Post by Reece Thompson on Nov 21, 2011 3:42:27 GMT -5
I know this Character hasn't been approved yet, but I'd like to give her a test run before she is.
Lyriel Ciakal
Lyriel piloted the freighter through the mass of ships orbiting the Trading Outpost.
The Rediscovered Past was able to twist and turn through the mass of large unsightly freighters and the larger star liners owned by those who were probably compensating for something. She slowed the ship down and carefully lined the airlock with with one of the Station's docking ports.
Leaning over her console, she activated the docking arm, and the airlock extended from the ship and connected to the station hatch.
"We're docked!" She said over the ship's intercom. She stood up and pulled her pistol, checking that the clip in it was full before cocking the weapon and holstering it in her leg slot.
She walked out to the Cargo Hold. Inside were cages, each one holding a child. For some reason, she couldn't explain, this all felt vaguely familiar. As if she'd done this before, but from a different viewpoint.
She didn't have to turn around to know Hadvar was standing at the door staring in.
"Problem?" He asked in his usual gruff deep voice, and that was without the helmet muffling it.
"I don't know..." Lyriel responded. "I just feel like I know what they are going through. As if I've been through it you know, from their point of view."
"Not really..." He answered back. "Come on, let's go get this guy and bring him here."
Lyriel sighed and gave a single brisk nod. She turned and walked out of the hold, heading towards the central common area where she had left the rest of her gear.
She donned her Helmet and grabbed her rifle, hanging it over her shoulder. "Let's go!" She said to the rest of the team.
The airlock door opened and a wisp of air blasted in. It wasn't fresh air, but it was fresher than the stuff on the ship. It was somewhat welcoming.
The five armour clad people stepped out of the airlock into a large market.
"Hadvar, Methredel, stay with the ship. Uriel, Tiber, come with me." Lyriel said.
Two of the armour clad figures took a few steps back and stayed by the door, while the other two stepped forward until they were level with Lyriel.
"Where do we start?" Uriel asked. He was the youngest of the group, and it showed. Not only was he the smallest male, he also had the highest pitch voice, almost higher than Lyriels.
Lyriel looked at him. Despite all wearing black armour, they had all customised it somehow, to make them slightly unique.
Lyriel had a white circlet painted onto the helmet, and a single white stripe down either arm, staring at the shoulders and stopping at the gloves. Uriel had a green silhoutte of a woman on his chest plate.
"I sent our buyer a message when we entered the system. He should be meeting us here." Lyriel responded.
As if on cue a weedy man in what she was guessing was supposed to be a smart suit walked out from the crowd, surrounded by several large burly mercenaries.
She felt Uriel and Tiber tense up slightly, but Lyriel tried her best ot hide it, shuffling slightly from side to side as if impatient.
"You're late." He said.
"You're lying." Lyriel snapped back.
The little man staggered backwards. Clearly that was something that was not said to him often. That, or he just generally wasn't used to being back-chatted. "What did you just say to me?"
"You're well aware we landed two hours before we planned to with all the goods you wanted intact, ready to roll. So your decision to get tetchy, say we're late... means you're lookin' to put us on the defensive right up front." Lyriel answered with an uncomfortable calm in her voice. "So why don't we start again with you telling me what's up?"
She could feel Uriel and Tiber behind her feeling awkward. She also knew that Hadvar and Methredel were probably watching from the door. She was fairly sure she had things under control though.
The small man smiled. "You're later than I'd like..."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Lyriel responded, making little or no attempt to hide the sarcasm in her voice.
"The names Dagber. I run the smuggling and slavery side of the station." He said, adjusting his suit as if proud of it.
"I really don't care." Lyriel jabbed back. "I'm here for the job. 5 children, 2500 credits. I have the children in my ship, all I need are the credits."
Dagber looked at the black figure with suspicion. "Who the hell do you think you are lad?Telling me how to make my deals.
What makes you think I'd give you the credits without having my stock. You could just leave once you have the credits."
"Lass." Lyriel corrected him. "Who the hell do you think you are, Lass.
And what could I possibly want with 5 children. I'm a smuggler not a school teacher."
She looked at him with disgust, luckily, he couldn't see through her helmet.
"Come on my ship then. I'll show you the stock. Bring only two of your.... cronies."
He nodded and looked at two of the mercs. "You two, come on." The three men stepped forwards towards Lyriel. She immediately noticed the two blaster pistol concealed in their jackets, and the Vibroknifes stashed on their belt. They meant business.
Lyriel turned and walked towards the ship, Uriel, Tiber and the buyers following soon afterwards. As they walked towards the airlock, she saw Hadvar and Methredel thumb the safeties on their stashed firearms. She switched to the internal comms on their helmet so only her team could hear.
"Check your safeties. They haven't done anything yet." She switched back to normal and stopped at the airlock. "Now gents. When you're inside my ship, you follow my rules. Don't touch the stock. Don't talk to the stock, Don't walk off on your own and don't draw your weapons unless you want to die. Do we have an understanding."
Dagber looked up at her, "I do not take well to threats, Miss."
"Me neither. How are you with promises though..." Without any further words she opened the doors and stepped in. Uriel and Tiber followed, then the buyers, and Hadvar and Methredel were last in, closing the doors behind them.
"Remember. Don't stray unless you want a bullet in the back."
She led the group to the cargo hold. She punched in the code and the door opened, revealing the five cages with 5 well fed children.
"They're in better condition than I was expecting..." Dagber said. "You might have yourself a deal."
"Might?" Hadvar repeated.
"I want to talk to them first."
"No way. Rule 2. Now, do you want them or not?" Lyriel said, tapping her foot against the metal deck impatiently.
Dagber stepped forward towards the cages. Uriel swiftly followed, his hand hovering cautiously around the handle of his firearm. Seconds later, he turned around to face Lyriel. "If you get your black and blue criminal partner away from me," he started- referring to Uriel's pale blue detailed armour, "You have a deal. 5 children, 2500 credits."
With a sharp nod from Lyriel, Uriel took a step back and moved his hand from his Firearm. He handed Lyriel a chip holding the credits.
"Thank you. You can now bring the rest of your boys in to move the cargo." Lyriel said walking away.
She sealed all the doors except the ones leading to the airlock and opened it, seeing his cronies stood their waiting. "Your boss requires your assistance." She said. "He wants his cargo moved."
She stood to the side and allowed the remainder of the mercs to enter her ship and head to the cargo bay. Minutes later they were all off her ship, dragging the large metal cases through the market place. Dagber however, was stood in the airlock looking at Lyriel.
"Thank you very much. They'll fetch me a nice price." He grinned.
As he went to walk away to catch up to his bodyguards, Lyriel grabbed the collor of his suit and pulled him back, making him stumble to the ground. She pulled her firearm, de-activated the safeties and lowered it to his head.
"If I hear that you're mistreating the slaves, I'll come back here... and not even your mercs will be able to stop me from putting a bullet in your brain. They're still children." Noticing the terrified look in his eye, she knew he had gotten the message clearly.
She thumbed the safeties on her pistol and stashed it again. Picking him up and brushing him down, she shoved him out of the airlock back onto the station.
"Enjoy your profit."
She closed the airlock door and turned around, seeing Hadvar staring at her without his helmet. "What the heck was that about?"
Lyriel removed her own helmet and threw it at him. No doubt he'd put it away later. "I don't know. But the situation those kids were in seemed very familiar."
"I thought you..."
"I know." Lyriel interrupted. "I don't remember any of my childhood... but I still get feelings about them, and until I find my past, my feelings are the best I can follow."
Hadvar stared at her, "That was nice. You practise that?"
"Everynight in front of the mirror." She joked.
"That wouldn't surprise me. Anyway, we've got that job to do on Tatooine."
Feel free to step in if you like. It's just a trading outpost.
I wanted something to test my character.
Lyriel Ciakal
Lyriel piloted the freighter through the mass of ships orbiting the Trading Outpost.
The Rediscovered Past was able to twist and turn through the mass of large unsightly freighters and the larger star liners owned by those who were probably compensating for something. She slowed the ship down and carefully lined the airlock with with one of the Station's docking ports.
Leaning over her console, she activated the docking arm, and the airlock extended from the ship and connected to the station hatch.
"We're docked!" She said over the ship's intercom. She stood up and pulled her pistol, checking that the clip in it was full before cocking the weapon and holstering it in her leg slot.
She walked out to the Cargo Hold. Inside were cages, each one holding a child. For some reason, she couldn't explain, this all felt vaguely familiar. As if she'd done this before, but from a different viewpoint.
She didn't have to turn around to know Hadvar was standing at the door staring in.
"Problem?" He asked in his usual gruff deep voice, and that was without the helmet muffling it.
"I don't know..." Lyriel responded. "I just feel like I know what they are going through. As if I've been through it you know, from their point of view."
"Not really..." He answered back. "Come on, let's go get this guy and bring him here."
Lyriel sighed and gave a single brisk nod. She turned and walked out of the hold, heading towards the central common area where she had left the rest of her gear.
She donned her Helmet and grabbed her rifle, hanging it over her shoulder. "Let's go!" She said to the rest of the team.
The airlock door opened and a wisp of air blasted in. It wasn't fresh air, but it was fresher than the stuff on the ship. It was somewhat welcoming.
The five armour clad people stepped out of the airlock into a large market.
"Hadvar, Methredel, stay with the ship. Uriel, Tiber, come with me." Lyriel said.
Two of the armour clad figures took a few steps back and stayed by the door, while the other two stepped forward until they were level with Lyriel.
"Where do we start?" Uriel asked. He was the youngest of the group, and it showed. Not only was he the smallest male, he also had the highest pitch voice, almost higher than Lyriels.
Lyriel looked at him. Despite all wearing black armour, they had all customised it somehow, to make them slightly unique.
Lyriel had a white circlet painted onto the helmet, and a single white stripe down either arm, staring at the shoulders and stopping at the gloves. Uriel had a green silhoutte of a woman on his chest plate.
"I sent our buyer a message when we entered the system. He should be meeting us here." Lyriel responded.
As if on cue a weedy man in what she was guessing was supposed to be a smart suit walked out from the crowd, surrounded by several large burly mercenaries.
She felt Uriel and Tiber tense up slightly, but Lyriel tried her best ot hide it, shuffling slightly from side to side as if impatient.
"You're late." He said.
"You're lying." Lyriel snapped back.
The little man staggered backwards. Clearly that was something that was not said to him often. That, or he just generally wasn't used to being back-chatted. "What did you just say to me?"
"You're well aware we landed two hours before we planned to with all the goods you wanted intact, ready to roll. So your decision to get tetchy, say we're late... means you're lookin' to put us on the defensive right up front." Lyriel answered with an uncomfortable calm in her voice. "So why don't we start again with you telling me what's up?"
She could feel Uriel and Tiber behind her feeling awkward. She also knew that Hadvar and Methredel were probably watching from the door. She was fairly sure she had things under control though.
The small man smiled. "You're later than I'd like..."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Lyriel responded, making little or no attempt to hide the sarcasm in her voice.
"The names Dagber. I run the smuggling and slavery side of the station." He said, adjusting his suit as if proud of it.
"I really don't care." Lyriel jabbed back. "I'm here for the job. 5 children, 2500 credits. I have the children in my ship, all I need are the credits."
Dagber looked at the black figure with suspicion. "Who the hell do you think you are lad?Telling me how to make my deals.
What makes you think I'd give you the credits without having my stock. You could just leave once you have the credits."
"Lass." Lyriel corrected him. "Who the hell do you think you are, Lass.
And what could I possibly want with 5 children. I'm a smuggler not a school teacher."
She looked at him with disgust, luckily, he couldn't see through her helmet.
"Come on my ship then. I'll show you the stock. Bring only two of your.... cronies."
He nodded and looked at two of the mercs. "You two, come on." The three men stepped forwards towards Lyriel. She immediately noticed the two blaster pistol concealed in their jackets, and the Vibroknifes stashed on their belt. They meant business.
Lyriel turned and walked towards the ship, Uriel, Tiber and the buyers following soon afterwards. As they walked towards the airlock, she saw Hadvar and Methredel thumb the safeties on their stashed firearms. She switched to the internal comms on their helmet so only her team could hear.
"Check your safeties. They haven't done anything yet." She switched back to normal and stopped at the airlock. "Now gents. When you're inside my ship, you follow my rules. Don't touch the stock. Don't talk to the stock, Don't walk off on your own and don't draw your weapons unless you want to die. Do we have an understanding."
Dagber looked up at her, "I do not take well to threats, Miss."
"Me neither. How are you with promises though..." Without any further words she opened the doors and stepped in. Uriel and Tiber followed, then the buyers, and Hadvar and Methredel were last in, closing the doors behind them.
"Remember. Don't stray unless you want a bullet in the back."
She led the group to the cargo hold. She punched in the code and the door opened, revealing the five cages with 5 well fed children.
"They're in better condition than I was expecting..." Dagber said. "You might have yourself a deal."
"Might?" Hadvar repeated.
"I want to talk to them first."
"No way. Rule 2. Now, do you want them or not?" Lyriel said, tapping her foot against the metal deck impatiently.
Dagber stepped forward towards the cages. Uriel swiftly followed, his hand hovering cautiously around the handle of his firearm. Seconds later, he turned around to face Lyriel. "If you get your black and blue criminal partner away from me," he started- referring to Uriel's pale blue detailed armour, "You have a deal. 5 children, 2500 credits."
With a sharp nod from Lyriel, Uriel took a step back and moved his hand from his Firearm. He handed Lyriel a chip holding the credits.
"Thank you. You can now bring the rest of your boys in to move the cargo." Lyriel said walking away.
She sealed all the doors except the ones leading to the airlock and opened it, seeing his cronies stood their waiting. "Your boss requires your assistance." She said. "He wants his cargo moved."
She stood to the side and allowed the remainder of the mercs to enter her ship and head to the cargo bay. Minutes later they were all off her ship, dragging the large metal cases through the market place. Dagber however, was stood in the airlock looking at Lyriel.
"Thank you very much. They'll fetch me a nice price." He grinned.
As he went to walk away to catch up to his bodyguards, Lyriel grabbed the collor of his suit and pulled him back, making him stumble to the ground. She pulled her firearm, de-activated the safeties and lowered it to his head.
"If I hear that you're mistreating the slaves, I'll come back here... and not even your mercs will be able to stop me from putting a bullet in your brain. They're still children." Noticing the terrified look in his eye, she knew he had gotten the message clearly.
She thumbed the safeties on her pistol and stashed it again. Picking him up and brushing him down, she shoved him out of the airlock back onto the station.
"Enjoy your profit."
She closed the airlock door and turned around, seeing Hadvar staring at her without his helmet. "What the heck was that about?"
Lyriel removed her own helmet and threw it at him. No doubt he'd put it away later. "I don't know. But the situation those kids were in seemed very familiar."
"I thought you..."
"I know." Lyriel interrupted. "I don't remember any of my childhood... but I still get feelings about them, and until I find my past, my feelings are the best I can follow."
Hadvar stared at her, "That was nice. You practise that?"
"Everynight in front of the mirror." She joked.
"That wouldn't surprise me. Anyway, we've got that job to do on Tatooine."
Feel free to step in if you like. It's just a trading outpost.
I wanted something to test my character.