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Sept 12, 2012 18:35:43 GMT -5
Post by Vako on Sept 12, 2012 18:35:43 GMT -5
One of the three humans countered Vako’s point of green being a disease. Green wasn’t a necessarily uncommon color amongst Toydarians, but Vako had never met one with such a vibrant tone, and he had always associated such things as the person being sick. But the idea that it could be poison suited it just as well. ”Hahaha, poison fits too.” He spoke with his usual scratchy tone.
Vako didn’t even bother to look over at her for what she thought. It wasn’t a jest, or a joke. Vako thought the way he did, and he didn’t care that other people didn’t quite share his views on things.
He didn’t even turn around to view the other people that were coming up. He did here some grumbling about a ‘bug’, but he didn’t care to see who was talking or about what. Vako was busy making conversation, and didn’t care for more then one. He kept his wings flapping and moved a little to the left in a light pace, since he didn’t like remaining stationary.
Vako heard the human in red and yellow armor say something about fighting, and looked around to see if he had missed something. He had no idea what the man was talking about, and his left eye twitched. ”Who’s fighting?” He muttered, having not the slightest idea what the man was talking about.
The Green women speaking up again caught his attention, where she asked if anyone there didn’t know who she was. Vako had no idea who she was, but had a general commentary drawn to his mind over it. ”Who care’s who any of us are?” Vako asked rhetorically. ”From the sound of it we won’t be alive very long… and I don’t think Sith will much care to burn us with a name.”
Vako had been in many battles, but he’d never taken part in a direct action against a force of ‘galactic size’. The Republic skirmishes had been more of an accident then anything else, or unlucky circumstances. But charging at the Sith still didn’t sound like a good idea to him. That hadn’t stopped him from signing, and he still didn’t care too much of who would be shooting, though it did seem the odds were very against them with the group they had so far.
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Foxfire
Hairless Wookiee
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Sept 13, 2012 11:21:15 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Sept 13, 2012 11:21:15 GMT -5
Churking at Vako's manners at the threats and the warning reminded him of his old teacher, Marcus Foxworth. After the toydarian signed Je'Baru signed his name in noghrish. Harsh slashmarks with curved arcs and a grouping of three three dots made up his name. - 'This group sounds like it will be fun. I'm in. Besides there is a sith I owe for being on the run for the last year or more.' - The noghri turned to the bar to get himself a drink. Stepping up to the crowded bar he ordered a bloody mynok. The bar keep turned up his nose and his back to the noghri. Waiting for his drink the crowd started to push in on him near to the point of crushing him. The bar keep turned and sat down the black blood red drink whic had a florestent lime green streak in it. As he reached for the drink some being stumbled into him hitting his back pack. Thankfully only a single thermodet fell and clanked on the floor. - A gasp and a shriek went up as the same being rose on it's hands and knees nose to nose with the det. An area of fifteen feet quickly cleared around the det and Je'Baru. - Churking with drink in hand he turned and as he walked toward the det. 'Foolish locals, they don't even know when a det is active. Like I said, this will be great fun.' Swipping the det from the floor he downed the thick slimy drink. Nodding to Rem and pointing with the det for him to join.
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Sept 13, 2012 23:33:27 GMT -5
Post by timtank on Sept 13, 2012 23:33:27 GMT -5
Things were changing, nothing was the same at all... Nobody knew that as well as Zurak Tod formerly Zanabar Taanzu. The former Sith/Jedi/Grey Jedi/Bounty Hunter turned outlaw. Yep, he did a bit much in his rather short life. He was not even middle aged yet and had experiences in many ways of life, and these experiences changed him for the better as far as he was concerned...
He sat in his room rather silently as he meditated over his new lightsaber that was nearly complete... He spent hours on top of hours meditating simply because that was all the Zabrak had to do now before taking on his knew identity. He had shaved his head, tanned his skin, a new outfit that made him look rather scoundrel like, redone face tattoos, Green eye contacts, and finally a new name. He was no longer Zanabar Taanzu, but as far as anybody knew Zanabar was dead.
The Republic reports say he died on his mission to Geonosis many years ago and then the Sith should believe he was killed on Coruscant by the assassins sent after Zett and himself after their fluke of a escape from the Sith homeworld. So as far as he was concerned Zanabar really died, thus Zurak was born. He took some time and completed his weapon only about 12 minutes after Zett was gone, he just had to remember all of his info new info...
Name: Zurak Todd Age: 30 Standard Coruscant Years Birth World: Gyndine Race: Zabrak
He hide his saber in his coat and went though Zett's things until he found a pistol to hide in the vest as well. Following that he left to track down Zett Rem, who he would have to stick with a bit longer. A strange young boy told him where he could find Zett so Zurak followed instructions... Entering the Pub he shuffled though the crowd uncaring until he found Zett in the crowd and said "You really feel okay going out and leaving me behind Zett? How cold of you... What are you doing here anyway?" Zurak AKA Zan asked his simplistic questions and now stuck rather closely to the Captain Rem.
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Fromikeable
Keeper Of The Techxts
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Sept 15, 2012 13:56:30 GMT -5
Post by Fromikeable on Sept 15, 2012 13:56:30 GMT -5
The table mob continued to talk, and Horst listened as the line progressed beside them. He intended to say a few things, especially at Vako's comment about their fast track to apparent death, but was too busy hammering out tags from the machine. The line was moving like lightning, as it seemed not every recruit had a million questions to ask. Most were just coming up, writing down their names, getting their tags, and listening to Horst's instructions as to where to go.
Horst directions were simple; head out the back door, keep walking until you hit the clear lot the tavern owner had let them land on, and wait for one of the choppers to arrive. The rotors of the ferrying choppers had been inaudible ever since the huge amount of people had arrived, but Horst had been checking in on them periodically.
By the sound of, things were going smoothly.
As the mob's conversation continued, however, the line had gradually been getting shorter and shorter. The crowd that was still there was mainly composed of recruits who had wanted another drink before heading for the pick-up zone as well as local enticed by the sound of free drinks.The recruitment had brought in a lot of people who actually had no interest in being recruited.
The line was dwindling, by this point. Horst had cracked open his third box of tags when the he could see the last person at the entrance of the bar. Halting his pressing for a moment, he stood on his toes, trying to look over the crowd to confirm that the line did indeed have a visible end. When he saw that it did, he set to work at the press again, interrupting Ethan with a nudge.
"Looks like that's about it. Wrap it up with your crowd over there." <<We need to get back to base before the recruits tear it apart.>> At the moment, the base was supposedly being kept in a state of civility by a few old friends of Horst's and Ethan's that heeded the call of Spearpoint and gotten commanding positions. Even still, Horst wasn't so sure about how well some of these recruits followed orders.
Not yet, any way. This army still needed to be built.
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Sept 15, 2012 15:49:25 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 15, 2012 15:49:25 GMT -5
Zett had seen Je'baru at the bar motioning to Zett to meet him, But first Zett had to sign his name on the paper,
Zett Rem/ Haron Yanz/ Deign Rargis, Captain, Two ships, crew of droids.
He didn't bother faking his name as he knew three people here already had his name. So having all his cards on the table might help him out rather then hurt him.
He then saw Zan coming in and exchanged a couple of words with him, "You really feel okay going out and leaving me behind Zett? How cold of you... What are you doing here anyway?"
I thought you where asleep.
What I'm doing is blending in, this place looks like a pretty good option for a new home, and whatever is going on here looks like it's gonna be big-ish.
Oh and By the way try and lie low, no one knows who you are so your fake identity will come in handy for you, and I'm gonna let you have that Yacht i stole, it'll come in handy after she gets some upgrades and elbow grease, but mainly because i can't fly two ships at once. He smiled and hit Zan on the shoulder, before heading over to Je'baru who had a nice bit of breathing room,after dropping a detonator out of his back pack.
Zett wasn't worried he remembered that they had a safety area switch on them and wouldn't go off until he was a decent distance away from them.
And how are you shorty?
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Ash
Ash Ash Binks
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Sept 15, 2012 20:55:32 GMT -5
Post by Ash on Sept 15, 2012 20:55:32 GMT -5
Bit left the table, unsurprisingly, early on into the meetings. While not being claustrophobic, he really wasn't a huge fan of this many people gathering around him. He was in and out, mainly for the bar, but he kept his drinking down, at least to keep his head clear. Otherwise, the man was outside.
Bit spent much of his time outside in his car, watching the choppers nearby take off and land as they picked up the people who signed up for this little organization. Knowing that there would be havoc at the base, he sent a message to both Ethan and Horst saying that he would go keep some form of order there. The question would be when they would get it. He also added for them to not forget his dog tags, and, to Horst, that he needed to perfect Basic rather than speak his imaginary language with Ethan.
That done, he finished his drink, took it back inside, and left for the base, pacing one of the choppers in one he took himself. It was a short flight to the landing pad, then to the holding area. That was nearly overflowing. He got back into his command mode from when he was with the Republic, and had everyone file outside for barrack assignment, when breakfast was, and where to be afterwards. As more people showed up, he had them do the same thing. He got a few of the new recruits to help him out with the taking of names and handing out room assignments.
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Ghostie
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Sept 24, 2012 8:06:10 GMT -5
Post by Ghostie on Sept 24, 2012 8:06:10 GMT -5
The Noghri left for the bar after signing up, and then the table had a new visitor. Clad in Mandalorian armor of grey and red, he seemed to know most of the people around the table, asking if they were throwing some kind of party for him. Pretty arrogant, if you asked Ethan.
He must be new to the armor, or young. Ethan had seen enough young sailors in the Mandalorian Navy wearing their beskar'garm to know. It wasn't about how it was painted, or how used it looked. No, it was all about how they wore it.
Ethan answered Ervisa's question before greeting the newcommer. He waited in line, he could wait a bit longer. He found it ironic that she flew the RR-7000 out of Waypoint Airfield. Ethan remembered Hiker Vehicles designing that thing. He thought it wouldn't go over well, without repulsors and all. And here Hiker was, proving him wrong.
“I would have you flying something then, obviously. We got some choppers, some of those ResCorp Comet Bombers. And by the looks of things, we're going to need a bigger ship, two maybe. You could always wind up flying one of those.”
Ethan turned to the young mandalorian, or mandalorian killer. He wasn't sure which yet. He casually rested his hands on his red helmet, which was sitting on the table. If he as one of those guys that scavenged the armor off of a dead Mando, well, he blasted enough of those punks during his time on Nar Shadda. And there was something he learned; everyone needed something to make their way.
“Here to sign up, kid? Looks like you could do some damage with that suit. You're the last one. Sign the 'pad, and that's it.”
Ethan tossed a datapad across the table which was sitting close by, left there by the Noghri. The young Mando was the last in line, but that didn't mean the crowd had died out any. If fact, it remained mostly the same. Some of the new recruits had headed to their new home, the Base, but the rest seemed eager enough to run up Ethan's tab. He climbed up on his chair again so he could address the crowd.
“Everyone, listen up!”
Ethan yelled loud enough to get everyone's attention. At least, mostly everyone. Now all eyes were on him again. He wasn't ever going to get used to public speaking.
“Y'all better stop running up my tab, or we wont be drinking here for awhile. 'Sides, we have a long day tomorrow. Start heading out to the airfield, and find our choppers. If you can't find 'em, just ask someone. See y'all at home.”
Ethan hopped down from the chair, and put his helmet back on. He went to go pay for the night at the bar. The two bartenders seemed dead tired, but finally relieved that everyone was leaving. Ethan paid in cash, and tipped well. After being on the run from the Republic, he didn't carry plastic. And who wrote an actual paper check anymore?
And Ethan wanted to make sure he and the rest of Spearpoint were welcomed back. It was a good bar, and they would need some R&R away from the Base every once and awhile.
He walked back to the table, and proceeded to help clean up. Ethan noticed there was only a couple dogtags left. That was good, but they had extremely exceeded his expectations for recuitment.
“We better head back to the airfield as well. Anyone need a ride?”
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