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Post by Jace on Feb 20, 2009 19:36:03 GMT -5
Ocelot listened patiently and listened to everyone's questions and thoughts before proceeding with his response.
"Not to worry Sylbia, I am sure we can find a use for your skills, not to mention you can pick up things along the way. My Ship the Red October is a blockade runner, so no there is no hangar space if that is what you were wondering. It has got sufficient space for our crew and yes Lanara everyone will have their own quarters. If necessary we can acquire a larger ship if the rest of you deem it necessary.
Now the cuts are all equal including the one I receive too. They way I run things is that 80% of the money earned will be split among the crew equally. The other 20% will be used for maintenance,upkeep, and for whatever else we need to keep ourselves running. Now initially it is going to be somewhat small but once we prove that our crew is capable, the bigger jobs will open up. Now just so you all know government contracts was just a suggestion. Obviously some of you aren't exactly in the best standing with them, so don't fret.
My crew was killed by a certain mob lord who was not happy with the business that my crew had 'stolen' from him. He blew up my old ship with my crew, including my father in it. Suffice to say, they didn't get long to regret what they did.
Understand this, once you are part of my crew, you are as good as family. If any one of you jeopardizes the crew's safety for your own gain, you will soon wonder why you are floating all alone in the cold depths of space..."
Ocelot left that thought hanging there for a few moments. He then turned towards Xander and give him a bowed every so slightly.
"Thank you for inviting us to your home. I am returning to my ship, anyone who needs a place to stay, is welcome to join. To the rest of you, get your things ready and come to the Red October by noon tomorrow."
With that, Ocelot gave one last nod to the group, turned and made his way towards his ship. In all honesty it had been a long day, and Ocelot wanted to get some shut eye. Who knows what type of day tomorrow would turn out to be.
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Post by Zarkan on Feb 21, 2009 16:57:18 GMT -5
Sylbia looked at the red coated new joiner of their group who had spoken before rem. She nodded agreeing with rem as she pointedly looked at the new guy. "I will joing Ocelot, but I do reserve the right to leave if things become too...violet for my tastes I will also need to modify my quarters if that is acceptable I have...many and varied needs let us say that will need to be dealt with on a daily basis." she said stroking the small droid she had brought with her as it set on her lap.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 21, 2009 20:20:46 GMT -5
Lanara smirked at Ocelot's response, it was more than satisfactory, she went over the main points of his pitch. 11 percent AND a ten-thousand cred sign-up bonus? That was a damned good rate, she probably wouldn't get half of either if she started with any other crew. Honestly, the prospect of having her own niche in the ship was just icing on the already very tasty cake. Without another thought the shorter woman spoke up
"Sorry about your old crew, Ocelot, I hope you understand why I asked."
She said, unconsciously rubbing her forearm
"I will join up with you, but be aware: If we ever run into a pirate by the name of Lucian... well... the "no killing unless absolutely necessary" clause goes out the window... for him at least."
Lanara spoke loud and clear, and then spoke just above a whisper, she wasn't even sure if he heard her or not.
"I do a blasted job, I get paid for it."
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Post by Grawn on Feb 23, 2009 1:19:02 GMT -5
Satisifed with what he had heard Arc got up from his seat. The bounty hunter had things to collect from his ship and to also sell off the vessel. It had served him well for years but all things must pass in time, he didnt get attached to anything. Except his guns.
"Its settled. The name is Arc Laud by the way, i dont believe i introduced myself properly. I have things to do before the departure so i best get to them. I can be reached with this", he said cooly, the light reflecting off his glasses making his eyes unseeable.
Sticking his hand into his coat pocket, he withdrew a small com device that was similar to what he had given the ship tech prior to the current events. He tossed the device to Ocelot and turned, his coat swirling slightly behind him and left the mansion. A small smirk came to his face as he made his way to his ship. Most would find his eyewear unpractical, however they were linked to a small chip in Arc's head he had installed long ago. He could view the bounty hunter's holonet from it and he had been scanning the identities of all of the people.
It turned out that none of them had a price he was interested in, so they were safe. They had found themselves a interesting ally, but they would find this out themselves later. For now, he had business to conduct with selling off his ship.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 23, 2009 22:22:00 GMT -5
(( Note: Lat asked me to go before him since Axle would be waiting to see Rem's reaction...or something))
Remiel simply listened quietly as Ocelot spoke. It mattered little to him what the cuts were as far as money was concerned; he'd been a jedi, then a self actuated exile...he could make his way in the galaxy without credits if he needed to, he'd done so before, and his time in the Order had often left him with little extra. Besides, he didn't have many material needs, his concerns when it came to credits were food and lodging, everything else could be saved for and gotten later or he could make due without. The man continued to speak, this time about his former crew. Rem sighed and shook his head slightly. That was a sad situation, especially since the man's father had been in the crew. Remiel couldn't entirely understand what it was like to have a father, since he couldn't remember his real father, but he likened it to if he had lost his master in an attack on a mission. Huffing a slight sigh, he nodded to Ocelot as he started to leave. Following, he stopped briefly before Sylbia.
I'll be going with Ocelot to his ship, if you need me you can find me there. Be safe little one.
He stated simply, his eyes, for once in a long time, their natural golden color as he gazed down at her. Putting a hand atop her head for a moment as he spoke, he retracted it then and walked on, reaching Axle in only a few more steps.
You might want to come with, Axle, unless you have somewhere else to sleep.
With that, Remiel too left the room, his long coat swirling around his feet as he moved silently from it. Once more outside he waited, arms folded, near the gates to the mansion, his consciousness stretching out to feel out the happenings inside the mansion. His face darkened slightly as he felt the servants closing in on the room once again now he was gone, or they thought he was gone. With several swift 'snaps' to their minds with his, much like one would use a whip, he fended them off once more, sending several scurrying away to find other things to do. To be honest, he was waiting to make sure that Sylbia and Axle got out without being harassed too badly. The others, he figured, could fend for themselves.
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Post by Latus on Feb 23, 2009 23:01:25 GMT -5
As Ocelot finished and departed the young man couldn't help but look nervously around the room. While the others may have been comfortable in this place; he certainly wasn't. Axle was ready to break a window and jump out just to make a point. As Ocelot related the fate of his last crew he couldn't help but feel sorry for the gristled man. He was never one who was a stranger to loss and he understood more of what made this man so hard.
Ocelot's last few sentences gave him a reason to pause. His emotions conflicted with what he had said to a point where it was almost painful. I would not endanger them all for myself but for everyone who those bastards killed before me. But I just don't want my presence to hurt them. He looked after the gruff captain, his eyes wandering the room and resting on the girl name Sylbia before skirting over to Rem. Just gotta keep telling myself that. He had to stop worrying over it for now, perhaps when he was surrounded by the machinery of his new employer Axle thought, he would feel more at home.
Rem's voice served to rouse him from his thoughts. The blond seemed to have a small modicum of concern toward Axle as he asked his sleeping arrangements. Axle knew he had to sleep outside again tonight, when in port he tried to stay away from Journey as long as possible.
Thanks for the offer Rem, but I have a nice place in town. You would be surprised at the affordability of a room with a view.
Most of his statement was, in fact, false. Axle's nice place in town was a small bedroll in the shadows at the top of one of the taller skyscrapers. A room with a view was an understatement. Affordable? It was free! He smiled at Rem as the tall man walked from the mansion. Quickly he snuck a glance at Sylbia. Finding himself unable to wrest his eyes from her he stood and slid from the room as well. Adding a nervous It will be a pleasure working with you all as he closed the door behind him.
Ignoring the gaggle of zeltran servants he pushed open the heavy doors and strode down the path leading away from the mansion. Any remaining twilight had finally faded and he got a mischievous grin on his face, his wing muscles twitched in anticipation. I can get a few extra minutes in the air on my way back. Not noticing Rem he slipped between the gates and returned to one of the alleys which he had haunted before arriving at the mansion. Checking to see he wasn't being followed and using the natural handholds and footholds in the wall he scaled the squat building getting himself a few tens of feet up. He would wait until the rest of them had cleared out before taking flight.
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Post by kt on Feb 25, 2009 19:44:03 GMT -5
"Well then, if that's the end of that, i'm gonna go get me a drink." The zeltron man said with a stretch as he stood up and walked around. He then looked at everyone that was to be his fellow crewmates "I look forward to working with all of you." Xander smiled politely as he headed for the door to the entryway of his house, but not before making eye contact with Lanara "Sorry for earlier....will you do me the honor of being my drinking buddy tonight?" The smile not leaving his perfect face. "I promise i'll behave myself....mostly."
As he waited for an answer, he walked to his room slowly, knowing Lanara would follow and in a flash changed his clothes and stepped back out in his most casual clothes. "So how bout it?"
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 25, 2009 21:04:00 GMT -5
Lanara nodded, she may not like the man so much... but it had been a long time since she had gone carousing. When he came back she looked him square in the eyes and spoke with a tone that could stop a bull rancor mid-charge.
"Fine, but if you try or do anything I will end you tomorrow. I will meet you at the door, I have to go and drop this thing off."
She said, readjusting the position of the bag on her shoulder. With that she turned around on a heel and headed out of the house towards the lockers where she originally stowed her gear, why she took them out escaped her. Without a word she hefted the bag into the locker, closed, and locked it. With a sigh she walked back to the sprawling mansion and waited for Xander to leave, she didn't really know her way around the city... and Xander probably knew the nook and cranny of every bar.
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Post by Jace on Feb 28, 2009 15:50:14 GMT -5
Ocelot made his way through the city and back to the Red October with Rem in tow. When he reached the landing platform, he took a relatively indirect course towards his ship. This had always been a habit of his since as long as he could remember. It was a very simple maneuver but could prove quite useful in his line of work. Satisfied that no one was watching the ship or waiting for him to arrive, he approached.
Ocelot made his way up the ramp and into the ship. He was approached by his droid, and dismissed him as he stated that the ship had remained untouched.
"Rem, you must be tired. Please follow me." stated Ocelot as he motioned for Rem to follow him.
After a few moments of navigating through the ship they came to the crew quarters.
"Since you are the first here, you get to choose whichever room you would like. The galley is just down there in case you are hungry" He indicated by pointing down the ship's hallway. "I shall be in my quarters and if you need anything either ask the droid or let me know. Good Night"
Ocelot turned and made his way back towards the front of the ship. He went to the bridge to make sure that everything was in order. He then put the files on a datapad and went back to his quarters. When he reached his quarters, he made his way towards the refresher and splashed cold water over his face. He then placed his pistol and large blade on the desk. He sat down on his bed and pulled out the holopad. He went over the hourly logs and various reports that been left while he was gone. He had received some job offers from old friends, which would make things easier for him.
He put the holopad on the nightstand and by the time his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep. Ocelot awoke, and to his surprise he realized he had overslept slightly. It was already 10, and the rest of the crew should be arriving here soon. He went to the refresher and washed his face. He strapped his pistol and blades back on, and lastly put his eye patch back on.
Ocelot then made his way towards the galley to grab a quick bite to eat. After he was done with his meal, he made his way to the bridge going over the various reports that had come in during the time he was sleeping. Ocelot had enough to look over until his new crew arrived.
The first thing he needed to do, was decided where to go next.
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Post by Latus on Mar 3, 2009 23:28:55 GMT -5
The warm morning sun and the glaring reflections from the other glass plated skyscrapers disturbed Axle's peaceful slumber. Despite the level of discomfort it brought him from being jolted awake like that he relished the clear sky and warm sun, another fine day to be free. Unzipping his bedroll he stretched, straining to work the annoying nighttime cramps out of his wings. Leaning over Axle looked down the side of the building at the now bustling lanes of traffic and shook his head; if only they knew the real joy of flying. Standing and gathering his things he stepped over the concrete barrier and onto the roof proper.
Definitely going to have to remember this place.
His trip back the night previous had been uneventful. The flamboyant Zeltron's mansion had been situated far enough away from the main city that the flight was relaxed and enjoyable. Slowly, step by step, Axle dismounted the massive structure. It would have given the owner pause if one of his "customers" failed to check out. Glancing up at one of the various clocks opposite him Axle gave a sharp gasp, he was running behind. Quickly the young man slipped out of the building and onto one of the automated walkways destined for the spaceport.
A few moments later he was among the fauna of the space lanes from large freighters to the smallest shuttles and there, dwarfed by the other crafts, was his. The scrap pile that he had turned into an operating space fighter. He smiled at the thought, got him every time.
After depositing his things in the Journey's storage compartment he jabbed the hatch release, climbed the built in ladder, and dropped heavily into the cockpit. Punching several com buttons he had a direct channel open to the port authority, a few more and the engines began to power on. LSF-5, designation Journey, requesting relocation permission. Target call sign, "Red October." The com went silent for a moment, causing Axle to tense. A mechanical voice responded, most likely a droid. Permission granted Journey. Your target is on pad X-23a. Do you wish for me to contact the owner? Axle smiled at the thing's foresight and grasped the control stick.
I will do that, thank you. This craft will be launching with his this morning.
Have a good flight.
Pulling back on the control he felt the journey lift a few feet above the permacrete. Tilting it forward the engines engaged, rising in noise from a throb to a moderate roar. According to a towering holovid marker, the Red October's berth was at the far end of the landing sector. Not wasting time Axle pushed hard on the throttle lever. The small fighter roared through the lines of docked ships and into the destined section of the spaceport. Opening another com channel he hailed Ocelot.
Captain Ocelot, Axle here. I am approaching from your eight o' clock and will be docking in a few moments.
As he finally laid eyes on his employers ship a feeling of disappointment washed over him; Axle had expected something a bit more grand. Oh well, there was still a dock for a smaller ship. Shrugging it off he throttled Journey down and flicked the switch for the docking clamp. With a loud thud, a clunk, and blast of air the Journey attached itself to the hull. After shutting down his ship he vaulted over his seat and moved to the rear of the tiny cockpit. With a tug he pulled open the hatch connecting the vessels and, making sure no one was below, dropped the distance to the floor. Looking around him he failed to see any sign of life, not the captain, not Rem... nor any of the other crew members. Under his breath he muttered;
Axle F... Furicher reporting for duty.
((Too long?))
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Mar 4, 2009 10:48:54 GMT -5
((Never! Never too long ^_^ ))
Rem had followed silently along behind or beside the man, Ocelot, to his ship. It had taken a bit longer than he'd have liked, but then again, he was able to make sure he wasn't being followed or watched without taking precautions such as 'taking the long way'...he was also able to make others see through him, for all intensive purposes anyway. Really it wasn't so much 'seeing through him' in a literal sense as it was the fact that he could manipulate others minds to keep them from ever truly seeing him in the first place...they would LOOK, but not process what they SAW. It was always a handy trick. True, he wasn't the best in that field, his abilities were more physically oriented, but what he COULD do he made sure he did well. Upon finally reaching the ship, Rem followed up the landing ramp and into the belly of the beast, Ocelot informing him that he had the choice of bunks. Rem had chuckled at that and shook his head. Really he could care less where he slept, so long as he wouldn't be attacked in his sleep...that alone was a blessing for anyone who had at any point called themselves Jedi.
Thank you, but I'm quite content taking just about anywhere 'sleepable' even if it's your storage compartments.
He had stated, hitching his pack a little further up his back and heading down the hallway and into the first available room. Once there, it didn't take long for the rilan to make himself comfortable. "Comfortable", for Remiel anyway, was setting his pack down, removing his long coat, checking to see that his saber was in working order, placing it on his belt, laying down on the nearest bed (if there was one to be had), and falling asleep. It wasn't long, therefore, until the sun awoke, and with it Remiel. Pleased to find that there was, indeed, a refresher available to him, he showered and redressed himself swiftly. Heading back into the main part of his cabin, Remiel gazed at his coat quietly for a while and sighed. It was looking rather tattered these days, and it was becoming rather recognizable due to it's color. Something would have to be done about that. Honestly, he could easily make another one...but what color? Brown perhaps...something neutral...yes, brown would do, not to mention the color reminded him of his time as a jedi.
Perhaps brown wasn't just a good idea after all?
Shrugging it off for now, Rem pulled the coat on, tucking his saber away in the hidden pocket he'd built into the material just for it. Buttoning it and clipping his jedi issue utility belt over all (though it looked far from jedi issue now, with two blaster holsters attached to it), and finally pulling on his boots once again (also jedi issue, not that one could tell under the voluminous coat), Rem headed out into the main area of the ship. Reaching out through the force, Remiel's consciousness brushed against that of the captain...he was on the bridge it seemed, and so Rem decided to leave the man be for now. Retracting the tendrils of thought and force that he had sent roaming about the ship, he felt a new presence enter the picture as a loud thunk and clicking was soon followed by a thump and the voice of Axle.
So they were finally starting to arrive then?
Heading off in the direction of the young man, Rem stopped and leaned against the bulkhead moments after the boy's attention had been turned away from where Rem had appeared from.
Morning Axle. Finally someone here beside myself and the captain. I was just about to go grab some food then head to the bridge to see what's going on. Care to join me?
He asked, resting a hand on one of his blasters out of habit. Waiting only long enough for the reply, Rem nodded and turned to head to the galley. Food was in order...he'd not eaten in a good day and a half.
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Post by Zarkan on Mar 6, 2009 18:52:56 GMT -5
The small three engine freighter settled lightly in the hanger next to Ocolet's. With a few flicks of switches and a light pat on the command console sylbia said good bye for a time to her faith full steed and moved to the cargo section of the ship just in time to see Ki her small blue astromech manhandle as crate of diagnostic equipment on the third and final repulsor lift powered cargo sledge. Smiling the cyborg gave the droid a pat on it's rear casing and liffted it up onto a cargo cylinder before setting all three sledges moving towards Ocelot's ship.
With a quick call up to the captain of the ship the security team allowed her and her pallets to enter. She gazed along the smooth hull of the blockade runner as she made her way to the rear of the ship and it's cargo ramp. Sylbia lifted Ki off the container he perched on before sending the three sledges ahead of them. Setting Ki down she told him to unload the containers while she moved up into the ship proper to find Ocelot.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Mar 8, 2009 15:13:58 GMT -5
Lanara's eyes flashed open as the light from Zeltros' star assaulted her eyelids. She instinctively moved her forearm to block the harsh rays that blinded her to all but the pain of the intense light. Yep, this was the morning after cantina hopping alright. "Cue the migraine..." She thought as she sat up with a grunt and put the heel of her palm on her temple to ease the stabbing pain in her mind. Lanara got up with a long series of grunts and groans, she glanced up at the clock... it read: "1145"... military time. She cursed loudly, probably loud enough for them to hear back on the Red October, as she quickly threw on the some clothes and hurried to the locker where she stowed her gear. It took all of 2 minutes to get there, grab the pack, and get over to Ocelot's ship.
She would wait there at the ramp of Ocelot's ship, and when made his appearance she would ask something to the effect of
"Hey, Ocelot, I met this really awesome smuggler last night... she is really cool.... can we keep her?"
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Post by Squee on Mar 8, 2009 22:00:35 GMT -5
Melody’s head pounded every time her consciousness slipped into wakefulness. She would groan softly, turn over and fall back asleep for what seemed a short period of time. If she was on familiar grounds, Melody would be conked out for who knew how long, unfit to wake, unwilling to be awakened. Unfortunately, she hadn’t slept on the comfortable insides of some place for a few months.
She supposed she had anywhere to sleep. It could have been one of those hotels. She wouldn’t have gotten any sleep then. Listening to the moans and groans of neighbors seeking ecstasy would have been enough for Melody to knock on the door and shoot the love makers just so she could have some peace and quiet. But, fortunately, nobody had lost their life last night. Lanara had been kind enough to lead Melody, drunken herself, back so some kind of ship and offer her a place to sleep. Melody had welcomed sleep then, having a part of her mind left to hang her belt somewhere near and peel off the trench coat to use as a part blanket.
One instance Melody blinked her eyes open to darkness, turning her head slightly to read the blinking clock sitting not far away. It had been six something, and no light was showing through just yet. Turning head, shuffling, and covering her arms with her trench coat, Melody fell back to sleep.
Only to wake up with a start, thinking she was falling. In fact, she was. An instant later, Melody crashed onto the floor with a loud grunt. Her head bounced once, and she curled up onto her side, clutching the back of her head, silently praying for the throbbing to simply leave. Hand flailing where her warm resting spot once was, she dragged the pillow onto the floor along with her coat and went back to sleep there.
The next thing she knew, light seared through her closed eyelids. She slapped a hand across her eyes and thrashed for a position that the offending light wouldn’t bother her. She groaned, mumbling something the effects that it was “Too early” and that she “didn’t wanna”. She ended up on her stomach, face turned toward the wall, half of that face buried into the pillow she cradled with both arms.
Though, through the pain lingering around her head that she understood was inevitable after drinking as much as she had, Melody knew it had to be later on in the day to have light prying to get at her. Melody could hear movement now, and then heard a long string of curses and more of a stumbling, staggering, hurried rush of footsteps. Melody turned on her side, shifting an arm under her head as she grasped the edge of her sleeping place. She hauled herself upright and out of the blinding position. Blinking bleary eyes, and rubbing one at each time, she glanced at the clock…
Only to turn her head and plant her face into the bed mat, muffling the moan and pounding her fist at the time. Her shoulders drooped. And then, slowly, Melody drew herself to her feet and swooped up her coat, flopping the pillow sloppily back onto the mat.
“Lanara?” she asked to empty space, taking unsure steps to the door. Her wavy, almost curly hair was messy, and she was only now wiping away the encrusted drool from the side of her face. She leaned against the hall way, pausing to dig at the corners of her eyes and gently shake her head to toss those curls everywhere. Running a hand through the womp rat nest on her head, she called out again, “Lanara? Dammit.”
She really didn’t have much information on where she was. Only that Lanara had brought her here. She did find the ramp after a few minutes of wandering, unsteadily walking down it to find the mercenary girl standing not too far.
“Oi, there you are. Leave me like that,” Melody coughed as she neared Lanara.
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Post by Grawn on Mar 9, 2009 16:06:41 GMT -5
His red shades caught the sun as Arc walked towards where Ocelot had said his ship was docked the night prior. That night had been filled with contacts to be contacted to sell off his ship and to find suitable placement for his ammo and personal effects. The only thing personal on him however were his pistols but those could be replaced just as easily, he just preferred slug thrower projectile weapons.
Donned in his crimson duster jacket, he looked barely out of place on the planet of Zeltros, about the only planet one could get away with wearing such a bright garbment and not attract attention, however that was of little concern to Arc to say the least.
Alot was to happen today. New people to meet, partnerships to establish and of course, no longer depending on himself for completeing missions. The group concept to take out enemies in a group and achieve mission objectives in such a fasion had its clear advantages and Arc was a man whom liked his advantages as high as a glass of his favorite drink. However the disadvantage of collaberating with those whom views didnt meet Arc's could be troublesom but the bounty hunter decided to not take up a leadership additude. Let Ocelot handle that.
This way Arc could just focus on the business at hand, which wasnt a bad idea to him in the least. His pistols hidden under his duster he was confident that it was just another day and another chance to score some credits in his favorite fashion. The bounty hunter came to area indicated by Ocelot and looked upon the ship that would be his new home.
"It'll have to do", Arc muttered to himself, not really caring upon living accomidations unless it was a extreme displeasure living in it. Already a few of the people from the night previous were showing up so Arc just walked among them and nodded at Ocelot.
"Arc Laud reporting in", said the man with a slight hint of humor.
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So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Mar 11, 2009 0:24:58 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Mar 11, 2009 0:24:58 GMT -5
When Lanara saw Mel she tilted her head and tried to remember last night as best she can. She remembered drinking alot, talking to Mel, drinking more, watching Mel tear Xander a new one dancing wise... and then drinking some more. Nothing about having her crash at Sylbia's ship.
"Ohh... I am sorry, Mel. I kind of have no clue how I got back to the ship. If I remembered that you crashed there with me I would have waited for you... I don't think that he is coming out... lets go up in his ship."
She began to walk up the ramp. She wandered around the ship for a bit before finding her way into the cockpit where Ocelot was. Again, she asked the question. Only this time she had an audience and didn't look completely crazy.
"Um... Ocelot? I was out carousin' with Xander last night and we found a girl that could be part of our crew. Can we keep her?"
She asked with big puppy-dog eyes.
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Mar 13, 2009 23:13:10 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Mar 13, 2009 23:13:10 GMT -5
Ocelot nodded as Axle entered the cockpit after reporting in. Rem appeared only moments after Axel had entered the ship. They soon thereafter to grab something to eat in the galley. A few minutes later Arc entered the cockpit...
"You know Arc, this isn't the military." Ocelot replied with a hint of a grin. "Anyways grab yourself a room, if you need anything to eat, grab it from the galley."
Ocelot went back to reading his messages, when he heard someone else enter the cockpit. He looked up, and saw that someone had entered but there was also another. Ocelot's face remained passive as Lanara made her request. Ocelot looked the newcomer from head to toe, and then stared at her for a few more moments.
"Well if you think she can find some use, then I trust your judgement. Welcome to the Red October, My name is Ocelot in case Lanara hadn't told you. Why don't you two go choose your quarters and then meet the rest of the crew in the galley."
After a couple more minutes,Ocelot had finished reading up his messages. He then decided he might as well get to the galley and have a talk with the rest of the crew. The galley was the most open space in the ship aside from the cargo bay, so it made sense to hold their meetings there.
It took Ocelot less than two minutes to reach the galley. As he entered he saw the crew there milling around, hopefully getting along.
"Alright everyone! Gather round" he said raising his voice.
It was time that they got this show on the road.
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Squee
The Keeper
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Mar 15, 2009 4:06:53 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Mar 15, 2009 4:06:53 GMT -5
“Hm… that seems to be okay. I end up crashing somewhere, usually in hotels, and whoever I spent the night with seems to be up and running because I’m suffering from hangovers. You know what that feels like, right?” Half of her little speech was a blubbered mess, and she groaned after saying ‘hangovers’. She slid a hand on her forehead, closing her eyes for a moment. Blinking open her eyes, she caught the mercenary’s stare. “Okay, maybe not.” There was a pause. “I’m straight, by the way. Don’t get the wrong idea. Perhaps I should stop talking.”
She only gave a slow nod to Lanara when she was motioned to follow onto the ship. She did, struggling to regain the sureness in her step as before. As always, the smuggler found it while walking through Red October behind the mercenary woman. Her trench coat dragged on the floor some, clutched with her belt and the small pack Melody herself carried around: being what light traveling possessions she actually had. With a half-hearted attempt, she tried smoothing out the sleep wrinkles from her tank top and moving her hair around a little. Still, she looked like a tired and rather wasted young woman. It wasn’t the greatest impression, but it would have to do as Lanara begged for Melody to be allowed to stay.
As the man turned to regard the smuggler, Melody wavered a hand about a little. “Eh… don’t let looks fool you at this point. I look horrible, but what can you expect if you’re drinking with a Zeltron? The punk… But, yeah, I’ll hack you into stuff and… whatever.”
Melody’s hand was back against her forehead and she leaned against the wall. Her head tilted, leaning that wall as well. Man, she had a migraine. This could go on for a while. For the moment, she just simply stared at Ocelot as he spoke, saying how she could be on and blah, blah, blah.
“Quarters… galley… right. Sounds good. Though I might just go back to sleep,” she was mumbling as she turned to make her way back through the labyrinth of the ship. It took her a few minutes, and a couple of guesses, to find the quarters. She dropped her belt and pack but slid her trademark across her shoulders. Smoothing the wrinkles in her beloved trench coat, Melody found herself wandering for the galley. She bypassed food and took up a tall glass of water. Finding a seat, she plopped down and promptly wet her head drop onto the table. She cradled that glass of water, sipping every so often, and ignoring her new neighbors circling around with thunderous noises loud enough to wake the dead.
Melody must’ve found some peace to it, because she dozed off laying her head there. Ocelot entering and calling for attention made her jump, causing her to fall off of her seat. With a couple of grumbles to herself and flashing a daring, charming grin to others, Melody pulled herself back into her seat and drank more of the water. Blue eyes rested on Ocelot as she put her cheek against the palm of her hand, leaning heavily on it.
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Octoboobies! omnomnomnomnom
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Mar 16, 2009 15:00:21 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Mar 16, 2009 15:00:21 GMT -5
Sylbia slipped through the plain metallic corridors of the Red October with her trusty astromech still cradled in her arms. "Oh, I don't know about that." she laughed as the droid commented on what he thought of as the poor condition of the ship. "Well, I suppose you'll just have to fix that no?" She smiled at the droid. "Besides not everyone gets to have a expert like yourself around." She glanced up as she entered a rather cavernous room full of people including at least one new one. She looked a little quizzically at all the people sitting up straight as she set Ki down on a table and set next to her life long companion. "There you are Ocelot, where have you been hiding."
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Mar 17, 2009 2:23:55 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Mar 17, 2009 2:23:55 GMT -5
Rem had headed nearly directly to the galley, grabbing some fruit, bread, and cheese. It was a banquet for the ex-jedi considering the fact that he'd been eating less than usual...and for a jedi "eating less than usual" consisted of long periods of meditation that calmed the hunger so he could last several days between meals. It wasn't long until the other arrived, and by the time the had he was finished eating everything but an apple and had found himself a comfortable niche in the corner. Standing there silently he watched as the others, and a new girl, filtered in and found their places. Finally Ocelot joined the congregation. There were seven in total...this was quite a crew, and Rem wasn't certain he liked the large group.
For now, however, he would remain silently in the background, using the force to divert the others attention to pretty much anywhere but himself. He simply wanted to hear and not be heard...the only one he allowed to easily see through this passive mental manipulation was Ocelot himself. Seeing as he was the captain of this motley crew, Rem felt that the man deserved that much at least.
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