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Mar 24, 2009 19:17:35 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Mar 24, 2009 19:17:35 GMT -5
Ocelot was laying comfortably on the cot in his personal quarters. He had actually managed to get some rest after a long time. He had been run ragged the last two years, hunting down his crew's killers and then freelancing. He wasn't about to retire though, and that's why he had this crew with him now.
Hopefully they will show me they are true professionals during this job he thought.
This wasn't going to be exactly life-threatening circumstances, but he could still learn a good deal about them. He looked at his watch, and after a quick calculation, figured they should be reaching Balosar relatively soon.
Balosar....he tried to avoid the place if he could. It was a cesspool by all definitions of the word. Some would say it was a haven for his type, but he actually took offense to that. Ocelot was a criminal but he wasn't a scoundrel, he had always made sure that distinction was clear. He got up and stretched out, and then washed his face at the refresher. He checked to make sure his pistol was at his side and his knife was in place. He wasn't expecting to run into trouble on the ship, but he always liked to have them close.
He made his way out of his quarters and towards the cockpit. He would check up on things, then go to the galley and grab something to eat. He figured he would run through the plan one more time with the crew after that. He figured that some of them wouldn't be happy that there wasn't going to be much action on this job.
Ocelot still had a nagging feeling that the contractor wasn't telling him something...
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Mar 25, 2009 1:10:41 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Mar 25, 2009 1:10:41 GMT -5
A finger twitch. The trembling of lips. The movement as legs shift, the rustle against cloth, the frantic muttered sounds of a person lost to their own world of dreams or nightmares. The hazy world, where reality met disbelieving (or possibly believing) images mixed together to confuse the mind. Dream was a slaver. The minds he captures, sucks them into a world of pretty golden gates and streets or an oblivion of screaming and murderous gentlemen. Disorientating, the images could become, and they could be confusing to the subconscious of the enslaved. And the only thing to wake a captured sleeper when they were engrossed into interesting and hateful dreams was by giving on a startle of some kind. Or slaved gal was most definitely stuck in oblivion, for her rigid body language with the entangled sheets and pillows strewn across her body as if layering a corpse showed evidence of a fight before innocence had been stolen.
The vibrations of her personal alarm started rumbling against the stand. The surprisingly loud buzzing noise retched the subconscious slave from the hunting captivator. She drew up with a start, hand flying to snatch the weapon of choice from the hanging belt above her head. However, mortal pistols that fire cauterizing shots would do no good in attempt to wound the fair Dreams, to pay him back for all the horrible objects, creatures, and scenes he conjured from the young lady’s mind. Burns would not scar what she had seen behind closed eyelids. The ringing revolution of shots would do nothing to frighten away the hideous beasts that prowl only in nightmares.
Realizing the buzzing came from the alarm she had set, Melody released her grip on her sheathed blaster. Leaping across piled covers and pillows, she ended up landing heavily on her chest and frantic scrapings of the nails pined for the calling device and fingertips earned to catch and silence it with a twist of the wrist and depression of a button. She caught it at last and flicked off the alarm. A faint groan bypassed her throat and exited by mouth as she buried her face against the pillow. With a kick of her legs, Melody threw off the covers and dragged herself in a sitting position. She cried out softly when her bare feet hit the cold metals of the ship, Cold catching a flaming ride up her spine and prickling her flesh briefly.
They had to be approaching the planet kind enough to host the royal carrier of criminals. Their plans were stable, intentions were unclear among themselves. Melody had taken time to realize this group was just beginning to acquaint themselves with each other motions, motives, and attitude. They functioned differently. Believed differently. Style and skills were nearly foreign to one another.
Time with a brush was spent on Melody’s hair and she combed through knots and entanglements. This would be her first exit since the galley. She’d kept to herself, slept a good portion of the trip, slowly getting over the dreadful hangover she understood she had deserved. She had made this mental note before and will do so once more: Never drink with a Zeltron. This time it had ended her up somewhere decent. Previous times were something Melody couldn’t quite recall, other than suffering the terrible after effects as she had this roundabout. With a freshening of breath and a new set of clothing, Melody deemed herself presentable. Belt hanging lopsided across her hips as usual, Melody appeared from her quarters with that trench coat in hand. She picked herself a fruit of some kind passing by the galley and settled into a chair in the part of the ship she always labeled “Lounging of the Lazy Section”. Snapping out a convenient datapad, she reviewed the planet to herself. Melody picked apart it was the place of villainy, a cesspit of low-paid workers in factories, and not the greatest vacation spot in the galaxy. Whatever item the contact wanted would be definitely found here if the planet enjoyed the black market or other sorts of selling criminal activities.
“Hey-ho, Ocelot,” she greeted with a half grin slithering once again across those happy-go-lucky features. He passed on through, seeming to be lost in thought, and didn’t pay Melody much mind at all. She shrugged and returned to her datapad after swiping absently at her trousers, as if trying to wipe away the juice that had bubbled from the fruit as she bit it.
If any other resting familiar stowaways had sense, they would be arousing from slumbers and awakening themselves up, preparing for a landing that should be soon. That depended if Melody had her calculations correct. It was nice, trying to think ahead from experience just how long it would be between jumps to planets. Most of the time she estimated correctly. A dew instances she had been horridly off. Hopefully, this was not on of those times.
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Post by kt on Mar 25, 2009 15:15:47 GMT -5
To say that this trip was boring was bit of an understatement, sure Xander had found ample time to decorate his room with all sorts of gadgets and posters, but even that had run it's course. The whole trip was making Xander go into something akin to a depressive state, nobody willing to sit and talk with him, Lanara and Mel always cooped up in their rooms. The locks weren't really all that hard to figure out, fairly simple in design. But even the semi perverted zeltron had more dignity than to sneak into the girls' rooms.....most of the time.
At the current time, Xander was fast asleep, buried under silk bed sheets and dreaming of....well....what xander normally dreams about. It wasn't until his alarm went off rather early, did he wake from his slumber. With a blurry eyed look at the time, Xander slowly got out of bed, letting out a groaning stretch and a yawn before standing up. With a quick dig in his pack, Xander produced a pair of slim fitting neon blue pants and put them on. He then ruffled his hands through his hair and fixed it only slightly, the shaggy look always DID work well for him. With a final touch up of the hair and a rubbing of the eyes, Xander walked into the galley to see a lone person sitting at the table, Mel to be exact. With a small smile, the shirtless zeltron snuck up stealthely behind the girl and gave her a poke in the sides. He then sat down next to her, grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it "Mornin hot pants." He gave another yawn after he swallowed and looked around "Are we the only two up?"
With a rather sly smile, Xander got up "Hold that thought..." He told Mel before she could tell him anything and ran out of the room and to the door of Lanara's room. The crafty zeltron man then looked around to make sure nobody saw him, and quietly unlocked the door, slowly creeping into her room and hopping into bed with her, putting his arms around her waist and giving her a nice "massage" of sorts. Today was a no shame kind of day obviously as Xander's hands made their way up to her chest, a mischevious smirk on his face. Yup, Xander forsaw a black eye or maybe even two in the near future, but in this case, the juice was worth the squeez.
The now very perverted zeltron continued to play with Lanara's body, something that was most enjoyable, when all of a sudden he had a great idea. With a quick bit of concentration, Xander let out waves of immense "pleasure" out and let the rather naughty emotion seep into Lanara's subconscious. He now just silently laughed to himself as he gave her a few well placed kisses on her neck.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Mar 26, 2009 15:29:42 GMT -5
((For the record, I LMAOed at ^ Lanara, however, did not. *Rubs his cheek, he was recently slapped*))
Lanara had been having a rather peaceful dream... the kind that she rarely had. She was speaking softly in her sleep, the woman looked and sounded serene.
"Xander... one of these days."
The context of the words were anyone's guess... although they were complemented with an unconscious smirk. When he jumped on the bed and threw his arms around her waist she more or less responded in her dream with the furrow of her brow and more then a few incoherent words. It was when his hands began to creep upwards that she started to stir, the unconscious part of her mind began to lightly push his arms back... then it happened. He used the emojection to make her dreams more... interesting.
Her arms slowly fell and limply draped her abdomen as she let out a slight moan. It was at least a full minute before her eyes shot open to see the Zeltron man laying in bed with her. Her jaw clenched and her face scrunched together. She quickly stuck two of her fingers up the man's nose and yanked him towards her until they were practically face to face. This would hurt a little bit, considering that she tended to clip her nails a little long... and they tended to get kind of sharp.
"What should I do with you?"
Lanara growled as she bored a hole through his brain with her eyes... figuratively of course. A wicked smile pursed her lips as she noticed that one of her legs happened to be in between his. She instantly brought her leg upwards towards his body... it actually packed enough punch to lift him up in the air a little bit. She slowly got up out of bed, grabbed him by his neon blue pants and his hair, and threw him out of her room. She gave him a slight wedgie before doing this... just for laughs.
"If I catch you in this room again I will cut them off."
Her voice was chillingly calm, she slowly closed the door. It didn't take long for her to get dressed. She stepped out of her room and walked towards the galley where she found Mel sitting by her lonesome. She sat down in the chair across from Mel and rubbed her face... Lanara was still groggy despite the rude awakening and the nut-buster she just issued.
"Argh... Do you know how far out we are?"
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Mar 27, 2009 14:30:17 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Mar 27, 2009 14:30:17 GMT -5
Sleep.
Sleep wasnt something he got often due to his profession. In his quarters which was enough room for his crates of ammo, a compartment for his clothing and a bed, he laid in his bed snoozing for the first time in days. However it wasnt completely peaceful as memories of his past came to him.
His parents training.
His lost childhood or lack of one.
It was swirled and flashed which brought a grimace to the bounty hunters face as he slept. The memory of young Arc grabbing his mother's coveted pistols and shooting both his parents in their sleep awoke him, his eyes bright red from the sleep. Arc sat up, not sure what to make of the dreams but dismissed them as he slung his legs around and off the bed. Wearing nothing but a wife beater and black underwear that went to his thigh he got up and walked to the light switch, turning it on and winced as the brightness pushed away the darkness.
Walking over to his dresser, his shaggy black hair unkempt as usual but not to the point of needing to fix it, he retrieved his clothes and began to put them on with a frown. The dreams were another reason he didnt sleep, they plagued him to no end and always put him in a less than humane mood. Now in a grey muscle shirt and black slacks, the shirt hugging his slightly muscled body as he went over to where his guns hung on a belt and attached it to himself.
He didnt go anywhere with out them and Arc didnt plan to start now.
Leaving his quarters he walked his way to the galley, seeing a odd sight of the buffon Xander laying in the hallway, in a lot of pain from the looks of it. As he entered the galley he saw two girls...Melody and Lanara he thought. The names eluded him to some extent but he was sure they were the correct ones. He sat himself across the table from them, and looked back to where he had come from.
"Dare i ask why we have a writhing idiot in the hallway?" he asked absentmindedly to the two.
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Mar 28, 2009 5:17:05 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Mar 28, 2009 5:17:05 GMT -5
Rem sat peacefully in his cabin, long legs folded across each other, hands resting lightly on his knees, back straight, chin dipped slightly down and eyes closed. To any that would come in to see him they would have thought him to be sleeping sitting up, but this was far from the case. The time it had taken them to get to where they were headed, Rem had been up and about, slinking around the ship silently, a ghost to the others for all intensive purposes as he'd clung to the shadows and slipped around their sight easily. Not that they were interested in him anyway. It was, perhaps, better this way...they all had their own bonds forming, and the less he formed the better for all in the long run. Now, however, he was content to sit in his cabin and meditate, calming his mind and stretching it outward to encompass those in the ship, passing each in turn with a light flick of his mind, checking that all was well with them before moving on to the next. It was nothing obtrusive, simply his way of watching over those around him...the ever vigilant sentinel.
As he made yet another barely conscious round of the ship, he vaguely felt Melody's movement in her cabin, his senses processing the information as that she was awake once more and feeling considerably better than previously. He followed her movements for a moment, keeping a decent distance from her until she left her cabin when he noted the bitter sweet taste of some kind of food and the vague impression of Ocelot in her consciousness. Deftly turning his attention to the captain of the ship, Rem was unsurprised to find him also wide awake and stalking toward the cockpit. The man's widely broadcast thoughts made Remiel chuckle slightly, but other than that he was content to let the man be on his way. Returning to Melody, Rem found another mind close by...ah, it was the zeltron, Xander. Yes, Rem was beginning to recognize the overzealous zeltron far to easily. His thoughts were far from shielded, and it didn't take someone heavily trained in the mental abilities of the force to practically SEE what was on THAT mind.
Shaking his head, Rem decided to leave the zeltron alone with his thoughts. The former jedi didn't particularly care for zeltrons because of their inhibitions...it was part of their race and culture, so he didn't condemn him for thinking that way, but given the choice, Remiel wasn't one to tarry long around their minds. Instead he turned to Lanara. Something about the woman intrigued him, despite the fact that she seemed to have little regard for life in general and was only concerned with her own well being. She, unlike the others, was still asleep. As he withdrew his tendril of consciousness to leave her in peace, he once again noted the familiar mind of who else...Xander.
Huffing slightly even in his meditation, Remiel debated on what to do. The man had obviously picked her lock and was now, from what he could sense, using his emo-jection on the sleeping woman. It sickened him to no end. Did this man have so little regard for women? A hand twitched slightly as he slowly began to bring himself out of his meditation, but Lanara beat him to the quick. Smirking slightly, he felt the woman rouse herself and deal a blow to the man that he wouldn't like, nor would he likely forget it soon. Allowing his thoughts to remain with the zeltron, Rem allowed himself into the man's mind. It was open enough already, it was like walking through an open door to the exile.
I hope that will help teach you not to go sneaking into a woman's room if it's locked, Xander. They don't tend to appreciate it.
Remiel left the man with that calm reprimand and tactful warning echoing around in his mind. There was no shouting, no anger, no harm done, nothing shifted or touched or changed...the pain was not dulled either. No, Xander needed that lesson...the sooner he learned it the better for him. With that, he was gone from Xander as well, that tendril of thought scanning through the ship for other signs of life. Ah...it seemed that Arc was awake as well. Extending his mind further through the ship, he thought he could sense Axle and Sylbia stirring as well. That was all of them...the entire motley crew of so called criminals and mercenaries. Sighing, he decided that it was high time for him to rouse himself as well.
Slowly he curled his fingers, ridding them of the slight stiffness that had settled itself in them...another reminder of his time as a jedi. One tended to acquire stiff joints if one sat for too long in idle meditation...at least if one was a mover and fighter such as himself. Fully bringing himself back into a conscious state, blue eyes opened to a dimly lit room, so barren one wouldn't have thought anyone to be staying in it save for the pack resting under the chair and his coat hanging along the back of the same chair...aside from his own presence of course. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, the odd nature of his people allowing it to stand, spiked, atop his head. He found this strange, even after so long having lived with it. Shaking his head slightly, Rem brought himself into a standing position and grabbed his coat, pulling it on and buttoning it before silently exiting his room and walking down the hall.
Upon reaching Xander, he bent down and helped the man up without saying a word. After allowing him to get his footing, Rem left him to his own devices and continued on his way to the galley. Grabbing a glass, he filled it with cold water before leaning casually against the wall and gazing at the others silently as he took a drink. After a long moment, Remiel finally deigned to speak.
Good morning. I do believe it's still morning anyway.
He had estimated it to be around ten in the morning, but Rem always seemed to lose track of time while in space so he couldn't be sure. Not that most didn't lose track of time on space flights anyway...there really was no way to tell the time without a clock of some kind, and the former jedi never had a need to keep one otherwise...it never particularly mattered to him...though perhaps he would think of acquiring one soon. He couldn't have himself relying on an internal clock and the sleep habits of others now could he? Especially with a needy zeltron on the loose. The thought brought a slight snicker out of Remiel and he shook his head again before taking another drink from his glass. Rolling a shoulder, he listened to it pop slightly before regarding the others once more.
If I understand things correctly, Ocelot will be coming back here to go over the mission with us again...until then, I hope that everyone managed to get a decent sleep? I noticed a few of you were rather restless last night....and Xander....well...it seems he was "restless" this morning. I assume you were the recipient of that Lanara?
Well, Rem never said he was ALWAYS tactful....
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Mar 28, 2009 21:43:53 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Mar 28, 2009 21:43:53 GMT -5
Sylbia carefully slid the various connectors of her prosthetic into their mate sockets as she seamlessly fitted her left arm against what little organic shoulder she had. "Ki, would you get my suit please." she asked the small droid that chirp happily at her and clambered up a nearby shelf. Meanwhile she slipped into her thin catsuit before setting lightly on the edge of her bed and lifting a small glass of her nutrient sludge to her lips and downed what remained as ki, seemingly at random popped out of the floor nearby draging the white explorer suit over to her. "Thank you, dear" as she finished sidling the environment suit over her frame she reached in picked up a small data pad from the nearby desk. "This is everything?" she queried the small droid smiling at his affirmative beep. she stepped out of the cabin and into the main hall of the ship.
turning she made her way towards the captain's room and the cockpit. Stopping at the captains door she rapped lightly at the door. "Sir, Ocelot are you in?" she asked fiddling with the data pad as she waited before nodding to her self and turning towards the cockpit if he wasn't in his room she reasoned he'd be in the cockpit.
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Post by Latus on Mar 28, 2009 22:22:50 GMT -5
Running... running, so tired cant stop. Don't want to go back! Chethlit, Machin, Ogran; didn't mean for it to end like this. NOT like this! Stay away from me... stay back. Stay back! LEAVE ME ALONE!
Axle's eyes shot open, fleeing from the nightmares that chose that night in particular to rob from him. He was panting still afraid the visions that haunted him would find him in the depths of space. As Axle tried to move he found it difficult not to laugh as he saw the reflection of tangled sheet, limb, and wing from the canopy glass. Finally managing to free himself from the constrictive mess he sat up stretching every limb to the best of his ability. He was awake, might as well keep it that way. His fears were quieted by the reassuring thrum of the Red October's engines; they sounded like they were running cleaner, good sign.
His small cockpit made a surprisingly good home, the seats could be flattened out into a makeshift bed and he had easy access to the cargo for clothes food and the like. Necessary for those on the run. Withdrawing a new over shirt he changed giving his wings an extra flex before bunching them up to be covered. A thud from the direction of the boarding hatch gave him pause. The others were up? What was the time? From the young man's last understanding he had gone to bed a few hours after the others so... must be at least nine.
Welding a few stabilizers and replacing a few conduit wires turned into one hell of a repair job. He did all he could without using spare parts; note to self: ask Ocelot for down time to buy a replacement synchronizer for the left engine core.After remaking his bunk for the next usage Axle clamors to the hatch. The others seem to have quieted down some. Pulling it open he peeked out into the empty gangway; voices from the direction of the crew quarters. Perhaps this was the Zeltron's doing. Can't be helped, got to cross through there to get to the galley.
Carefully he dropped out of the hatch and down the several feet to the floor, his feet barely registering the dull thud. Still unsure about his prospective crew mates he hesitantly proceeded toward the galley. Turning into a shorted stretch of hallway he saw what had caused the commotion. The Zeltron, apparently named Xander, had been thrown out of one of the rooms. Rem was standing there, looking as sharp as always, same with Arc. Axle couldn't help but snicker. If this Zeltron's personality had brought it to this then he deserved all he received. He saw Rem pull Xander to his feet and continue onward, a sentiment Axle mimicked, stepping around the two men in the hallway.
Top of the morning to you both, Arc, Xander.
As he passed the room he saw it was that of a young woman, to which he nodded. He found Rem a few minutes up the hall in the galley helping himself to a bite. As he stepped across the threshold he smiled to Rem and set to procuring a few pieces of food for himself. Rem's comment confirmed his suspicions of Xander... and the young woman's name was Lanara. Useful knowledge. The third young lady was in there. As she was new to the crew he was still unsure about her name.
Morning Rem, miss. Sounds like you found more sleep than the the crew average. The Captain should be around here somewhere... oh and I believe the other young lady is still asleep.
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Mar 29, 2009 15:09:02 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Mar 29, 2009 15:09:02 GMT -5
Ocelot was relatively sure that most of the crew had awakened, and figured he would make their way to the galley. He made sure everything was all kilter and then made his way towards the Galley. He noticed Sylbia on his way there, and figured she had come looking for him.
"Ahh Sylbia, please join me and the rest of the crew in the Galley" he stated as he motioned for him to follow her.
It only took them another minute to reach the galley, and thankfully everyone seemed to be there. He looked at his motley crew of mercenaries and once again wondered how he had ended up with them.
Well at least one or two of them seem to relatively normal he thought with a light sigh. He then clapped his hands a few times to get everyone's attention.
"Alright guys listen up, this is going to be a simple pick up, nothing fancy. Rem,Mel, and Xander will be coming with me to pick up the cargo. Axle and Lanara, I want you to go see if you can find whatever parts the ship needs. Arc and Sylbia, I need you both here to stay and guard the ship. Don't take this lightly though, Balosar is pretty damn shady, and I have a feeling we way have unwanted visitors soon enough.
Alright is everyone clear on this? any questions?"
Ocelot didn't usually get anxious about jobs but something rubbed him the wrong way. He was sure he would hear some grumbling about who got to do what, but that was just too bad. Everyone had to do their part for the crew, if they didn't know that yet, they would know soon.
After answering whatever question had been asked, Ocelot made his way back to the cockpit to prepare for landing on Balosar. He hoped Balosar had changed since he had last been here, he despised the place. His crew would look like aristocrats compared to the scum here.
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Post by kt on Mar 29, 2009 15:54:13 GMT -5
With a tensing of his body, Xander knew what was about to happen and it didn't come to a surprise when he was lifted by his crotch by lanara's leg and tossed literally out of her room and onto his face. "Ow...." He groaned as he held his most prized possessions and tried to get up, a small pained smile on his face as he got on his knees.
"Get the FUCK outta my mind you jedi nerf herder!" That was the response Xander gave Rem whilst not actually talking. The force was strong in xander, unbeknownst to him. As Lanara stomped out of her room and threatened him...again, the zeltron man just gave her a smile "Nice kick babe, you know you like it when you get all cute and mad." He laughed and was hoisted up by Rem. Xander just ignored the grey jedi and took a seat in the corner of the galley.
As Ocelot explained what the plan was, Xander got up slowly and walked off to his room to get properly dressed and ready, not saying a word to anyone as he walked past them, a rather emotionless face on him. After a good 10 minutes of getting ready, Xander came out, dressed in light tan pants, a black cut off sleeve shirt, a light balistics vest in black to match his shirt, a very small and slim pair of electro binoculars, and finally, his blaster pistol holstered on his left side, his disruptor sniper rifle slung on his right shoulder, he then walked to the cockpit to see how far they were from landing.
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Post by Squee on Mar 29, 2009 20:20:26 GMT -5
((Jackal, that was a SEXY post you made with Arc. –drool-))
People who knew Melody liked to pick on her. Whether that had been her father before he succumbed to illness and died, or her “uncle” (her father’s best friend), who always pulled her into the most embarrassing situations when he used memories to his advantage. Why did elders always remember the most embarrassing stunts performed by a child or adolescent? It always escaped Melody. All she could figure was they enjoyed to see one flustered and red-faced.
Xander was one of those people who was finding it enjoyable to toy with Melody. Though, the blonde was beginning to believe Xander was willing to mess with any young feminine thing walking around the corner until someone shot him in the head. She yelped loudly when he snuck up behind her, jabbing his fingers quickly in her sides. She had jumped in her seat, dropping her fruity meal and datapad, and whirled around so fast her hair smacked across his cheek. “Xander! … Kriff. You made me drop my breakfast.” She scowled at the floor, then at the Zeltron’s face.
“Heh, hot pants. As if I hadn’t heard that one before,” she mumbled almost incoherently. She leaned down, scooping up the spoiled fruit and her datapad. She sighed, seeing the datapad’s screen had flashed out when she dropped it. It would be a while before it would turn on again properly. All the electronics she handled always seemed to die out quickly. It was like there was some kind of curse against her and little handheld devices.
“So far, we’re the only ones… Xander, if you’re going to Lanara’s room you might want to reconsi—Screw it. Let your baby making end here and now. She’s gonna have your nuts in a jam jar one of these days, Xan!” Melody shook her head as she got up to dispose of the mostly eaten fruit. There was no way she was eating it after it touched the floor. There were boots and feet walking all over the place. Who knew what kind of fungi someone might have on their foot.
It was a few minutes after that Melody heard a nice thud and Lanara saying something about ‘cutting them off’. She smirked and waited yet another several minutes before the mercenary woman seated herself across from the smuggler. “I warned him, I did. Seriously, Lanara, one of these, don’t warn him and carry out the threat.” The grin made it hard to take that suggestion lightly.
The grin tamed down to a small smile as Arc entered the room. But, after looking over the man, she was grinning again. “Do all you men walk around showing off your muscular bodies in the morning? Not that I’m complaining, mind you. And, Xander? Yeah… Don’t ask.”
And, yet another body could be counted to the group. Rem? Yes, Rem. Melody picked up names like she did alcohol and dancing. “Mornin’. Yeah, it can be counted as morning. If my personal calculations are correct, we should be comin’ up on Balosar soon enough. And good mornin’ to Mister I-Like-Being-Lonesome.” Her smile was this time directed to Axle. “Sleep was good, yes. It was mercy to put it simply.” Referring to the hangover, that is. Melody was very pleased she had been able to find sleep instead of lying on her mat, wishing to die while riding out the nasty effect of too much drinking.
“And Anti-Social!” she stated loudly when Ocelot came back into the room. Melody turned her body, scooping her trench coat into her lap. Listening eyes and ears paid attention to Ocelot. She nodded upon hearing her job. That was good. Melody didn’t have any objections or questions about her assigned job. There was nothing to say but “Fine” and give a shrug.
Smuggling packages. How it brought back memories of angry bounty hunters, the black market, and the religiously obedient authorities hightailing her everywhere.
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Dire Wolf
So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Mar 30, 2009 20:26:55 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Mar 30, 2009 20:26:55 GMT -5
Lanara blinked. At first the woman only looked at the tall blonde man inquisitively, almost expecting him to say something about how she has no regard for life or something... maybe he didn't know that she didn't have a “stun” setting on her blaster? That was probably it. She nodded a little bit before responding.
“Yeah... he thought it was a good idea to touch me... and turn my mind into a racy holovid.”
She glared at the Zeltron as he passed by her and took a seat in the corner. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn, he had sure felt her scorn... she was surprised that he could walk at all. After a few seconds she was finally able to avert her gaze away from Xander to Mel. She snickered a little at what the smuggler said.
“Heh... I'm sure you did, Mel, but men have only one thing on their minds, especially guys like Xander. ”
Lanara barely even noticed when Ocelot slunk into the room, so when he spoke it nearly gave her a heart attack. She sighed. For nearly four years in the Republic Marine Corps and an additional six in NAVSPECWAR, it seemed pretty sad that she was baby sitting a mechanic as he picks up parts. No... she stopped that line of thought there... she was getting paid. As long as this guy actually paid her, unlike her last employer, everything would be hunky dory. If not... well... she knew just want cords to yank and buttons to push to cause just about any ship to be crippled until the parts are replaced.
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Post by Grawn on Mar 31, 2009 15:19:13 GMT -5
Arc glanced at the girl and couldnt help but smirk at her comment, she was cute and while he thought he'd make a remark to Lanara's generalization of men, he saw Ocelot enter the room and his mind went back to business. The boss clapped to get everyones attention but Arc's red eyes were on him as he spoke, giving out everyone's assignments. Bodyguarding a hunk of steel? Not the most exciting jobs, his talents perhaps wasted but like Ocelot had mentioned Balosar shouldnt be taken lightly. The bounty hunter had been here once, hunting down a target for one of his bosses.
He had been ambushed and the long scar that went down from the left side of his chest to the ribs on his right side were one of the many memories from the experience. With any luck, a fool would try to steal something from the ship and would give Arc a chance to flex his favorite muscles, the ones in his fingers. He looked over to the woman he'd be with in guarding the ship, not really able to form any opinions on her. It wasnt wise to over or underestimate anything till there abilities were test, a cocky bounty hunter was a dead bounty hunter Arc had learned over the years.
Overall, just another day. He'd need to get his duster and perhaps some of his padded underarmor, he didnt think it would be practical to get into a gunfight with a muscle shirt. But as long as he had his pistols, he could take care of it.
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Latus
May the Quartz be with you.
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Post by Latus on Apr 2, 2009 11:29:10 GMT -5
The smile Axle received from the young lady was greatly unexpected. Her effervescent nature was a refreshing change from the cold sterile seriousness the bulk of the crew gushed from almost every spoken word. He would have to get her name, perhaps she could be trusted. He continued to consume his meager meal carefully devising, contradicting, and revising the means to which he could talk to this girl. Ocelot's appearance froze his thoughts instantly and he turned to listen.
As the gruff Captain talked Axle quietly celebrated his good fortune. The Captain had assigned him and the girl Lanara to retrieve spare and replacement parts for the ship. Save's me the trouble of making a request. He thought with a grin. He also identified every member of the crew by name, helpful. As the Captain finished speaking Axle nodded his approval and agreement. Ocelot clearly knew what it took to keep a ship of this type running at top performance. For expediency Axle would opt to take the cost out of pocket and ask to be reimbursed after.
Tearing his eyes away from his Captain he looked over at his partner, the one who would be accompanying him; Lanara. He wasn't sure but he thought he could see a glimmer of disappointment in her expression. He didn't know her background but could guess on why she disapproved. At this he shot her an understanding smile and turned back toward Ocelot. Considerate of what he would require for this little sojourn he looked back toward the hallway leading to the engine room, his mind working. He didn't have any real weapons outside of his fists but the myriad of tools in his tool-belt would make for good improvisations if the need arose. He would also have to check the weather and plan his concealment accordingly; the wind was usually never his ally for loose clothes.
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Zarkan
Octoboobies! omnomnomnomnom
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Mists of time swirl about the mists of the mind.
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Apr 2, 2009 13:15:47 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Apr 2, 2009 13:15:47 GMT -5
"Speaking of parts Mr.Ocelot, sir. I have a list." she said attempting to hand ocelot the data pad in her hands. "Of possible upgrades and modifications that myself and ki can make to the ship if you would like. Also I would likely be a good idea to send ki with Lanara and.. axle is it?" she raised her eyebrow as she looked at one of the newer additions for conformation. "Just to make sure there are not any hidden faults in the parts their buying."
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Apr 3, 2009 21:09:17 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 3, 2009 21:09:17 GMT -5
((urk, extreme lack of muse...sorry))
Rem had simply nodded to his assignment and grabbed a fruit from the holder, biting into it while he listened to the rest of the assignments. There wasn't much complaint about who did what...at least not verbally. What there was emotionally, he allowed to wash over him and away, sliding off his mental barriers like water drops. He was content to be in the background for now. Xander's angry reply to his earlier intrusion on his mind was also basically ignored. Honestly Remiel cared less if Xander was upset or not....the man acted more like a boy than anything else...some hapless puppy bounding after playmates. Perhaps he should train the zeltron in the use of his abilities if only to hopefully teach him some decent manners when it came to ladies. Shrugging this thought off, as well as the broadcast thought from Axel, Remiel took another bite from his apple and waited to see what else would happen. If anything.
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Apr 7, 2009 0:05:03 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Apr 7, 2009 0:05:03 GMT -5
Ocelot knew that Lanara wouldn't be happy with her assignment but he had his reasons. The boy, Axle, he still wasn't too sure about him. Axle seemed to be a bit jumpy about things, he wasn't sure as to why yet, but he wasn't going to take any chances.
"Makes sense, go ahead with your modifications once we land Sylbia" he said in response to her query.
It was good to see that people seemed to be on top of things, regardless of the circumstances. He walked back to the cockpit, and decided that he would take the October into Balosar personally. He slipped into the pilot's seat and went to manual control. They entered Balosar's atmosphere and Ocelot went through the usual channels to request landing.
Five minutes later found the October touched down in the landing area, and Ocelot made his way back to his cabin. He quickly made sure that his gear was in check and then made sure he had the proper rendezvous coordinates. he made his way towards the cargo bay where those who were leaving would be exiting. He saw the rest of the crew waiting there for him and said a few quick words.
"Sylbia, Arc...stay on your toes. Lanara,Axle...the same goes for both of you. We meet back here in three hours, good luck and be careful people.
Mel,Rem, Xander...with me"
Ocelot wasn't one for elongated speeches, the sooner they were off this cesspool the better. He made his way out of the Cargo bay and was immediately greeted by Balosar's climate. Ocelot turned his head and looked at the October one last time before setting off.
"Alright guys, we got about a 20 minute walk to the rendezvous point,which is some warehouse in the west district, stay sharp"
Ocelot still couldn't shake that feeling of foreboding that was growing in him. He pushed it to the back of his mind for the time being, he needed to focus.
(Alright kt,Squee,Tal...feel free to put us at the warehouse in your post if you want...To the rest of the crew...if you want people to attack you and what not then go ahead...i don't want you guys getting bored;))
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Squee
The Keeper
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I am Deception, and I defy your holiest moralities.
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Apr 8, 2009 2:08:35 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Apr 8, 2009 2:08:35 GMT -5
((Tired and blah when I created this. At least it's something to keep the posts rolling. Sorry about the crappiness of the writing in this one.))
Melody chuckled lightly at Lanara when she made the comment that Xander had turned her mind into a holovid. The perverted near-human was going to learn one way or another that not all women will fall to his seduction methods and follow him on whim. At the looks of it, he’d been participating in his cultures’ activity far too long. Melody was confident that the only way he’d stop is if he were dead. Now, she didn’t want Xander dead. Perverted and cocky he could be, he still managed to drag some sort of a smile across Melody’s face.
“Oh, come on, Lanara,” she said, twisting her words to add a bit of false innocence. “Not all men are that bad. You’re heart is just a little thumpity thump and your stomach is probably fluttering with twittering little birdies. You’ll think differently later.”
Melody leaned back, kicking up her boots and fiddled with her currently fainted datapad. Ocelot had turned and left without uttering another word to those either relaxing, happy with their assignment, or grumbling to themselves about said assignment. Melody chose to be content. A few moments later, she felt the ship dip to descend. Time to play “meet, greet, give me the damn package, and let’s go”. Melody hadn’t budged during the landing and only started to rise when she felt the ship bounce lightly on her landing struts.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she said, “Red October has landed on the slimiest, grimiest, filthiest, nastiest planet known to the galaxy. All those ashore to take the tour need to get off board. The bus is leaving… Though, I do assume that bus would mean our feet.” She fisted her hand, raising them above her head and rising to her toes as she stretched. A loosening shudder traveled down her body, starting at the head, every limb jostling like a wet noodle for but a moment. Still a half-smile dominating the lower half of her face, she scooped her trench coat up. Melody shook it once to clear away the folds and then slipped it on. Checking the restraints on her blasters, still there attached one each to her thighs, she was heading for the small walkway leading to the cargo bay when Ocelot returned. He spoke few words, and Melody snorted, feeling for a flash that those words were unnecessary.
“Right, boss,” she replied, slipping down the hallway. But a couple of minutes later, Melody was smelling the great air of Basolar. That was a laugh. It was all but pleasant, and that not just the stench the breeze carried, but the atmosphere of it all.
“Basolar…” she said, almost thoughtfully as her boots touched the planet’s surface. “I would suppose all us smugglers have made it around here once or twice in our lives. There’s some days that the people following you are really stubborn and determined to catch you. This place can sometimes be considered better than Nar Shadda. It’s a criminal haven. No security or military personal like places such as these very much. You would believe it was one of those diseases that everyone wants sanitation for.” The last comment was humor colored though sarcastic, served on a silver platter that was Melody’s smirk.
“Twenty minutes… heh, makes sense. I don’t disagree.” She paused for a moment, and then realized that others wouldn’t understand what she didn’t disagree with. “Er… well, remaining on the planet.. long… you know. Nice ship, cool stuff? Things like that. Pretty girls…” Melody shrugged, then went about as if she had said nothing at all.
The smuggler woman lingered around the left side of the group, remaining just a couple of feet from Ocelot’s left shoulder. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, the only thing – minor and careless as it seemed – keeping monitor of what transpired to the left, right, forward, and behind of her. If there was a certain word to describe Melody then and there, it would be ‘lax’. After all, in an air of criminal activity, Melody had learned it was best to act as if one vacationed there for their free time.
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Apr 9, 2009 1:09:31 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Apr 9, 2009 1:09:31 GMT -5
Arc stood up from his seat as soon as Ocelot had finished, making his way towards his room. Entering the dimly lit space he doned his light battle chestmesh, the light material giving breatheability along with a resistance to weak blasters. He looked at where his two dusters hung, his preferred red and his black one. Without much thought, he grabbed his black one and put it on, the coats ends nearly touching the floor. His red eyes scanned the room for anything else that he would need, glancing down at his pistols.
"Im good" he muttered to himself, knowing he had rounds stashed in his duster. Through his mess of black hair his red eyes burned like a dimly lit fire at the prospect of using these if some poor buffon looking for a easy score decided to make his way on board. If the woman he assigned to protect the ship didnt take him out, depending on her battle capabilities, Arc would finish it himself.
And now all that was left to do was the most BORING thing in this universe.
Wait.
(OCC: Deh creativizity juices not be a flowin' mons. Plus'in i be a tired. Plz forgives meh)
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 12, 2009 20:41:25 GMT -5
Remiel simply nodded as as Ocelot rallied the three to him. Following the man out, he took up a vanguard position behind them pulling on a rather nonchalant stance and aire. Really, he held little love for this place....it reminded him of the lower city of Coruscant, but worse....no, Nar Shaddaa would have been a better comparison. From the moment his boots hit the top of the landing ramp, his nose was assaulted by the putrid smog and stench of one of the darkest holes of the fringe that he now counted himself part of. It was...unpleasant...to say the least, but it was well in keeping with the grungy atmosphere of the cityscape he now found himself entrenched in. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the blond felt surprisingly at home in the situation. As his heavy boots moved near silently down the metal ramp, he couldn't help but feel a pang of familiarity at the situation. He had started so many missions this exact same way...walking down the ramp of a transport of some form and finding himself in a situation that was less than what he would consider pleasant to do something that, many times, was also less than pleasant.
Stopping at the end of the ramp just behind Melody, Xander, and Ocelot, Remiel's blue eyes fixed themselves on the sprightly woman. His senses, however, snapped outward and away, slinking through and around everything and everyone within 200ft of the group like so many tracking lasers. Despite his mind being focused on his search of the surroundings, the Rilan managed to catch Melody's words, and Ocelot's feeling of foreboding was like a banner draped around him, not unlike the swirling and ruddy brown light that shown around his form, or the glaring yellow that colored Xander's form. His own deep blue and purple aura didn't cloud his vision as one might think it would, nor were these colors visible to the majority of the races...Miraluka being one of the exceptions since that was basically the ONLY way they saw anything...but to the Rilan, every living being was not only form and thought, but various colors of light that were connected closely to the person's soul. Much to Remiel's dismay, many of the beings that wandered about the area as far as his keen eyes could see had tinges of orange and red to them, and more than a few were comprised completely of the very same colors...the colors his people found most closely associated with hate, anger, and evil in it's most general forms.
Every now and again, as they walked, the red clad man spotted a black void slipping around a corner or into a shadow...occasionally even standing in the open light of day (hazy as that was with the smog), and glaring at their group as they passed. It was these times that Rem sluffed off his restraint on that darker side of himself and thrust it at the void as one would throw a javelin, his back and skin aching for him to show the threat just what it would be dealing with if it came too close or tried to harm his companions. The black creature, that void of light, would slink off then, slipping back into the crowd and out of sight and Rem would take the few steps he needed to rejoin the group as they wound their way toward the warehouse they were seeking. After the second time Remiel saw this being and it slunk away yet again, he approached Ocelot from behind.
There is someone...someTHING...following us it seems. I'm not sure what it is, but the closer we get to this meeting ground the more bold it becomes. I felt I should warn you. There's a feeling of foreboding in the air, especially around that black creature. If you aren't planning something already, I suggest we all be especially wary.
His words were barely loud enough for the members of their group to hear, but he made sure they heard them, allowing them to echo slightly through the force toward them each in turn. Force connection or not, the others would be able to hear him with that little trick he'd picked up from the feanturi. To be honest, he was surprised the jedi order hadn't made it a standard practice. It ensured that your thoughts were not interrupted or heard by another force user, yet allowed you to be heard by only those you wished to be heard by....well, at least he knew it now.
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