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Meira
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Jul 20, 2009 8:57:44 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 20, 2009 8:57:44 GMT -5
The next words Palas heard over her comm almost made her freeze up entirely. He was going to WHAT!? What did he mean pick them up? She was almost too afraid to turn her head and look as her ship slowly began to position itself between the speeder and their assailant. Lash was putting HER ship in harms way! But she didn't have time to curse the man, or protest. The ramp was lowering down and there really wasn't anything to do but just go along with it.
It sure wasn't going to be easy. The cargo ramp on the Jewel didn't exactly sit in a position condusive to high speed pick-ups. If Palas weren't so concentrated on keeping the speeder steady in spite of the damage done by the last shot, she might have had a moment to be impressed. As it was, she was just pissed off. Pissed at the bounty hunter, at Greegar, and especially at Lash. But what could she do?
Lash inched the ship closer and closer until the speeder slid up onto the ramp. Quick adjustments to the controls were necessary for this momentary change, and then the speeder was in the cargo hold and the engines were cut entirely. Palas simply sat behind the controls of the broken transport, eyes wide and shoulders rising and falling with her quick, uneven breaths. she seemed frozen there, until the thud of the ramp closing and the hiss of the cargo hold pressurizing brought her senses back to reality.
Her face flushed immediately, causing her light purple skin on her cheeks to deepen into something more maroon in color. Her teeth clenched tight and her lips curled back in an almost feral snarl. He could have gotten them all killed! Jumping from the scrap pile of a speeder, Palas moved with tense muscles to the door. Once through that, she passed down the hallway, barely looking out the window to see the ship clearing atmo. She tore through the common area, her fury growing into a storm to rival those that ripped across the surface of the planet they were now leaving behind.
And then she entered the cockpit. Her violet eyes were blazing with her anger as she descended on the man that would call himself her saviour. Arms raised and hands in fists. She prepared to strike him. But something stopped her. She was still alive, after all. And it seemed her ship was alright. But who did this guy think he was? A move like that required more than your average pilot's training. Was he hiding something from her? After all she'd done for him!?
Palas' hands dropped to her sides, but stayed clenched in fists as she began to vent her rage and frustration into the air around the man she did not dare touch for he held the controls to her ship. And in the end, her ship was like her own blood. She would not waste it in a moment of anger. But her words were not stopped. In her frustration, Palas slipped back into her native tongue.
Frotz! Schutta Eswa'Lash! Qa obyrru!!
[rough translation: Explitive! Explitive vile Lash! What a nightmare.]
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Jul 31, 2009 20:04:49 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Jul 31, 2009 20:04:49 GMT -5
The sweet rhythmical humming of the engine was easing the heart of the Jewel’s pilot as he carried out the pick up of the Captain. Whilst this would have warranted a sigh of relief, Lash’s breath was held in for longer still as the chase continued. Their hunter was not as weak willed as he had hoped and instead of an easy ride another burst of fire battered against the shields, which were beginning to fall dangerously low. A number of red lights began flashing in Lash’s face, though his eyes glimmered on unfazed by their sultry glare.
With a determined push the Jewel shrugged its way through the atmosphere that consumed the planet of Tatooine, breaking out into the beautiful recesses of space. Lash’s hands were still set down hard upon the controls and he was leaning into them as he pushed onwards, no longer the relaxed pilot leaning back idly in his chair as he dazedly wafted the controls about. His face was set, his eyes were focused and his muscles were burning with an intense fire that begged for him to release his grip upon the systems controls.
He caught the sound of movement behind him as Palas approached, though failed to turn and acknowledge her. Out in the black Lash had managed to put some distance between the Jewel and the fighter which pursued them, though it seemed like the pilot was still unwilling to give up. After checking the readings off to one side, he punched in the co-ordinates for Kuras IV and opened the comm. “Making the jump to hyperspace, hold on to something.” He flicked it off again and in one swift movement brought his hand down upon the hyperspace controls. As he eased them up carefully the bright lights flared before the cockpit and the ship lurched forward into hyperscape, leaving their pursuer to return to the planet, a capture attempt well and truly failed.
And now with stars passing all around them he could finally relax. He peeled back his still clasping grip, leaned back and let out a great big sigh. This had certainly proven to be a risky escape but somehow he’d managed to pull it off. It looked like Lash was finally getting back to piloting with at least some degree of skill that he’d previously had. But still, a freighter was very much different to a fighter and so he still had a fair bit to go in terms of getting used to things and developing a nice flow to things. He remembered hearing Palas behind him and spoke out so she’d hear, “next time can we leave a planet like everyone else please, I like not being shot at?” He turned around in his chair to face her, his toothy and slightly cocky grin almost outshining the stars they were passing.
Then she yelled. That kind of surprised him. Sure, she hadn’t looked happy when he’d seen her face, but since he’d known her she wasn’t often a beacon of overflowing joy. But her sudden shouting made him throw himself back into his chair and cry out “whoa!” as his grin vanished in an instant. His eyes were wide, bulging so much that they threatened to burst out of their sockets and flee across the deck in fear of the apparently annoyed Captain. He didn’t understand what she said, probably something in Twi’leki, but whatever it was it didn’t seem happy.
After a few moments his back eased again in the seat. His eyes still protruded from their sockets but to a lesser extent. “So… is that how you say thanks in Twi’leki?” he asked hopefully.
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Aug 2, 2009 20:40:28 GMT -5
Post by .:Falcon:. on Aug 2, 2009 20:40:28 GMT -5
Kesslene didn't know what in the world had been going on. Whoever this mystery Twi'lek was, she was apparently important. To someone. This she picked up from teh fact that someone started shooting at someone. All at once, Kess began to doubt that she'd have a chance to get away from this rock at all. But then, the Twi'lek pushed her away from the controls, and began to handle the speeder expertly.
Kess moved into the seat next to her, and hung on for dear life. She didn't know what fancy moves the Twi'lek would bring out next, but Kess knew for a fact she didn't want to get killed during them. The Twi'lek seemed to be talking to someone on a comlink, but Kess was to busy focusing on two facts- that she was about to fall, and that they weren't shaking their pursuer- to take much notice of what was being said.
So, when Kess saw an old, beatup ship bearing down on them, she wasn't sure what to think. Until the cargo hatch yawned open. Then, Kess decided the pilot must be on spice, or just plain out of his mind. But the Twi'lek appeared to be taking it better, and landed them inside the bay.
The woman didn't appear to be too happy. Kess didn't know a whole lot about Twi'lek's, but the color her face was turning couldn't be healthy. Kess jumped out of the speeder behind her, and followed her down corridors. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to, but...just then, they reached the cockpit.
Kess's mouth dropped open as, for the first time, she saw the panorama of stars spread out before her. She was in space. Not just laying on the sand, staring up at space- she was in it. She couldn't speak, and sure didn't notice the conversation going on between the pilot and the Twi'lek. She was much too busy just staring at the delightful sight spread before her.
Then, in a twinkling, it all disappeared, swirling away into a mottled pattern. Kess looked over at the pilot, interuppting. "Where'd it go?" she asked.
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Aug 5, 2009 13:20:08 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Aug 5, 2009 13:20:08 GMT -5
Palas had continued to fume under her breath, pacing the small space of the cockpit. Her words were jumping around from basic to twi'leki in an incomprehensible jumble of curses. She had turned away from Lash glaring at the floors, the walls, out the view port. Anywhere but at his smirking face. Now that he wasn't holding the controls to the ship, the only thing saving him from a square punch to the face was the fact that she wasn't looking at him.
Of course, he ruined that when he spoke, asking if her string of curses was her way of saying thank you. That was it. Her skin deepened to a darker shade of maroon, if that was possible, and her violet eyes were electric. She stopped pacing directly in front of where the man sat, looking up at her with that smug face of his. She wanted to pound it into a pulp, and there really wasn't anything stopping her now. Her jaw clenched, and her nose even curled slightly.
And then, in an instant, she closed the small gap between them, grabbing Lash by the collar of his shirt with both hands, her face inches from his. She wasn't a particularly strong woman, but then again, he wasn't a particularly hefty man. She pulled hard on his collar, lifting him from the pilot's seat, and with a pivot of her foot, threw him against the wall.
No. She said, letting go with one hand so that she could close it into a fist. This is. But just as she was going to land the blow, a voice rang out in the cockpit. Her knuckles stopped, millimeters from delivering what was sure to have been the satisfying crunch sound of Lash's face being smashed. Palas turned her her head towards the voice so fast that her lekku struck across Lash's face in the process.
Those violet eyes landed on the form of the young slave girl. Palas had forgotten about her entirely. Being shot at and then nearly dying in a suicide rescue could do that. Her mouth opened as if the respond to the girl, but no words came out. After a moment, she turned her head (slower this time) to look out the view port. The whole thing was full of the bright lines of hyperspace travel. They couldn't turn around, for more reasons than one, and just drop the girl back off.
Now Palas was turning her head to look between Lash and the girl. How had she managed to pick up yet another person who was more likely to do harm than good? Finally coming to her senses, Palas released Lash's collar and took a step back. Facing the girl again, Palas stood with her hands on her hips, then crossed in front of her, then back on her hips. There was nothing for it. The girl had to stay, at least until they could find a suitable place to leave her. Having come to that thought, she finally spoke.
They're still there. We're just moving through hyperspace. You know.... really fast. Are you hungry?
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Aug 12, 2009 17:28:04 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Aug 12, 2009 17:28:04 GMT -5
Feeling his services were no longer needed on the gun, Trevil unstrapped himself after shutting down the targeting computer. His pawed hands were surprisingly shaky as he got himself out of the crash webbing. The encounter had made the Bothan much more nervous than he had thought. He wasn't used to shooting at other ships within a ship. Especially shooting to NOT kill. He was a fair hand with a blaster, that was true, but what he had just done was a whole new area for him.
He had climbed up the ladder and exited near the back of the cockpit, making his way back into the lounge area of the Jewel. Trevil really didn't think he was needed back in the copilot's seat. Plus, he really didn't want to see the stars out there in space right now, after all the staring he had just done. It was enough that he knew they were leaving Tatooine; he didn't need to watch the sand-blasted waste of rock disappear in the distance. The Bothan had no regrets about leaving behind Maso without a word. He had bigger things to worry about.
Trevil settled in behind the pazaak table again, wanting to see if he could beat the computer brain this time. He hadn't seen the Twi'lek captain on his way, nor her passenger, who he assumed was still in the speeder when Lash had the Jewel swallow it up like a piece of tender bantha steak. But that was fine for him.
He grabbed hold of the table as the comm buzzed with Lash announcing the jump to hyperspace. No time to strap in this time, but gladly the jolt was over soon and the ship was gliding along soon after. The Bothan let a smile graze his mouth. Finally, he was back on his search for his former crew. And his money. A lot of credits they had stolen from him. And he wanted it back. Without him, the whole job wouldn't have gone off as well as it had. And they thought they could just leave him in the dust?
Well--his thoughts were interrupted by a string of curses, most he didn't understand, coming from the cockpit. Ah, the captain must have found Lash. Trevil shook his head and pondered his next move against the droid computer. He was right in wanting to leave the man alone. No one in their right mind would want to get in the middle of that.
The Bothan was lost in his thoughts a moment later, slowly playing pazaak, thinking about every move, not knowing where he was headed next, nor thinking about the beings he had just joined. Nothing else bothered him as he focused on the game. A small fortune of credits hovering in the back of his mind, a Zeltron, Rodian and pair of humans at the end of his blaster.
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Dec 26, 2009 23:03:44 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Dec 26, 2009 23:03:44 GMT -5
(OOC: This isn't me trying to revive this thread, I put this post off so that when we came back to the taris event I'd be able to write this as a warm up, so that I could get back into Lash's mindframe. Expect the Taris post in the next few days.)
Lash watched Palas scuttle about the cockpit like a purple-skinned gizka. His mouth groped with enjoyment whilst his eyes screamed with an odd sense of bewilderment. She was an odd sort was this Captain, very susceptible to anger. But Lash had no clue just how easily she succumbed to it. Though he was about to attain some insight into the matter.
She swept in close suddenly, and like a rancor reaching for its prey the slim lined twi’lek grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and hoisted him up harshly against the hull of the ship. “Ow!?” he exclaimed after the back of his head had bumped harshly against the cold plated durasteel. His arms were spread out low and wide, his hands were open and his eyes wide half with fear and half with a desire to know what the kriff was going on.
Then he saw her raise a fist and his body recoiled, as much as it could, his eyes clenched as her turned his face away as far as he possibly could. His whole body tensed up as he awaited the might battering that awaited him. Lash was not unaccustomed to being hit. Surprising as it was he’d found himself in many a tense situation, often that he had naïvely and innocently stumbled into unknowingly, not due to the fact that he could never keep his mouth shut. In most cases he’d manage to get away from these entanglements without any harm to his person but there were the occasions when he maybe wasn’t so lucky, or maybe he’d been hitting the Corellian ale a bit too hard that day and his senses were completely out of synch.
When the hit didn’t come after a few moments, Lash risked a sly look out of his tightly clenched eyes. Palas was looking away, towards the slave girl they apparently picked up on Tatooine along with, he hoped, some parts for the ship. The Captain’s fist dropped and the grip around his shirt loosened. As she let him slip from her grasp, Lash sighed with relief and it was as if all the muscles in his body sighed with him. Relaxing, calm, slapped in the face with a lekku.
The sudden shock and surprise led the pilot to stumble a few steps from the impact. He had certainly not been expecting that and from the movements of his Captain he didn’t think she expected it as well. Confused, he just observed as she began conversing with the latest addition to this rag-tag excuse for a crew. He recognised the girl; she’d led Palas off in the cantina back on that pointlessly hot planet they just sped away from. But right now, after almost being robbed of his already lacking manliness, Lash wasn’t feeling in a great mood for talking. Nor was he going to try and get any praise for his daring rescue again. Both of which Palas would likely take joy in.
Fighting off a grumble Lash sat back in the piloting chair, something of a disappointed look on his face as he focused on the console before him. He shut out the events going on within the cockpit and let space consume him.
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