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May 4, 2009 12:22:24 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 4, 2009 12:22:24 GMT -5
((ooc: This is open to anybody who wishes to join the ESA, a PMC, or private military company. For more info, go HERE.)) Dak sat at his desk in the five-room office, reading a report from a technician back on Hoth. They had recently finished refitting most of the Blockade Runner's systems with automatic ones, so the rest could be run on a skeleton crew and droids. All that was left to do now was rename it. Dak looked away from the computer screen and mentally went through a list of possible names. It would have to be something that would be a symbol of hope for the people in the ESA, and something that would strike fear into the hearts of their enemies. Dak wasn't sure what that would be, though.... He pushed it out of his mind, and then stood up. He opened the door of his room, and stepped out into the lounging room. The largest of the rooms, a few members of the ESA were about, eating and watching a wrestling match of some sort on the holonet. Dak walked by them, heading towards the kitchen. Grabbing a nerf-burger, he went back through the lounge and into the the main recruiting room, where the front door was located. As he walked in, the man at the front desk, and the two guards stationed on either side of the door nodded to him, and Dak nodded back. When not on duty, the ESA did not force everybody to salute, and everybody in the recruiting office was considered off duty, although they acted as if they were on-duty to anybody who entered. The door was made of shatter-proof glass, as was most of the wall facing the streets in this room. Dak liked to watch the traffic roll by outside at night, and sat down in a chair to do so while he ate. Perhaps they would be getting a new member or two tonight.... ((ooc: This is mostly just to get everything started, and to show the layout of the office... the other room would be Derga's room))
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May 6, 2009 6:57:55 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 6, 2009 6:57:55 GMT -5
Flying was fine. Space travel was fine. Travelling with a bunch of obsessive civilians, refugees and probably pirates, however, wasn't so much. The entire trip Fira had spent with her back against a corner, making sure she was aware of what was going on around her. The two Wookiees in the corner exchanging growls and grunts while looking around shiftily. The Bith sat alone, looking around quickly as though paranoid. The Twi'lek male with his back to her, with his head in his hands, probably with some illegal substance there. The patheticness of it all was not helped with the dim and broken lights of the transport. Nor the Humans in a group near the centre.
Wait, did he just look at me? A shiver of fear fluttered down her spine like an electrical current through a wire. She was certain he'd motioned in her direction. She pulled the edges of her jacket round her a little tighter, feeling for the bottle of knockout drug she'd gotten a few days ago. There was only a little left, though it hadn't been full when she got it initially anyway. If things turned bad she could probably put in enough to knock two of them out. Not really an option since there were a few of them, more than two for certain. One turned his head and grinned, or sneered, or something in her direction. She quickly diverted her eyes for a second, not wanting to provoke him.
"This is the pilot speaking. We will land in Nar Shadaa in two minutes." The feeling of the ship leaving hyperspace was felt across the whole ship. She was thankful that she didn't have to put up with this anymore. She had been Airing a deterring smell since they had taken off, but she was getting the feeling it was wearing off, or getting weaker or something. She wasn't sure and didn't really want to find out. The ship rocked as they plunged through the atmosphere, striking turbulance as it went. A few more seconds and they could feel the ship land and the engines disengage. She sighed in relief.
Now to figure out what to do with myself. She had never been to Nar Shaddaa before, and never heard anything about it. She had only chosen to come here because it was the first transport ship off Kiffu, and she didn't really want to stay there any more than she had to. It didn't sound like a particularly bad place anyway. She was sure the people aboard this transport were just an exception. She stepped off the ship, squinting past the blinding light as her eyes adjusted from the dim confines to the bright outside. She continued to walk down the ramp, finally reaching solid ground. Her eyes finally adjusted and she could make out what was not a very pretty sight.
A sprawling desolate of city, with vehicles shooting around the air with no clear traffic laws in place. Graffiti and damage was all around the place and she could see on the ground below the landing platform that there were many sick and homeless people by the side of the street. She turned, approaching a member of the transport staff. It was polluted and sickening, wretched and reminded her of Kiffu, though more visually than emotionally. "Excuse me, I'd like to take this transport out of here." She addressed the pilot who was stepping outside to stretch his legs a moment. "I'm afraid this transport won't be leaving Hanger 71 for another two days. You're free to travel to the Hanger and board another transport ship." He didn't seem to want to stay around very long, and after completing a lap of the transport went back inside to take off. "But I... Rrr!" She stamped her foot in protest, incredibly annoyed that she was going to have to find her own way off this rock.
"Well hello there." She didn't even want to know. She could tell by the slimy voice that she was in trouble. She was currently facing a landing pad leading to nowhere, with the only way off being the ledge behind her. She turned slowly, spotting the humans from the ship. "We hear you've been having a bit of trouble. How about you come spend the night with us?" She was afraid. Obviously, with, as she counted them now, 5 men leering over at her, blocking off her escape route. She considered the options. Jump and probably die, try and make a run for it past them and probably get caught, or... Surely that wouldn't work, would it? She was afraid. Very much so, but it would work to her advantage. She took a step towards the group, then another, slowly. They were confident, and... well. She could feel how they felt, to say the least. She narrowed her eyes in distaste, before forcing her own fear into their minds.
It worked, or at least she felt it work. She could see it too. They were afraid of her now as much as she had been afraid of them. She broke into a run, using the opportunity and going for the centre, elbowing the man in the stomach as she went. A few seconds later and she could hear them giving chase. They were quite far behind but she could practically feel the breath on the back of her neck. She continued to run, glad to be in good physical condition, looking for somewhere to hide. She turned a corner, spotting a large building with 'Recruitment' on it. The Army, great, just the thing. She sprinted towards the building, climbing several steps before arriving at the door. It was a well furnished and impressive building, but she didn't have time to take any of this in. She could hear the shouts behind her as the men saw her run inside. She hurled herself inside, landing in the lobby, or whatever it was called. "Anybody?! Help!"
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May 6, 2009 8:15:03 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 6, 2009 8:15:03 GMT -5
Dak had just finished his nerfburger, and was standing back up to head back and watch the wrestling match on the holonet, when a young tattooed girl with pinkish-tinted skin-- wait, was she a Zeltron? Perhaps, but her skin was a bit more human-colored, and most Zeltros he had seen didn't have tattoos like that...
No matter, he pushed that out of his mind for now, as she burst through the door. "Anybody?! Help!" she cried out. Dak's hand instantly pulled out his silenced pistol, though he kept it aimed at the ground. The two elites guarding the door, one being a squad leader in his green armor, the other a heavy weapons specialist in his red armor, both aimed their blaster rifles at the newcomer. The secretary, an out-of-uniform solo Stealth Operative, pulled out his pistol, but kept it pointed at the ground like Dak had done. If she had come in here asking for help, she probably wasn't going to try to harm anybody, unless she was a diversion of some sort... Then again, a young girl on Nar Shaddaa asking for help would likely have been being chased by thugs.
"I'm Dak Hykor, leader of the Eclipse Shadow Army. Who are you and what kind of help do you need?"
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May 6, 2009 8:29:57 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 6, 2009 8:29:57 GMT -5
She froze in terror at the sight of the two towering figures in metal armour, standing on either side of her as looming gatekeepers, as though from some top secret facility. Their rifles pointed right at her and she could feel her heart continue to hammer, despite being under the impression she was in a safe place. She couldn't really take her eyes off the helmets of the two armed soldiers, one green and one red, and she didn't know which was scarier. She considered trying to run again, maybe they wouldn't bother chasing her if she went quickly. The footsteps behind her changed her mind.
"I... I..." She kicked a little, pushing herself a foot or so from the doorway, hearing a click and feeling the rifles on her as though they were pressed into her skull. She paused, feeling sweat cascade from her temple, past the eye and towards her chin, creating the illusion she was crying, which wasn't far off. "They're after me. Just... please, stop them."
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May 6, 2009 9:01:38 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 6, 2009 9:01:38 GMT -5
It seemed he had been right, she was being chased. And now she was crying. But it might still be possible she was simply a diversion for an attack, because if she was indeed a Zeltros, she could be simply using those pheromones... Dak suddenly wished for an Elite's armor. But still....
Dak gestured to the two Elites, hand signaling them to lower their weapons. Nodding, they complied.
"Alright, go in that room and wait." Dak said, pointing over his shoulder to the door to the lounge. "Don't worry, the guys inside won't bite. They might not even notice you if you be quiet."
Gesturing for the others to do the same, he knelt down, taking aim with his pistol at the door. With a tap on his datapad, the lights in the room went dark, eliminating the glare off the transparisteel walls and door, giving them a better view of the outside. He saw the thugs now, a group of humans, approaching the building fast. Dak kept his aim on the door...
They burst through the door, only to find themselves surrounded, with weapons pointed at them. "I recommend you leave now, while you still can." he said, his voice cold.
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May 6, 2009 10:14:12 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 6, 2009 10:14:12 GMT -5
She sniffed, wiping the moisture from her cheek with the back of her hand. She saw in the corner of her eye, one of the men gesture to the two sentinals. Looking over her shoulder she saw them lower their weapons, and she breathed a silent sigh of relief. She didn't really want to have run from a potential rape only to get shot at. She looked back at the man who seemd to be organising the group. "Alright, go in that room and wait. Don't worry, the guys inside won't bite. They might not even notice if you be quiet." He gestured to a room behind him, and she looked, noticing the door was open. She nodded, pusjing herself unsteadily onto her feet with a hand, walking warily towards the door. Glancing over her shoulder, she checked she wasn't going to get shot in the back of the head. Their attention was focused on the door she had entered through, and she gave silent thanks. The room she entered was very nice, with a Holonet wrestling match on the TV. A few men were there watching the show, cheering for what appeared to be the winning wrestler. She silently slipped into a chair at the back, finding that they hadn't even noticed her.
A cold chill worked its way like an electrical current down her spine, not that the room she was in was cold or anything, just unfamiliar. She wrapped her jacket round her tightly again. She preferred wearing the clothing she had on - tight, revealing, it felt normal to her, but the way others acted around her with it made her wonder whether she should consider a more... full... wardrobe. She stroked the pattern of her tattoo with a finger, running it round the side of her head and brushing some loose hair around her ear. She never knew how she got this tattoo or why. She knew the Kiffar all had tattoos, but she was not one of them. Or at least, she never felt like it. And why did she like wearing the clothes she did, even when the weather argued against her. It made no sense.
Her attention pricked as she felt the bottle of knockout drug pressing against her. If anyone noticed her with that in her possession they'd ask endless questions, most of which she'd not be able to answer. She looked around, wondering where she could hide the bottle. She couldn't move far or the other men would notice her, and that automatically removed the window from her options. Drinking it wasn't going to be a good idea either, so she felt under her chair. There was space there. She quickly stashed it underneath, making sure it was well hidden, before trying to look relaxed again. The chair helped, but only to a certain extent. She heard voices outside the room again, and was worried, moreso that she had just remembered she forgot to hide the syringes too.
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May 6, 2009 11:02:55 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 6, 2009 11:02:55 GMT -5
Dak kept his aim on the man in front, who sneered, pulled out a knife, and lunged at Dak. Simultaneously, the two Elites shot him from either side, each blaster bolt hitting him in the side, while Dak's bullet hit him right in the forehead. He was dead long before he hit the ground. The rest of the group turned and ran right back out the door, leaving the corpse in the lobby.
Holstering his pistol, Dak knelt down to examine the corpse. He was carrying sixty credits, an ID badge, the knife he had used to lunge at Dak, and a small blaster with a depleted power pack. Dak stood back up and turned to the Weapons Specialist. "Drag his body out back to the alleyway." he said.
The elite nodded again, and started dragging the body out to the lounge, as the Squad Leader resumed his position near the door, and the Secretary sat back down. Dak followed the Specialist out into the lounge. As he dragged the body by the men watching the show, Dak sat in a chair next to the one the girl had sat in. The men watching the wrestling match turned and looked at the body being dragged towards the back door, but then went back to watching the match.
"So..." Dak said. "I don't believe I caught your name. Who are you?"
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May 6, 2009 11:20:36 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 6, 2009 11:20:36 GMT -5
She heard blaster fire in the lobby, jumping at the shots. It didn't sound like just one shot either. She looked at the other men watching TV, who had turned their heads slightly, but otherwise hadn't bothered to move. She pulled her legs up to her chest, as though afraid of one of them being shot too. There was a little movement in the lobby that she could see, and a moment later the men reappeared, one dragging a body. She covered her mouth, not wanting to make any noise as she watched it being dragged from the building. The leader of the men she was with approached her as the others sat down to watch TV, and he sat down next to her.
"So... I don't believe I caught your name. Who are you?" His tone was slightly interrogational, and though she considered Airing at the moment, a second thought told her it might be a bad idea. They might get the wrong impression and imprison her. She exhaled, knowing that the line of questioning could easily turn to questions she didn't actually know the answer to. The first one, for example, was often troublesome when people asked "Surname?". She didn't have one as far as she was aware. "I'm Fira."
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May 6, 2009 17:38:53 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 6, 2009 17:38:53 GMT -5
As Nar Shaddaa appeared in his viewport, Derga let a small grin surface. He was home. Well, as close to home as any planet could be. He shrugged and quickly checked his scanners on nearby ships and anything that he may need to know about the local space. He saw things were normal, as always, and quickly took the controls in his hands and guided his vessel, The Starburner, down to Nar Shadda's busy surface.
As he approached his usual landing pad, he set the ship on auto-pilot and left the cockpit, heading for his personal quarters. Arriving at his door, he punched in the pass-code, unsealing and opening the door, then walked in. He glanced about, seeing the room in it's usual organized fashion, having been untouched for practically the whole trip. He went over to his closet, pulled out a single black duffel bag and started to fill it with the few articles of clothing and possessions he owned. He was packed in minutes, throwing the bag over his shoulder and exiting. He quickly sprinted to his armory, unlocking the sealed blast door and walked in quickly. He glanced about at the arsenal of weapons within, from blaster pistols and vibro-knifes, to small compact rocket launchers for anti-vehicle and even starfighter combat. He spotted his private rack of weapons and went over quickly, picking his few select weapons and parts for his rifle. He stashed his disassembled sniper rifle into his duffel bag and strapped his blaster pistol onto his hip, then turned and left the armory. As he went to the cockpit, he felt the ship shudder as it landed. He arrived at the cockpit, shutting off necessary systems and activating his security system, then turned and went for the exit ramp. As it lowered, he thought to himself a moment, then trotted down the ramp and onto Nar Shadda's hard surface.
He took a deep breath, his extensive smelling senses smelling many odors and smells, and finding they hadn't changed one bit. He chuckled and started to walk off his ramp and into the city. His ship sealed up behind him as he disappeared from sight. Derga pulled up his mental map of the city, remembered his destination and turned down a side-alley. About 10 minutes later, he finally arrived at the Recruiting Center for the ESA. He jumped up the few stairs, then entered the building. The squad leader guarding the door nodded towards Derga, which he returned. He glanced about, seeing everything was normal, except the fiant odor of ozone. It smelled like a blaster had been shot reasontly. He shrugged and walked towards the back, pushing the door open and entering. He saw that some of the men were watching a wrestling match or eating, then saw Dak and a unknown female. He eyed her a moment before he stepped forward and nodded to Dak. "Hello Dak, good to see you. Whose this....?" He silently waited for a answer, his ebon-colored claws glistening threatening in the bright light, his glowing red eyes staring at the newcomer unblinkingly.
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May 7, 2009 21:27:50 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 7, 2009 21:27:50 GMT -5
Dak turned his eyes toward Derga as he walked in, just after the girl announced her name. But she hesitated.... as if she wasn't quite sure herself. "Hey, Derga. Welcome back. This is Fira, apparently. She just got here. Running from some thugs..." As he said this, he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at the Weapons Specialist dragging the body out the back door to the alley. "Idiots.... Anyways, Fira, you should probably be getting home..." But then he realized that a girl on Nar Shaddaa might not even have a home. This could be a great opportunity to get a new trainee....
((ooc: Not the best, but I'm a bit rushed...))
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May 8, 2009 5:22:29 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 8, 2009 5:22:29 GMT -5
She had been feeling slightly comfortable a few minutes ago. At least, more comfortable than now, with a pair of red eyes staring at her unblinkingly as though they belonged to some savage beast with the intention of ripping her throat out. She tried to break eye contact and focus on the more human of the bodies nearby, but couldn't help but look at the crimson eyes as if they were going to indicate the time of striking.
"Idiots.... Anyways, Fira, you should probably be getting home..." The question snapped her back to where she was at the moment and she took a second to process it. She really didn't want to leave the recruitment centre. The men she was looking for could be just outside waiting for her, and she didn't really want to take that risk. She tried to think of a reason that she could use for not having to go. The syringes in her pocket could be used to indicate a drug dependancy that she needed help with, but no, they'd hand her over to a clinic.
Looking at the man now, however, his facial expression had changed and he wasn't looking as though he wanted to throw her out of the recruitment centre just yet. She decided she might as well just tell the truth for the moment instead of spinning an instricate web of lies that would only come back to bite her in the ass at a later date. "I don't really have a home. I came to Nar Shadaa trying to escape my old one, but I..." The eyes were on her again, as though boring into her skull. She blinked, trying to finish off the rest of the sentance staring past them at the wall. "I kind of regret doing it. I was trying to head to another planet from the Spaceport, since there's nothing here for me. Though I doubt I even have the credits to get from this rock." She concluded. It may have sounded like she was asking for money, which wasn't totally untrue, though she didn't actually need to get the credits right now from someone. There were ways she had, or could turn to, that would get her the credits she needed to leave.
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Good Shistavanen ...sit...stay...*growl* RUN AWAY!
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May 8, 2009 11:44:54 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 8, 2009 11:44:54 GMT -5
Derga nodded to Dak, his eyes still locked onto the possible-trainee. He moved over to a chair next to both of them and sat down, setting his duffel bag next to him. As he opened it and started to pull out his sniper rifle parts and tools, he sniffed the air carefully. He immediately detected a couple new smells. The first was Fira's scent. He quickly logged it in his mind, then moved on. The next was some sort of drug. He glanced about and sniffed once more, seeing it came from Fira's chair. He arched a eyebrow but stayed silent for the moment. He returned his attention to his rifle, setting them on the table next to him.
He quickly and efficiently started putting the rifle together again, installing the projectile parts and for medium to long-range action. He was done in about 3 minutes, then quickly took it up in has hands and slammed one of his bullet magazines into the holder, flipped a switch and pulled back on a lever, allowing a round to slide into the chamber, and lifted the rifle to his eye, pointing straight at Fira. He aimed for a moment right between her eyes, getting a extremely good look at them at the same time, then lowered the weapon, a grin appearing on his face. He clicked the safety on and pulled the lever back for a second, letting the brass and silver colored round in the chamber fall out onto the floor. He picked it up and looked over it for any scratches or damage, then slid it back into his magazine. He quickly locked the gun down and pulled out the magazine, setting it aside, and turned his attention back to Fira and Dak. He continued to grin, his large, razor-sharp white teeth glinting slightly in the light.
As Fira fell silent, he thought to himself a moment. He got a idea and sat back in his chair, propping his feet up on the table next to his rifle. He glanced at Dak, indicating he should ask Fira the few questions for their recruiting. "Might as well see if she's got what it takes for joining up. That'll solve all ours problems for the moment...." He waited for Dak to continue, watching Fira carefully for any of her reactions.
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May 8, 2009 14:22:46 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 8, 2009 14:22:46 GMT -5
She felt uneasy as the wolf-man sat down nearby, pulling up the bag he was carrying and beginning to assemble whatever was inside it. He was just about to start before he began to sniff. She stiffened in her seat, crossing her legs in front of the chair as if they would prevent the keen smelling ability from detecting the odour of the knockout drug she'd stashed under there. The raise of an eyebrow gave her the confirmation she needed that he was aware of something there, and she didn't even bother to try Airing at this point. She waited for him to maybe go straight for the bottle, or alert the other man, neither of which happened. He simply began to assemble the weapon, a sniper rifle, in front of them. The weapon was really like nothing she had ever seen before, and the intriquity of how it was assembled enthralled her. All the components seeming to go just about anywhere, which could give this weapon limitless capabilities.
He slammed a round into it, taking just a few minutes to fully set up the deadly weapon, and she observed it, silently comparing it to the wealth of other weapons she had knowledge of. None were like this. Even from the front it looked delicate. She stared suddenly as she realised the rifle was aimed directly at her head, round loaded and finger on the trigger. Her hand shot towards the chest, grasping a syringe from the outside of her jacket before realising it would be a pointless act if she were to draw something out onto the rifleman. She held perfectly still, praying there was a reconsideration before her journey came to an end. She could smell her own fear but didn't really care at the moment. Maybe hiding the bottle wasn't the best idea she could have came up with, she should have just explained.
After a tense moment in which Fira succeeded in assessing the year of her life she could remember, and tears from the waiting were preparing to launch from her eyes, a grin appeared on the soldier's face. She was expecting the trigger to be pulled just then, but instead he unloaded the rifle, taking out the bullet and examining it, apparently more interested in the shiny object now. He was still grinning, with the dangerous fangs showing proudly as though threatening. She considered giving an explanation, but since he hadn't made any indication that she wanted one she decided to remain quiet, trying to calm herself and slow the beating heart she could feel in her neck.
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Good Shistavanen ...sit...stay...*growl* RUN AWAY!
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Post by Darksword on May 8, 2009 15:01:00 GMT -5
As she calmed down, Derga continued to observe her, his expression blank, though his eyes were assessing and penetrating. He thought for several minutes, going through the list of actions she had done againest his. He considered a idea, then decided to test it out. He reached over and slowly picked up the sniper rifle again, looking over it carefully. He turned and picked up the same magazine from earlier ((When I say magazine, I mean clip. Not a single round.)) and slammed it into the rifle. He pulled the lever back again, letting a round slip into the chamber, clicked the safety off, then put it's stock up to his shoulder, holding it casually. He carefully watched Fira for her reaction, then suddenly the rifle's barrel snapped up and he was aiming again at her head.
He aimed for several seconds, then lowered it and held it casually again. He suddenly flipped the rifle, holding it by the barrel. The stock side was pointed at Fira while the barrel at Derga. He nodded to her. "Take it." He waited patiently for her to take it, then released once she had it in her hands. He watched for her reaction, ready to do whatever was needed to keep himself and everyone in the room alive if she got any ideas... Dive, push, crush her throat, shoot her... He was ready. He nodded to the rifle, still looking at her unblinkingly. "Fira.... I want you to look over that rifle and tell me what you see in it. What ammunition does it use? How does it operate? What possibilities does it have? Anything that you can understand and tell me about..." He waited patiently for her to reply, knowing that she could give a few differant answers, each giving her and himself possibilities. He glanced over at Dak for a moment, hoping he'll stay silent just for a moment while he tested out this possibility to see if she was what they were looking for. He immediately returned his gaze back on her, watching every blink of an eye, every twitch of a muscle, while she was armed with his rifle, which could take down a rancor with one shot with a very well placed shot, let alone himself.
OOC: If you need the designs of the sniper rifle OOCly, check out the DR-234 Sniper Rifle System in Arms and Armor. Has all the info there. (Unless you've already been there haha.)
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 8, 2009 15:27:17 GMT -5
The soldier stood watching her for a few moments, unblinkingly. She tried to return eye contact, but he seemed to be like some sort of machine. Hardened like a war veteran. She tapped her fingers rhytmically and rubbed her thumb on her arm as she tried to beat the silence. The only sounds were the cheering crowds as the wrestling match continued to play on the news. She glanced over at the human. He appeared to be doing very little at the moment, so she returned her view to the wolf.
He suddenly, but slowly, reached for the rifle again, popping in a magazine and clicking it into the chamber, then removed the safety. This has got to be some kind of bad joke. The thought crossed her mind as he raised the rifle again to her face. She moved her head back slightly, as though it were right in her face, which it effectively was, but was not as worried as the last time. Either he'd shoot her or he'd put it down again, and she really hoped for the latter. Her fingers latched onto the closest things to her hands at the time, being the chair arm and her leg. He held this for a few seconds before unexpectedly holding the weapon towards her. She looked at him confused.
"Take it." There was easily enough ammunition in here for her to take out at least a few of the men in here, if she had a good enough shot. Which she doubted. She slowly wrapped her much smaller hands around the rifle, bringing the hefty weight onto her lap. She moved round the side, with her head, checking through the sight which was aimed at the wolf's right chest. "Fira.... I want you to look over that rifle and tell me what you see in it. What ammunition does it use? How does it operate? What possibilities does it have? Anything that you can understand and tell me about..." She looked at him, not sure what he was expecting. Was she some sort of weapon specialist? Is that what she looked like? Well, she did have a few ideas. She cleared her throat, a little unsure of how to start before flicking the safety on just in case.
"Uh, right... Um... Sniper rifle, not standard issue at all. Semi automatic, looks like it has an interchangable chamber. Slugs or plasma, probably more plasma space than slugs. Very high velocity. " She turned the heavy weapon over in her small arms, trying not to drop it before continuing with the description. She glanced up, hoping for some indication of how she was doing, but to no avail. "Interchangeable parts, can probably be changed with silencer, or other components for position sniping or silenced shots. Uh... Sniper scope, very advanced, probably with multiple settings, including night as a minimum. Laser light on the front with a range of probably over a kilometer."
She wondered if she could continue with anything else. She could probably reel off weight, size and colour but she imagined these things were pretty unimportant at the moment. She considered wrapping it up with a simple sentence, stating the first thing that came to mind. "Probably good at killing things." She slapped herself mentally.
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May 8, 2009 15:32:20 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 8, 2009 15:32:20 GMT -5
((ooc: For the record, there's not much that Dak can say right now, which is why I'm not posting, but I'm watching.... So is Dak, lol. Lets just say he's sitting back, watching.))
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Darksword
Good Shistavanen ...sit...stay...*growl* RUN AWAY!
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Padawan
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May 8, 2009 15:41:39 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 8, 2009 15:41:39 GMT -5
OOC: Roger haha, well you'll have the spotlight in a minute.
Derga nodded slowly as she finished, his eyebrow raised slightly at her last statement. He grinned slightly, then said. "Not bad. I didn't expect you to know specific details but you at least saw the major components of the weapon, the interchangeable parts and chamber." He looked over her a moment, considering. As he thought, he leaned forward and gripped the rifle in his hand, nodding at her for her to let go. Once she had, he picked it up and set it on his lap, looking over it carefully. He then grunted approvingly, seeing nothing wrong with it. He turned back to look at her, thinking a moment, then glanced at Dak. "What you think? Think she would do?" He waited for a answer, his eyes still looking over Fira, though not as coldly.
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Hawke Belmont
"A man does what he can until his destiny is revealed"
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Padawan
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May 10, 2009 13:57:09 GMT -5
Post by Hawke Belmont on May 10, 2009 13:57:09 GMT -5
"Excuse, sir? We have arrived"
Valen sat in a corner of the ship and looked up at the pilot "Sorry but you have to get off now"
Valen said not a word but gave a simple nod. Then got up and walked out of the ship. Light shone in his face, but was his eyes adjusted his saw the city, and smerked.
"This looks like a place where I can get some work"
As Valen looked around he saw two beings chasing a girl with pinkish skin. Valen may let a numerous amount of wrong-doings happen, but anything with a young girl is not one of them. Valen focused on where they were going. Valen clicked his neck and went after them. He saw a body help the little girl, Valen slowed down but carried on. He stopped as he got a a door where the girl entered. He waited for a few seconds and made sure his lightsaber was hidden out of sight but easily accessible, then knocked...
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Darksword
Good Shistavanen ...sit...stay...*growl* RUN AWAY!
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Padawan
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May 10, 2009 14:44:45 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 10, 2009 14:44:45 GMT -5
Derga quickly slipped his rifle's sling over his shoulder and stood, hearing the door knock. He left Dak with Fira, deciding he should take over, and quickly walked towards the front. He nodded to the Squad Leader Elite, who opened the door quickly, showing the newcomer. Derga stared at the man carefully for a minute with his glowing red eyes, unblinking. He thought for a moment, able to sense this one was familiar with the Force.
He then motioned for him to enter and took a step back. He waited till the man was in then said. "Hello there sir. Is there a reason you are wanting to visit our recruiting center....?" He waited for a answer patiently, his eyes watching for any movement whatsoever.
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Hawke Belmont
"A man does what he can until his destiny is revealed"
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Padawan
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May 10, 2009 14:49:45 GMT -5
Post by Hawke Belmont on May 10, 2009 14:49:45 GMT -5
Valen looked around first then glanced over to being with the rifle and rised an eyebrow
"I've heard good things about this place. It interested me. I am bound to no-one. I am however, looking for a job"
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