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Xaojii
pronounced "zay-o-jee"
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Apr 3, 2007 23:17:02 GMT -5
Post by Xaojii on Apr 3, 2007 23:17:02 GMT -5
(no, the Tusken is in the clinic, I'm sorry if this caused confusion, but you might want to edit the last few posts to fit his arrival. The Tusken got lost in the vents following BO-4R to get his gaffi, then he heard Alexs' scream, and went to investigate. I was expecting confusion from everyone's characters, but this works.)
IC: If they could see his expression, it would be of utter confusion as the guards of Horda cuffed him. Xaojii let out a small bark and made a small attempt, then thought it wouldn't do him any good in this fortress. He followed willingly. After a short time down the hallway Xaojii tried to get the female Outlanders attention he said in soft, fragmented and heavily flawed Huttese, "You...speak?...Huttese? I...do...not...understand..."
(note: this is the first line of dialogue he has spoken in the whole RP)
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Apr 5, 2007 14:43:29 GMT -5
Post by Kiriin Radd on Apr 5, 2007 14:43:29 GMT -5
Alex frowned as he was ordered up off the bed with the cuffs dangling in front of his face. He tried swinging his legs over the edge of the cot and let out a bark of pain as his muscles screamed in pain. He gritted his teeth and tried to stand, but having injured his left leg, collapsed halfway to the ground before he stopped his fall by grasping the medical bed with what strength he had. One of the Hutt's goons, not so gingerly, helped him stand and slapped the restraints on the pilot's wrists.
I do hope there are stiff drinks in this little party that you're throwing. Wouldn't want word to get out about your rude attempts at hospitality. You would never here the end of it from the other Hutts.
Alex smirked after his comment as he was dragged along with the others in the room. He heard the Tusken, which he was still greatly confused about it's appearance and it talking other than it's own language, talking in what sounded like Huttese to the woman. Now having grown up in the Republic military and around it, Alex had learned many languages, but the more outlawish ones like Huttese were never in the forefront of his lessons. He just glanced towards the woman with a questionable look.
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Apr 5, 2007 17:27:28 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 5, 2007 17:27:28 GMT -5
Emmira turned coldly to the Tusken and then back ahead of her s they moved down the hallway. She began to think back on the times since she left her once home. Ever since that day, these kinds of things always seemed to happen to her. And frankly, she was sick of it. She hissed to the Tusken in huttese.
<"Shut up and face forward...">
She then turned back to the taxi driver and, noticing his questioning eyes, looked between him and the Tatooinian and scoffed an answer.
"He said you were ugly, just so you know."
She lied, before taking a few extra steps forward, leaving the Tusken and Alex alone, albeit along for the guards, and moved as far ahead as she could get towards Horda.
"Hey, slug! What exactly do you want out of us?"
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Apr 5, 2007 21:06:15 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Apr 5, 2007 21:06:15 GMT -5
The Hutt turned to the girl as he ever so slowly slid across the floor. His expression of calmness remained. He had practice this in many deals. A straight face and a give away face were the difference between life, death, and getting jipped.
"There are many things to discuss girl. But all in due time. Plus it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now would it? Anyways maybe you should get back to lying to your friends."
The Hutt snorted as he quickly speed up to the bug gleaming door up ahead. It was encrusted with gold and jewelery. Horda flung open the doors and a beautiful chamber appeared. There were dancers and musicians every where all moving to the same beat. The members of the chambers were dancing and drinking to their heart's content. Everything was great, until Horda yelled out to tell the party to leave. Everyone left except the few of Horda's staff and the other worthy Hutts who were either sleeping or drugged up.
He made his way to his lounge chair, and plopped right into it. He snuggled his fat into place and a table was placed in front of him. A blanket was placed over his large stomach for warmth. He began to snack on a full bowl of grubs. He waved to the guests with a mouthful of grubs.
"*munch...Pweas...sit...*crunch"
He motioned to three chairs which the two servants he talked to earlier were laying down his finest food and hardest liquor.
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Apr 5, 2007 21:24:19 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 5, 2007 21:24:19 GMT -5
Emmira tugged herself away from the guards and took her seat. There were about a hundred things she wanted to say to the Hutt. But most of those were expletives, and you rarely had the opportunity to get away with saying one of those to a Hutt. The few other things she had to say were mostly questions, questions that would either be answered soon or would never be answered. All the same, she felt it best not to waste her time.
Ironically enough, this had not been the young lady's first encounter with a Hutt. Though she didn't like to think back on her past, she took to mind that it was wisest for her to keep silent at this point. From the Hutt's past responses, he wasn't quite as stupid as he was disgusting (THough, to be fair, it would be very hard for him to be. He was a Hutt, after all.)
And so, silent and hostile, as usual, Emmira Lott sat and awaited cynically what would come to pass.
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Xaojii
pronounced "zay-o-jee"
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Apr 5, 2007 23:36:57 GMT -5
Post by Xaojii on Apr 5, 2007 23:36:57 GMT -5
(Cold and bitter to the poor confused Tusken, eh?)
Xaojii did what the female said and didn't say a word, rather he followed them even more confused than before. Only cathing a few words of Huttese that he understood being exchanged between her and the Hutt. They entered a hall with which the attendants left and they all sat down, except for him. He was slow at taking hints, along with that, he didn't know if he was supposed to. He wished he hadn't gone through that shaft without a notion of caution, instead just jumped on through without thinking about being caught, and now he wound up in cuffs. Cycle rifle still strapped to his back safely in it's holster. If he could reach it he might just shoot them all. Save for maybe the one who was on the bed, he hasn't said anything to him yet; least nothing he could understand...
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Apr 6, 2007 11:41:17 GMT -5
Post by Kiriin Radd on Apr 6, 2007 11:41:17 GMT -5
Alex rolled his eyes at the woman's comment, knowing better to not believe anything said. He kept track of the passageways they went down and stayed alert. He mentally kept track of his surroundings and noted the assorted weaponry the guards carried.
His militant mind kicked in and his demeanor grew cold as steel. His posture straightened as best he could due to his wounds. He looked at the Tusken with curiousity hidden in his eyes, then looked forward towards the chamber they had entered. He tooked the seat offerend and sat still and silent. His eyes roamed the chamber as he took in the possible entrances and exits, along with the possible defense of the room that were visible.
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Apr 6, 2007 21:08:22 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Apr 6, 2007 21:08:22 GMT -5
The Hutt Slowly take a finally took his last bite of a squirming grub. Has he slurped it he call Jaj over to him. The Hutt Began to talk as Jaj was a translator for him to those who did not speak Huttese.
"Now. You all are wondering what the great and generous Hutt, Horda, wants with you. Well at first it was collateral for Armen, but know I have something for you to do. You see I have lost many men retrieving a certain item."
A holo image appeared in the center of the room. It showed Onderon and its moon Dxun. It zoomed in on Dxun. It zoomed in more to show a large map of a forest. It zoomed in once more to show a mountain top.
"In order for you to earn your freedom I need you to retrieve something for me. A tablet that lies in this mountain. It contains ancient scriptures that cost millions. That's why I want it. Now there are many mandelorians around here. That's why so many of my men died. You'll retrieve this artifact, bring it back to me in one piece, and you'll be free."
The hologram showed pictures of ancient sith like drawings of the tablets along with a mandelorian camp close to the mountain.
"Now of course your probably asking yourself 3 questions. Why me? How do you know we won't escape? Can we do any thing else? Well I'll answer all of them now. I have sen your records and did research on all of you. I like to know a little but more about my guests. I can bet that you three be perfect for the job.
The hologram showed three files on each of them. Every file, every record, every picture, and every recording on them appeared before their eyes. The shortest was on the tusken. Only three sentences. Butt there were videos to fill up the blank space.
"Next I know you won't escape. Think it of it this way. You will be shot in seconds you try to escape my palace, you will be shot in minutes if you try to get a ship, and you'll be shot within an hour if you leave this planet without my permission. Even if you do escape I will have every bounty hunter and hutt in this galaxy looking for you. Plus on your mission I will send 5 of my best men to guard and watch you. So not funny business.
He took a bit of a pause.
"Oh, and the alternative?"
All of a sudden every gun in the room was pointed at their head.
"Now does that answer all of your questions?"
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Apr 6, 2007 21:40:54 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 6, 2007 21:40:54 GMT -5
(And now for something completely unexpected.)
Once inside the Palace, BO-4R began running through his functions. First on the list was the hangars. So he made his way through the heavilt guarded facility and into the even more hevily guarded hangars without incident. Nobody ever notices the janitor. Besides, he was supposed to be there, anyway. His job in the hangars was simple. He turned on his buffer function and began cleaning and polishing the dull foors. Soon, they were shiny. He laid down a layer of permafilm, a liquid insulator, underneath the various ships docked there.
The little droid chirped with artificial happiness as he continued along the way to his next task. The large hangar doors, being magnetically operated, often built up a rusty residue. So, before leaving for the day's work, the Waste Management droid had been given a small supply of concentrated anti-oxidant lubricant. He backed up into a water supply pipe and thinned out the mixture, coating the sides of the main hangar doors. He then put in the override code provided by Horda's men for the service, and opened the doors slightly, so that he could anti-oxidize the magnetic locking mechanism itself. He set the door timer for half an hour to let it dry before heading back out into the palace hallways.
Once there, he began spraying a thin layer of antiseptic all over the hallways, to reduce risk of infection to those living here, and continued along his merry way, his job here finished.
Well, almost. The little droid sensed an abnormally large amount of filth in the room next to him, so he went inside Horda's palace chambers, where he sat along with his prisoners. Sure enough, Horda had been eating grubs again, and none too neatly. The droid scooted up to the Hutt and extended a small vaccum tube so that he could suck up all the dirt off of the large creature.
(Feel free to do what you'd like with the little droid. I'm looking forward to seeing how Horda treats the help.)
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Xaojii
pronounced "zay-o-jee"
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Apr 6, 2007 23:11:11 GMT -5
Post by Xaojii on Apr 6, 2007 23:11:11 GMT -5
(lol, everytime that little droid comes into any sort of situation, it brings a big grin to my face and I laugh out loud at his meaningless tasks; way to bring boring to life CG!)
As Xaojii sat in the hall trying to make sense of the words coming out of the Hutts mouth, his mind began to wander through memories, back to when he lost his duel, back to his camp out on the dunes of Tatooine. The sunsets, the days of walking, the foraged bugs...he missed them a little and wished he could go back, he could almost feel the warmth of the twin suns. Then he faded away from it, and the cold of metal and darkness came back to him, and the words coming from the bloated, hideous gastropod came back into focus, and they started to sound less like distant mumbles, and more like foreign words. A little droid rolled into the room and started sucking upon the Hutt, the same droid who stole his Gaffi stick!! He wanted to move, to grab the droid and throw it against a wall, but once again remembered that he was shackled, and had guards pointing blasters at all of them.
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Apr 7, 2007 2:41:14 GMT -5
Post by Kiriin Radd on Apr 7, 2007 2:41:14 GMT -5
Alex sat stone faced and business-like for being injured as much as he was. He still didn't understand any part of the Hutt's dialogue, but understood the false record that popped up in front of him and the gun's pointing in his direction.
His face and name was correct on the records, but everything else was a fabrication. A false life and history played out before him. The man held his bearing and looked over the life his father had prepared for him in case of this very exact circumstance were to happen. His real dossier was highly encrypted and kept on lock down within the intelligence sector of the Republic military. Something again his father had done for him before he cut off all communication.
When the outlay of the forest region of Dxun came up he studied it with intensity and put key facts and information away in his mind. His intelligence whirred as he calculated flight paths and any possible resistance for a squadron of fighters to fly over the area. Of course finding a secure communications network was still a major obstacle in the process.
On the other hand, Alex grimaced on the inside, because he did not want to return to the Republic right now. He was still mourning his loss and living what could be passed as a normal life until he regained his self confidence and courage. He nodded at the Hutt in agreement to the assignment.
I do have a question. What kind of gear are you supplying us with for this expidition? There's a few things that I would like to take in case of dire situations where we can't count on your escorts.
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Apr 7, 2007 8:27:56 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Apr 7, 2007 8:27:56 GMT -5
((You guys do know I have a translator right?))
Horda grabbed the piece of metal that was cleaning him. He threw it across the room and it hit a fellow Hutt in the head. The Hutt was puzzled. It grabbed the droid and sniffed it. Was it food he thought. One second later he put the droid in its mouth. The Hutt began to choke. It spat up the droid which landed right beside the prisoners in a pile of barf.
Horda looked disgusted but quickly turned calm again. He answered Alex's question.
"You will be supplied with mining tools and stun guns. Though my mean will be wearing shields to protect from stun rays so don't try to use it on them. Oh and you'll be supplied with a tracker. To...um...Track you."
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Apr 7, 2007 9:46:17 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 7, 2007 9:46:17 GMT -5
(This took so long to write because I couldn't stop laughing.)
Emmira had already made up her mind. She wasn't going. They could kill her, but she wasn't going into a veritable war zone so that a Hutt might let them go. And so she kept silent and did nothing.
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BO, however, was not so silent. Upon bring hurled out of the other Hutt's mouth, quite literally, in fact, the little droid found himself covered in vomit. Instantly, his internal sensors caused hims to recognize himself as filth. But his self-preservation programs said that he could not dispose of himself.
One of the poor little droid's circuits made a slight popping sound.
Frantically, BO-4R began wheeling around in circles around the prisoners, splattering some of them with the filth he was covered with, and ran directly into a wall. Upon the concussion, his systems began to go haywire, as various appendages and tools began popping out of his chassis. He spun around a few times before accidentally backing up into an access port by the door. The command he entered read something like this:
Waste Management protocol override: Open doors 12, 34, 62, Hutt, hutt, vaccum wax buffer polish squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee squigee ................
Suddenly, as a few doors in the esatblishment opened, the little droid threw a squigee over into the nearby maintenance droid access port. This port was designed so that, at the end of the day, the maintenance droid would shut off all the lights. The squigee jammed into the port and the lights shut off as the poor confused droid raced out through the open door back towards the hangar.
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To be honest, Emmira wasn't exactly doing nothing. She had been working her slender wrists out of the shackles since they sat down. She had been cuffed a few times before, and knew how to get out of a pair. Taking the distraction, for that is surely what it was, she slinked the cuffs off entirely and slid them into her jacket sleeve, making sure to keep her hands in a cuffed position, her wrists hidden entirely by her long sleeves.
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Meanwhile, in another section of the palace, BO-4R accidentally started a fire, and the alarm and sprinklers went off. Which was a darned shame, since, being a public service droid, BO-4R sent word of the fire remotely to the Commenor authorities, who were on their way.
(Boy, I love playing that droid. It makes everything everybody else does so important. By the way, I just opened the doors from here to the hangar, in case you didn't get that. And I guess, since the hangar doors are open since they have to dry, and the liquid insulator on the floors would knock out any magnetic or electrical alarm... I guess them ships are up for grabs. And we're all in the dark and it's raining. Hmmm... what happens next?)
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Apr 7, 2007 12:46:19 GMT -5
Post by Kiriin Radd on Apr 7, 2007 12:46:19 GMT -5
Alex smiled at the Hutt's comment right when everything went haywire. A small droid started to go bonkers spouting out gibberish and rolling around everywhere. Alex took this distraction to launch himself out of his chair and bull rushed the nearest guard. He shouldered through the guard not caring if they fired on him. He rushed towards the nearest exit, his hands still bound in front of him.
Just then the lights went out pitching the room into complete darkness. Alex stumbled as he was blinded and ended up tripping over another guards feet as he ran head first into the door he had been rushing for. Luckily for him at the moment right before he would have knocked himself out the door slid up and the man face planted into the hallway. He struggled to stand and after a few seconds, and a bit of using the wall, he stood and followed the left hand wall blindly. If he remembered correctly, this hallway would deposit him back into the main corridor which all of the other chambers led off of.
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Apr 7, 2007 16:30:58 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 7, 2007 16:30:58 GMT -5
Emmira was able to see Alex rise before the lights died out. In the darkness, she jumped out of her chair and raced towards the door, tumbing into the Tusken on her way out, knocking him from his chair. She bolted out into the hallway after the taxi driver and hurried down the way just as the dimmest of emergency lights went on. She raced up towards her alleged partner and shouted, her eyes adjusting to the low lights.
"Thanks for getting me out of there. Real gentlemanly of you..."
She said sarcastically, turning down a hallway, not particularily caring if he chose to follow.
"There's a hangar down this way. Probably an exit, too..."
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BO-4R, as confused as he was, began running through his day's job listings again. But, alas, a few had been mixed up. After cleaning Horda's hangar, he was to make a quick jaunt to the shipyards to clean up a few of the larger transports. He re-read his orders and misunderstandingly thought that he was to clean one of Horda's transports. So he made his way back to the Hangar he had cleaned off previously and went back into the access port and remotely opened one of the frieghters, an older model by the name of The Runaway, and darted inside.
(Whoo! Things are really spicing up now!!!!!!)
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Apr 7, 2007 16:40:21 GMT -5
Post by Kiriin Radd on Apr 7, 2007 16:40:21 GMT -5
The former pilot raced after the woman with his hands still restrained. He grinned as she sarcastically made a remark about his escape. He followed close behind her, not having trouble keeping up with her. She was right, he had remembered seeing the entrance to a hangar when they came by this way earlier.
You're quite welcome. I was trying to act as your decoy, and anyway you seemed to be able to hold your own. I see it's not the first time you've been cuffed before.
Now only if we can find a decent ship, but then again without the access codes to the hangar door we're out of luck. Get us to a ship and me out of these bonds and I'll fly us out of here.
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Apr 7, 2007 17:26:22 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 7, 2007 17:26:22 GMT -5
Emmira stopped at the entrance to the Hangar. Which was open. She turned and looked out at the main hangar bay doors. Which were open. She then spotted a small, old, but probably still flyable frieghter. Which was also open. When Alex showed up, she patted him on the back.
"There's a ship."
She said before gently holding up the pair of cuffs she had so delitacely removed from his wrists.
"There's your bonds."
She said, already making her way to The Runaway.
"Come on, then."
She hissed as she crossed over the somewhat sticky floor.
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Apr 7, 2007 18:53:25 GMT -5
Post by Fro' Phantom on Apr 7, 2007 18:53:25 GMT -5
As all of this happened everyone was frantic. Horda didn't know what was going on. When the back up lights were on The prisoners had escaped and the doors were open. Horda was in a rage. He yelled for every guard, bounty hunter, and servant to fire upon the prisoners.
"Kill them NOW! I want them dead! Jaj I want...Jaj?"
Horda said as Jaj had disappeared from Horda's side. Horda decided to there was only one thing to do.
"Destroy every ship in the hanger. They cannot escape!"
Everyone made a run for the hangers but began to slip on the extra waxed floors from the defect droid. Horda screamed as we went faster than any Hutt in history at an alarming 50 feet per minute.
(Nice was to raise up hell CG)
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Apr 7, 2007 19:17:29 GMT -5
Post by Kiriin Radd on Apr 7, 2007 19:17:29 GMT -5
Alex sprinted across the sticky hangar deck, the substance giving him traction, allowing him to reach his goal a lot faster. He ran up the descended ramp of the freighter and through the interior to the control cab. He plopped down into the pilot's chair and quickly absently minded let his hands run over the controls of the ship.
The interior lights flickered on as he brought the power on to the freighter and heard the whine of the engines as they performed a cold start. He strapped himself in with one hand and ran through the cold start process a second time to make sure he got everything right.
You may want to find a seat and strap in, because this is probably going to be a bumpy ride. I know I'd be angry if I had a ship stolen. In fact, I could use a copilot and make sure the egress ramp is up. Alex yelled back into the rest of the ship.
He glanced over the readouts and controls to make sure everything was good and kicked in the repulsors. The ship bounced up off of the hangar floor and rocketed out of the open doors.
(Now I know this is all going quick, I'm allowing enough time though for all of those getting on board to do so. Including our savior CG, lol.)
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Apr 7, 2007 21:08:04 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Apr 7, 2007 21:08:04 GMT -5
(So basically, we escape, and since BO was actually the first one on the ship, that leaves Xaojii. You can rp that out on your own, Xao. Sorry about the rush and lack of post, but it's pretty obvous what happens next, and we've got a character or three waiting on us, so let's move this to a thread in Space so that we all can get accquainted, shall we?)
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