Aldera {Open}

[projectsunfire]

Several puffy clouds fill the sky with their transpired mass as you descend down into the Capital city of Aldera.

The buildings organic build make the aesthetic feel of the city one with nature. Its towers and space scrapers rounded, and gentle in their curves. Such is the architecture here.

Thranta's fly gracefull through the sky, to occasionally alight on roosts, or building rooftops. Men, women and children wander through the street, going about their peaceful lives.

Welcome to Alderaan. I hope your stay will be pleasant...

[Jeff40K, Tool of the Universe]

Mandle Rayn arrived at his first destination taking his last step off the commercial transport from Corellia. He Shuffled his way down the corridor with many other passengers unable to see his heading. Carrying all of his belongings, a suitcase full of cloths, toiletries, and most important his tools. The last of his finances gathered into one credit bank, the sum of his sold shop and life savings. To him this felt like a vacation, though hes would not be going back home. His life there had finished and now he needed to seek new opportunities, what? he didn't know.
The corridor widened into a vast room with glass ceilings filled with clouded skies. It was the main hall of the spaceport, the crowed dispersed and Mandle could see again. Trees, terminals and friendly staff littered the room, along with the many passengers coming and going. Mandle felt tired, he hadn't slept a wink on the flight. He had never been good with sleeping aboard a ship, mainly due to being a chief engineer for so long. In those days he was awaken at odd hours if the engine had so much as hiccuped too loud, it didn't bother him then. However this time his expertise hadn't been needed, it had made him feel uncomfortable for the first time. Mandle found an empty seat near a tall tree blooming with violet peddles. He set his bag under the seat and melted with exhaustion into it. His eyes fell heavy agreeing with himself that he could use a nap before leaving the port and exploring the city. Not even conscious of his surroundings anymore the little man rested his head back falling into deep slumber.

[Jerek]

Je'kin's ship touched down on a free landing pad. He gathered up his black helmet, blaster rifle, and a spare rope snag, then walked off the ship. He slipped his helmet on before exiting. Je'kin looked around through the tented eye holes of his helmet. He would be paid handsomely for the target of choice. His boots clomped on the metal landing pad as he walked to the elevator. He made sure his jet pack was secure and operational on the elevator lift. Je'kin clipped the clip of his pistol holster shut and slung the blaster rifle over his shoulder as the elevator came to a halt.

He slowly exited the lift and walked out onto the capitol city of Alderaan, Aldera. No one paid him very much attention as he walked on. Every now and again, Je'kin would check his HUD to see if his target was nearby. Finally he spotted the man sitting on a bench fast asleep.

He'd still have to go in cautiously. Je'kin walked over to the building sitting directly across from the park. He took an elevator to the top. There, he positioned himself near the edge and looked through his scope. He looked down below and all around him. Good, no guards were present. Je'kin spotted the man's tool box. That might have some weapons in it. He'd have to dispose of it. He brought his left wrist up to his mouth and spoke into it. "B-9 get here now." Five minutes later a little black sphere came zooming to Je'kin's side.

"Do a scan on that tool box." The droid scanned the box for a minute. 'Any weapons?" Je'kin looked at the droid. "No, sir." "Good, go back to the ship and make sure it's there when I get back." He looked through the scope on his rifle again. He needed the target alive. How would he go about doing this?

[Jeff40K, Tool of the Universe]

Mandle awoke to the unsettling discovery that he had fallen asleep in public. He rubbed his eyes trying to bring himself to full consciousness. A gleam of light caught his attention from high up on a nearby building but the buzz of people, aliens, and exotic pets bustling around distracted him. Blinking rapidly and giving a long yawn he finally sat up and stretched. A few passing Aldarians gave a disgusted stare when Mandle scratched his arm pit.
He then removed a printed map of Aldera from his left coat pocket, it was supplied on the flight to newcomers. It had many famous locals listed as well as resorts and emergency facilities. Some listed as main tourist attractions where the many exotic gardens, an animal zoo, and its well known for best food in the galaxy restaurant. Mandle has never been on Alderaan before but was once in orbit. He remembered starring out at Alderaan, its beauty of lush green land and clear blue oceans. He wanted to fly down just to breath the air and touch the ground, a pleasant day dream that distracted him for a short while from his duties.
He concentrated on the map, unfolding and turning it around. Many attractions to see, Mandle had no idea where to start. He pondered over what to see first but found his indecisiveness gave no answers. “Bah I cant make up my mind!” he rummages through his coat for his old drafting pen. Finding it he held it over the map with the inked side pointing over the center map. Mandle closed his eyes and waved the pen rapidly around and suddenly trust it downward onto the map making a roundish mark. Opening he eyes and glancing at the map he said “Ah ha! Well then that is where I'm off to first!”

[Jerek]

"Time to go." Je'kin slung his rifle back over his shoulder and jumped over the edge. Many on-goers below looked up and gasped. In midair, Je'kin's jet pack ignited into life. He soared quickly at the man he was targeting. Je'kin landed on the ground five feet away. "Come with me or I'll make you!" Je'kin's pistol was aimed at the man's leg. He also had his left wrist pointed at his feet.

If he had to, he could rope the target. Je'kin's weapon arm stayed steadily pointed at the man's legs. If the man tried to run, Je'kin could cripple him.

[Jeff40K, Tool of the Universe]

Mandle starred at the strange man now in-front of him with surprise. For a second he thought some killer droid from hell had come to collect his soul, but realized there was a man under the armour - pistol aimed at him. Mandle stumbled for words "who... why?", the map slipped from his fingers and drifted away in the wind. The area around them had cleared with many onlookers watching from afar with horror and intrigue. "Well, we better get going, ye be stirring the locals acting like that!" he came to the confidant realization that his vacation had ended abruptly. Mandle was accustom to sudden change of plans, though this one was the least expected.

[Jerek]

"Yes, now follow me. And, leave those," Je'kin said, pointing at the tools. "You won't be needing them." Je'kin didn't turn his back. He walked behind the man and dug his pistol's barrel into his back. "Go..." They made their way silently back to Je'kin's ship: The Sliver II. Je'kin hung the blaster rifle on a free hook inside his ship. He sat down in the pilot's seat. "Now, for a precatuion...," Je'kin aimed his left wrist at the man.

A thin white rope shot from his wrist and wrapped around the man. He stumbled back into the seat beside of Je'kin's. He got up and walked behind the seat. He pulled out a spare rope and tied the man to the seat. "That should do."

"Now for take-off." Je'kin sat back down, setting his pistol at a grabbing distance, just incase. He pulled up on the throttle. The ship flew upward and hovered for a moment above the landing pad.

[projectsunfire]

((Unless Jeff and you talked this out, you are godmodding Jerek...))

[Jeff40K, Tool of the Universe]

((Sorry if my replies are slow I started back at collage this week. And yes, my character maybe a civ'y but hes not cattle to haul around as you please. If I get the opportunity I'll dismantle your ship leaving a pile of scrape where you parked it > My RP post will come up soon, just got work and school distracting me!))

[Jerek]

(Sorry. Just act as if I didn't tie him up.)

[Jeff40K, Tool of the Universe]

((You can tie up my character, just give me some more options to RP than to either: go with you, or resist and die.))

Mandle sat uncomfortably in the co-pilots chair. Je'kin controlled the ship with one hand while keeping his other hand free. The blaster he had placed on the control panel was within arms reach if needed. Je'kin didn't screw around with his prey, no matter how harmless they seem. Mandles arms and legs where tied to the co-pilot seat using strong thermal wire. Tight knots left red marks on Mandle's wrists and made his arms ache.
"So, where are we going?" Mandle Asked after they left orbit, "Also I don't remember having a proper introduction before my abduction. I'm Mandle Rayn of Corellia, but you must know that being a bounty hunter." Mandle shifted showing his discomfort and let out a sigh.

[Jeff40K, Tool of the Universe]

Mandle left his seat in search of a bathroom. He's been holding it ever since he was brought aboard his captors craft. The bounty hunter was fast asleep in the pilots seat as lights blinked indicating the auto-pilot was activated. Snoring could be heard muffled from his helmet, remaining the only noise present in the small compartment. Mandle small feet made no sound as he slipped out of the cockpit into a passageway. The corridor was dark illuminated by small red and blue LED panels. He stumbled about over tools and garbage laying about. Something he stepped on he swore was a dead animal as it felt soft and furry under his foot. He continued on reaching the first door. He hit the door opening mechanism and the door swooshed open with the faint sound of hydrolic motors. A dime light seeped into the hall, Mandle stepped into the room. The room was small, the far wall non-existent leaving a view of stars and black space. A cow floated into view outside the ship mooing as it passed by. Mandle turned to the toilet, a silver saucer with a water filtration tank attacked. Though he noticed something odd swimming in the toilet bowl. He moved over and starred down into the bowl. A small mouse sized Hutt, a green slug looking creature, swam diligently in circles. The creature looked up with it large eyed and wide mouth and spoke "Sorry, occupied!". With that Mandle screamed in horror...

Mandle squirmed in his seat still tied up. He had to pee badly he realized and had a bad nightmare. "Uhh mr.bounty hunter... can I use the mens room?"

[Jerek]

Je'kin stood up, grabbing his pistol as he did. Out of his right wrist a silver blade popped out. Je'kin bent down and cut the ropes to where only the man's hands were tied together tightly. Je'kin helpd the man up and down the hall. He waited outside the bathroom door, his pistol at a ready position. Je'kin left a length of rop off the man's chackles, however. He had a firm grip upon it. If he had to, he could pull the man down, stopping him from escaping. How the man would escape from a ship on its way to Corsucant, Je'kin didn't know, but it was good to be prepared and to plan ahead.

(Sorry it's so short and badly written.)

[jiral]

Being aboard a Stolen Vessel was Jiral's Specialty. He searched over the Navi Computer for coordinates to this damaged freighters' flight plans...

" Alderaan... This is quite interesting indeed." Shifting within the main room for any sign of a droid he awaited his landing. As far as Jiral knew this operation had been a failed one. The Republic was planning something... Something big. Whatever it was he had heard on Quelii that a Cargo vessel was in the area carrying the goods, all of which could have been sold for a very sizable profit. Somehow it seemed that his plan failed and now he was on a course for a new territory he wasn't familiar with.

Lost in thought, he hardly heard the beeping of a transmitter only feet from his current position. Lazily throwing scrap metal at in until it activated he lounged in the commanders seat interlacing his fingers behind his head and had both feet propped up on the Navigational dashboard. Amidst the static and the fact that he wasn't particularly listening he caught ear of a woman talking about a receiving code.

"Alderaan Cargo facility here is the commander on deck?"

Jiral thought quickly and started to speak at length drawing his dark cloak over him so his face wasn't to be seen.

"Everything is fine Cargo Commander.." He started to relay a series of 'fictional' events so that he could pass by without much incident. This had been a wasted trip, no money, nothing of real use, and his E-11 Blaster rifle was lost in deep space while boarding.

"We heard that the freighter was attacked by Dark Jedi, have anything to report on that?"

Jiral sighed. He hated people who just asked too much.

"Not a dark Jedi, more like a Piracy group looking for Documents of some sort."

He figured he was in the clear and started to walk away when she started on him again.

"Okay, what's the receivable code to your docking bay?"

By this time Jiral just wanted to blast the comm system and just relax. This whole day had been a complete waste of time

"I'm just a guard okay? I wouldn't know."

She began to speak again but using a broken droid arm that he destroyed during his 'takeover' he broke the communications system ending her hologram.

"Damn, people like that really annoy me. System says we land in two minutes aye?" He looked for anything of various importance to use or more commonly sell on the black market providing this planet had one.

"Oh well, all I can do is wait until docking then slip out unnoticed."

Propping his legs up again and reclining further in the Commanders chair he closed his eyes and tried not to think about how things might possibly become worse for him.