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Mara
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Jan 12, 2013 3:43:00 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jan 12, 2013 3:43:00 GMT -5
(((Many apologies for the delay. Also… I guess I’ll keep a little control of Kess… just so she doesn’t get lost in the shuffle… )))
The moment Trevil and the others had gotten back onboard the Jewel, he had immediately followed the Twi’lek captain’s ordered suggestion and found himself the nearest crash seat. After a brief moment to make sure that Kess was also finding herself a place to strap in, he completely focused on himself. He pulled all the safety webbing around his small but chunky Bothan body as he could, even borrowing a bit from the unoccupied position next to him. In his short time with this crew, he had learned that precautions were utterly necessary if he wanted to escape mostly unscathed. Or at least, give himself the greatest chance to escape mostly unscathed.
Double-checking the security and tightness of the straps, he took a deep breath and leaned back, closing his eyes. He would have preferred to also bend over and put his head between his knees for extra hopeful safety but had opted for the extra webbing instead that kept him tightly bound and upright. Trevil continued to steady his breathing as well as he could, slowly tuning out all the noise around him inside the ship and also the disturbing sounds coming from outside. Generally the Bothan was not a difficult traveler, but he had gotten used to a greater deal of excitement in the last few weeks. A few more minutes was needed to calm down and prevent future hysterics.
Once he had gotten to as close as a happy state as he thought he ever would in his current environment, Trevil finally had a chance to process the blurred chaos of the last hour or so after their escape from the cell. The shootout in the hallway, the disappearance of Lash through a window, the strange long-eared being—who apparently was still hanging with the group to his confusion and curiosity—taking charge and leading them out of danger momentarily. And all the while he had been running with Kess on his back, who was in turn clutching his precious datapads.
There were twists and turns, more guards and shooting, a locked door, a shout for someone to come and slice it open. He vaguely remembered Palas motioning towards him for help but having to stop in his tracks when the odd droid who had also appeared to join their motley crew raced forward and opened the door. The Bothan had been abashed as this for a moment or two but quickly discarded the feelings. It had been no time or situation to haggle over skill sets. Trevil had Kess to think about, as well as his own life. They were stuck at the locked door in a dead end, and the corridor offered little to no cover from any more approaching guards.
They had raced along a bit more, somehow he had lost his procured blaster rifle along the way, but they had eventually arrived at the hangar where the Jewel was berthed, mostly all in one piece as far as he could tell. But he was no medic, nor had he really had time to look the others over as he had raced aboard. And now he was strapped in tighter than a newborn in an antique landspeeder, hoping that the vibrations he was feeling were only normal and not some kind of antiaircraft fire or worse. If he—and they—ever got out of this alive, he was beginning to think he’d need to reevaluate his life. Even perhaps come clean to Palas about his past. Trevil gulped in more air. If.
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Feb 3, 2013 15:37:34 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Feb 3, 2013 15:37:34 GMT -5
It was over, he was done. His end wasn't perhaps the grandest of exits. If he was to die, and he'd tried his best to avoid that fate, Lash thought it would have been in a blaze of glory, in the heart of battle, like the majority of his squadron.
It didn't matter now, he was free. But death was kinda giving him a headache, and it didn't feel quite as comfortable as he expected. Regardless, he drew in a deep breath of afterlife. And then he gagged on it, death smelt a lot like garbage.
His eyes slowly peeled open and he turned his throbbing head to look around. No wonder it smelt like a rubbish heap, he could make out the remains of some food amongst other waste he avoided focusing on. It was not the most enjoyable sight or smell. So he'd wound up in some kind of dumpster and his head was pounding, he'd been in this situation before, clearly he'd gotten too drunk again and lost some kind of bet. But there were two bare feet. He wiggled his toes, they were his feet! Well that was a first.
Through the painful haze of what Lash had mistaken for a hangover, memories of imprisonment and a hurried attempt of escape returned to him. So he hadn't drunkenly imagined the Jewel and he had actually been shot out of a window. He wasn't sure if that was heroic or just dumb. He picked himself up, as best he could given the uneven and shifting terrain, in order to take a look around. It seemed as though Lady Luck had been his side, sort of, as he'd landed in what appeared to be a garbage disposal unit. Although it currently looked like it was heading towards a hanger.
It was at this moment Lash noticed a stain on his shirt. It was an unappealing greeny-brownish colour, and it was still damp. Pulling it cautiously to his face he gave it a quick sniff and instantly recoiled. "So much for holding onto this," he muttered as he pulled it off, careful not to let it touch his skin any more than it already had.
Once the ship-dumpster had landed, Lash 'stealthily' stumbled to the edge of the container and peered over the top. He saw some familiar looking guard-type people scurrying around the hanger and climbing into fighters. He briefly heard two guards talking about an escaped ship. He hoped they were on about the Jewel, but if they were, unless the giant space bug was secretly an expert pilot, there was no way that big pile of taped together scrap called a ship could outrun fighters like these. There were still some ships left in the hangar and the last few pilots were making their way to the remaining fighters.
This was an opportunity to run away, to escape this place, this planet, without being blown to itty bitty pieces. Everyone thought he was dead, no one knew where he was. He loved to run, and now the path had been laid out for him. But if he did, and if that ship was the Jewel, then in about fifteen minutes they'd be an ugly ball of flame.
Once again applying his skills of stealth, Lash clamoured over the edge of the dumpster and landed with the grace of a boma. He continued to sneak his way to the nearest starfighter but his luck ended here, it seemed, as a large and tough-looking wookiee was about to get in this particular ship. Lash couldn't risk going for another one, he'd be way too exposed. It was all or nothing.
"Hey! Stop right there! Step away from the ship!" Lash had pulled his pistol, it was trained on the wookiee. The guard froze and stared at the scrawny human. "I said move away from the ship, or I'll... shoot you in your furry face!"
He was still staring, still not moving. Lash made a little lunging movement, that seemed to snap the guard out of it. Now he'd raised his hands at least. "Move it, move it! Do I seem like the kind of guy you want to make angry?"
"Wraaagh!" Lash didn't know what that meant, but the wookiee was carefully backing away. He couldn't figure out what it was about his mostly naked, armed and crazy escapee look that was making this guard so afraid, but right now he didn't put much thought into it. He made his way into the fighter, sealed the cockpit shut and started up the engines. Meanwhile the wookiee was rushing out of the hangar covering his nose.
Sat in the cockpit of starfighter, Lash took a few moments to look around. He’d already started up the engine and now a number of lights were sparking up before his eyes. He marvelled at them, so many shiny buttons. It took a great deal of effort to stop himself from pressing them all with a furious glee, but the reminder of the Jewel’s impending doom add a serious tone to the situation.
It was odd, he hadn’t piloted a fighter for many years, he thought he’d never fly one again. Fate was another cruel mistress. Suppressing the memories that we resurfacing, Lash focused on why he was here, on what he had to do. He eased the small craft off the ground and with only a moment’s pause, blasted his way out of the hangar.
Lash zipped past the tall city structures of Taris, many of which were still under construction even in this area. He’d momentarily make out the some small figures amongst the massive structures before they were gone again, trailing behind him. He enjoyed this, the speed, the controls, the manoeuvrability; he’d forgotten how much it was like second nature to him.
It wasn’t difficult for him to locate the Jewel; there was enough radio chatter to lead him straight to them. Catching up to the pile of scrap wasn’t difficult, getting there before it had been blown up, that was the tricky part. But when he could finally make it out with his eyes, he knew that he at least stood a fighting chance. The flunkies in the other ships wouldn’t know what hit them. At the moment they were swarming their prey, pecking at it from one direction and then the next, just waiting to break through its defences and drag it down from the sky.
He caught sight of a fighter that was lining to fire upon the Jewel's engines. If it was able to get off a clear shot then this would all be over. Lash instantly moved to intercept and as its guns started to release a burst of bright energy, it was met with a hail from his own guns. The shots tore through the fighter and it exploded, shards began their descent to the planet's surface. It wouldn't be long until the other fighters got over their confusion and turned their guns on him. With a quick half-spin and turn, he was moving back towards the Jewel and fired across its bow to successfully take down another of the fighters. His reactions were still sharp enough to make great use of the starfighter's speed and accuracy, it hardly seemed like his skills had dulled.
As he flew past the remains of his last target, Lash opened a channel with the Jewel. "I leave you guys alone for just a bit and look at you, about to be blown up by a bunch of crappy pilots, I'm very disappointed. But don't you worry your pretty little lekku Captain, I'm here to save the day. You just try and, you know, not get shot." Leaving the channel open, Lash caught was on another approach. He had a target in sight, but he could see two of the fighters with a bit of sense were moving onto his tail. He smiled a bit as his body began to move, his muscled fuelled by excitement.
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Feb 26, 2013 16:36:28 GMT -5
Post by Apillis on Feb 26, 2013 16:36:28 GMT -5
The droid continuing to play the role of simple maintenance/protocol droid stiffly shuffled about behind the crowd as they made their haste to the Jewel ship at long last. But the sight of the ship even gave even a stoic droid pause as it inquired to its captain despite the haste and urgency of the situation, "Was the ship given its name for what organics refer to as 'ironic humor'?", posed as a genuine inquiry lacking all the tact expected of a droid.
Hurriedly shuffling along the droid followed the crew into the Jewel, and fulfilling the very cover of her programming. Therefore like any maintenance droid the first place Sheilo scuttled off to was the the engine room. The droid canted its head in reaction to the sight of it. The droid could only wonder who had been working on the thing til this point, likely an organic--their ineptitude and laziness reflected in its shotty work, lacking the diligent precision and finely tuned care a droid could provide to another machine.
But what they needed was to escape in this moment, for when the moment the vessel took flight into the skies starfighters were on their proverbial heels firing upon them. The droid's calculations to the situation seeking favorable outcomes took factions of second. The moment the droid had found the best solution, it immediately contacted the captain from the engine room, "Captain. Inform me when you have hyperspace coordinates ready. I can divert energy from the ships shields to the hyperspace drive momentarily increasing its efficiency for a quicker escape. But it will be unsound to do so before hand. The primary reasoning that we are being fired upon. I think we will still need our shields for a bit more time for that reason.", it was an obvious observation but the droid could never tell how observant to the obvious an organic is.
The droid then went about quickly though with the exacting precision only a droid could possess adjusting the energy output of the ship's shield system to be able to be linked to the hyperdrive unit on a moments notice. It merely came down to whether or not the captain would give the droid the go ahead or not.
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Apr 14, 2013 19:19:14 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Apr 14, 2013 19:19:14 GMT -5
"Everyone get strapped in."
"So that we can roast alive like skewered meat, great." Glem was quickly finding her bearing in the new ship, she found the cockpit as easily as Greek found the open food crate in the supply room.
The room throbbed with lights and warning sirens, and Glem found her way to a side console and started trying to sort through them, without a care for what the Twilek thought. Glem was going to do everything she could to not die and she figured nobody on the ship could argue with that.
The sizzling of sparks snapped her head around.
"You stupid schutta," she skrieked, "Please, just shoot me now if you're going to kick our stabilizing system to death, eviscerate me, please!"
The plead for guns met selectively deaf ears, Glem would be of little help there. She was trying to set the navigation system out, she soon found it was blasphemously out of date. It was a wonder this ship hadn't ended up in the middle of a star yet. "Everyone always underestimates the importance of navigation. A pilot, they say, a pilot's what we need, a good pilot with a good gut, and preferably a chiseled jaw and everyone fawns when he does some spinny trick, but soon as you get out in space what good does that do you? Fifty years, fifty years to get between two planets in the same star system, if you don't have a hyperdrive. And a millionth of a parsec, that's the difference in your calculation between getting blackout drunk on Zeltrosian wine and having your insides vacuumed out as your ship melts in fiery plasma, but does anyone appreciate the navigator? No, of course not."
Glem wasn't particularly bothered by where the former crew thought they wanted to go, as Glem knew they wanted to go to the same place she wanted to go, which was the place most likely to not involve dying.
The Gungan glanced around the cockpit and then pounced upon the copilots seat, quickly setting about resolving the rest of the alarms. Some just couldn't be helped. The scent of fried wiring was thick and acrid. "Try not to screw up anything else," Glem muttered, though more for her own benefit than for the Twi'lek's.
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Apr 19, 2013 16:34:54 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Apr 19, 2013 16:34:54 GMT -5
The Gungan was being excessively annoying. Never mind that she was probably right, or that Palas' toe was throbbing something awful now. The captain turned to deliver what she was sure to be an icy glare at this new navigator, then went back to cursing and slamming her fists into the console of her ship. And just when she was sure it was all over, his voice came over the comm.
At first, she didn't understand. She was sure she'd lost her mind, and couldn't be more furious that her last moments alive would be spent hallucinating the voice of the most frustrating piece of schutta ever to exist. She shook her head, but he just kept talking. Why? Why did he have to take this from her too? Was it not enough that they were in this whole mess because of his stupidity? He had to infect her mind as well. But then suddenly there was an explosion to the side of her ship. Palas craned her neck to see the ship tear apart in bursts of flames. "How the...?" He was alive! Her fist practically broke through the comm button as she slammed it down onto the console.
"Lash!" she'd cried, her voice breaking on the word. The shock was so much she didn't even know what to follow with. But when another shot threatened to shake the ship apart, she was able to pull her mind back together and address him more appropriately. "Ne pas mourir, tu beau salaud. Je veux te tuer moi-même!"
The series of maneuvers and moments that followed blurred together for the violet skinned woman. Every fiber of her being was concentrated on not dying while Lash did whatever black magic he'd sold his soul to learn how to do. But soon, the ship wasn't straining against the onslaught of fire and an uneasy silence fell over the cockpit. Time to get out of there. She pulled the nav systems up on her monitor and selected the first system name she recognized. "Blacked out drunk it is!" she said before activating the comm to Lash. "Does that thing have a hyperdrive? Cuz we're going to Zeltros!" It was a blessing that he responded in the affirmative. Having to figure out how to get him on the ship would have been too much for the woman.
"Hey... umm... droid!" Palas stammered, activating the comm to the engine room. "Do whatever it is you said you were going to do. It's time to leave."
Moments later, the hyperdrive systems blinked to life on the console and Palas punched in the coordinates and slammed the lever forward. The darkness of space turned to streaks of light around them and Palas collapsed into the pilot's chair. After a few steadying breaths, she turned to the Gungan. "Thank you."
Palas didn't leave time for chit-chat. She was exhausted and in desperate need of a shower. She stood from the chair and made her way through the ship, stopping to let the rest of her passengers know where they were going, and then moved down the corridor to her room. She pressed the control panel and the door opened with the scream of metal against rusted metal. The giant insect turned its... head? toward her, her favorite pair of underwear perched on top.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
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Apr 29, 2013 19:51:50 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Apr 29, 2013 19:51:50 GMT -5
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Bellowed Ruck back in genuine fear. He jumped high enough for his carapace to clatter against the ceiling, but not before several bladders unleashed in a defensive reaction. Black-orange goo that steamed on contact with oxygen sprayed out from between plates in Ruck's shell. It coated several parts of Palas' room (and Palas herself), and continued to issue a pale steam. Ruck flailed and clacked with wide eyes and whirling antennae. Sheer panic gripped the Gar as he desperately hopped and shrieked, searching for a way to escape. His huge eyes locked onto Palas for a moment, the Gar suddenly statue-still. Except for his olfactory tendrils that slowly began to bunch up against his face. Until suddenly Ruck would launch forward, knocking into Palas and rolling down the hall from his own momentum. With a series of whooping noises Ruck scuttled on all fours deeper into the Jewel, Palas' undergarments still perched onto his head.
His hearts slammed against his exoskeleton, desperately searching for a place to hide. Luckily he had stowed his weapons inside some paneling within the cargo hold, otherwise in his panic he may have tried to blast his way out of the room. Which would have surely meant death for everyone on the ship. But that was not the case. Ruck's exoskeleton clacked loudly against the metallic interior of the ship, a staccato to match the steady whooping noises he made. He became too easily lost within the ship, erratic thoughts revolving around escaping, fighting, feeding and spawning all stewing into a concoction of boggled Ruck. Generally it wasn't a good idea to surprise the less than bright Gar. Still scrambling at full tilt Ruck suddenly turned into the cockpit. Beings he didn't recognize looked back at him, who could blame them considering a large, spindly creature with lady's undies perched upon its head suddenly burst in.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Shrieked Ruck again in response tot he strangers. His shell skidded across the metal floor as he tried to gain traction to flee again. When his feet did find purchase he lunged back out of the cockpit into a wall. More whooping came from Ruck as he scurried away, the panties now removed from the amount of flailing. They were left in the hall to be found later, thoroughly soaked now in that same black-orange goo from earlier. They too steamed lightly. After several minutes Ruck had found himself back into the cargo hold, attached to a support beam. Wide eyes stared and roamed around the hold, vigilant for anyone else that aimed to frighten him. It wasn't long until said vigilance led to him falling asleep, and falling into a pile of crates to continue his slumber.
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Post by Mara on Apr 30, 2013 3:08:54 GMT -5
(((Well, here’s my wrap-up post…)))
Trevil's thoughts of whether they would all survive their escape, and the continued thudding sounds he was hearing, were threatening and rather succeeding at tearing away at his happy thoughts. He no longer had any distractions to the tumultuous environment now that he had become aware to them once again. But there was nothing he could do about the situation except ride it out and pray for the best, reiterating his plan to dispel with his deception and lies if they ever made it safely away from Taris. His paws dug into the webbing surrounding his torso, and he tried harder to return to his relative state of serenity of just a few moments prior.
But then, something changed. The Bothan didn't realize it at first, but he was no longer hearing the unmistakable sounds or feeling the shudders of the ship taking fire. Trevil slowly opened his violet eyes, thinking he was just imagining it for the sake of his sanity, but no, everything had gone quiet. Or as quiet as a ship full of scared beings hurtling through space could be after somehow surviving an attack. He relaxed his grip then, and experienced the ache of recently tense muscles all over his body unclenching. For the first time since boarding the Jewel earlier that day, he took a deep breath and let it out. They were alive, for the time being, but alive.
Soon after, there was the recognizable shift into hyperspace, and Palas came into the room from the direction of the cockpit a couple minutes later. When Trevil spotted the ship's Twi'lek captain, it made any of his lingering worries disappear. For surely if they were still in danger she wouldn't have left her station. As she checked to make sure he and Kess--he just remembered the girl's presence beside him, having forgotten her during the chaos--were all right, the Bothan started slowly untangling himself from the mess of safety straps that he had frantically wrapped around himself.
But when she mentioned where they were headed before continuing on further into the ship to tell the others, he stopped in mid-unclasping. Zeltros. Of course, most beings in the galaxy had heard of the pleasure planet and the variety of diversions it hosted for visitors, among other things. Trevil, however, had something else come to his mind. One of his former partners in crime, literally, was a Zeltron woman. Though it was unlikely that she had returned home, it had been a few years since the crew had parted, and she may have gotten lax in her hiding skills. Perhaps there would be something in this stop for him...
He shook away the notion. First things first. Trevil finished undoing all his crash webbing and then stepped over to aid Kess with hers. The girl still seemed a little shell-shocked from everything, and he didn't blame her. Being captured, jailed, escaping a prison, evading attacks in the sky--it was enough to give most beings a nervous breakdown. If he hadn't grown a bit used to the antics of this ship's motley crew already, he was sure he'd be still a bit jittery and on edge.
With both of them now freed, he decided to help the girl to her cabin and spend some quality time with his own bunk for the next few hours. All of the excitement of the day was wearing off, and exhaustion was setting in. The Bothan knelt down to let Kess on his back and wrap her arms around his neck just as before during their escape, since it was less awkward than carrying her in his arms, and picked up his precious datapads before continuing on towards the living areas of the ship.
Just as he turned a corner, he heard a bloodcurdling scream and saw Palas standing in the doorway of her own quarters. He paused, trying to figure out the source of her reaction when another wail came from an entirely different source: a recognizable horror show from their jail cell back on Taris. Trevil blinked his violet eyes, thinking he was so tired, he was hallucinating, but it was still there. The huge bug thing must have somehow followed them to the Jewel and evaded notice during the chaos of their departure.
Using the distraction to his advantage, the Bothan scuttled past the two frightened beings and slipped into the small but cozy enough cabin that had been given to Kess. Trevil quickly shut the door against the noises of the rambunctious... thing and then laid the girl down on her cot. Almost immediately, she fell asleep, and he pulled a blanket over her. Unsure of what the giant insect-like being was going to do now that it had been found out, he did the practical thing and settled himself on the floor next to Kess's bed, not bothering to find his own cabin. Better to just escape into sleep and deal with the implications of going to Zeltros when he was refreshed. After tucking away his datapads, he gathered up an extra blanket for a pillow and soon was snoring away.
[to Candy is Dandy but Liquor is... Let's Do Shots!…]
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May 8, 2013 14:12:00 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on May 8, 2013 14:12:00 GMT -5
It was a rush, he didn't know if it was because half an hour ago he thought he had died or because he'd stared down a wookiee or because he was in a fighter for the first time in years. Whatever the reason, right now he didn't give a flying frell. As he fired across the path of a fighter that was approaching the Jewel, he had to quickly manoeuvre to avoid the shots from the two fighters on his tail. It looked like he was managing to get their attention, easing the focus on the worthless pile of junk.
He never thought he'd be risking his life for that bucket of bolts. Palas spoke to him over the comm system. For a moment he thought the thing was broken, but quickly realised she was just talking in a different language. "I have no idea what you said Captain, but I'm going to assume it was along the lines of-"
He had to pause his undoubtedly comedy gem of a line for a moment whilst he narrowly avoided more shots from his rear, a quick rotate and pulling up on the controls would give him a few moments whilst his pursuers tried to keep up.
"-along the lines of 'Oh Lash my brave and handsome hero, whom I will never hit again, you are truly amazing'. For which I must thank you, but please, ease up on the flattery."
He'd found another fighter, and whilst the ones on his six were attempting to remain hot on his heels, he managed to fire a few burst at this other target. He hit the ship, and saw something on it start to smoke, the craft itself was intact, but hopefully it was enough to take that one out of the fight.
Palas spoke to him about their destination, Zeltros, that would be fun. And luckily, it seemed their host had really funneled a small fortune into these little fighters as it did indeed have a hyperdrive. To Zeltros it was, once the Jewel had jumped safely that was. "Send me the landing co-ordinates when you set down, I'll see you planet-side. The first round's on you. And the rest of them."
With that he was free to focus on keeping the fighters busy whilst the Jewel got itself ready to jump. Some of the pilots were pretty good, but this was his playground and there was nothing that could bring him down. That was purely a fact, and not at all an egotistical view Lash held.
The next thing he knew, the frigate had escaped. Looks like he really had saved the day, at the very end, after falling out of a rather high window. As he set in the destination, he tried to give himself as much time and room to set up for the jump as was possible. As the pursuit ended, he was welcomed by the soothing blue tunnel of hyperspace. And by a brief chill that reminded him he was still only wearing pants.
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