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Post by Jaster Chryss on Jun 10, 2011 3:17:48 GMT -5
Mal breathed a sigh of relief. At least it was over. He had no idea where he had gotten the idea to jump into the Skipray and use the guns or what had inspired him.
Sitting back into the seat, trying to hide in it almost, Mal stopped firing down at the people below. He realised that Sola wanted to find this Jay, who was turning out to be a lot of trouble. Mal had no idea what he would do once they found him, he doubted a scalpel would do anything to the giant creature.
"Sola, where to now?"
He had not heard any mention of where the Lambda was headed, and had no clue where a pair of travellers would head to with the choice of having anywhere to go in the galaxy...
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Post by LadyEvicto on Jun 11, 2011 18:30:34 GMT -5
"Well we lost the trail for the moment." Vanessa murmered, her tone low as she tried to hide her anger and disappointment at what would have promised to be a high paying bounty. She was almost craving the experience of facing a Wookiee. They were known to be formidable warriors, very techno savvy and resourceful. Perhaps she would have to wait a while more for the opportunity to arise.
"I say we head to Naboo for proper food and rest. They're the peace loving hippies but they sure know how to treat tourists, especially in their lake country."
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Post by Jaster Chryss on Jun 12, 2011 3:01:28 GMT -5
Mal nodded at Sola, agreeing with her decision, while thinking of all he had heard of Naboo.
They were a peaceful people and that meant they would be easy targets for Mal to practice his art on...
Yes Naboo would be the perfect place for some rest, Mal thought as he spoke to Sola,
"Naboo it is then."
Then wondering what her plan was to catch up to the Wookiee, Mal started to ask her, but remembered his promise to not ask questions and instead stopped himself mid question and said no more...
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Post by LadyEvicto on Jun 14, 2011 10:52:58 GMT -5
Vanessa looked over at Mal who appeared to be deep in thought, and waited a moment to see if he had something else to add, but he didn't speak up so she let it go. Adjusting the coordinates in the navicomputer, she added Naboo, which was a shorter hyperspace jump from here. All that time in her armour made her crave a few minutes in a refresher. You could be having the worst day in the galaxy but a refresher always seemed to make things better.
She directed the Wasp[i/] out of Tatooine's hot atmosphere and set a course for hyperspace. Once they were cleared, she pushed the hyperspace lever forward and the Skipray Blastboat blasted into hyperspace.
(See you in the Naboo thread)
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Post by avayl on Jul 4, 2011 15:15:44 GMT -5
A republic military transport exited hyperspace and made its way down to the planet surface. It landed in the spaceport and began unloading its supplies for the GA outpost that it had established. The route had taken two days and Avayl's bowels was backed up. The food he brought along lasted him a day. His crate was set down among the others and loaded onto a speeder that would take them to the base. But en route Avayl opened his crate and slid out. The first breath of fresh air was a pile of dirt being forced into his mouth by the weight of impact from the fall off the speeder. A few scrapes and bruises but nothing that any other local wouldn't have. He smelled, looked scraggy, and was covered in dirt, a huge change from the prime and pristine gloss that covered Corelia. He was glad to be out of there.
It was only a short walk back to the space port and even quicker to the nearest cantina. He just hoped no one noticed a lone man walking out of the desert without the proper equipment. But not too many people asked questions in this town.
The cool smooth drink hit his mouth and washed the food down. He slammed the cup down on the bar and ordered another round. An hour had gone by in this establishment and his intoxication was increasing with pleasure and bliss at every passing moment. The credits rolled. He needed to find something else to get himself into next. But until then he would just keep drinking.
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Post by avayl on Jul 6, 2011 13:51:27 GMT -5
His cold hands wrapped around another drink. Valkyrian Ale. Across from him sat a Rodian from Botho the Hutt, a middle class slug in charge of tasking assignments for the big cheeses. The Rodian, Slammo, waved an eerily slim hand through the air. "So this is what your doing with yourself now Avayl." He looked down at him from a towering height, not because Avayl was small and the Rodian was large, but because Avayl had rested his head on top of his plate and was sipping his drink through a large straw. "Call me lazy but I just killed a bunch of people." Slammo's eyes widened and then instantly narrowed to slits to cover up his surprise. Avayl didn't notice he just continued on with his rant. "So screw off if you think I'm not worth your time." His head raised form the table as he spoke and his cup hand shot out to Slammo but simultaneously spilled the drink that was in the hand. The drunken man with blue skin held an ice grip on the Rodians twig like limbs. "Get me a job. I don't care what-" He trailed off under his breath and then shouted again. "But make it tough!" His mumbled again. "And make it a challenge. Not like that -" more mumbles and then he got the amazing idea to stand up and raise his hand to the roof.
"SALAMANDERS!! WOO!!" His eyes crossed before his face and his legs became like jelly. nearly 200 pounds fell to the ground in a pile of cloth and flesh. A man, human, got up form his table at the bar and took a step toward Avayl . . .
Slammo came through for him. His blaster was in his hand before the humans. "Hey man, It's not like I'm protecting him. . . Botho is." The human looked down at Slammo and then to Avayl. The gears within his mind turned and came up with the conclusion that it was not worth it. He holstered his blaster again. Slammo picked up Avayl with a huge grunt and a bit of trembling in the legs. He managed to get Avayl a room and left him there.
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Post by avayl on Jul 7, 2011 16:54:09 GMT -5
He stood beside Botho the magra. Magra annoying is what he is. Avayl snickered as he swayed and listed slowly to the left. Yeah listing, that's a great move to do in space He mumbled under his breath: "Listing lazily to my left. . ." Almost audible and then he looked up and saw Botho pointing one of those big eyeballs in his direction. "Stop with the rumbling already and get on with it." The hangover was slamming his head into a thousand pieces. It felt as though someone had uponed up his head and tiny midgets were dancing the Wampa on his brains. Botho slithered on and opened his big maw. The spaceship to their left sat cooling its engines after the "[The word is that Cloud city is sitting on some pretty high grade explosives.]" He said in Hutties. His slick massive tongue licked his even larger lip. The sound of it made Avayl think of the sound his insides made as they were projected from his stomach. He suddenly wanted to be curled up beside it again. But frustration overcame him and he certainly did not want to waist another moment hovering over a toilet, too much time had been spent there recently. He held his stomach and swallowed the pain the was welling up down their. "Where is it going?" The Rhodian that Avayl faintly recognized from the night before stepped forward. He tossed Avayl a data chip which he caught and inserted into his datapad. The planet Naboo came up on the screen. "Not another one of these, Botho!" Avayl spat. "I told you I was done with those." "Word got around. And the ones who came up with the Corellia gig are looking for you again." "No word didn't get around. You got around, you big slug." He looked to Slammo." Go get me some salt. I want to see this worm wiggle for spreading my name around." The tension in his body showed clearly that Avayl was angry. His long grey cloak weighted heavily over his shoulders. He pealed the right side of it back and thumbed his blaster. Slammo tensed up and Botho's tiny little tail began twitching. "Don't make me angry Botho." A voice from inside the ship came to them. "Why? . . . Because we're not going to like you when your angry? Huh?" A human stepped down the loading ramp of the space ship. he was in a pilots garb. Complete with sensory hook ups for neutrally linking with the ship. "James Caldwell. Pilot extraordinaire." He crossed his arms over his chest and stood guarding the ship. Avayl looked to Botho. "How many other goon-heads you got stowed away in there?" "Two more. Bounty and smugglers like you." James replied. "I ain't like you, human. Keep that in mind." His blue fingers pointed at James. The tension flared in a second. Botho slithered between them in an attempt to subdue the situation. "Boy's, boy's please. This is not how we do business here." Avayl pointed to Botho next. "I'm better than this, you nerf herder, and you know that." Botho stopped and an eerie slid across his lips. "Oh really." He paused for good effect. "Did you know that Cloud city is being attacked?" Avayl squinted his eyes at the Hutt. The words turned over in his head. He thought long and hard about what he was going to do. Then he fixed Botho and James with the hardest stare he had yet to muster. "Double the usual." He stepped inside the ship bumping shoulders with James as he passed by.
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Post by SnoweyShadow on Jul 28, 2011 23:04:24 GMT -5
The city streets were busy and bustling, as usual, various individuals walking down the alleyways and streets as they worked their way towards their ships or shipments. Not much had changed for this distant starport, its clientel remaining as seedy as ever while the vessels that graced its docking bays had evolved over the years. While the major players had all but forgotten these backwater worlds, Tatooine had once been a focal point and warzone; but now its importance had all but faded.
As the quiet alleyway seemed to spill out its final inhabitant, a slight cracking broke the silence as the man shifted his weight; appearing seemingly out of thin air. The sand beneath his feet had partially crystalized, the sudden pressure from his blossoming Force signature creating a small focal point beneath his frame before he surpressed it once more. As he stepped away from the small crystaline patch, his mind began to wander.
The Galaxy as a whole may have changed, for better or worse, but this place had yet to change a bit. He had grown up here, after his parents had left him, in the care of a family friend. The loss of his parents had caused him to all but forget his past, the trauma of the experience causing the young man to seal himself off to protect himself. Much had changed since then though, and little escaped the man's grasp or knowledge with the abilities he possessed. His trip down memory lane, however, had not been the reason he stood here feeling the weight and strain of his little display bearing down upon him.
The Aing-Tii had been hesitant to teach him, to accept him as one of their own, but his persistence and dedication to a different path had been enough to change their minds. Abilities of this scale, this magnitude...even for someone as experienced as himself, it was something that would exhaust one's body with the amount of effort required. The Galaxy had changed and his distance from his destination had required more focus...more than even he had expected since his last foray into a world he had left behind.
A small smile crossed his face for a moment as he realized he was spending far too much time recalling his past exploits; a smile which quickly vanished as he started through the small alleyways. The dry, humid air of the desert world clutched at his clothing and hair as he moved serenely through towards a small fountainous display not too far from where he had grown up. He would be left alone while he took the time he needed here.
He had come all this way, from out near the Galactic rim, for one purpose: to locate the disturbance which had awaken him from his meditation.
Approaching the fountain, the man stopped just before it and moved into a kneeling position. Much as he had aboard his distant vessel, the man took a deep breath and focused outwardly once more; his mind expanding outward through the Galaxy. While his location upon the Galactic rim had allowed him to be woken by the disturbance, within the Galaxy, closer to the Core; he would be able to pinpoint it should he be able to enter that meditative state. Out here, alone in the Outer-rim, he would get the peace he needed; especially given the number of other figures meditating or admiring the fountain as well.
He had another reason not to fear being found however, a unique ability the man had refined countless years ago before he had chosen his self-imposed exile. A deep meditative state utilizing the Fallanassi ability of Meditation of Immersion; before anyone nearby could even get a glimpse of the well dressed man, he was gone...one with the Force as his meditations took him away, the Force itself bending the light around his body to conceal his location as he moved to find that which he sought. A task which shouldn't take long, so long as he didn't get caught up in the events of the Galaxy while he was at it.
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