I am Arue. - the soldier replies, shaking his hand with a smile - Glad we're finally taking off. Who cares about naming ships!
She leans down.
At the end of the day, it's just a machine... Means to an end. And right now, it's getting out of here!
Maya responds to the designation query This ship has no designation. We don't need the Empire able to track us.
As you clear the shuttle bay the coordinates indicate that your destination will require jumping to hyperspace when you are far enough from the shuttle.
The dug and Robbidon are able to ensure that the ship will arrive to the coordinates in 2 days.
Feel Free to RP a bit.
Lak stretches once they get underway. Glancing around he notes the location of the other travelers.
Turning to Lem Tin tip, why don't you have a restraining bolt?
not waiting for an answer, Robb where'd you learn to pilot tin cans like this one? I started on airspeeders about the time I could walk. Ships have been an upgrade that's for sure.
Hutt's don't take kindly to you ruining their stuff though. Or atleast not without consequences.
"Taim & Bak MS-2B twin lasers... nice..." Rufus tears himself away from the specs of the freighter's weapons to meet this strange collection of beings he ended up with.
He gives Robbidon a grin, sharing an appreciation for ships and the means with which to blow them up.
When Arue mentions that starships are mere machines, he scoffs and gets serious for a rare moment. "Just machines? Are you kidding? They're works of art, engineering, and technology combined to make something... greater than just their component parts. You're relying on them to get you where you're going, and to keep you alive in the most inhospitable conditions in the Galaxy. You'd better treat your ship like more than just a machine; your life depends on it."
Christon smiles at the concept of "more than machines". His hand goes to his belt, and he gently touches his saber hilt. Glad that he hasn't had the need to use it, he focuses on bracing himself for the taking off.
Relaxing now that the ship is moving and the dark side source is going further and further away dreams looks around to the others.
Anyone up for a tour, I have never been on one of these classes before.
Finally relaxing after the squeeze of g-forces at launch, Kol breathed a sigh of relief. Clicking free of his restraining belt, he stretched and went back into the ships passageways.
Anyone up for a tour, I have never been on one of these classes before.
"Yeah, we better check the food, fuel, and other consumables. Don't want to have to come back to that station." Kol said.
Pretty basic ship. Easily modified and decent hauler. Used to run one as a patrol ship once we armed her up a bit. THat was until.....anyways that's the past. I do want one of these again though. Might just jury rig it a bit. Lak muses to himself as he joins Kol to check t he supplies.
Robb where'd you learn to pilot tin cans like this one? I started on airspeeders about the time I could walk. Ships have been an upgrade that's for sure.
Hutt's don't take kindly to you ruining their stuff though. Or atleast not without consequences.
Robbidon chuckles, giving a knowning nod, "No Hutts for me. Never actually met one, to be honest. I grew up on Kuat, practially in the Shipyards. My father was a hell of a pilot and an even better engineer. Ship-builder. Had me sitting in a cockpit by the time I was ten, and I could fly a Neimoidian Shuttle before I turned twelve. Great childhood..."
The Kuat native trails off, a momentarily distant look in his eyes that the dark-haired pilot visibly shakes off before he looks back down at the controls and flips on the auto-pilot function.
Removing his headset, Robb heads back to the common area, running his fingers through his hair and saying, "Ok. Howsaobut some answers now, huh? Where's Maya? We really need to know what the hell is going on here, now that we've officially pissed of some Imperial types..."
"...now that we've officially pissed of some Imperial types..."
"Heh, story of my life..."
Rufus follows along on the tour/exploration of the ship, familiarizing himself with the various specs.
"Won't be a very long story you keep that up," Rufus adds to Christon's statement about pissing off the Imperials.
I whole heartedly agree that pissing off the imperials is bad.
After all, thats how I got these scars.
They gunned me down when I was a kid
He points at the scars on his chest
Hearing Lem's comment, Lak realizes he must have missed its first comment to him. Yes the Hutts are all criminals and mobsters. DOn't ask it was a venture that was good while it lasted that's for sure. It just left me skeedling out of there on the nearest ship when things went bad.
A hearty laugh is the response to this question. It has left them upset with me and they have set a bounty of several hundred creds on my head but they really want me to come back alive for "judgement." If I decide to repay what they accuse me of losing then the bounty will be removed in theory. again the laughter peals out from the small humanoid. How about you copper bottom, what's your line?
As the group finishes their conversations their ship comes out of hyperspace and in front of it is a larger ship. A voice on the broadcast system informs the crew that they are cleared for landing.
Maya looks up, weary yet happy. We are here. You best be on your best behavior.
END ACT 1
A completely normal (and not mischievous at all) grin touches Rufus' face. "Oh, absolutely. I'm the very model of discretion."
Hearing the hyperdrive tone spooling down, and the thump of returning to normal space, Kol took a look outside a viewport.
"What the frakk..." He started to say as the shadow of a much larger ship started occluding the stars ahead.
Fearing the worse, Christon goes and has a look, wondering if he's going to find an Imperial Destroyer.
Looking out the viewport, Dreams cannot make out the design of the ship they are headed to.
What make of ship is that he asks.
"Whoa. She's a beauty, that's what she is..." Robbidon says, eyes widening as he looks out through the cockpit windows.
It looks like a non descript freighter. Once everyone is on board, it too enters hyperspace, in a way that is going to confuse those who might be following, if anyone is.
A day later you arrive at a beautiful planet. The planet is vibrant and green. A small shuttle takes you and Maya down to the surface.
Kol looked around curiously.
"This is a nice place lady; what's it called?" He asked aloud.
"I love your recruitment technique: piss off some stormtroopers in a bar, and whoever decides to hightail it out of there with you is invited to your planet. Where are we, exactly?" he asks Maya.
Angalactic lore check can help identify.
Lem recognizes the planet as Alderaan.
Rufus folds his arms, frowning. He'd not heard of Alderaan, most likely because there hadn't been any starcraft he was aware of that had been manufactured there. The planet looked pretty from a distance, though.
Once on the planet, the place seemed even nicer. Big mountains, diverse biosphere.
"So, you brought us here. What next?" he asks.
Out of one fire into another flame. Guess I can hurt myself for jumping from my ego to my intelligence level on this one. Lak thinks as they board the freighter.
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Later, when they disembark to the planet, Lak looks around the area to see what kinds of ships are there and what are the most common races seen. If i know the humanoids kinds and the ships I may be able to figure out where we are likely to be. He thinks
Upon landing, Dreams relaxes and starts to play tourist, while they look around the place.
Glad that we were able to shake the bucketheads, hopefully we don't draw their attention again.
Alderaan. - Arue says, unimpressed as she looks around - Looks busy. What are we doing here?
The soldier speaks with an almost monotone rhythm. Her weapons are visible, but stowed, and the way she dresses and speaks sound as if she's fully licensed and trained to use them.
The group is quickly taken to a land transport. The shuttle bay being busy with ships and races of all kinds busily about their business.
In short order the group is taken to a large palace and told to make themselves comfortable.
Shortly,. The doors to the Grand Hall open, and in strides a middle-aged man
who has a well-kept goatee and is wearing Senatorial robes. Easily
recognizable as Bail Organa, he smiles and nods to the servants
before turning to you. “Welcome to Alderaan,” he says. “I had hoped we might meet under more pleasant circumstances, but
unfortunately the Empire makes almost everything unpleasant. Still,
I am glad to see that the . . . difficulties at the spaceport above
Brentaal didn’t impede you too much.
“ I’ve asked you to join me today because the agents of mine that
you rescued seem to think you can be trusted. Since you worked
hard to help them, I believe I can put my faith in you as well. I have
a task that needs to be completed, but unfortunately my status as a
Senator prevents me from taking care of it myself, or even from
sending someone directly associated with the Royal Family.
“The planet Felucia was ravaged during the Clone Wars, but once
the fighting was over, the Empire set up a permanent facility on the
world. Nothing large—just a small garrison where they could keep
prisoners out of the way. Some months ago, I was contacted by an
Imperial Admiral who was disillusioned with the way the Empire had
twisted the once-great Republic, and he began feeding me sensitive
information. A little over a week ago, that communication stopped.
My agents tell me that the Admiral has been taken to Felucia, where
he is being held against his will. I’d like you to learn what has
become of him, and rescue him if you can.”
Muttering quietly in catharese
Damn, we got to go sneak into an buckethead site and get out. This will not end well
Sir, I understand what you are asking, but what kind of support would we have if we agreed.
I'm sure you'll cover costs but what is our gain?
“ I’ve asked you to join me today because the agents of mine that you rescued seem to think you can be trusted.
Rufus stifles a laugh.
Since you worked hard to help them, I believe I can put my faith in you as well.
Rufus covers his laugh with a cough.
Still, he listens to the job offered by the senator and considers it. He was out of work, and pretty much blacklisted by the Empire for any sort of pilot work. But being an outright outlaw? He wasn't sure he was ready for that.
Though if they could be sneaky enough, maybe the Empire wouldn't find out.
[b]"I love a good rescue. What's it pay, and more importantly, what starship will we be using?"
"Felucia..." Christon tries to recall where the planet is located.
He stays silent, listening to what the Senator has to say. He will need more than money to accept the mission, but surely Senator Organa has the means to provide that as well. Christon only needs to speak in private with him.
Kol's lips twisted, about to burst out with some cutting comment; but he resisted. This was an opportunity; maybe he could change his luck. Couldn't get worse could it?
He nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I'm in."
After listening to Kol replies he's in, Lak reiterates his earlier comment I'm sure you'll cover costs but what is our gain?Snubbing the empire is fun but it doesn't put food in my belly or creds in my pocket.
It could also very well be a trap. This admiral could be some sort of... Triple agent? Trying to attract to their den people which could lead them to you? Not that we'd have any useful intel.
Rufus glances at Arue. "That's why he's sending us, then."
Manny questions without an answer, Christon has to agree.
"Felucia, huh?" Robbidon leans against the wall and strokes his chin in a classic 'I'm considering it' posture. He glances over at Lemm, shrugging then asks, "S'okay...you KNOW that we aren't a military unit, right? We barely even know each other..."
He nods at Rufus' question about the ship, adding his voice to the request, "Yeah. What about that? What are we flying in there...and what's in it for us?"