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No, I want to retire Vash'elie and go for a warden of the sky. FYI guys, it's a force tradition that has no central orginization and few members. Theyr focus is soleley to explore the space lanes and keep them free of dangers, so a pilot/hyperspace explorer is what I'm going for. I'll probably make him a scout 2/soldier 2, Combat role; melee, Ship role; Pilot, Social Role; ?.
Yes, I believe we are but it's Camris's call.
Wardens of the Sky I think the name is, it's a force tradition wich I am trying to find atm but basicly they get traits that chanel the force into unarmed combat. I'll tell you where to look once I find them ;P
You might drop a note in DM Barcas's starwars game if you feel like recruiting a couple of more people. Good players all, and I believe Barcas himself might enjoy the chance to play. I'm stil around but am on the fence regarding Vash. Her planed progression was directly toward the darkside/sith side of the universe. I might make a skymarshal maybee, a hand-to-hand force user, if I can remember where to find their talent tree..
Not at the moment no, I might change my mind though.. I've been known to do that. Smerg just resigned from another SWSE game he was a player in, so I don't think he'll be coming back anytime soon.
Vash looks up at the droid frowning. "Sorry, I missed that. Repeat." she orders it. Leaning over to Kol she whispers, "It's probably looking for docking permits or flight orders."
Vash'elie runs a diagnostics of the ship when theive landed and powered down, seeing what systems are cooky.
And then sets off the examine the damage heself.
Vash stops in her tracks on her way out. Standing there for a second of indecision she stamps her foot with a "FRAK!" and sits back down. "I'm telling you, when we land this thing I'm having a chat with our passanger. I'm gona scald his frakking ear off and make him eat it! With slug grease!" Still muttering threats and curses she trails off, focusing on her screens.
"Ok, I've got us still on course cap. We should get to Mining Post six just fine if this bucket doesn't fall apart or implode first." Vash breaths in relief, standing up she makes to leave the cockpit. "Now where's that brat?! I'm gona flog the bastard! Doc! What the hell did you do to those frakkin' kids?"
"Frak Cap! You know I can't pilot worth a damn!" Vash shouts at Kol as she makes her way to the navigators chair.
Raising her visor up Vash'elie rubs her temples and sighs. "Nothing yet. It's still prosessing."
soo... what's up?
Sitting in the cockpit waiting for the computer to upload the files Vash'elie is interupted in her impatient finger drumming by a curious child peeking it's head in. "Piss off! The cockpit is off-limits!" she snaps without bothering to turn around. A faint grin of satisfaction ghosts over her face at the startled sound of the frightened youngling as it scurries away.
Vash'elie pulls up the files and starts reading, imersing herself in them.
Bwaahaahaaa! oh, hells. Thats funny.. Scoundrel 5
Leaning back in her chair after holding her breath for a minute of stars streaking past Vash'elie gives a sigh as tension leaves her shoulders. "Hey Doc. Did we get a clear signal from the fleet? I'm thinking transponder codes for identification." Leaning back to her console she absent-mindedly pulls up starcharts to find a good place to stop for supplies. Her mind is drawn to the files pulled from the station and she instead pulls up her file and scans over it.
"Shit! Vash'elie hustles back to the navigational console and starts pulling up starcharts. "Where the heck are we going?!?" Unconciously she starts punching numbers into the concole. Smerg & Kol: Vash'elie punches up the course given to them by the darksider from the prison barge
"Oh crap... please don't be mandolorians." "The codes are definately military guys, I don't recognize them. Definately not republic." Vash'elie looks to Kol for instructions.
"Sorry Doc." Vash'elie mutters as she gently pushes the good doctor aside and tries to sort through the com chatter.
I thought it was beeing called on from Doc???
"Shit!" Vash'elie mutters as she watches the scanner. "Let me try to identify them." she says and sees if the fleet is broadcasting any transponder signals.
Vash'elie braces for the kick of gravity but makes sure the shields are up and scanners are clear of any intercepts.
Strapping herself in as the vertigo kicks in Vash'elie warms up the nav-computer and scanner and powering up theyr shields. Already calculating their exit trajectory in her mind as the computers warm up. Suddenly she feels a massive gathering of energy from space. Opening up to the force she can feel it as the space station gathers up energy for it's shot, time seems to slow down as the space station fills to capacity and seems to spit out the massive energy beam. The beam travels trough space, hitting the atmosefere with a bang and scorching it's way toward the ground. Vash'elie can feels it's heat through the force as it eats it's way through the air, hungry to burn, and travels down to the facility they just left. The resulting expolsion as the beam hits is clear in her minds eye. She can feel the heat and see the rising mushroom cloud of fire in her mind. The rippling earth and burning floura and fauna tingle in the back of her mind as every living thing in mile radious is burned or crushed, shockwaves tearing up the ground for many more miles as well. Shaking her head she puts the vision out of her mind and with a sigh turns her attention back to to the concoles, they weren't out of this yet.
With the mine removed Vash'elie stands to the side as the hatch pops open, keeping an eye on the monitor she waits while everyone files in and is the last to board. Slapping the close button she gives the all clear signal to Kol and heads for the cockpit, taking the navigator seat.
"Hang on." Vash'elie raises her arm as she reaches the hatch, "I'm gona see about that mine sir." she replies to Kol. Pulling off her computer interface visor she puts up her mechanical interface visor and fishes in her utility belt for her security kit. Taking a deep breath she sets to disarming the explosive.
"Passive at the moment sir, we're making our way across. It should be safe to open the hatch now." Vash replies as she keeps one eye on the screen and half-a-one on where she's stepping.
"You freaze on my say so. Understood?" Vash says sternly to the group. "Now, hustle!" Moving forward at a brisk pace Vash'elie keeps one eye on the readouts.
"Nope. No reason." Vash says distractedly as she taps away at her brace comp, seeing if she can shut down the mines.
"I found the frequency guys, now to seal it off and turn them off. Don't get off the elevator yet, they can be remote detonated if the frakkers see us." Vash'elie tries to isolate the frequency, gaining controll over it and shutting out the Black Knights.
"Oh, hells. Let me see if I can find the mines frequency. Maybee I can shut them down all at once, it would be a lot quicker than disapling them one at a time." Vash'elie sets a serch running from the stations main computer to see if she can find the frequency.
"Hey Doc. Got a med pack on ya? I'd apreciate some minestration before we head up." Vash'elie asks Doc Before they enter the lift. Calmly following along into the lift Vash'elie does her best to hurry along the turrets. "Remember. They've deployed mines so watch your step. I'm warming up the security canons so if we get traped they might provide enough of a distraction for us to get out." Staring hard at her screen on the way up Vash'elie puts a marker on the man who graffed the Grasshopper, intent on making him pay for his lip. When the lift reaches the top she pulls out her blaster and gets ready for a fight.
Her skin turning bluish in the cold Vash'elie gives a shudder as she moves calmly to the southern doors and exits through them. Making her way to Doc and Six as they buisy themselves ferrying the children through she taps away at her brace computer. "Hey guys. Nine minutes and change. It looks like the Black Knights are laying mines around our ship. And graffing it too, the bastards. We really need to install some security systems on the Grasshopper." Calling up the security programs for the station she tryes to find gun emplements by the landing pad to see if she can give the Black Knights somthing else to think about than making her life miserable.
Vash'elie will be fidgeting with her computer as they wait for Six to finish up, watching the upload, keeping an eye on the timer and seeing if ther's a security feed to the landing platform so she might identify the would be ship-thief. 'I need to upgrade our security systems.'
Opening up a com line to Six Vash'elie sighs into the mice. "You wana stop blocking our exit there sunshine?"
'Ahem..' Vash'elie gives a polite cough and points to the now opening blast doors. "Care to see if the welder out there is willing to stop?" she asks Kol. With a final flick of her wrist she sets the computer to uploasding every file in order of security clearance, highest first, and shrugs as she looks to the captain. "And don't forgett the kids.... Sir." she adds as an after thought.
Finally gaining administrative access to the systems she comands it to open the still unharmed blast doors and then sets up a remote connection to the ship, planning to upload everything of the databanks. "Nine minutes and change. I've got administrative access." she reports, sudenly noticing her teeth chattering.
"Just a few firewalls left. Comon baby, talk to mama now." Vash'elie doesn't look up as people try the old can opener on the blast doors and keeps at her work while keeping one eye on the timer.
"Is someone checking on those children by any chance? She asks as an afterthought.
"Ok, I've got autorized access. Let's see about administrative." Vash'elie contiues taping away at her comp, keeping a wary eye on the countdown she hardly notices what the others are doing as she imerses herself in her brace comp.
"Ten minutes and change." she warns.
"Network link re-established. Working on access." Vash'elie reports as she taps furiously at her brace comp.
"Check" Vahe'elie pulls off her mechanical visor on puts on her computer one, pluging it into her brace compt to sync she sets to improving her access. 1d20+10+2+3-2
"Check" Vahe'elie pulls off her mechanical visor on puts on her computer one, pluging it into her brace compt to sync she sets to improving her access.
"Eleven minutes plus people. Let's keep moving. You need help with that captain?" Vas'elie pulls up her mechanical interface visor and goes over to Col, seeing if she can assist.
Smerg:
Don't fogett Vash'elie's dark side points for accepting the assist ;) True. Single opponents allow us to focus our efforts without any distractions but let's not forgett the destinypoint spent on the encounter.
Vash'elie snaps Kol a look at his remark, unsure if he's making fun of her she sneers and nearly snarls at him. Calming when she realizes he's beeing genuine she follows over to the obelisk. "Does it have an interfece or a panel that looks like it can be pried loose? she asks as she gets near, eyes on her brace comp as she tries to draw up info on the ray shielding. "Ung. This bloody system is giving me nothing." she says iritated as she taps at her wrist.
Maintaining her grip on the thrashing beast was hard enough, Vah'elie couldn't keep the beast still. Frustrated she throws the snake against the shield generator, maybee she could diable it in the process.
Smerg: Darth Alia?
Lost in the flow of the force Vash'elie bares her hand in front of her in a gripping motion and brings them in front of her eyes, as if examening what she's holding. Through her forcesight she sees herself as a radiant becon of the force, holding the snakes head in her hands, looking at it momentarily she sees it's deformity, it's hideousness, through the force. Frowning she tightens her grip, "You have no right to exist!" she says through clenched teeth and flings her hands up, banging the snakes head against the ceiling.
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