Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 22:16:22 GMT -5
Deira
Deira locks eyes with Mogan, standing and walking slowly toward him, "and how do you intend to serve your employer without a ship? And with an irate Senator tracing you?" Her tone becomes less harsh than it has ever been in the company of the group, "Mogan, I don't know who your employer is, or if the goals are compatible or not, but you became involved in this mess when you walked onto the Delta Star, and I don't think its going to be that easy to walk out of it yet."
The jedi relaxes her gaze, and smiles, "besides, when this is sorted, you can go back to whatever it is you need to do without any difficulty and I doubt this will take too long if we do it right. We might not trust each other, we might not get along, but we're all we have right now."
Morgan:
Mogan shoke his head slightly. "Listen, I'm just a normal guy, trying to live a normal life. I don't have fancy Jedi powers, not do I know important Senators and the like that can get my butt out of trouble whenever I damn well please. And I certainly don't need to make my life harder by pissing off a more powerful person than a Senator because I stuck my nose where it didn't belong."
He spread his hands out wide to either side. "I'm sorry, but you got plenty of people in with this group, one or two aren't going to make a difference."
Mogan looked at Greeloo. " 'loo, your either coming with me, or your not. That's up to you. I'm out."
Mogan walked out the door.
Greeloo
Sorry bud, I'm stayin'. I, like the rest of my race, like the hunt too much to leave now. Post my resignation with the company IF you make it back to them. Don't forget to tell them where we left their ship. See how welcome you feel there after that. It's been fun. Safe journey my friend."
Deira
"Stay here," Deira's tone makes the suggestion forced. She places her lightsabre back into her pack, then swinging it onto her shoulder she follows Mogan.
Sralhyr
*Sralhyr raised a quizical eyebrow at Ickebar.*
"Captain?"
DM the Architecht
The halls of this Megascraper are long and rectangular. They are of contrasting whites and grays with a gray carpet. The hallway seems to go on forever. There are other apartment doors and turbolifts one of which Morgan has entered and deressed a button.
With the sound of a whoosh as air is displaced the door cycles closed and it is on it's way to "Street Level"
Morgan, we'll handle the cut scene for now via PM
Deira
Deira curses as she realises she is too late, there is little hope of her finding him, even with the Force, when she has so little to go on. She returns to the others, her delicate face sad, "I was too late," she states simply.
Ickebar
Ickebar waited a moment, especially after the prompting of his mate Sralhyr.
"Unfortunately, he has made his choice, as we must as well."
"We need to get ready, for I have a feeling things are not going to be ready."
"If any of you are going to follow Morgan's example, do so now, but realize that we have a much better chance of surviving together as a collective whole."
"Senator, I need to return to my ship in the next hour."
"We are leaving."
"Give us all information that you have on Padme's last whereabouts, and we'll do what we can."
"Also get the supplies requested so that we can continue our new mission."
"Additionally," Ickebar passes the senator a small datapad. "They may have a new ship type that is most unlike what we are familiar with."
Deira locks eyes with Mogan, standing and walking slowly toward him, "and how do you intend to serve your employer without a ship? And with an irate Senator tracing you?" Her tone becomes less harsh than it has ever been in the company of the group, "Mogan, I don't know who your employer is, or if the goals are compatible or not, but you became involved in this mess when you walked onto the Delta Star, and I don't think its going to be that easy to walk out of it yet."
The jedi relaxes her gaze, and smiles, "besides, when this is sorted, you can go back to whatever it is you need to do without any difficulty and I doubt this will take too long if we do it right. We might not trust each other, we might not get along, but we're all we have right now."
Morgan:
Mogan shoke his head slightly. "Listen, I'm just a normal guy, trying to live a normal life. I don't have fancy Jedi powers, not do I know important Senators and the like that can get my butt out of trouble whenever I damn well please. And I certainly don't need to make my life harder by pissing off a more powerful person than a Senator because I stuck my nose where it didn't belong."
He spread his hands out wide to either side. "I'm sorry, but you got plenty of people in with this group, one or two aren't going to make a difference."
Mogan looked at Greeloo. " 'loo, your either coming with me, or your not. That's up to you. I'm out."
Mogan walked out the door.
Greeloo
Sorry bud, I'm stayin'. I, like the rest of my race, like the hunt too much to leave now. Post my resignation with the company IF you make it back to them. Don't forget to tell them where we left their ship. See how welcome you feel there after that. It's been fun. Safe journey my friend."
Deira
"Stay here," Deira's tone makes the suggestion forced. She places her lightsabre back into her pack, then swinging it onto her shoulder she follows Mogan.
Sralhyr
*Sralhyr raised a quizical eyebrow at Ickebar.*
"Captain?"
DM the Architecht
The halls of this Megascraper are long and rectangular. They are of contrasting whites and grays with a gray carpet. The hallway seems to go on forever. There are other apartment doors and turbolifts one of which Morgan has entered and deressed a button.
With the sound of a whoosh as air is displaced the door cycles closed and it is on it's way to "Street Level"
Morgan, we'll handle the cut scene for now via PM
Deira
Deira curses as she realises she is too late, there is little hope of her finding him, even with the Force, when she has so little to go on. She returns to the others, her delicate face sad, "I was too late," she states simply.
Ickebar
Ickebar waited a moment, especially after the prompting of his mate Sralhyr.
"Unfortunately, he has made his choice, as we must as well."
"We need to get ready, for I have a feeling things are not going to be ready."
"If any of you are going to follow Morgan's example, do so now, but realize that we have a much better chance of surviving together as a collective whole."
"Senator, I need to return to my ship in the next hour."
"We are leaving."
"Give us all information that you have on Padme's last whereabouts, and we'll do what we can."
"Also get the supplies requested so that we can continue our new mission."
"Additionally," Ickebar passes the senator a small datapad. "They may have a new ship type that is most unlike what we are familiar with."