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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:05:16 GMT -5
Kayla:
::Ignoring him, Kayla looks around the area she's currently in, taking in all. Listening carefully to the conversations going on around her::
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:06:33 GMT -5
Deira:
Deira asks the force to guide her perceptions and spends time assessing the woman
[glow=blue,2,300]She is completely human, she has nothing out of the ordinary about her.. she's saddened by the death of her family and particularly peeved with Morgan's behavior, but beyond that it seems she is telling the truth.. [/glow]
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:07:11 GMT -5
Deira:
She turns to Mogan, "She's in this mess as much as the rest of us now." She smiles and extends her hand toward Kayla, "I'm Deira, I think you'd best come sit down."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:07:41 GMT -5
Greeloo:
Hello, I'm Greeloo, apparently I'm the pilot of this "ship". Our CAPTAIN is still in the cockpit, studying the sensor logs from those ships we all encountered, that was him you heard calling to Luuke. You've already met Mogan over there. He's my partner in the scouting company we work(ed) for. Don't blame him for being a bit jumpy. We've all been on edge since before getting on this ship. The planet we left, before being jacked out of hyperspace, went to hell real quick. Some kind of major riot broke out and some VERY nastiy folks seemed bent on seeing that we didn't live to leave the place.
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:11:09 GMT -5
Kiiayshkk:
"Arrrrraaaaaarrraaaaooou!" Howls expressively, shaking his head and keeps an eye on the tiny human.
Translated: "On my planet we have a saying, the sole survivor of a battle is most often not all they seem. Be wary!"
Moving back to the cockpit, ducking his head to get through the door, he sits down and buckles up for the hyperspace jump before watching the screen and how Greeloo uses the controls.
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:12:07 GMT -5
Kayla:
::Taking Deira's hand in her's in a firm handshake. Nodding towards Greeloo::
"Nice to meet you Greeloo. So you all have had some rotten luck as well, it sounds like"
:: She extends her hand to him as well. Glancing in Mogan's direction, with a curt nod of her head, in acknowledgment of him. Once again curious about the Wookies comments, but not interested enough to ask after them, she follows Deira to a seat::
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:13:12 GMT -5
Morgan:
Mogan just stares impassively at Kayla as she walks by. As soon as her back is turned to him, he shakes his head from side to side. Pulling Greeloo to the side, Mogan hisses into his ear...
"Did you hit your head at any time since we entered this ship?!? What are you doing, telling her all about us?!? She could betray us the first chance she gets!"
Mogan looked back at Kayla's retreating form. "I don't trust her."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:14:06 GMT -5
Deira:
She smiles at Kayla, "Kiiayshkk wanted me to introduce him and bid you welcome," she lies effortlessly. "As do I."
"Aye," Deira pulls Mogan aside at the next opportunity. "But then again, can any of us trully trust those they did not come with?" She sighs, "I've an inckling she'll turn out alright, but we will have to watch her. Being non overtly hostile might be a good way to find out any falsehoods. Sometimes there is no need to be so cynical."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:15:48 GMT -5
Kayla:
::Looking in the direction of Mogan, Kayla says::
"As if I trust you anymore then you do me"
::smilingsweetly::
"You might wanna try in the furture to be a bit more discreet, with your words. Trust can sometimes be a tricky thing now can it not?"
::Smiling at Deira::
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:27:26 GMT -5
Deira:
Deira smiles and tries to calm the atmosphere between Mogan and Kayla,
"We are all in an awkward position, but I for one would love to start thinking the best of folks? It works so much better than expecting the worse, there is good in all if you look at them right."
Realising her words have gone jedi-esque, and she is trying to maintain her disguise, she changes the discussion, "How long til we arrive?" she asks, "and is there a 'fresher in here?"
Kayla:
"Yes Deira, this is true. Although some have yet to learn this. ::smiling:: So what can I do to help out around here? I can't stand having nothing to do."
Morgan:
"I'm sorry, my mistake. Your just BRIMMING with trustworthiness." Mogan said to Kayla, his words dripping with sarcasm. "I'm not like some people, who will take a person's sweet words and take it as truth. I'm not so nieve." Mogan sat down in one of the chairs.
"Trust IS a tricky thing, woman. And until you can prove it with actions instead of empty promises, I think you can just sit here with the rest of us. Greeloo and the Mon Calamari have it under control, I think."
Kayla:
::Smiling at Mogan::
I don't expect trust, you don't know me, anymore then I know you. However, one would expect a bit of tact, if one is capable of it, I've been shown some are....
::looking around at the others in the compartment::
while others lack the skill.
::Still smiling, Kayla finishes her visual tour of the compartment they are in, crossing her legs in front of herself, trying to get more comfortable::
Morgan
"I know what tact is, and know how to use it. I just use it on people that I think deserve it." Mogan strecthed his neck, until it popped.
DM:
The claxon signifying th reivision from hyperspace sounds.. the mottled blue white streaches into star lines.. and then to the pinpoints of light and the blue-white light from the captiol system's primary beams in through the canopy.. Coruscant looms up in the viewport.. It's surface a seeming ball of metal floating in space. Lights dazzle the darkness of space as they wink up form the planatary surface.
The Comms spring to life...
"Approaching freighter, designation 'Delta Star' this is Coruscant AirSec Control. What is your destination and cargo? You are currantly not cleared for approach vector. Repeat.. What is your cargo and destination?"
There is a wing of fighters coming to look you over..
Deira
Glad that Kayla and Mogan's argument was interrupted, Deira considers their options. There was no way she could use one of their Jedi aliases, and hoped that Ickebar may once again have some strings to pull.
Greeloo
Moving back to the pocket rocketpit as the ship leaves hyperspace, Greeloo answers the hail.
Coruscant AirSec Control, this is the frieighter Delta Star. We're running empty, with passengers. Mercs bound to meet with Senator Organa in reference to the dissappearandc of one Padme Amidala. We're on our way to offer search and rescue service to the Senator.
DM:
"Delta Star" the officer begins " We have received no information from the senator about mercs coming from off world. Transmit clearance code now for verification and landing permission."
Kiiayshkk
"Arrrrroooooouuuuu!" Translated: "Who has the clearence codes? Step aside, let me transmit them."
Hurries to the console and hooking up his computer quickly attempts to use the ship's communication dish to remotely hack into the computer of the ground control and access the code they want - i.e look at the code they are looking to compare our code against and then enter that code.
Kayla
::Kayla gets up from her seat, and makes as if she's going to the fresher, but at the last moment however, runs towards the comm panel across from the holo table passing the wookiee in route, and quickly, types in a current clearance code for AirSec Control, before anyone can stop her. Turning back towards the others::
I figured you wouldnt believe me, and since actions speak louder then words.....
::Grins::
EDIT: Cled, she was actually closer.. and it feeds into a story arc..
DM:
"Delta Star" the comms unit comes to life again.. "Codes accepted.. welcome to Coruscant. You have landing clearance on the west landing platform. Senator Organa's personal shuttle will meet you there. Prepare to be guided in.. slave your ship to the AirSec NavComp, we need to take control to land the ship through the traffic patterns of the skylanes."
Greeloo
Roger that AirSec. Slaving ship to AirSec NavComp now.
Greeloo then closes the Comm.
This had better not be a trap Kayla.
Thinking to himself Mogan's surly not gonna like this development. DM:
[glow=yellow,2,300]There is no disturbance in the Force[/glow]
Morgan:
Mogan stalked over to Kayla, eyes glowering. He raised his blaster rifle, and poked it into her gut.
"What in blazes do you think you are doing?!? Actions DON"T speak louder than words, you stupid git! For all we know, you just told them a bogus code, and we're going to be met by a security ship and hauled in!"
Mogan's eyes were on fire. "Or better yet, you running over to the controls and entering in something, could've gotten you killed! What's to say that I don't blast you in the back of the head while your playing your little trick?!? Mogan brought his face within inches of Kayla's. "You think this is some kind of GAME?!?? You think this is FUNNY?!? Our lives are on the line, and your acting like this is some kind of pod race that you can bet on!!!
Mogan pushed off Kayla, and spun around, stomping away from her. He spun around one last time. "You want to play this game, fine...play your little bantha fodder game. But DON"T come crying to me if you get burned."
Mogan spins again and walks out, brishing past Deira and heading into the cargo bay.
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:46:00 GMT -5
Kayla ::Looking Mogan in the eyes:: For one, I'm not a stupid git...... two, if we'd waited any longer to transmit that code we would've been attacked, and three, if you point that blaster at me one more time, you may just get more then you bargained for. I have no desire to die this day, any more then the rest of you. I don't think this is some game, this is survival, and I would do it again. ::Her eyes narrowing, and bracing herself, she watches as he storms off. At his parting words she replies:: Like I would come to you for anything ::Calmly, to any that are watching, she walks around the compartment, working off her irritation:: DM: The ship passes down through the atmosphere, the clouds are a thick white and there are numerous megascrapers that tower even above them.. flexable turbolifts/anchors extend up to the orbital skyhooks. The traffic lanes are bustleing as always, but neat and orderly.. The angle of decent levels and slows.. and you touch down with a gentle thump of the landing gear on the deck of the landing platform. When you disembark from the ship.. there are 4 armed guards and the man in the image below.. He watches you for a time, eyes weighing the value of each in a fair but discerning fashion. His eyes settle on Kayla, and he smiles warmly.. nods and strides foreward.. Bail Organa: "Greetings, I am Senator Bail Organa.. I understand you have come to aid me in finding the senator from Naboo. This is good.. unless she returns shortly I fear we may not have the kind of votes needed to prevent the construction of a military acadamy." He looks back to Kayla.. "Well.. there is a face I didn't expect to see.. but am not surprised.. Kayla.. It's nice to see you again.. though.. the last time I saw you was many years ago.. you were just a little girl.. How is your father..?" Sralhyr *Sralhyr emerges from the ship after having cleaned the majority of the grease from his heavily tattooed amrs and face. As he made his way down the ramp, he retied his hair back into a ponytail. He wore a pair of Bantha Fodder Green loose-fitting pants with pocket up and down the legs, a Jedi Brown sleeveless vest (also covered with pockets), black mid-shin tall boots, a blaster holster and belt, and black fingerless gloves. As Senator Organa finished speaking, the Zabrak slid up behind the grouping of wayfarers that the captain had brought here. Sralhyr loved coming to Coruscant... the city, the busstle, the technology... it made his blood run fast and hot in his veins!* Morgan Mogan just had to shake his head slightly and grimace. There's more to this woman than what she tells us...and why am I the only one that distrusts her? Can't anyone else see that she's hiding things?!? How did she know a security code to get us in here? She's lying to us... Mogan looked at Greelo standing next to him. He leaned over and whispered to his friend "Now I suppose she's gonna want to be the leader." He rolled his eyes. I won't be taken in by your lies. he vowed to himself, as he looked upon Kayla and Bail Organa talking. I'll be watching you. Deira Deira, quite shocked at the turn of events, regains her composure, allowing Mogan and Kayla to vent their frustration. Catching Luuke as the others leave the ship, she states, "one of us needs to report, I'll try and arrange to get you passage." Walking outside, she becomes frustrated at Kayla's presumptious nature, and moves beside Mogan, who she guesses will be angered. She waits for Kayla and the Senator to finish conversing before speaking. Kiiayshkk "RAAAAAAARRRAAAAAAGGHHH!" Howls angrily a harsh wookie curse/empression of outrage! Storms out of the ship after Kayla after the others "GAaaaaRRAAAAOOOOUU!" "If you ever do that again I will personally tie you to the back of a sleeping hutt!" ... as he exits the ship, finishing that threat he spots the armed guards an quickly composes himself. Glares at Kayla, and then at Deira for not keeping a leash on the woman. Watches the others present closely tucking his data-pad away surrupticiously. Bail Organa Senator Organa noting that there are Jedi in the group frowns for a moment.. "Come, let's continue this in my office.. where we won't risk prying eyes.. things are not as you left them.. " *He motions for all to enter the shuttle.. and does so himself.. "There have been reports that the Jedi have abandoned the Republic, and taken up with the Sepretists. There are still those of us in the Senate that know this to be a contrivance. The 'Supreme' Chancellor has gone mad.. He is grasping at power like a mad man all the while thinking we can't see.. There are those of us who oppose him by voting against him and his plans.. but it becomes ever harder to gain enough support to stop him.. and now with Senator Amidala missing... I have 'Safe" apartments here, you are welcome to use them as a base of operations. Going back to the Jedi temple is unadvisable.. it is under guard and only "Officials" are allowed to pass. I will see to anything you may require.. when is it that you intend to search for Padme'? Incidently, I noted that some thought my greeting Kayla as I did was odd, Her Father Derrikk and I were best friends through out our youths on Alderaan.. Almost brothers.. I won't bore you with the long details but last time I saw her she was barely the height of a Jawa.. *He smiles* and quite precoscious too as I recall.. So Kayla.. how is your father? It's been almost a month since I last heard from him.. " Greeloo Her father is dead Senator. As for the search for Senator Amidala, we can begin as soon as you wish. Some of us may require additional equipment though. Like it or not with the current state of affairs the Jedi should, at least, carry blasters.[/i] Bail Organa At the news of Kayla's father's death, Bail looks like someone just struck him for no reason. "I am sorry for your loss Kayla.. " He takes a few moments to adjust. "Give me a list of what you need and I'll provide what I can." Kiiayshkk Hearing the good senator offer them supply quickly wrests the X5 translator droid over and howls: "Daaaaarraiiiiiooooooallllaaaarraaaaooouuu" "I require a BlasTech DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, and some spare energy cells and a comlink." Kayla Kayla follows the others from the ship after docking. At the bottom of the ramp she notices a well dressed man with several guards with him. Listening to the talking going on around her she continues to stare at the man trying to place why he looks vaguely familiar to her. Upon hearing his name, fuzzy images pass through her mind of a time long ago when she was much younger. She remembers her fathers words, spoken over and over to her as she was growing up. That if ever anything happened to him she was to go straight away to Coruscant, and to give the code he made her memorize. For there she would find help. Following the Senator and the others to the waiting shuttle, her eyes begin to tear, at his inquieries of her father. Before she can get her mouth about the words to tell him of her father's death, Greeloo blurts out the painful truth. Bowing her head, and taking a deep breath to compose herself, she thanks Bail Organa for his condolences. Morgan "Comlinks for those who don't have them would be an advantage to us." Mogan moved over to the translator droid. "X5, I want you to stick near the wookie for the time being. translate everything he says, so that we can all understand him, unless he says otherwise." he directs his command to the droid. All of a sudden, we're helping search for the missing senator. When all we wanted to do was escape that hellholle alive. He sighed. A perfect ending to a perfect day. he thought sarcastically. Mogan started to think back on the Senator's words. I wonder how safe these 'safe' apartments really are? Oh, and that was a nice line about why he 'recognized' Kayla. Trying to throw us off track. well, he didn't fool me. Deira Deira smiles, always hoping to find the best in people, and it seems they had finally found shelter with this man. It was common knowledge amongst the Jedi that he still supported them. "I thank you for your support senator, and we will discuss our departure together when we have had a chance to rest. As for equipment,"Deira shrugs, "I could just use a comlink if we are all to have them. And medkits and survival gear for those who don't have them would be advisable." Ickebar After not responding quick enough during the landing, Ickebar was letting the other members of his crew take the lead, but he began to see a reason for him to speak. "Thank you Senator Organa for helping us in our time of need." "However, I have a need to talk to you privately."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 15:55:52 GMT -5
Sralhyr
*Sralhyr steps into the transport with the rest of the group, and immediately begins looking around the city with the look of a child in a candy store. He listens to what Senator Organa has to say with little interest, until he mentions equipment that is.*
"I'll need a few more energy cells, and a thermal detonator or two..."
Kayla Listen to the others talk around her, Kayla watches the hustle and bustle of the busy world through the shuttle window. Wondering what is going to happen next, and what she's going to do. Deciding that the best course of action at the present time, is just to see where fate takes her, she slowly begins to relax. Kiiayshkk
"Gaaaahhhhaaarrooouuuu aaaarrraaaagghhh" "I don't suppose you have any Bowcasters handy Mr Organa." DM/Bail Organa
The shuttle zips through the "free flight" zones with a graceful tack.. seemingly avoiding most if not all traffic snaffus..
Senator Organa coniders the lists.. "I can arrange for comlinks.. the DL44 could be a bit more difficult as that particular make is illegal. Bowcasters.. I'll talk to the Wookiee delegate.. I am sure he can assist with that. Medikits and survival gear shouldn't be a complicated issue.
Thermal Detonators.. are you serious??? That is not even remotely possible.. those are strictly military issue. I can get you the blaster power packs though." Greeloo
I believe that the Jedi among us should recieve some "more normal" attire. Right now They stand out like a sore thumb.
Oh, yes. Senator I could use a Blaster Rifle, Perhaps a Sporting one if the standard is unavailable. And about 6 or 7 powerpacks for it. I'll need one of those medkits too.
Morgan
Mogan shoke his head in dismay at his companions.
"Senator...may I compile a list for you, instead of many people shouting out all at once for supplies? That way, we can better organize what we have from what we need." He looked over to Deira, catching her eyes and briefly flicking them to Kayla,then back to the Jedi. Speaking once more to the Senator,"Plus, I think we could all use some time to get better...acquainted...with each other." DM/Bail Organa
The shuttle nears the Oliocol Heights. It's a fairly upscale residential area not far from the Senate building. The Megascrapers here begin with shops, eateries, and the like on the "Street Levels" then as they go up they get ritzier floor by floor. By the time you'd reach the 2 thousandth floor it's in a price range that only those who are VERY well off can afford.
The shuttle docks toward the lower - middle of the 5000th block, at bay 5000.2.600.90 (5000th block / 2nd Tower / 600th Floor / 90th Suite)..
It is known that as the buildings decend beneath "street level" they become more sedate and eventually become low rent and "squater's homes" or worse. It is possible to decend to the planetary surface.. but such places are places even Jedi fear to tread. It is beleived that there are things on that level that freeze the blood..
"Here we are" Bail says matter of factly.. "I will see about the items.. I must take my leave before my absence is noticed.. the Supreme Chancellor has a sharp eye. You can find my comlink code in the computer terminal.. though your droid will need to use it's SCOMP link to access it. I will be in touch soon."
He turns and leaves you in this plesant appartment. Deira
Entering the apartment, Deira turns to her companions and nods, "well this place looks nice enough." After the she is sure the senator has gone she continues, "though if you're sitll paranoid, you might want to scan this place for transmitters."
Exploring briefly she looks for a lounge they can all gather in and a 'fresher. Emerging from said 'fresher after a brief period, her hair is neatly rebraided in two thick braids which fall either side of her shoulders, while the rest is loose. Heading to the lounge, she sits down and waits for the others to complete what they are doing, she then speaks, "Mogan's right, we do need time to get to know each other better, and there are certainly other issues that need to be resolves"
Sralhyr
*The Zabrak groans as the senator mentions the fact that detonators are only "military issue", and resumes his quiet nature. Some powerful senator he is..... Sralhyr thinks to himself. Once they are indside the lounge, Sralhyr makes his way to a chair somewhere well out of the way and parks himself in it.* Kayla Her eyes slowly traveling around the apartment, taking in everything. Kayla moves towards the far window, turning her back towards the others, but keeping her senses on high alert. She looks out towards the other buildings. Greeloo Finally feeling like he could relax, just a bit, Greeloo takes his turn in the 'fresher. Coming back out he notices the zabrack seated alone. Walking over to him he decides to and decides to make conversation.
"So what brought you to that hell-hole we just left anyway?" Morgan
Mogan awaits his turn for the 'fresher. Afterwards, he finds himself a spot near the door and leans up against the wall. He half-closes his eyes, and waits until Deira speaks.
"Thanks. I guess we should start with you, Kayla, as the rest of us we're thrown together because of necessity. You, however, we found along the way. You seem to know security codes, high-placed Senators...things the rest of us find out AFTER the fact." Kayla Not bothering to turn to face him, Kayla addresses Mogan
Why should I offer up information that you hadnt even bothered to ask me about. All you wanted was to accuse me of things, and point blasters at me.
::crossing her arms::
I had forgotten about Bail Organa, until I saw him today. It was long ago that I last saw him. I think I was around 5 or 6. As for the codes
::shrugging::
my father had me memorize them over the years. Telling me to come here to Coruscant, and use them if ever I got in trouble. This sure as hell seemed like trouble to me. Sralhyr *Sralhyr looks at Greeloo for a long moment before he speaks.*
"I needed a job and Ickebar had one for me. Fairly simple, I should say." Morrgan Mogan bristled. "Don't get all high and mighty with me, Kayla. That attitude about 'well you didn't ASK for it, why should i TELL you' has gone on long enough. You seem to not be able to view this from our standpoint. As soon as YOU came aboard, any problem that comes up, you seem to have a 'handy' solution for." Mogan held up his hand, and raised a finger with each point. "Handy access code that gets us through the security screen. We touch down, and you just 'happen' to know the Senator that greets us." He lowered his hand. "You don't think we have a right to accuse you of anything? The hell we don't. Maybe we wouldn't have to, if YOU didn't act all mysterious all the time. Instead of suddenly making a break for the console and typing in the code...probably would have been wiser to use you mouth and offer the code. Your damn lucky your not dead." He pointed his finger at Kayla. "We're locked into helping this Senator Organa find Amidala, whether we like it or not. So, get off your pedestel and start acting like your going to be a member of this team." Mogan crossed his arms over his chest. "Otherwise...there's the door."
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 16:05:07 GMT -5
Ickebar As the young Ickebar watches the others in contention he feels he has a duty as captain to do something.
"Excuse me people! If we are going to be working with each other, as it would seem, we need to quit accusing each other of conspiracies until there is proof of one."
"We have bigger things to worry about than a few ruffled feathers."
Ickebar waits for a few minutes for people to get his attention and calls Greelo, Sralhyr and Kiiayshkk if he is ignored to put the point home.
"Now then, Morgan, make a list of all the equipment needed to be presented to the senator and I want it within the next 20 minutes."
"Kayla, thank you for the help young lady, but I need to ask you if you can use your influence to get us a secret meeting with any other of your contacts."
"Tell him we have pertinent information that might help save all that we have."
"and in the future, if you touch the controls without permission, you will be thrown in the brig"
"Deira, I want you to act as moral officer and keep the crew from killing each other."
"Greelo, I want you to do a sweep of our lodgings and give me a full tactical report on what we can do to defend ourselves as well as avoid any bugs or other detection devices. Once Morgan is done, he will join you"
"And if anybody wants to tell me anything, now's the time. In particular any skills that could make our job much easier"
"Plus I can tweak any equipment we need if we get it now."
"Now any descenters have to deal with the wookie." Morgan Mogan smiled slightly at the Mon Calamri. "Okay then. I need a list of everybodies gear, so I can see what and how much we need to ask for." Greeloo
Hmmm. Wookie, could you give me a hand with the room sweep, while I check the tactical aspects of it out?
Hoping the wookie's tool belts aren't just for show, Greeloo begins a quick search of the apartment(s) they're in. Looking for exits, easily defendable positions and the like. Kayla
::Finally turning away from the window, and facing Ickebar::
I didnt mean to cause such a disturbance. I just felt it was imparitive to enter the codes quickly, and not have to argue about it with some. In the future I will restrain myself.
As for equipment, what I'm wearing is what I have. The clothes on my back and my holster and pistols.
As for contacts, I'll have to think on that one. My father had many, and I wasnt always privy to them.
As for skills, I'm a trained medic, have some skills at obtaining hard to get things. I'm also fairly handy at computers, disabling things, and being in the right place at the right time to hear and see things others dont want anyone to know about.
::smiling to herself::
I drive my father.......or should I say, used to drive my father daft
::smile fading away to be replaced by a look of resolve::
Deira
Deira smiles widely at Ickebar's command, noding slightly towards him. Responding to Mogan's query she states simply, "I've my blaster, a few energy cells for it and a few glowrods, they can be infinatly useful." She sighs, "I've only the one medpak left, and the only reminant of my proper survival gear is my all-temprature cloak."
She smiles, "I believe in being prepared, but after what happened on that planet, pretty much all of our supplies were expended," she nods toward Luuke and her wookie comerade.
"As for what I do," she smiles broadly, "I have a way with people, a half-competant medic and can ususally shoot straight. The rest can wait til we've checeked for bugs."
Kiiayshkk
... is wearing nothing but an all-temperatures cloak and a utility belt.
Watching everyone else seemingly use 'the fresher', wanders into the 'fresher and curiously investigates it. Noticing the X5 following him yowls loudly and hurls the droid out of the room before making use of the fresher and leaving it.
Checks out the apartment from top to bottom.
Sralhyr "I'll need at least three energy cells for a blaster pistol. Perhaps an acension cable. I have a comlink and everything else that I should need."
*Sralhyr shifts in the chair he is seated in and props his feet on another nearby chair. He interlocks his fingers behind his head and reclines back.*
"And why don't you just give the girl a break, she's had a pretty rough day as it is." DM The Lounge you currently sit in is 20 meters in width and 24 meters in length, It is decorated in the Early Kithosk style.. The walls are in muted shades of red with brighter tapistries and draperies. The colours are balanced as so to give a peaceful feeling. The divans are plush, and have thick cusions with an eye toward maximum comfort. The pillows are stuffed with nerf fur and are quite soft.
The other furnishings in the room are of exotic woods.. most likely native to Alderaan. There is a holostand for watching various live or recorded news, entertainment, and sporting events. A computer terminal with a SCOMP link port. There are plenty of plants in the room as well.. giving it a lively feeling.
The Fresher is in varying tones of white to grey.. It consists of a Water Shower, a toilet with a waste ionization field, and a water sink.
As for the rest of the apt. No one has bothered looking at it yet..
Morgan
Mogan rolled his eyes at Kayla's words '...and not have to argue about it with some. In the future I will restrain myself.'
What a bunch of bantha fodder. Yeah, that's a PERFECT reason to do it like you did. It's not like we were going to blown out of the sky THAT MINUTE. She's lucky she can still GIVE that sorry excuse, instead of laying on the floor with a blaster hole through her head.
Mogan went to each person, and examined their gear, and how much they had. When he got to Sralhyr, he spoke to him in quiet tones. "Oh, has she had a rough day? Tha's too bad. I guess she's lucky to still be having a rough day, for all the stunts she's pulled. She's been nothing but antagonistic and secretive since she boarded the ship. And especially considering WE are the one's who pulled HER ass out of space."
Mogan left Sralhyr before he could respond, and went to compile his list with the rest of the group. Once finished, he went over to Ickebar and handed him the list. "Here are the wants/needs of the group. I've placed them into two lists, one for things we absolutely need, and another list of things that would be nice to have."
Kayla
::Turning toward Sralhyr::
Thank you for your kind words, but I did deserve the dressing down I got from Ickebar. I shouldnt have circumvented his authority. I'm simply not used to having all my actions questioned so. I suppose though, I shall now have to get used to it.
Srahlyr
*Sralhyr sat quietly after both Mogan and Kayla responded to him without moving anything but his eyes. After a few moments, the zabrak stands, crosses the room, and places his hand upon Kayla's shoulder. He speaks candidly to her.*
"Sorry about your father. And don't worry about him, he's kinda full of steam." *Nods towards Mogan.* Kayla ::Feeling a hand rest on her shoulder, Kayla looks up to see Sralhyr standing by her::
::smiling sadly::
Thank you, I will sooner or later come to terms with all of this. As for him
::looking towards Mogan::
I don't really care. He can think what he wants.
::taking a deep breath to calm her tattered nerves:: Greeloo
I think that once everyone calms down from ALL of our harrowing experiences. We might just find that we CAN work well together.
And to introduce myself, for the benefit of those just joining us. *nods in Kayla's general direction* I am Greeloo, as you can see i m a Rodian, I'm also a scout and apparently I am our only actual pilot for the freighter (If we ever see it again).
Greeloo then continues to investigate ALL aspects of the apartment they're in, especially since he's getting a little hungry.
Deira
"We're in enough of a mess without malking it worse through arguements right now," the young jedi states calmly. "Now, has anyone checked this place for bugs yet.. then perhaps we may talk more freely in comfort."
Kayla
::Looking towards Greeloo::
Nice to meet you Greeloo, although I wish the circumstances had been different.
Yes, Deira
::Kayla nods::
I agree with you. The arguements are doing nothing to help the situation.
::With that said, Kayla goes to the fresher::
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 22:01:32 GMT -5
Morgan Mogan snorted as Kayla went into the 'fresher.
"Then why continue them if you feel that way? Oh, nice save with that comment, making yourself look better."
Mogan checks the list one more time. "Hope she drowns in there." Kayla ::Exiting the fresher, Kayla starts to walk around the apartment looking at everything. Checking out the other rooms, and such:: DM (The Architecht ;D ) The appartment is all the same style.. the dining hall is 8 meters by 8 meters and is in shades of orange. Darker on the walls and brighter tapistries and curtians. The Foyer is completely white.. it is 6 meters wide by 12 meters long.. and has a niche for a security detail.
There is an office in the back done in shades of brown and is 6 meters on a side.. the bedrooms are in shades of Yellow, Green, Blue, and the master bedroom is in Violet. The guest rooms are 10 meters on a side, the master bedroom is 20 meters on a side.
There is a kitchen which is also completely white.. it is fully stocked with all sorts of things, exotic fruits and Veggies from Abregado-rae, Nuna Chops from Naboo, Even some Corillian nerf stakes. Sarlhyr *At the mention and smell of real food, Sralhyr makes his way into the kitchen and begins looking for something to suit his appitite. He's spent too long in space and in seedy cantinas to pass up an opportunity such as this.* Kiiayshkk
Smelling the Nerf steaks wanders calmly to the kitchen and getting a plate, takes a few nerf steaks and plenty of vegtables, nuts and fruit and gets stuck into it - not having eaten for a few days due to fasting.
After having dinner he takes a long hot and then cold shower cleaning muck and gunk out of his fur and keeping his lightsaber close to hand on the bathroom sink near the shower.
Howls a few wookie arias while in the shower causing not only the drain to be clugged with wookie hair but also an un-holy aweful noise to emit from the bathroom (his singing Wookie tunes).
Dries off and then exits nice and clean, takes all belonging from the bathroom with him and puts his utility belt and cloak back on. Kayla ::Wandering towards the kitchen, Kayla avails herself of some fresh fruit, and vegatables:: Deira Turning to those who had not yet eaten Deira smiles, "I'm not exactly the best cook in the world, but I could make something for all of us rather than us all having to make something." Ickebar Ickebar looks fairly ticked as he sees his crew slacking up
"That's all nice and fine, but are we bug free?" He looks as greeloo, expecting an answer. DM/Tro Klen: Tro Klen enters the kitchen..
"There are no listening devices to be found in the apartment. We are it seems, quite alone." Greeloo I haven't found any bugs either, Ickebar. Excuse me. Captain Ickebar. I had the wookie helping, since he looks like somone that knows something about electronics. Not really my field after all.
Tro over there doesn't seem to think there are any. I think it should be pretty safe. *Turning to the wookie* What do you think wookiee? Are we safe? Morgan "Sure, Deira. I'll share."
Mogan began rummaging around in the kitchen. "What do you want to make?" Deira Deira smiles to Mogan, "Anything that can't kill you if its cooked wrong" Looking amongst what is offered, "Not that I recognise much of this." After a moment more searching she continues, "Ah.. I recognise the Nuna Chops, could be nice with some of the veggies and nuts eh?"
Turning to Kiiayshkk briefly she asks, "If you wouldn't mind double checking.. then after we have all eaten we can discuss matters more frankly." Kiiayshkk
Having already finished his dinner and now being very nice and clean he hooks his data-pad to the computer terminal and downloads a schematic of the hotel/apartment they are in - just in case they need to leave in a hurry and need to know the layout of the hotel.
Hearing that the others want him to debug the room:
"Gaahhhhhaaaarroooouuu!" "I'm a hacker, not an electricitian!" DM: There are NO Bugs.. this has been a message from the management...
Kayla:
::Finishing her meal, Kayla graps a handful of nuts::
::smiling at Diera::
::she munches on them, as she walks from the kitchen, and back into the main room, to curl up in a chair to watch, and listen to the others.::
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Post by Regrix on Oct 4, 2003 22:11:05 GMT -5
Sralhyr *Sralhyr returns his empty plate to the washer and then takes his turn in the 'fresher. He simply washes the remainder of the grim from his hands and arms with water from the sink. He had thought of showering, but there seemed to be a horrid smell looming in that area of the room... it reminded him of a swamp rat. Once he was done, he pulled his vest and gloves back on, and entered the main lounge area and awaited the "discussions" that were to take place.* Ickebar Ickebar cleans himself up as best he can with a sonic screwdriver, grabs some nuts as well and waits for his crew to get their buts in gear. Kiiayshkk OOC: ... checks the place for bugs... Kidding! Kiiayshkk Finishes downloading the hotel schematic and watches the other warily. Sits down in the corner of the room by the door, a bit behind where it opens in case anyone smashes the door down he can subdue them, but not get hit in the face with a door.[/i] Wrath of the DM: The Wookiee gains a Darkside point... Kidding! - MAYBE.... So you all now sit in the commons Lounge of the apartment.. what are ye doing? Deria Finishing up in the kitchen, Deira nods to Mogan and brings her food through to the lounge. Sitting down near the others, she waits for Mogan to join them, and then speaks. "Well folks, now we're assured of our privacy , we can talk relatively freely. Before we head out we need to be able to trust each other, or at least learn to get along so we don't want to kill each other, yet we must be able to be frank." She smiles, "we each have our own reasons for being here, and some may choose not to remain with the group now we have reached civilisation, if of course, they can get away with it. I intend to remain, only partly because I think it would be foolish to leave in these circumstances." Kayla: I also wish to remain with the group, as I have never been on my own before. I always had my father. As for the hostilities, I'm willing to let them drop, if another is willing to as well. ::Looks towards Mogan:: Sralhyr: "I go with Captain Ickebar. Sounds like it could fetch a good price though Cap." *Sralhyr regains his reclined pose, and props his boots upon another nearby piece of furniture.* Kiiayshkk: "Gaaaarrraaaaaaaarrrroooooooooooooouuuu!" He howls pitching in his two credits worth into the conversation. "I will assist this group because it is the right thing to do." He pauses for a moment "Aaaarrooooo!" "Besides, you will probably have need of my skills anyway." Ickebar: good show everyone, "Ickebar says with a smile on his face." "Now can somebody tell me what this was all about and why you were on the run?" "What happened on that planet, and not what the media tells us?" Deira: Deira sighs, "To know that, you need to know something else." ~They already know, or suspect, at least being honest about it may be more prudent~ Deira reaches into her backpack, to a concealed pocket in its base, accessible to only one side. She pulls out a metal cylander, its purpouse clear; it is indeed a lightsabre. Clipping it to her belt temporarily she continues. "As you suspected, Lukke, Kiiayshkk and I are padawan. We were there with our Masters on an investigaton. But it went wrong, we were seperated and they were killed." Locking eyes with Kayla she continues, "you're not the only one to have lost one you care about greatly this day,but some of us cannot afford the luxury of mourning right now." Turning to the others she relaxes again, "So, what about you?" Ickebar: Ickebar listens calmly and carefully and pauses before he speaks. "My dear, it appears that a great deal has happened in the last few days, and I do seriously believe that we have gotten embedded ourselves in something that we've only begun to scratch the service." "I am still fairly new at this captain thing, but believe that I have served us well and will consider to do so as long as I am considered fit for the job." "Let me put your minds at easy, that I am not easily seduced by the latest propaganda, and your actions speak much louder then your opponent's words." "My only question is can we trust this government official, and if so, where do we go from here?" DM: [glow=yellow,2,300] There is no sense that Bail has any agenda that would be harmful to the party. He very much wants to know what happened to Padme and is very much opposed to Chancellor Palpatine. That is the extent of his focus.[/glow] Sralhyr "No, I think the Senator is on the up and up with us. I get the feeling that not many here agree with what this Chancellor is doing." Deira Deira shrugs, "He's known to not oppose the Jedi, and he seems genuinely concerned for Amidala." She sighs, "But then again, he;s a politician and I can't even begin to guess at his motives." Morgan: Mogan completely ignores Kayla. Whatever... "Sorry to break up this little meeting...but I'm still employed, as is Greelo. And I think it's time for us to say our farewells, and get back to our jobs." Mogan started to gather up his gear. "I have a responsibility and an obligation already. I don't need another that interferes with the first." Mogan slung his blaster rifle over his shoulder, and moved to the door, where he stopped. "Coming, Greelo?"
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