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Post by Regrix on Jun 16, 2004 20:48:24 GMT -5
Mogan:
Mogan was irritable.
Damn leg...
He moved his leg experimentall again, flexing the mucles, trying to get back to his normal self.
He hears Ickebar come back to the ship, and hears the demand for a report. Report, my ass...I got a report for ya...
"Report? Well, I'm still wounded. How's that for a report?"
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Post by Regrix on Jun 16, 2004 20:48:51 GMT -5
Deira:
Deira wheels around to hear Ickebar's voice
"Nothing to report, Ickebar." She says calmly,entering the scene.
"Were you successful in your attempt to make contact?" she asks him.
She looks up at Mogan, thoughts no longer clouded by exhaustion... yes.. she had done the right thing...
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Post by Regrix on Jun 16, 2004 20:49:16 GMT -5
Mogan:
Mogan nods at Deira.
I wonder what she's like when she isn't so...formal.
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Post by Regrix on Jun 16, 2004 20:49:42 GMT -5
Deira:
While waiting for the young captain's reply she looks to Mogan, "Are you feeling any better?"
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Post by Greeloo on Jun 16, 2004 22:36:37 GMT -5
No luck at the bar boss? Want me to give it a shot. Greeloo grins (as only a rodian can) at his triple pun. I don't think they'll give me too much trouble. I could take along one of the "of age" jedi as backup....Deira perhaps, or Kayla's good with her blaster.
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Post by Kayla on Jun 16, 2004 22:44:06 GMT -5
Looking over towards Greeloo as she hears her name spoken, Kayla walks over to him...
"Sure, I'll go along with you. Beats standing around here waiting for something else to attack us."
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Post by Iron Bonny Shades on Jun 18, 2004 10:45:41 GMT -5
"Make it so", Ickebar say's. "Greeloo, Deira, and Kayla, pound the streets and find out where that princess left."
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Post by Iron Bonny Shades on Jun 18, 2004 11:16:03 GMT -5
Ickebar: "Contact was...unsuccessful," Ickebar says quietly, abit with padawan snickering in the background.
"She's been moved."
"we need to figure out some way getting close to her...and soon."
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Post by Iron Bonny Shades on Jun 18, 2004 11:16:25 GMT -5
Deira Deira looks somewhat confused at the Mon Cal's words, but nods nevertheless.
"Should we decend to the surface and try and meet the contact some other way?" She turns to Mogan, "I was merely concerned for you, thats all.."
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Post by Iron Bonny Shades on Jun 18, 2004 11:16:50 GMT -5
Ickebar "I think that's a good place to start," Ickebar says quietly.
"I'm also going to see if we can use the scanners to pick up on a organic target, maybe filter out her new position, if her signal isn't jammed."
"Meanwhile, we need to hit the street for any inklings of her whereabouts."
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Post by Iron Bonny Shades on Jun 18, 2004 11:17:08 GMT -5
Deira Deira considers this and Mogan's much earlier words. "If the entire place is as much a dive we thought; most of us don't look the part."
"I can manage a change easy enough, but some folk might want to remain here." (OOC any PCs without players!) Deira then moves to the 'fresher. Several minutes later a young human woman who would be in place in a city gang emerges. With a closer look; it is the same person who entered.
Deira's appearence is radically different. She is clad in tight black and green leathers, and her usually tidy and tied back hair, left wild and loose.
"Will I do?" she asks as she emerges.
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Post by Iron Bonny Shades on Jun 18, 2004 11:17:43 GMT -5
Ickebar "We'll it's certainly a start." Ickebar said glibly.
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Post by Greeloo on Jun 18, 2004 18:06:31 GMT -5
Checking out Deira's new look as he checks his blaster has a full clip....
Well, you should blend in nicely. I don't think my well worn flight suit will be too much of a problem. What about you Kayla? Want to dress down a little, before we head out?
Greeloo waits for Kayla's decision before heading out with her and Deira to try and meet the contact.
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Post by Regrix on Jun 19, 2004 12:12:31 GMT -5
Mogan:
Mogan looks surprised. "Th....that's a...thats quite a different look for you, Deira."
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Post by Regrix on Jun 19, 2004 12:13:02 GMT -5
Deira:
She smiles wryly. "We were taught to be prepared."
She looks around the group, as she fastens her blaster at her hip. "Now, who's coming?"
She reaches for her backpack, and checks her lightsabre's position.
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