Son spent the interim time between relinquishing the co-pilot seat to Tsu and arriving at Chandrilla lying in the dark on his bunk. Reading through his old journal All the while he would occasionally steal a glance to his lockbox containing his most closely held personal possessions. And sitting neatly in the center was a small glowing black and red pyramid. Casting an ominous glow on Son's face & mask as he relived old memories.
Upon feeling the Jaco drop out of hyperspace Son connects to the Holonet and types "Hey Yys, my ship and I are going to be landing in Hanno City in the next hour or so. I would love to get together and catch up if you have time I could bring some of my crewmates up for a potluck."
Son sent the message, making whatever the Kel Dor equivalent of grin is beneath his mask at the old code word from Yys and his old Hanna City days. Son just hoped she remembered that 'potluck' meant 'the delivery is here'. Son closed his lockbox and hopped out of bed walking to the cockpit looking to see with Rem and Tsu.
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
Klulvae's dream was inspiration, to say the very least. Having had a long chat with his old Jedi Master, Rashaak Qu... while swinging across the vines of Kashyyyk. Even that Sithwitch, Ashik, came as well. The discussions amongst the three of them were revealing, and he learned much... all in all, it was a successful "trip" for him.
The pull from hyperspace brought him about. He awoke without any hangover or ill side effects... rather, he was quite alert, quickly getting up off the floor. "Is this a blanket over me?" he muttered to himself, not sure how it got there. Hearing Rem-Jas's voice come over the speaker, announcing their arrival in Hanna City. We're already here, eh? I must've been out or much longer than I thought. His stomach growled, reminding him of his present state. He made his way over to the cockpit. Was this greed he was feeling, or did he just want his fair share for all of the trouble he went through? Uncertain, he felt to at least bring the topic up with everyone.
"So...." he said, awkwardly, uncertain on how to approach the current situation. He wanted to stay, but wasn't about to just ask. That'd be rude. "How does... this play out? We take our share of the earnings and go our separate ways?"
"Alpha, This unit will now execute 'passenger disembarking' protocol." The team coms crackle with the cold grating tones of the battle droid's vocoder. "Bravo, please confirm that there are no other designated crewmember duties which must be performed by alpha and echo units." There's a long silence on coms after that. Just as everyone is about to resume what they were doing before the robot's strange message interrupted, it's weird metallic voice breaks in again, "Bravo please confirm... Upon completion of 'passenger disembarking' protocol this unit will await alpha unit at the point of egress from this landing bay for further instruction on unit upgrade objectives."
Aevar stands, somewhat awkwardly by the door. After all, he wasn't sure where he is off to next. Of the tickets given to him by the stranger, the one for the Lucky Jako was the last one in the last wad of tickets Aevar had been given.
The last two times he received new tickets, he would be able to see the stranger from the ship as he disembarked, but Aevar could not see the stranger now. Is this the end of the line, or is the Force telling him that he must continue with the crew to another stop, not leave it here?
He would find out soon, most likely, was the decision he comes to, as he goes to ask the crew whether he was to leave them here or to stay until the next stop.
Ryyhwacca taps gently the shoulder of Klulvae. He seems ready to disembark with his weapons with him.
" We still not have the credits with us. We are going to stick together and I am sure we could use someone with your abilities. That's the same for you " he adds poiting to Aevar " I am sure that Son will find useful when you start waving your hands and all. " he laughs " What do you say? Do you want to stay with us? I can teach you how to fight!!"
For those who doesn't understand swryyyhwok it sounded something like that.
That is settled then! You guys are honorary members of the Lucky Jako ship if you are inclined to be so, after all it is a free galaxy! Rem answered with a Duro's smiling face.
We better get this credits wired to us and then decide on the next course of action. I personally wouldn't mind finding out what those guys were doing in league with that lady, but lets all get our personal com. sync this time so we can communicate easier.
By the way, any of you know who this "Alpha" that BC is talking about is? Tsu?
Grabbing his handheld computer, Rem, he then, inserts all credit sticks they gathered during their rescuing operation, adding the credits to his computer and then asks each of the crew for their credit sticks.
Here guys, everyone has a 495 credits payment, including from the passengers fees. Spend wisely! And by the way, anyone grabbed the Lady's credit stick?
Tsu scratched his head looking up at the ceiling, "It must be one of the new upgrades I put in BC. I guess I'm Alpha, you all might want to try and figure out who is who.....cause I actually have no idea how I programmed everyone in." Looking down at the datapad something did not add up,"Wait a sec Rem.....Is that dividing up..." he then remembered that the wonderful smuggler Son had taken said credits from the lady. "Oh uhh nevermind haha the numbers look good! Thanks for all your hard work captain!" He was about to pipe up but then remembered the simple facts of life. Finder's keepers. He would try to ask Son about it. It only seemed fair to at least ask for some of the credits. In any case he wondered about that pyramid thingy more out of interest rather than wanting.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Klulvae's eyes went a little big at the amount of credits he received. "495?! Wow. I can buy a lot of clothes with that." He bows his head deeply in gratefulness. "And thank you for having me aboard, Captain. I'm not sure where my path takes me, but for now, it is with you all."
In truth, Klulvae had seen posters of the city back in Coruscant, shortly after him feeling his mentor had died. He needed a place to get away and clear his head, and felt that the Force was pulling him to Hanno City. Perhaps this was the reason why.
Being so bad at math, Klulvae hadn't even noticed the 495 credits didn't include the 15,000 "supposedly" on Ashik's obsidian credit stick. A look of worry flashed across his face, because he knew that was at least 10 times more than what he had received. "Yeah!" he exclaimed, looking around at the "fellow" crewmembers. He recalled Son's frequent dishonest dealings he had witnessed, such as with the injured pilot, and remembered that Son was the one closest to the body. Both him and Tsussel were, in fact... another crewmember who had a host of issues that needed to be addressed. "Son? Tsussel? I'm willing to bet..." he holds up four fingers, "... 6 credits that one of you has that obsidian credit stick the Sithwitch taunted us with."
Tsussel merely looked at the Jedi then back to Son, then back to Klulvae. "Did you mean 4," holding up four fingers. "I mean sure if you want to lose 4 or 6 credits, I'll be glad to take them off your hands. Now listen I like you. You seem like a decent Jedi who isn't to worried about rules or getting into a fight."Yay us. "However I think if anyone had picked up an "Obsidian" credit stick they would have given it up to Rem, who we all trust to divide up earnings evenly." Tsussel, not knowing what obsidian was, felt that he had done justice to his crewmate. "Now don't be accusing your new crew members of anything sneaky that's a poor way to start off a glorious friendship." He gave the Rodian a thumbs up and turned to leave waving his hand as he went. "By the by Jedi you now owe me 46 credits!" Tsussel could already tell he was going to have alot of fun pulling pranks on the Jedi!
(Deception: 22 [Nat 20])
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Klulvae, if any of the crew has the credit stick it will soon appear, if it doesn't no one has it, unless you saw who has it and where it is kept, which might only show how forgetful we are. By the force, in honor of our new crewmate, I don't even remember how we got out from that NAr Shadaa ordeal...by the way Tsu, do you think Wizithe managed to sort things out? Last I remember she was being questioned by the Hutt.
Well, that doesn't matter, lets all grab our breathing masks and go to Jekk'Jekk Tarr, someone there surely knows something about or friends from Yavin 4, if the credits appear it will be a great thing, if not, we can get some more elsewhere.
With that said, Rem grabs his breathing mask from his personal compartment and starts moving to disembark.
Tsussel looked questionably at Rem. "Why do you keep saying Wizithe.....it's Wyz'Ith. Anyways I really didn't keep tabs on her outside of the saving my own life bit. I'm sure she's doing just fine. That purple Twi'lek could sell Bantha manure to a Republic Senator and pass it off as the new and upcoming aroma!" Tsussel had a bit of a giggle at that. "What about you Son? Have you heard anything about Wyz'Ith?"
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
"Bravo, please confirm that all disembarkation duties for alpha and echo units have been completed!" the grating metal voice cuts in through the coms. several moments pass and the robot's voice cuts in again "Charlie, please confirm status of bravo unit." As the rest of the crew goes on with their business the coms are quiet for several minutes before erupting in hellish sounds that might be best described as trying to forcibly send a wookie through a 56k modem. "Acwoananoo rhooroc rawhwa rrahrcanc! Acrac rawhro oowhwo cwowowh rhrcrahooo oorc oaacrarcanahwo huwhahaoc? Ah'howo rhwowowh aorcroahwhrr aooo rcraahcwo aoacwosc oowh oaooscc wwoorc aoacwo anoowhrrwocao aoahscwo, rhhuao whoo whoooh ohahanan rcwocakoowhwa!? Wawoanaora oarawh rooohu akanworacwo rroo oaacwooaor oowh aoacwosc? Ah acroakooaoacwocahufwo aoacworo scraro rhwo ahwh aorcoohurhanwo."
ooc: for those of you who speak Shyriiwook: "Hello boys and girls! Has any one seen bravo or charlie units? I've been trying to raise them on coms for the longest time, but no one will respond!? Delta can you please go check on them? I hypothesize they may be in trouble."
Seeing the topic of the credit stick so quickly dropped, Klulvae shrugged his shoulders. As BC-09 came bursting through the commlink, he shuddered from the awful noise. After BC-09 was finished, he furrowed his brow. "I think Echo was trying to speak Shyriiwook."
Turning to Tsussel, he asks, "What in the blazes did you do to the droid?! And who is Charlie? Or Delta? Are there more crewmembers I haven't met?"
It seemed to Tsussel that already the game was afoot and he didn't even realize the pranks were starting! Oh well, when in hyperspace shoot for the stars! "Oh you mean my amazing upgrades that I took from all the other droids we found. I didn't really know which ones were which so I put as many as I could into BC. I mean If you have the memory way not use it all right!" Seeing the frustration on the Rodian's face, Tsussel decided that now would be a good time to make a haste exit. "Tell you what Klulvae, how about I go consult the owners manual and I'll get back to you on that." The Jawa pulled out a small book that had a picture of a woman in an orange space suit, holding a pistol and standing over some alien like creature. Above her pistol in purple text reads The Bounty Hunter.
Ryyhwacca answers the com while the others chat about the credit chip.
" BC here's Delta. Everything alright here. They are just talking about credit sticks and that Tw'ilek of Nar Shadda, Wyz'lth. We will be joining you soon" he replies in shryywook. Then he starts passing respiration mask to the others for disembark.
"Well, I surely didn't see any credit chip on her when I reclaimed my throphie. " says the wookie regarding the credit stick. " But then again I wasn't looking for it. IT would be probably another lie of that deceptive witch. Last time I saw her, Wyz'lth was leaving one space port of Nar Shadaa with a Neturilian noble... " he pauses for a moment making sure that everyone has a mask " Are we ready? Our friend BC is getting impatient outside. I am Delta by the way."
[OOC; sorry guys job is being hard lately, taking me 35 hours per day, hadn't the time to stop by Discord]
Son had been staring at his datapad searching for then typing a message to a contact he once had with a Hanno City Emergency Dispatcher he hoped was still working and had heard a familiar name come up in the conversation."Wait are you guys talking about Wyzleth?" Son put his hand up to decline the breath mask.
"I swear to the Whills, I saw her name on a ship registry on Mon Calamari captaining a Star-liner."
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
Klulvae sighs, shaking his head on learning of Tsussel's reckless "upgrades". "Great. So we need to figure out who each of us are?"
A rare thought struck him, and he flipped on his commlink, addressing BC-09. "BC-09, please state the identification of each crewmember and their corresponding code name, so that we can know who exactly is missing." He looked around afterwards. "Because it seems like everyone is here." Who was he missing?
The battle droids voice responds through the coms, "'crewmember' Tsussel Isil now bears the designation Alpha, 'crewmember' Rem Jas now bears the designation Bravo, 'crewmember' Son Kol now bears the designation Charlie, 'crewmember' Ryywhaaca Nysshyyyk now bears the designation Delta, 'crewmember' BC-09 HK-0037 now bears the designation Echo, 'crewmember' Klulvae Chekhokuu now bears the designation Foxtrot, 'crewmember' Aevar now bears the designation Golf." After several minutes the droid's voice comes back over the coms "This unit is still awaiting confirmation from Bravo that all disembarking duties have been completed."
ooc: the last time I posted it was flawed as spam for some reason... possibly because of the repetitious nature of the droid's dialogue... possibly due to operator error of some sort...
"Huh, neat," Son grunted as he looked down at his datapad.
He drifted over to Rem and showed him the screen. "Hey Cap, I think I've found someone to help us unload our Cargo."
Hey Ply! It's been a long time! I'd love to get together to catch up. I'm free after my shoot tomorrow so we can meet at this (*) restaurant for dinner. our potluck. We can exchange stories and then talk business, Don't disappoint darling. (SW Universe version of Non-human Winky Emoji)
*Attached is an address of an upscale restaurant near the Hanno City Center Plaza.
"So we have that if you're free tomorrow. I'm going shopping with Tsu, but this a pretty swanky place want me to pick you up a suit? Also who else do you think we should bring? Cause we maybe not want to attract more attention than we already will."
Son spent the interim time between relinquishing the co-pilot seat to Tsu and arriving at Chandrilla lying in the dark on his bunk. Reading through his old journal All the while he would occasionally steal a glance to his lockbox containing his most closely held personal possessions. And sitting neatly in the center was a small glowing black and red pyramid. Casting an ominous glow on Son's face & mask as he relived old memories.
Upon feeling the Jaco drop out of hyperspace Son connects to the Holonet and types "Hey Yys, my ship and I are going to be landing in Hanno City in the next hour or so. I would love to get together and catch up if you have time I could bring some of my crewmates up for a potluck."
Son sent the message, making whatever the Kel Dor equivalent of grin is beneath his mask at the old code word from Yys and his old Hanna City days. Son just hoped she remembered that 'potluck' meant 'the delivery is here'. Son closed his lockbox and hopped out of bed walking to the cockpit looking to see with Rem and Tsu.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
Klulvae's dream was inspiration, to say the very least. Having had a long chat with his old Jedi Master, Rashaak Qu... while swinging across the vines of Kashyyyk. Even that Sithwitch, Ashik, came as well. The discussions amongst the three of them were revealing, and he learned much... all in all, it was a successful "trip" for him.
The pull from hyperspace brought him about. He awoke without any hangover or ill side effects... rather, he was quite alert, quickly getting up off the floor. "Is this a blanket over me?" he muttered to himself, not sure how it got there. Hearing Rem-Jas's voice come over the speaker, announcing their arrival in Hanna City. We're already here, eh? I must've been out or much longer than I thought. His stomach growled, reminding him of his present state. He made his way over to the cockpit. Was this greed he was feeling, or did he just want his fair share for all of the trouble he went through? Uncertain, he felt to at least bring the topic up with everyone.
"So...." he said, awkwardly, uncertain on how to approach the current situation. He wanted to stay, but wasn't about to just ask. That'd be rude. "How does... this play out? We take our share of the earnings and go our separate ways?"
"Alpha, This unit will now execute 'passenger disembarking' protocol." The team coms crackle with the cold grating tones of the battle droid's vocoder. "Bravo, please confirm that there are no other designated crewmember duties which must be performed by alpha and echo units." There's a long silence on coms after that. Just as everyone is about to resume what they were doing before the robot's strange message interrupted, it's weird metallic voice breaks in again, "Bravo please confirm... Upon completion of 'passenger disembarking' protocol this unit will await alpha unit at the point of egress from this landing bay for further instruction on unit upgrade objectives."
Aevar stands, somewhat awkwardly by the door. After all, he wasn't sure where he is off to next. Of the tickets given to him by the stranger, the one for the Lucky Jako was the last one in the last wad of tickets Aevar had been given.
The last two times he received new tickets, he would be able to see the stranger from the ship as he disembarked, but Aevar could not see the stranger now. Is this the end of the line, or is the Force telling him that he must continue with the crew to another stop, not leave it here?
He would find out soon, most likely, was the decision he comes to, as he goes to ask the crew whether he was to leave them here or to stay until the next stop.
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Ryyhwacca taps gently the shoulder of Klulvae. He seems ready to disembark with his weapons with him.
" We still not have the credits with us. We are going to stick together and I am sure we could use someone with your abilities. That's the same for you " he adds poiting to Aevar " I am sure that Son will find useful when you start waving your hands and all. " he laughs " What do you say? Do you want to stay with us? I can teach you how to fight!!"
For those who doesn't understand swryyyhwok it sounded something like that.
"Wrraah hhogrowh rhawherhhs houf houf. Raaahwuuhg hofhow howh whaggrrr. " He adds pointing to Aevar " Gwruf hoogw Rhow haaarrgh groohgw. howfhowfhowf. Wraahhhgg Wrrrruuunfhg raghhh. Wgurrraaoowwwowll!!"
PbP Character: A few ;)
That is settled then! You guys are honorary members of the Lucky Jako ship if you are inclined to be so, after all it is a free galaxy! Rem answered with a Duro's smiling face.
We better get this credits wired to us and then decide on the next course of action. I personally wouldn't mind finding out what those guys were doing in league with that lady, but lets all get our personal com. sync this time so we can communicate easier.
By the way, any of you know who this "Alpha" that BC is talking about is? Tsu?
Grabbing his handheld computer, Rem, he then, inserts all credit sticks they gathered during their rescuing operation, adding the credits to his computer and then asks each of the crew for their credit sticks.
Here guys, everyone has a 495 credits payment, including from the passengers fees. Spend wisely! And by the way, anyone grabbed the Lady's credit stick?
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Tsu scratched his head looking up at the ceiling, "It must be one of the new upgrades I put in BC. I guess I'm Alpha, you all might want to try and figure out who is who.....cause I actually have no idea how I programmed everyone in." Looking down at the datapad something did not add up,"Wait a sec Rem.....Is that dividing up..." he then remembered that the wonderful smuggler Son had taken said credits from the lady. "Oh uhh nevermind haha the numbers look good! Thanks for all your hard work captain!" He was about to pipe up but then remembered the simple facts of life. Finder's keepers. He would try to ask Son about it. It only seemed fair to at least ask for some of the credits. In any case he wondered about that pyramid thingy more out of interest rather than wanting.
Klulvae's eyes went a little big at the amount of credits he received. "495?! Wow. I can buy a lot of clothes with that." He bows his head deeply in gratefulness. "And thank you for having me aboard, Captain. I'm not sure where my path takes me, but for now, it is with you all."
In truth, Klulvae had seen posters of the city back in Coruscant, shortly after him feeling his mentor had died. He needed a place to get away and clear his head, and felt that the Force was pulling him to Hanno City. Perhaps this was the reason why.
Being so bad at math, Klulvae hadn't even noticed the 495 credits didn't include the 15,000 "supposedly" on Ashik's obsidian credit stick. A look of worry flashed across his face, because he knew that was at least 10 times more than what he had received. "Yeah!" he exclaimed, looking around at the "fellow" crewmembers. He recalled Son's frequent dishonest dealings he had witnessed, such as with the injured pilot, and remembered that Son was the one closest to the body. Both him and Tsussel were, in fact... another crewmember who had a host of issues that needed to be addressed. "Son? Tsussel? I'm willing to bet..." he holds up four fingers, "... 6 credits that one of you has that obsidian credit stick the Sithwitch taunted us with."
OOC: Insight of 18.
Tsussel merely looked at the Jedi then back to Son, then back to Klulvae. "Did you mean 4," holding up four fingers. "I mean sure if you want to lose 4 or 6 credits, I'll be glad to take them off your hands. Now listen I like you. You seem like a decent Jedi who isn't to worried about rules or getting into a fight." Yay us. "However I think if anyone had picked up an "Obsidian" credit stick they would have given it up to Rem, who we all trust to divide up earnings evenly." Tsussel, not knowing what obsidian was, felt that he had done justice to his crewmate. "Now don't be accusing your new crew members of anything sneaky that's a poor way to start off a glorious friendship." He gave the Rodian a thumbs up and turned to leave waving his hand as he went. "By the by Jedi you now owe me 46 credits!" Tsussel could already tell he was going to have alot of fun pulling pranks on the Jedi!
(Deception: 22 [Nat 20])
Klulvae, if any of the crew has the credit stick it will soon appear, if it doesn't no one has it, unless you saw who has it and where it is kept, which might only show how forgetful we are. By the force, in honor of our new crewmate, I don't even remember how we got out from that NAr Shadaa ordeal...by the way Tsu, do you think Wizithe managed to sort things out? Last I remember she was being questioned by the Hutt.
Well, that doesn't matter, lets all grab our breathing masks and go to Jekk'Jekk Tarr, someone there surely knows something about or friends from Yavin 4, if the credits appear it will be a great thing, if not, we can get some more elsewhere.
With that said, Rem grabs his breathing mask from his personal compartment and starts moving to disembark.
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Tsussel looked questionably at Rem. "Why do you keep saying Wizithe.....it's Wyz'Ith. Anyways I really didn't keep tabs on her outside of the saving my own life bit. I'm sure she's doing just fine. That purple Twi'lek could sell Bantha manure to a Republic Senator and pass it off as the new and upcoming aroma!" Tsussel had a bit of a giggle at that. "What about you Son? Have you heard anything about Wyz'Ith?"
"Bravo, please confirm that all disembarkation duties for alpha and echo units have been completed!" the grating metal voice cuts in through the coms. several moments pass and the robot's voice cuts in again "Charlie, please confirm status of bravo unit." As the rest of the crew goes on with their business the coms are quiet for several minutes before erupting in hellish sounds that might be best described as trying to forcibly send a wookie through a 56k modem. "Acwoananoo rhooroc rawhwa rrahrcanc! Acrac rawhro oowhwo cwowowh rhrcrahooo oorc oaacrarcanahwo huwhahaoc? Ah'howo rhwowowh aorcroahwhrr aooo rcraahcwo aoacwosc oowh oaooscc wwoorc aoacwo anoowhrrwocao aoahscwo, rhhuao whoo whoooh ohahanan rcwocakoowhwa!? Wawoanaora oarawh rooohu akanworacwo rroo oaacwooaor oowh aoacwosc? Ah acroakooaoacwocahufwo aoacworo scraro rhwo ahwh aorcoohurhanwo."
ooc: for those of you who speak Shyriiwook: "Hello boys and girls! Has any one seen bravo or charlie units? I've been trying to raise them on coms for the longest time, but no one will respond!? Delta can you please go check on them? I hypothesize they may be in trouble."
Seeing the topic of the credit stick so quickly dropped, Klulvae shrugged his shoulders. As BC-09 came bursting through the commlink, he shuddered from the awful noise. After BC-09 was finished, he furrowed his brow. "I think Echo was trying to speak Shyriiwook."
Turning to Tsussel, he asks, "What in the blazes did you do to the droid?! And who is Charlie? Or Delta? Are there more crewmembers I haven't met?"
It seemed to Tsussel that already the game was afoot and he didn't even realize the pranks were starting! Oh well, when in hyperspace shoot for the stars! "Oh you mean my amazing upgrades that I took from all the other droids we found. I didn't really know which ones were which so I put as many as I could into BC. I mean If you have the memory way not use it all right!" Seeing the frustration on the Rodian's face, Tsussel decided that now would be a good time to make a haste exit. "Tell you what Klulvae, how about I go consult the owners manual and I'll get back to you on that." The Jawa pulled out a small book that had a picture of a woman in an orange space suit, holding a pistol and standing over some alien like creature. Above her pistol in purple text reads The Bounty Hunter.
Cover of "Manual"
Ryyhwacca answers the com while the others chat about the credit chip.
" BC here's Delta. Everything alright here. They are just talking about credit sticks and that Tw'ilek of Nar Shadda, Wyz'lth. We will be joining you soon" he replies in shryywook. Then he starts passing respiration mask to the others for disembark.
"Well, I surely didn't see any credit chip on her when I reclaimed my throphie. " says the wookie regarding the credit stick. " But then again I wasn't looking for it. IT would be probably another lie of that deceptive witch. Last time I saw her, Wyz'lth was leaving one space port of Nar Shadaa with a Neturilian noble... " he pauses for a moment making sure that everyone has a mask " Are we ready? Our friend BC is getting impatient outside. I am Delta by the way."
[OOC; sorry guys job is being hard lately, taking me 35 hours per day, hadn't the time to stop by Discord]
PbP Character: A few ;)
Son had been staring at his datapad searching for then typing a message to a contact he once had with a Hanno City Emergency Dispatcher he hoped was still working and had heard a familiar name come up in the conversation."Wait are you guys talking about Wyzleth?" Son put his hand up to decline the breath mask.
"I swear to the Whills, I saw her name on a ship registry on Mon Calamari captaining a Star-liner."
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
Klulvae sighs, shaking his head on learning of Tsussel's reckless "upgrades". "Great. So we need to figure out who each of us are?"
A rare thought struck him, and he flipped on his commlink, addressing BC-09. "BC-09, please state the identification of each crewmember and their corresponding code name, so that we can know who exactly is missing." He looked around afterwards. "Because it seems like everyone is here." Who was he missing?
The battle droids voice responds through the coms, "'crewmember' Tsussel Isil now bears the designation Alpha, 'crewmember' Rem Jas now bears the designation Bravo, 'crewmember' Son Kol now bears the designation Charlie, 'crewmember' Ryywhaaca Nysshyyyk now bears the designation Delta, 'crewmember' BC-09 HK-0037 now bears the designation Echo, 'crewmember' Klulvae Chekhokuu now bears the designation Foxtrot, 'crewmember' Aevar now bears the designation Golf." After several minutes the droid's voice comes back over the coms "This unit is still awaiting confirmation from Bravo that all disembarking duties have been completed."
ooc: the last time I posted it was flawed as spam for some reason... possibly because of the repetitious nature of the droid's dialogue... possibly due to operator error of some sort...
The wookiee smiles and look with satisfactio to the others. He loves to win and he was right on his code designation.
"We should go and disembark" he adds
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"Huh, neat," Son grunted as he looked down at his datapad.
He drifted over to Rem and showed him the screen. "Hey Cap, I think I've found someone to help us unload our Cargo."
Hey Ply! It's been a long time! I'd love to get together to catch up. I'm free after my shoot tomorrow so we can meet at this (*) restaurant for dinner. our potluck. We can exchange stories and then talk business, Don't disappoint darling. (SW Universe version of Non-human Winky Emoji)
*Attached is an address of an upscale restaurant near the Hanno City Center Plaza.
"So we have that if you're free tomorrow. I'm going shopping with Tsu, but this a pretty swanky place want me to pick you up a suit? Also who else do you think we should bring? Cause we maybe not want to attract more attention than we already will."
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)