"Well then it seems we have an accord" the ithorian smiles and slides a data pad over toward Rem, Ryy, and Aevar. "If you'd be so kind as to provide an address where you can be contacted by holo message for further instructions and an account number to which your funds can be transferred upon completion of the job our business for today will be concluded." Rem hurriedly punches in the necessary information and slides the data pad back toward the ithorian. "Very good then gentlemen you should be receiving further instructions within the next 24 hours." the ithorian says as he tucks the data pad into a satchel and rises before turning and walking out of the bar.
Outwardly Ply sat politely and listened to his old and new friend discuss the dangers of the trade that he already knew all too well. He heard Yys express concern for his capabilities and his safety. He senses that Kluvae tries and divine the dangers and express the same concern, all the while he felt something try and bubble up. It started as a merely warm spot in his chest, that grew hotter and heavier as his friends continued.
It was an old feeling, in-touch with a rage long buried and a pain long ignored. It dredged up memories and feeling that he had tried to forget all his life. He soon heard its familiar voice, How dare they question me? How dare she Pity me! How dare she of all people Doubt my commitment! I am in Control! I am Always in Control! Don’t they know who I am! I’m-
Ply blinked from behind his goggles, surprised for a moment to see both Kluvae and Yys looking at him. He looked between the two and realized they were expecting him to speak. He released the hand that had begun gripping onto the bottom of his seat.
“Ahem, Thank you for your insight Kluvae. And thank you for your concern,” Ply said turning to the actress, “But no offense after all these if I’ve learned one thing is that Luck is Bantha Poodoo. You survive in my line of work because you're good at it.” he noticed that his hand under the table was shaking slightly and he grabbed it to calm it, "And trust me,”he stated nodding to the near empty bottle “Like a fine Corellian Brandy I’ve only gotten better with age.” With that Ply stands up, back straight and back to business.
“How does a nice round 650 units sound, I assume the Hanno City Police are still tacitly permitting the same street level import in the Bondion District?" Ply asked straitening his uniform and referencing a better off area of the city that had typically been an easy place for him to distribute to dealers that sold to the rich, young, and dumb of the neighborhoods.
Ply pulls out a datapad from his breast pocket and placed it on the table nearby Yys after keying into it for a moment., "This should have all the information your associates may need. They will tell me where to make the drop-off." He looks Yys in the eyes for a moment before turning and looking over his shoulder at Kluvae. "Come on, I have a feeling we will have our next mission by the time we get back."
He pauses, “Yys, I am proud of everything you’ve done… really. I’ll try and make sure that it's not so long next time."
Yys nods slowly; the forced smile on the quarren's face thaws into something softer and more genuine, albeit perhaps somewhat resigned, as they consider Ply's confident words. "Of course, forgive me Ply dear," As they rise Yys smile warms further, "troubled by old fears I suppose, my apologies. Of course I will pass this on to my associates and you're funds will be transferred within the hour old friend." Yys waves as Ply and Klulvae start to leave she calls after them, her former celebrity manner fully returned, "Until we meet again darlings, thank you."
Klulvae's brow furrows and he blinks a few times, but says nothing more. It's his call, not your own. You're just here to protect and provide insight when needed.
With that, he excuses himself, smiling and bowing himself to Yys before following closely behind Son. Storm clouds were on the horizon, and he couldn't afford to question either of their actions.
Ply doesn't say anything until they leave the Restaurant. He cracks his neck and then looks down, "That was harder than I thought," he says softly.
"Well! Let's get going!" Sons says perking up and turning in whichever direction the ship is. "We gotta let the crew know we still need a way to offload another 46,005 units."
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
Rem, Ryywhaaca, and Aevar are the first to arrive back at the hangar bay where the Lucky Jakko is parked. Rem goes to open the door but finds it locked. he tries it again and a third time, but with no variation in the initial result. He scratches his head, "It's locked..." he states flatly. As the duros, wookie, and mirluka stand there wondering what it could mean and what to do about it Son and Klulvae come walking up the street dressed in all their finery. "Door's locked chubba," the captain states in a flat somewhat puzzled tone, as the other two crew members approach.
Klulvae scans the area around them, suspicious of foul play and a potential trap. The ominous dread he felt earlier in regards to their illicit trade deal certainly didn't ease his mind, and he was on edge. Instead of finding foul play, he instead picked up the easily recognizable footsteps of BC-9. He assumed the other footsteps were Tsussel's and sighed. "It's the jawa and BC. They're inside, for whatever reason." Bringing on his commlink, he pages Tsussel and BC, "Hey, Echo and Alpha, this is Foxtrot." He's amazed he still remembers their codenames. "We're outside the Lucky Jakko, so let us in!"
For several moments the comms remain silent. then suddenly they crackle to life; BC-09 HK-0037's high keening modem-like voice fills the com channel, "Preliminary scans indicate the area is secure. Releasing docking bay door locks now. All units bearing 'crewmember' designations are advised to proceed with caution however." The maglocks on the doors release with a heavy "THUNK" sound. As Rem opens the door two corpses in maintenance uniforms are revealed just inside the threshold. As the team enters the next thing that is immediately noticeable is that the Lucky Jakko's engines have been fired up and the embarkation ramp is opening.
"Those corpses weren't on the ship before, were they?"
Aevar had never liked the look of corpses - the void left as the Force was flushed from the once living bodies made him squeamish. At least droids were supposed to be like that...
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"What in the blazes did you get yourselves into?" Klulvae asks over the commlink. In his flashing crimson suit, Klulvae sweeps his cloak to the side, pulling the lightsaber strapped to his back and advances into the Lucky Jakko. He goes to examine the corpses, noting the large holes in their chest cavities due to blasters. Most likely from BC-9. Please tell me they're Black Sun, and not innocent maintenance workers...
Kluvae hears a mechanical whistling sound from behind him, "That is messy. What happened BC?" Son asks as he bends down with his vibroknife beginning to search the bodies.
OOC: Big 4 on Looting
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
Ryywhaaca catches up with BC just inside the embarkation ramp of the Jakko, but BC doesn't stop. It continues making its way through the ship as Ryywhaaca ululates at the battle droid. "acwoananoo rarrraahwh, scro rooohuwhrr wwrcahwowhwa! ah'sc coo rranrawa rooohu oaoohuanwa shooahwh huc! ah'sc waooahwhrr shhucao ohwoanan aooowararo, aoacwo oarcworaaohurcwoc oohuaocahwawo ohworcwo aorcroahwhrr aooo scraorwo ra rqhuahoaor rhhuoaor rhro oaooananwooaao oowh oohurc rhoohuwhaoahwoc. rcahrracao whoooh aoacoohurrac ohwo acrahowo aooo achurcrcro, ah acworarcwa rhanracaoworc wwahrcwo ohacahanwo ah ohrac oohuao ahwh aoacwo rhraro huwhanoooaorahwhrr aoacwo waoooorcc, aochu scraro rhwo ahwh aorcoohurhanwo!" The horrible mechanized howling can be heard echoing out of the ship. (for you who can speak Shyriiwook: Hello again, my young friend! i'm so glad you could join us! i'm doing just well today, the creatures outside were trying to make a quick buck by collecting on our bounties. Right now though we have to hurry, I heard blaster fire while I was out in the bay unlocking the doors, Tsu may be in trouble!)
The rest of the crew examining the bodies near the entry way, come to a similar conclusion to Klulvae, that indeed the large smoldering holes in the two humans' chests are the most likely cause of their death. Rem kicks at one of the corpses with the toe of his boot. "This is deck chief that checked us in when we landed." he observes as the paunchy corpse shifts slightly at the druros' prodding.
Suddenly everyone hears "AOCHUCAHAN AHCAHAN! WHOOWHOO! RAANAKACRA!" The horrible metallic sound roars out from the Jakko at incredible volume and is followed by pounding metallic crashing over and over. (for you who can speak Shyriiwook: "TSUSIL ISIL! NOOO! ALPHA!")
Son finds a credstick on each of the men as well as a blaster and ID cards. The credsticks contain 9 credits between the two of them. One of the blasters is so old and in such poor repair Son doubts whether it's even capable of firing still, the other is a cheap knock off of the sort of standard issue blaster that's issued to security forces around the galaxy. The ID cards identify the men as employees of Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited, the company who runs this particular docking facility.
Inside the Jakko, Ryywhaaca, following the battle droid comes upon a grisly scene as they round the corner to the cockpit. Tsu is lying, blaster in hand, in an ever expanding pool of blood. His shallow quick breathing tells the veteran warrior, that the end is approaching rapidly. The battle droid ahead lets our a horrible mechanical roar of ear splitting volume as it drops to the ground beside the fallen jawa. As Tsu's breathing stutters and his small body goes limp the battle droid begins slamming it's hard metallic fists over and over again into the nearby corpse of Tsu's assailant, already near-headless from the multiple blaster bolts to it's face. The droid continues slamming it's fists into the corpse over and over sending splatter and sprays of organic matter all over the corridor.
Klulvae rushes after BC-9, catching up to him easily and watches as BC-9 laments in anguish for his creator. ... Droids have emotions?The thought intrigued him, wondering how far those feelings extended. He didn't have words to console a droid. How could they understand the complexities of the Force, and where Tsussel is now?
He chose to let the droid handle this loss in his own way... which he only hoped would end with the crew remaining alive.
"I would like to point out, that there are bounties on our heads now, which makes us criminals." The thought stirred excitement in Klulvae. This is so much more exciting than the Jedi temple.
Acting as quiclcky as he could, the wookie gets the little body of the jawa and rushes towrads the medical station of the ship ( or whenever they store the medkits) and ignoring the blood that covers his fur and hands, he starts to apply fist aid to his companion.
Son heard the mechanical death scream and peaked his head around the corner to see what had happened. He was ready to shoot off a sarcastic remark at the droid antic's until he saw the Jawa's body. He stepped out and raised a hand to cover his mask, "Ahh Tsu no..."
Eventually, he approaches to stand a respectful distance behind the Droid, for once at a loss for words.
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
Ryywhaaca arives in the med bay and gently places Tsu on the table. He quickly cuts off the black robe that once belonged to Ashik and looks for the source of the bleeding. He finds a entrance wound in the side of Tsu's neck but it appears to be made by some antique slug thrower, because there's no burning around the wound. Further troubling is there's no sign of an exit wound. There's also no sign of a pulse or breathing at this point.
Son looks on as the droid continues to drive his fists into the pulp of organic matter that was the assailants torso. As Rem walks in he makes a wincing sound noticing the way that BC's piston blows are not only making a horible mess but also starting to deform the floor panels of the floor under the body.
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"Well then it seems we have an accord" the ithorian smiles and slides a data pad over toward Rem, Ryy, and Aevar. "If you'd be so kind as to provide an address where you can be contacted by holo message for further instructions and an account number to which your funds can be transferred upon completion of the job our business for today will be concluded." Rem hurriedly punches in the necessary information and slides the data pad back toward the ithorian. "Very good then gentlemen you should be receiving further instructions within the next 24 hours." the ithorian says as he tucks the data pad into a satchel and rises before turning and walking out of the bar.
Outwardly Ply sat politely and listened to his old and new friend discuss the dangers of the trade that he already knew all too well. He heard Yys express concern for his capabilities and his safety. He senses that Kluvae tries and divine the dangers and express the same concern, all the while he felt something try and bubble up. It started as a merely warm spot in his chest, that grew hotter and heavier as his friends continued.
It was an old feeling, in-touch with a rage long buried and a pain long ignored. It dredged up memories and feeling that he had tried to forget all his life. He soon heard its familiar voice, How dare they question me? How dare she Pity me! How dare she of all people Doubt my commitment! I am in Control! I am Always in Control! Don’t they know who I am! I’m-
Ply blinked from behind his goggles, surprised for a moment to see both Kluvae and Yys looking at him. He looked between the two and realized they were expecting him to speak. He released the hand that had begun gripping onto the bottom of his seat.
“Ahem, Thank you for your insight Kluvae. And thank you for your concern,” Ply said turning to the actress, “But no offense after all these if I’ve learned one thing is that Luck is Bantha Poodoo. You survive in my line of work because you're good at it.” he noticed that his hand under the table was shaking slightly and he grabbed it to calm it, "And trust me,” he stated nodding to the near empty bottle “Like a fine Corellian Brandy I’ve only gotten better with age.” With that Ply stands up, back straight and back to business.
“How does a nice round 650 units sound, I assume the Hanno City Police are still tacitly permitting the same street level import in the Bondion District?" Ply asked straitening his uniform and referencing a better off area of the city that had typically been an easy place for him to distribute to dealers that sold to the rich, young, and dumb of the neighborhoods.
Ply pulls out a datapad from his breast pocket and placed it on the table nearby Yys after keying into it for a moment., "This should have all the information your associates may need. They will tell me where to make the drop-off." He looks Yys in the eyes for a moment before turning and looking over his shoulder at Kluvae. "Come on, I have a feeling we will have our next mission by the time we get back."
He pauses, “Yys, I am proud of everything you’ve done… really. I’ll try and make sure that it's not so long next time."
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)
Yys nods slowly; the forced smile on the quarren's face thaws into something softer and more genuine, albeit perhaps somewhat resigned, as they consider Ply's confident words. "Of course, forgive me Ply dear," As they rise Yys smile warms further, "troubled by old fears I suppose, my apologies. Of course I will pass this on to my associates and you're funds will be transferred within the hour old friend." Yys waves as Ply and Klulvae start to leave she calls after them, her former celebrity manner fully returned, "Until we meet again darlings, thank you."
Klulvae's brow furrows and he blinks a few times, but says nothing more. It's his call, not your own. You're just here to protect and provide insight when needed.
With that, he excuses himself, smiling and bowing himself to Yys before following closely behind Son. Storm clouds were on the horizon, and he couldn't afford to question either of their actions.
Ply doesn't say anything until they leave the Restaurant. He cracks his neck and then looks down, "That was harder than I thought," he says softly.
"Well! Let's get going!" Sons says perking up and turning in whichever direction the ship is. "We gotta let the crew know we still need a way to offload another 46,005 units."
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)
Rem, Ryywhaaca, and Aevar are the first to arrive back at the hangar bay where the Lucky Jakko is parked. Rem goes to open the door but finds it locked. he tries it again and a third time, but with no variation in the initial result. He scratches his head, "It's locked..." he states flatly. As the duros, wookie, and mirluka stand there wondering what it could mean and what to do about it Son and Klulvae come walking up the street dressed in all their finery. "Door's locked chubba," the captain states in a flat somewhat puzzled tone, as the other two crew members approach.
Klulvae scans the area around them, suspicious of foul play and a potential trap. The ominous dread he felt earlier in regards to their illicit trade deal certainly didn't ease his mind, and he was on edge. Instead of finding foul play, he instead picked up the easily recognizable footsteps of BC-9. He assumed the other footsteps were Tsussel's and sighed. "It's the jawa and BC. They're inside, for whatever reason." Bringing on his commlink, he pages Tsussel and BC, "Hey, Echo and Alpha, this is Foxtrot." He's amazed he still remembers their codenames. "We're outside the Lucky Jakko, so let us in!"
Ryy will look for some crane or liftbot that he can climb up and try to reach the cockpit or the viewport from above to take a look inside the ship.
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Ryy will look for some crane or liftbot that he can climb up and try to reach the cockpit or the viewport from above to take a look inside the ship.
PbP Character: A few ;)
For several moments the comms remain silent. then suddenly they crackle to life; BC-09 HK-0037's high keening modem-like voice fills the com channel, "Preliminary scans indicate the area is secure. Releasing docking bay door locks now. All units bearing 'crewmember' designations are advised to proceed with caution however." The maglocks on the doors release with a heavy "THUNK" sound. As Rem opens the door two corpses in maintenance uniforms are revealed just inside the threshold. As the team enters the next thing that is immediately noticeable is that the Lucky Jakko's engines have been fired up and the embarkation ramp is opening.
"Those corpses weren't on the ship before, were they?"
Aevar had never liked the look of corpses - the void left as the Force was flushed from the once living bodies made him squeamish. At least droids were supposed to be like that...
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"What in the blazes did you get yourselves into?" Klulvae asks over the commlink. In his flashing crimson suit, Klulvae sweeps his cloak to the side, pulling the lightsaber strapped to his back and advances into the Lucky Jakko. He goes to examine the corpses, noting the large holes in their chest cavities due to blasters. Most likely from BC-9. Please tell me they're Black Sun, and not innocent maintenance workers...
OOC: Medicine check of 13 on the corpses.
Ryy enters the ship and ask to the droid
"RH worrhumf rROoohaa Grr" after his response he adds " Grroww Hrroowwoo Raah"
(BC are you ok? What do they did to deserve elimination?" )
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Kluvae hears a mechanical whistling sound from behind him, "That is messy. What happened BC?" Son asks as he bends down with his vibroknife beginning to search the bodies.
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
PbP charcater Mabeh Honeydew - Wood Elf Druid (Void Beyond the Stars - Inner Realms)
Ryywhaaca catches up with BC just inside the embarkation ramp of the Jakko, but BC doesn't stop. It continues making its way through the ship as Ryywhaaca ululates at the battle droid. "acwoananoo rarrraahwh, scro rooohuwhrr wwrcahwowhwa! ah'sc coo rranrawa rooohu oaoohuanwa shooahwh huc! ah'sc waooahwhrr shhucao ohwoanan aooowararo, aoacwo oarcworaaohurcwoc oohuaocahwawo ohworcwo aorcroahwhrr aooo scraorwo ra rqhuahoaor rhhuoaor rhro oaooananwooaao oowh oohurc rhoohuwhaoahwoc. rcahrracao whoooh aoacoohurrac ohwo acrahowo aooo achurcrcro, ah acworarcwa rhanracaoworc wwahrcwo ohacahanwo ah ohrac oohuao ahwh aoacwo rhraro huwhanoooaorahwhrr aoacwo waoooorcc, aochu scraro rhwo ahwh aorcoohurhanwo!" The horrible mechanized howling can be heard echoing out of the ship. (for you who can speak Shyriiwook: Hello again, my young friend! i'm so glad you could join us! i'm doing just well today, the creatures outside were trying to make a quick buck by collecting on our bounties. Right now though we have to hurry, I heard blaster fire while I was out in the bay unlocking the doors, Tsu may be in trouble!)
The rest of the crew examining the bodies near the entry way, come to a similar conclusion to Klulvae, that indeed the large smoldering holes in the two humans' chests are the most likely cause of their death. Rem kicks at one of the corpses with the toe of his boot. "This is deck chief that checked us in when we landed." he observes as the paunchy corpse shifts slightly at the druros' prodding.
Suddenly everyone hears "AOCHUCAHAN AHCAHAN! WHOOWHOO! RAANAKACRA!" The horrible metallic sound roars out from the Jakko at incredible volume and is followed by pounding metallic crashing over and over. (for you who can speak Shyriiwook: "TSUSIL ISIL! NOOO! ALPHA!")
Son finds a credstick on each of the men as well as a blaster and ID cards. The credsticks contain 9 credits between the two of them. One of the blasters is so old and in such poor repair Son doubts whether it's even capable of firing still, the other is a cheap knock off of the sort of standard issue blaster that's issued to security forces around the galaxy. The ID cards identify the men as employees of Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited, the company who runs this particular docking facility.
Inside the Jakko, Ryywhaaca, following the battle droid comes upon a grisly scene as they round the corner to the cockpit. Tsu is lying, blaster in hand, in an ever expanding pool of blood. His shallow quick breathing tells the veteran warrior, that the end is approaching rapidly. The battle droid ahead lets our a horrible mechanical roar of ear splitting volume as it drops to the ground beside the fallen jawa. As Tsu's breathing stutters and his small body goes limp the battle droid begins slamming it's hard metallic fists over and over again into the nearby corpse of Tsu's assailant, already near-headless from the multiple blaster bolts to it's face. The droid continues slamming it's fists into the corpse over and over sending splatter and sprays of organic matter all over the corridor.
Klulvae rushes after BC-9, catching up to him easily and watches as BC-9 laments in anguish for his creator. ... Droids have emotions? The thought intrigued him, wondering how far those feelings extended. He didn't have words to console a droid. How could they understand the complexities of the Force, and where Tsussel is now?
He chose to let the droid handle this loss in his own way... which he only hoped would end with the crew remaining alive.
"I would like to point out, that there are bounties on our heads now, which makes us criminals." The thought stirred excitement in Klulvae. This is so much more exciting than the Jedi temple.
Acting as quiclcky as he could, the wookie gets the little body of the jawa and rushes towrads the medical station of the ship ( or whenever they store the medkits) and ignoring the blood that covers his fur and hands, he starts to apply fist aid to his companion.
[medicine: 6 ]
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Son heard the mechanical death scream and peaked his head around the corner to see what had happened. He was ready to shoot off a sarcastic remark at the droid antic's until he saw the Jawa's body. He stepped out and raised a hand to cover his mask, "Ahh Tsu no..."
Eventually, he approaches to stand a respectful distance behind the Droid, for once at a loss for words.
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)
Ryywhaaca arives in the med bay and gently places Tsu on the table. He quickly cuts off the black robe that once belonged to Ashik and looks for the source of the bleeding. He finds a entrance wound in the side of Tsu's neck but it appears to be made by some antique slug thrower, because there's no burning around the wound. Further troubling is there's no sign of an exit wound. There's also no sign of a pulse or breathing at this point.
Son looks on as the droid continues to drive his fists into the pulp of organic matter that was the assailants torso. As Rem walks in he makes a wincing sound noticing the way that BC's piston blows are not only making a horible mess but also starting to deform the floor panels of the floor under the body.