"I'd say that they were partially responsible for the lockdown, as am I. One of them had a radio, and it went of while I was outside. I couldn't tell the guy's accent, so I played sick, and told him that there was an illegal ship in 1037 and that it probably had a virus on it. I didn't think about quarantine being a potential outcome. Once the guy on the other end mentioned it, I tried to play that it was a poison instead, but it was too late. Sorry about that. Anyway, why would we have a bounty on us?"
Aevar is very annoyed at himself for not having thought about a virus initiating a quarantine.
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"You sly dog!" Rem-Jas teased. "I guess you are worth keeping around after all. So now that we know that was a ruse, and for sure know that these people at least have connections to whoever controls the docking bays, we'll know to avoid them here for awhile. I guess our next stop is New Holstice's moon, eh?" He looked around for a confirmation before hearing his notification channel go off, signaling a new message.
Klulvae looked to Son questioningly. He knew that the drop for the Sweetsleep was soon. "Son? When is our drop happening?"
"This unit has uncovered no evidence that there is any connection between The Black Sun and Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited, Bravo." BC-09 HK-0037 states plainly in response to Rem's conjecture. The battle droid continues, "The bounty was issued by Shiv Sata a member of the ruling council of The Black Sun, she is an umbra with personal connections both to Tsussel Isil and Menuk Ak-Baldur. The bounties have been published on several key holonet sites where illicit activities are arranged as well as in places used by bounty hunters in their trade. For this reason this unit has advised that those bearing 'crewmember' designations are presently under serious threat. This unit's tactical analysis indicates that continuing to travel openly in the Lucky Jakko and under official names presents serious risks."
As the rest of the crew sprung into action Son just knelt by Tsu's body. staring at his friend's broken form. "Hmm? oh I-" Son looks at Kkluvae as if he had never seen him before, "Before midnight." Son fumbles out his datapad, explaining the call and response as he did so. "Not sure we can make that if we're flying halfway across the system though," he says all his usual energy gone. He let out a deep sigh and wandered over to the cockpit, undoing his uniform as he did so. "He Cap let me change then drop me off, I'll make the drop and then you can pick me up after you get your friend."
He let out a deep sigh and wandered over to the cockpit, undoing his uniform as he did so. "He Cap let me change then drop me off, I'll make the drop and then you can pick me up after you get your friend." Son turns towards BC, "I may need backup if a bounty is on my head, BC you up for it?"
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
"This unit is prepared to a execute secondary objective: protect those bearing 'crewmember' designations, as it would the primary objective: protect Alpha," the battle droid says flatly. "This unit suggests altering the transponder to mask the ship's identity before finding a docking platform to disembark Charlie and Echo units with the package."
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"Yeah, yeah, I'm already ahead of you on that." In truth, Tsussel was the one who usually masked the ship's identity. After trying to figure it out for a minute, Rem-Jas swore and kicked the panel beneath him. "Son! You get this figured out and we can help you with your drop-off. Time's ticking!"
As Son completes altering the transponder, Rem-Jas touches base with Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited, requesting permission to land. They scan his transponder, and then direct him to a non-quarantined landing bay. 6
"Alright, so how are we doing this? Whoever goes out there needs a decent disguise to avoid the risk of being detected by bounty hunters. With ten-thousand on each of our heads, I'm almost tempted to turn some of you in." He laughs heartily for a moment, before continuing. "I'm joking. But seriously, who all is going down? They less, the less of a risk of being spotted, but the increased risk of being taken if you are. The opposite applies as well."
Klulvae's hand almost immediately shoots up. "I"ll go. Perhaps my talent with the Force will help us remain unspotted. Plus, I'm very stealthy; it's in a Rhodian's blood."
"Right," Son said hopping beneath the console and beginning to gut the transponder. 'Wait no, people here know my face. And we may need BC for EVA work on that moon.' "Actually Cap'n sending BC and I may be a bad idea."
After seeing Kluvae's enthusiasm, "Aevar you go with him, your the only near-human among us. Kluvae you make the drop and Aevar be ready to jump in if things go south. Here," Son says as he finishes by pulling out one last bundle of wires, "Take my datapad it has the information you'll need on it." Son says handing it out to the Jedi.
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
Klulvae takes the datapad hesitantly, looking it over. Technology wasn't his forte, and he was pretty proud he knew how to work a commlink. "I have no idea what to do with this, Son. I don't do technology." he admits sheepishly. "But I will do my best to get this drop figured out. Do I just hand the stuff over and walk away?"
Rem-Jas sighs, placing his face in the palm of his hand. "Maybe we should send someone with brains for this too. The kid is gonna screw this up."
As Rem approaches the STS short term docking platform, a female voice comes in over coms, "XS stock light freighter Licky Juko you are cleared for one hour docking at platform 27," immediately after she says this a prerecorded voice continues, "You are kindly reminded that upon the expiration of the 5 minute grace period you will be charged for another hour. This applies to each our you remained docked here at STS Short Term South. On behalf of Chandrilla Ltd. Thank you for choosing Standard Transport Services, and welcome to Chandrilla."
Rem-Jas navigates the ship towards platform 27, landing her down softly. "This will be a quick drop off." He looks at Klulvae, Aevar, and Ryywhaaca before continuing. "I'll page you three when we're back with my friend, Ludweg. If you feel the situation going south, get out of there."
Klulvae nods his head. Drop off the sweetsleep, find somewhere safe. Don't get caught. Got it."Yeah! This will be a walk in the park. I already have my fake name picked out, and I found this helmet that I think fits me. Has the name Serego inscribed on the inside. No idea what that is." Nodding his head to both Aevar and Ryywhaaca, Klulvae secures the sweetsleep needed for the drop-off and leads the unorthodox trio off the ship and towards the dead-drop. He had very little idea what he was doing, but he figured the three of them would figure it out along the way.
After disembarking the Lucky Jakko, Ryywhaaca, Aevar, and Klulvae make their way from the landing pad to the terminal. The Lucky Jakko lifts it's bulk ponderously from the platform as the trio reach the entrance to the STS Short Term terminal. Inside they find large hall with many levels descending all the way down to ground level. Each level rings around a large open space that extends vertically through the whole building. The glass lift tubes ring around the open shaft providing access from one level to the next as well as an excellent view of the interior space as one ascends or descends through the interior. Each floor is populated by a multitude of business most offering goods and services related travel and shipping. The message on Son's data pad reads:
"Eleutherian District. 351D Felval Turn. Silver Sea Breeze Lounge. In an unmarked brown box. Given to Caer Mildok with this message: 'Your Aunt Tilly asked me to bring you this.' Your conformation is: 'She sends her love.' before midnight."
The present time in game is 6:00 PM Hanna City Local Time. Let me know what you guys are doing now and what you are carrying the sweetsleep around in...
As Ryywhaaca, Aevar, and Klulvae make their way inside the STS Short Term terminal, back inside the 'Licky Juko' Rem, Son, and BC climb towards the upper atmosphere accelerating the Jakko towards escape velocity. Once they have cleared the planet BC-09 HK-0037 begins harassing the nav computer for the jump coordinates while spinning up the hyperdrive. "ahao'c rac ahww aoacahc rarcoaacraahoa akahwooawo ooww rrrarcrhrarrwo acrawa whwohoworc hucwowa aoacwo akrarcanwoscahrawh aorcrawawo rcoohuaowo rhwowwoorcwo..." the battle droid's mutterings in Shyriiwook, evoke the memory of a spoon stuck in a garbage disposal. (for those of you who speak Shyriiwook: "It's as if this archaic piece of garbage had never used the Parlemian Trade Route before...") The droid's muttering ceases and after a few moments it says in basic, "Charlie Unit, this unit's tactical analysis has concluded that 'Licky Juko' is not a strong choice for this vessel's cover identity; it bears a strong resemblance to the vessel's actual identifier."
“I did the best I could on no notice. I know it’s a hack job, but it got us off planet didn’t it?” Son says from beneath the console again screwing the bottom bolt back in place. “Look once we’re out the system and safely on our way to Kashyyk then I can change the name to whatever your cold little heart would like. Until then let’s just focus on the issue at hand.”
Son scoots out from underneath the console, wiping some sort of electronic refuse from his manipulators, “Speaking of,” he continues turning to Rem, “Who is this guy Cap’n?”
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PbP character Son Kol - Kel Dor Fringer (Shadows of the Republic)
"This unit does not posses a vascular system, therefore it neither requires nor possesses a heart of any size or temperature," the droid replies matter-of-factly.
"Ludweg is his name, and he's been a lifelong friend of mine. A fellow Duros who I grew up with. We've only been able to keep in contact briefly for the past few years, so to have him reach out to me shows that he really must be in danger right now." Rem-Jas doesn't seem to say much about him, only focused on getting the ship to its proper location. Changing the subject, he asks, "Son, can you get a better job done in changing the transponder codes? Preferrably now: it'll be a few hours before we get to Ludweg, and I'd like to not risk anything happening to keep our rescue mission from happening. Licky Juko is too close, and we'll likely be noticed fast. We'll also need a new paint job once all of this is said and done. Perhaps Kashyyk will have a place we can get that done."
Meanwhile, back on Hanna City, the other half of the crew made their way towards the drop-off point, trying to be as indiscreet as possible. Klulvae took special precautions, continually scanning the crowds around them for signs of danger as they advanced, holding tightly to their duffle bags filled with sweetsleep. Looking around, he soon finds that he has no idea where the location on his datapad is. Handing it to Aevar, he asks through his helmet, "Hey. Can you get this things to pull up a map so we know where we're going?"
Aevar takes the datapad from Klulvae. Within seconds of grasping it, the map is pulled up, and Aevar realises the group has been walking in the wrong direction. The Force clearly provides sharper sight that flesh-and-blood eyes, he thinks to himself, as he steps ahead and spins around.
"Klulvae, you've been leading us in the wrong direction. We need to go that way," Aevar points behind the Wookie and Rodian as he speaks. "It looks to be about three hours by foot, but I reckon we can do it in half that, or its an hour by public transport. If we had a vehicle of our own, perhaps half that. I should have credits if we need them for transport."
"I'd say that they were partially responsible for the lockdown, as am I. One of them had a radio, and it went of while I was outside. I couldn't tell the guy's accent, so I played sick, and told him that there was an illegal ship in 1037 and that it probably had a virus on it. I didn't think about quarantine being a potential outcome. Once the guy on the other end mentioned it, I tried to play that it was a poison instead, but it was too late. Sorry about that. Anyway, why would we have a bounty on us?"
Aevar is very annoyed at himself for not having thought about a virus initiating a quarantine.
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"You sly dog!" Rem-Jas teased. "I guess you are worth keeping around after all. So now that we know that was a ruse, and for sure know that these people at least have connections to whoever controls the docking bays, we'll know to avoid them here for awhile. I guess our next stop is New Holstice's moon, eh?" He looked around for a confirmation before hearing his notification channel go off, signaling a new message.
Klulvae looked to Son questioningly. He knew that the drop for the Sweetsleep was soon. "Son? When is our drop happening?"
"This unit has uncovered no evidence that there is any connection between The Black Sun and Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited, Bravo." BC-09 HK-0037 states plainly in response to Rem's conjecture. The battle droid continues, "The bounty was issued by Shiv Sata a member of the ruling council of The Black Sun, she is an umbra with personal connections both to Tsussel Isil and Menuk Ak-Baldur. The bounties have been published on several key holonet sites where illicit activities are arranged as well as in places used by bounty hunters in their trade. For this reason this unit has advised that those bearing 'crewmember' designations are presently under serious threat. This unit's tactical analysis indicates that continuing to travel openly in the Lucky Jakko and under official names presents serious risks."
As the rest of the crew sprung into action Son just knelt by Tsu's body. staring at his friend's broken form. "Hmm? oh I-" Son looks at Kkluvae as if he had never seen him before, "Before midnight." Son fumbles out his datapad, explaining the call and response as he did so. "Not sure we can make that if we're flying halfway across the system though," he says all his usual energy gone. He let out a deep sigh and wandered over to the cockpit, undoing his uniform as he did so. "He Cap let me change then drop me off, I'll make the drop and then you can pick me up after you get your friend."
He let out a deep sigh and wandered over to the cockpit, undoing his uniform as he did so. "He Cap let me change then drop me off, I'll make the drop and then you can pick me up after you get your friend." Son turns towards BC, "I may need backup if a bounty is on my head, BC you up for it?"
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)
"This unit is prepared to a execute secondary objective: protect those bearing 'crewmember' designations, as it would the primary objective: protect Alpha," the battle droid says flatly. "This unit suggests altering the transponder to mask the ship's identity before finding a docking platform to disembark Charlie and Echo units with the package."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm already ahead of you on that." In truth, Tsussel was the one who usually masked the ship's identity. After trying to figure it out for a minute, Rem-Jas swore and kicked the panel beneath him. "Son! You get this figured out and we can help you with your drop-off. Time's ticking!"
As Son completes altering the transponder, Rem-Jas touches base with Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited, requesting permission to land. They scan his transponder, and then direct him to a non-quarantined landing bay. 6
"Alright, so how are we doing this? Whoever goes out there needs a decent disguise to avoid the risk of being detected by bounty hunters. With ten-thousand on each of our heads, I'm almost tempted to turn some of you in." He laughs heartily for a moment, before continuing. "I'm joking. But seriously, who all is going down? They less, the less of a risk of being spotted, but the increased risk of being taken if you are. The opposite applies as well."
Klulvae's hand almost immediately shoots up. "I"ll go. Perhaps my talent with the Force will help us remain unspotted. Plus, I'm very stealthy; it's in a Rhodian's blood."
"Right," Son said hopping beneath the console and beginning to gut the transponder. 'Wait no, people here know my face. And we may need BC for EVA work on that moon.' "Actually Cap'n sending BC and I may be a bad idea."
After seeing Kluvae's enthusiasm, "Aevar you go with him, your the only near-human among us. Kluvae you make the drop and Aevar be ready to jump in if things go south. Here," Son says as he finishes by pulling out one last bundle of wires, "Take my datapad it has the information you'll need on it." Son says handing it out to the Jedi.
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)
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(I would like to go with you but wookiees are not common sight here."
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Klulvae takes the datapad hesitantly, looking it over. Technology wasn't his forte, and he was pretty proud he knew how to work a commlink. "I have no idea what to do with this, Son. I don't do technology." he admits sheepishly. "But I will do my best to get this drop figured out. Do I just hand the stuff over and walk away?"
Rem-Jas sighs, placing his face in the palm of his hand. "Maybe we should send someone with brains for this too. The kid is gonna screw this up."
"This unit suggests a new strategy, Let the wookie go." The droid says in a rather professorial tone.
"I don't mind going, but if I do, would it be possible to have something to cover my entire face, like a hood or something?"
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As Rem approaches the STS short term docking platform, a female voice comes in over coms, "XS stock light freighter Licky Juko you are cleared for one hour docking at platform 27," immediately after she says this a prerecorded voice continues, "You are kindly reminded that upon the expiration of the 5 minute grace period you will be charged for another hour. This applies to each our you remained docked here at STS Short Term South. On behalf of Chandrilla Ltd. Thank you for choosing Standard Transport Services, and welcome to Chandrilla."
Rem-Jas navigates the ship towards platform 27, landing her down softly. "This will be a quick drop off." He looks at Klulvae, Aevar, and Ryywhaaca before continuing. "I'll page you three when we're back with my friend, Ludweg. If you feel the situation going south, get out of there."
Klulvae nods his head. Drop off the sweetsleep, find somewhere safe. Don't get caught. Got it. "Yeah! This will be a walk in the park. I already have my fake name picked out, and I found this helmet that I think fits me. Has the name Serego inscribed on the inside. No idea what that is." Nodding his head to both Aevar and Ryywhaaca, Klulvae secures the sweetsleep needed for the drop-off and leads the unorthodox trio off the ship and towards the dead-drop. He had very little idea what he was doing, but he figured the three of them would figure it out along the way.
After disembarking the Lucky Jakko, Ryywhaaca, Aevar, and Klulvae make their way from the landing pad to the terminal. The Lucky Jakko lifts it's bulk ponderously from the platform as the trio reach the entrance to the STS Short Term terminal. Inside they find large hall with many levels descending all the way down to ground level. Each level rings around a large open space that extends vertically through the whole building. The glass lift tubes ring around the open shaft providing access from one level to the next as well as an excellent view of the interior space as one ascends or descends through the interior. Each floor is populated by a multitude of business most offering goods and services related travel and shipping. The message on Son's data pad reads:
"Eleutherian District. 351D Felval Turn. Silver Sea Breeze Lounge. In an unmarked brown box. Given to Caer Mildok with this message: 'Your Aunt Tilly asked me to bring you this.' Your conformation is: 'She sends her love.' before midnight."
The present time in game is 6:00 PM Hanna City Local Time. Let me know what you guys are doing now and what you are carrying the sweetsleep around in...
As Ryywhaaca, Aevar, and Klulvae make their way inside the STS Short Term terminal, back inside the 'Licky Juko' Rem, Son, and BC climb towards the upper atmosphere accelerating the Jakko towards escape velocity. Once they have cleared the planet BC-09 HK-0037 begins harassing the nav computer for the jump coordinates while spinning up the hyperdrive. "ahao'c rac ahww aoacahc rarcoaacraahoa akahwooawo ooww rrrarcrhrarrwo acrawa whwohoworc hucwowa aoacwo akrarcanwoscahrawh aorcrawawo rcoohuaowo rhwowwoorcwo..." the battle droid's mutterings in Shyriiwook, evoke the memory of a spoon stuck in a garbage disposal. (for those of you who speak Shyriiwook: "It's as if this archaic piece of garbage had never used the Parlemian Trade Route before...") The droid's muttering ceases and after a few moments it says in basic, "Charlie Unit, this unit's tactical analysis has concluded that 'Licky Juko' is not a strong choice for this vessel's cover identity; it bears a strong resemblance to the vessel's actual identifier."
“I did the best I could on no notice. I know it’s a hack job, but it got us off planet didn’t it?” Son says from beneath the console again screwing the bottom bolt back in place. “Look once we’re out the system and safely on our way to Kashyyk then I can change the name to whatever your cold little heart would like. Until then let’s just focus on the issue at hand.”
Son scoots out from underneath the console, wiping some sort of electronic refuse from his manipulators, “Speaking of,” he continues turning to Rem, “Who is this guy Cap’n?”
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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)
"This unit does not posses a vascular system, therefore it neither requires nor possesses a heart of any size or temperature," the droid replies matter-of-factly.
"Ludweg is his name, and he's been a lifelong friend of mine. A fellow Duros who I grew up with. We've only been able to keep in contact briefly for the past few years, so to have him reach out to me shows that he really must be in danger right now." Rem-Jas doesn't seem to say much about him, only focused on getting the ship to its proper location. Changing the subject, he asks, "Son, can you get a better job done in changing the transponder codes? Preferrably now: it'll be a few hours before we get to Ludweg, and I'd like to not risk anything happening to keep our rescue mission from happening. Licky Juko is too close, and we'll likely be noticed fast. We'll also need a new paint job once all of this is said and done. Perhaps Kashyyk will have a place we can get that done."
Meanwhile, back on Hanna City, the other half of the crew made their way towards the drop-off point, trying to be as indiscreet as possible. Klulvae took special precautions, continually scanning the crowds around them for signs of danger as they advanced, holding tightly to their duffle bags filled with sweetsleep. Looking around, he soon finds that he has no idea where the location on his datapad is. Handing it to Aevar, he asks through his helmet, "Hey. Can you get this things to pull up a map so we know where we're going?"
"Raahwwwourr Howf Hof" ( " You lost us again? ) asks the wookiee as he looks out for pickpockets or troubles
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Aevar takes the datapad from Klulvae. Within seconds of grasping it, the map is pulled up, and Aevar realises the group has been walking in the wrong direction. The Force clearly provides sharper sight that flesh-and-blood eyes, he thinks to himself, as he steps ahead and spins around.
"Klulvae, you've been leading us in the wrong direction. We need to go that way," Aevar points behind the Wookie and Rodian as he speaks.
"It looks to be about three hours by foot, but I reckon we can do it in half that, or its an hour by public transport. If we had a vehicle of our own, perhaps half that. I should have credits if we need them for transport."
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