Star Wars: Odysseys

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare, A'den Beskar"Copaani mirshmure'cye?" Cyare replied, giving him a withering look.

[otter]

IC-Cabur:"Ret," was Cabur's reply, still smiling slightly. "Meg copaanir kar'taylir?"

[shadow pridak money gang]

OOC: Whoops. I still have a profile in this. Yikes...IC: Kol (Space, Above Dantooine -- Day 9)As soon as Kol was safely off Dantooine, having delivered Jaron's little arts and crafts to the planet below him and to Serenno, he collapsed into the pilot's chair of the Charm and sighed to himself in contentment. Out of curiosity, he pulled up a datapad and checked his credit account: sure enough, thanks to the 2,800 credits he'd received from his trip to Tattooine (OOC: that math was calculated by Basilisk, ftr) plus the 8,000 Jaron had dropped on him - plus expenses: what a guy - he was now, officially, set for the next couple of weeks.Now, if only he weren't so carkin' bored.-Tyler

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare, A'den Beskar"Me. And I can provide one if you desire it that badly." She held up an armored hand, as if in threat.

Edited November 24, 2012 by Krayzikk Bieber

[otter]

IC-Cabur:"Oh, come now, Cyare," Cabur said, setting aside his Bass Viol. "You know hitting me is never fun. No matter how much of a good idea it seems at first." He shrugged."Ah, well, we ought to get some sleep, at some point, even if we don't have a specific mission right now. My offer for a cup of caf still holds, though." He thought for a moment."Unless you want me to pull out the tihaar. That could be fun."

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare, A'den Beskar"I don't drink." Cyare replied, shifting posture ever so lightly. Even now, her pistols were holstered at her sides, though she left the rest of her weaponry behind.

[otter]

IC-Cabur:"Neither do I, unless I'm celebrating something," the older Mando replied. "And there isn't too much to celebrate these days, is there?" He shrugged, leaning back."So. Caf. Want some uj'alayi, as well?"

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare, A'den Beskar"You don't give up, do you? Fine. But only if you tell me where we're headed." She stopped spinning her helmet, and slipped it back under her arm. Cyare regarded her partner with an impassive expression, but one that seemed to have a hint of amusement buried within it."Because for the last three days, your cockpit has had primary controls. And you don't usually go to hyperspace unless you have a goal in mind."

[otter]

IC-Cabur:"Oh-ho, looks like Cyare doesn't like being surprised," Cabur boredly teasted, setting the caf dispensor to brew up some of the beverage, and putting an uj'alayi cake in the ship's multiprocessor, setting it to heat the cake up."I'll tell you this much: We're on our way to a job."

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare, A'den Beskar"No, no I don't. Surprises get people killed." Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Furthermore, on a pragmatic note, I cannot prepare for a mission I do not know.""So spill."

[otter]

IC-Cabur:Cabur sighed, slightly, shaking his head."I don't know if you want to," he said after a moment, "But I've been wanting to make a stop at Manda'yaim for a little while, so I set it to take us there. We should get there in a day or so. The job is to relax." He shrugged, appearing almost uncomfortable with having to explain where he was going and why."Is that acceptable?"

[Krayzikk]

IC: CyareCyare nodded, setting her helmet back down on the table. She was going to be stuck here for a while, so there was no point in hanging onto it."Understood."

[otter]

IC-Cabur:"Actually, we should make it there for the spring celebration, up in the Northern parts," he said, retrieving the uj'alayi, now warm and dripping with the uj'ayl syrup, setting it-on a plate, of course-on the table with a small knife beside it, and then filling two cups with caf and setting them down, one for him and one for Cyare."So, what do you plan to do once we get there?"

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare"I am not quite sure. Maybe I'll visit my family." Alost unconsciously, she picked up her cup and took a sip.

[otter]

IC-Cabur:Cabur nodded, cutting the uj'alayi cake into a few slices, taking one and a sip from his cup of caf."I figured I'd do the same," he said, his voice sobering somewhat.

[Krayzikk]

IC: CyareThe two fell into a long silence, during which Cyare consumed the majority of her drink and a small portion of cake. Never once did she make any move to end the silence, or to sit down. "I should probably go sleep." She said finally.

[otter]

IC-Cabur:"Knowing the habits you already have," Cabur said slowly, "And knowing the fact that you've got Caf in your system now, all I can say is...good luck."

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare"I'll manage." The Mando replied, downing the last of her drink, and setting the cup back down on table. "See you in a few hours."She turned, and walked through the airlock back into her own side of the ship. It didn't take her long to reach her quarters, slip inside, and shut the door behind her. She removed the boot portions of her armor, and laid down on her bunk. As Cabur had predicted, sleep was a long time coming. But after a time of lying in the darkness, it did indeed come.

[sunflower]

IC: Faraxa Sabosen [Coruscant; Day One]"Right," Faraxa agreed, and followed after Jaron towards the building. Later, after the holo, and after she pulled herself together, she would figure out what she was going to do with herself.It was all just so sudden.

[otter]

IC-Cabur:Cabur, meanwhile, had barely touched his drink and cake. Sure, he'd eaten a slice or two, but not much. Probably even less than Cyare.He sighed, standing up, and moving over to his own quarters, after cleaning up quickly, though he still left the cake out-it'd be good for breakfast, even cold. In there, he looked at his armour lying in a heap on the floor, thinking, again, of what it symbolized. Duty. A lust for life. Mourning. He shook his head, turning away. He focused on that last far too often.Next to his bed was his smaller Bass Viol, this one with metallic frets running up the neck, dividing the notes evenly. He grabbed that instrument, knowing he wouldn't get to sleep, proceeding to improvise a sort of melody on the Bass for Dha Werda Verda, chanting along as he did so.IC-Jaron:Jaron nodded."Hey, don't worry, Faraxa," Jaron said after a moment, putting an arm around the Devaronian's shoulders. "Things'll be fine. After all, if you have to, you could always come with me-I've been needing an assistant of sorts for a while now."

Edited November 24, 2012 by The Otter

[sunflower]

IC: Faraxa Sabosen [Coruscant; Day One]Faraxa smiled again, and nodded. "Thanks Jaron, I'll definately consider it," she replied. Another thing she would have to think about later: getting a job. The Jedi Order didn't exactly help out there, especially when she had been exiled. Well, it seemed like Jaron was going to help her out a bit, perhaps things weren't so bad.But no matter what, the empty feeling didn't go away.

[otter]

IC-Jaron:Jaron looked at Faraxa, concerned for a moment, feeling-not to her knowledge-how she felt through the Force. He nodded slightly, without taking his arm from around Faraxa's shoulders."Let's watch the movie," he said quietly, benevolently as well. "Then we can decide on what to do."

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare, A'den BeskarHours later, Cyare woke up. Swiftly, she rose from her bed and remade it, making it look as if no one had ever touched it. Her feet slipped into her boots, carefully fastening them to the rest of her armor. With a speed born of weeks of practice, she grabbed her helmet, and placed it over her head, twisting it into place.She crossed between the two ships, and made her way to Cabur's quarters, knocking her knuckles against the door. "Get up. We'll be dropping out of hyperspace soon."

[otter]

IC-Cabur:"I'd never have guessed," Cabur said, coming back over by his quarters, a slice of the uj'alayi in his hand that he was munching on."After all, I only just checked the ETA clock in the cockpit. And it says that we have about two hours until then." He shrugged. "Sleep well?"

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare"Well. Seems you're up on time for once." Cyare commented, turning around to look at her partner. "Where are we setting down?"

[otter]

IC-Cabur:"If everything goes according to plan," Cabur said, before running quick calculations in his head, "Twenty minutes after the drop out of hyperspace. So expect us not to set down for about forty-five minutes past that." He shrugged, before gesturing to the main hold behind him."There's still some of the cake left, if you want. And why in the name of the First Manda'lor are you wearing your helmet? It's our homeland. It's peaceful. You won't even need your armour-the Death Watch has been expelled from the planet already." Then, a moment later:"And I'm always up on time. My time."

Edited November 24, 2012 by The Otter

[sunflower]

IC: Faraxa Sabosen [Coruscant; Day One]The Devaronian nodded slowly in reply. Faraxa was really glad to have a friend like him, even more so after all this. Glancing around the building momentarily as they entered, she allowed Jaron to guide her.

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare"Apparently, your time doesn't match up with the rest of us." Cyare shifted slightly, settling into a ramrod straight position. "As for the armor... Better safe than sorry."

[otter]

IC-Jaron:Jaron quickly pulled Faraxa to a group of seats up and back in one of the corners-a bit more privacy, that way-as he also managed to carry various snacks and a couple drinks he'd quickly grabbed.They quickly seated themselves, the snacks mainly sitting on each other's laps, Jaron taking a quick sip of his juma juice."So, if it's alright if I ask," he began quietly, "Why were you exiled from the Order?"IC-Cabur:"Cyare, even the best armour chafes. It's not good to wear it all the time, like you do," the other Mando replied, starting up a common argument, again."Especially not on Manda'yaim. The planet is safe. If you continue to wear it, people are all going to think the wrong things...because trust me, your armour stands out. They're going to think you're some random militant, or that you're a Death Watch member. It doesn't matter that the authorities will know you aren't, there'll be people everywhere who'll think you are."

[Krayzikk]

IC: CyareCyare paused, pondering her response. After a moment of thought, she decided there was really no response for her to make. She turned in place, and walked toward her side of the ship.Her footsteps resounded quietly, for she made no attempt to move with stealth.

[otter]

IC-Cabur:Cabur sighed as Cyare walked away, shaking his head. He put on the dual holsters for his S-5 heavy blaster pistols, because a Mando never went unarmed, but he left the rifle and backup weapon in his pack, near his armour. He wouldn't need them.A moment later he was lounging in the cockpit of his ship, finishing off the cake, noting that Cyare had, despite any thoughts that she wouldn't want to, taken a couple slices for her own breakfast, and he smiled. But it was bittersweet.Aay'han.Still, though, he was home again. It was always nice to touch down on the soil you grew up on.

[Krayzikk]

IC: CyareRoughly half an our later, Cabur heard a slight rustling of fabric behind him.When he looked back, he saw that Cyare had returned, for once without her armor. Her boots remained the same, but she now wore a long hooded cloak instead. She glared at him.

[otter]

IC-Cabur:"Care to show me what you look like under the cloak?" Cabur said, with a joking tone. "Assuming you're wearing something more than underclothes beneath it, of course. After all, you have to have regular clothes."Somewhere."

[Havelock Vetinari]

IC, (Kalee, Day Eleven, The Bounty)As the hunters entered their designated craft, they would find no controls in the cockpit, just a blank and featureless slate. The droid brain hidden beneath the bolts and durasteel did the job of running the vessel. It followed the flight path that had been input into by Trade Federation technicians. These craft took off quickly, the second the hunters had entered they began to key take off sequences, announcements would blare, warning them to strap in. Seconds later, the craft would lift off and rocket towards the planet below them, wasting no time. The Huk fleet was barely visible, hanging around the planet. If any of the hunters had thought to check the shipboard sensors, they would see that the Huk fleet was built around Trade Federation surplus with a core of Dreadnought vessels. A formidable fleet, one that showed how serious the Huk were about holding this world.Harro Ruuk watched the vessels stream from his vessels hanger and nodded to himself. About him droids manned glowing control panels beneath his raised platform and the walkway that lead to the turbo-lifts. Organic crew members directed them, ensuring the droids literal-minded diligence was not misdirected. A holochair next to Harro blazed to life suddenly, the image of Lott Dod was suspended before him. He was in full senatorial dress, blue and purple robes, a large hat and an exhausted expression. "It is done then? They are away?"Harro nodded. "Yes. The hunters are away....as are the weapons shipments the Kaleesh requested."Dod paused. "Good. Good. That will help keep them afloat until we can act."OOC: Look at these two. Playing off each others characters, using a language even I, in all of my glorious brilliance, am not fluent in.Be these two.

Edited November 25, 2012 by Basilisk

[otter]

OOC: Gar serim, Basilisk. You're right.Guys. Be like us.Specifically me.In all my egotistical glory.

[Krayzikk]

IC: Cyare"Mir'sheb." Cyare replied, scowling slightly. Her cloak shifted to the side, showing the light gray tunic and gunmetal gray pants she wore beneath it.

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic: Winter looked at the Coruscant sky. It was distant, caught in a vicegrip between the tongs of skyscrapers, the fading energy of daylight casting long shadows on the crowns of the buildings and leaving the lower parts long obscured in shadows. It was a far cry from home, but this was also where Winter worked from a lot. Coruscant was always bustling with activity, legal and criminal, and in all the nooks and crannies the vast cityscape provided she had her safehouses. An apartment here, a hangar there, a shelled out casino yonder. They all provided her with refuge from a life she adopted a long time ago and with opportunities to work in secret. And in her line of work, secrecy was of the utmost importance.She was a bounty hunter, but not like the fabled ones in history books. She wasn't a mercenary with loyalty to credits but a huntress dedicated to finding and killing whoever an offer was up for. Usually, her clients were illicit, and while it payed very well, it was an unstable line of work. If the law became too powerful in a patron's area, the job was terminated, meaning that she needed crime to flourish. That need, coupled with the fact that she lived to kill, was just one reason why she had to shield herself from the public eye. If she became known, she would be as wanted as her corrupt employers. Winter couldn't let that happen. Time to go. Ceasing her skygazing she boarded her ship and started the engines. Sleek and pretty, her starship levitated with grace from the platform and ascended into the air. Winter knew her plan. A senator had employed her to assassinate a curator from the Coruscant Opera House. Something about one too many favours, she remembered, though she honestly didn't care. What went through her mind was the fact that this assassination would doubtlessly attract the attention of the Jedi, especially if it was the demise of one of the highest ranking officials of one of the most famous establishments in Coruscant. Especially if the supreme chancellor visited it. Which he did. It made Winter giddy with anticipation. But she understood the risks well enough. She was hired for this job for reasons, like the fact that it was known she could escape easily from most traps.Yes, while Winter Redsun avoided attention, she had to have a clientele if she wanted to stay in business. Besides, such name spreading did little to ruin her real secrets. She gunned the throttles and the starship flew to the opposite side of Coruscant, where the operahouse and her target waited.

[Havelock Vetinari]

IC (Palpatine's Estate, Day Twenty-One)The senator had gathered quite the crowd for the unveiling of the statue. It was in the center of the entrance rotunda, with a white cloth placed over it. Long tables draped with red cloth and food were placed around it, chairs and smaller tables dotted the area around it. The senator was in the center of it, moving through the crowd and dressed in his best. His smile was easy and the conversation light. There were a few other senators present, a representative of the local Corporate Alliance office and many members of the Naboo government. Positioned around the various entrances were Senate Commando's, their faceplates reflecting the scenes before them and their blaster rifles held stiffly at their sides.In short, it was quite the party.OOC: If anyone wants to introduce political characters, I.E senators aides, corporate reps, please feel free to have them attend.

Edited November 25, 2012 by Basilisk

[otter]

IC-Cabur:Cabur smiled at Cyare, shaking his head for a moment."Ne'paruvu takisit," he said, inclining his head towards Cyare. "But that actually does look somewhat nice on you. Never knew you had it in ya--" at that moment, his eyes darted forward, the ship quickly dropping out of hyperspace. The canopy darkened, and then lightened, allowing the natural light from the star system's sun to shine in, and illuminating the planet he was moving for.Mandalore. Manda'yaim, in the Mando'a tongue. Home. With a dynamic appearance, deserts here, oceans here, lush rainforests over here. It was beautiful. He smiled, slightly, the first real smile in a while."Olarom yaim, Cyare," he said quietly.

[Krayzikk]

IC: CyareThe younger Mando glanced out the cockpit window, watching as the planet she had been raised on came into view. While the sight brought a smile to Cabur's face, her's remained impassive, almost uncaring."Indeed."