Cracked Out Role-play Theatre....

[Mike Taylor]

Okay, the premise here is a bit like the old freeform threads, except with a sense of humor about itself. Common courtesy still applies, of course. Don't trample on each other's posts and work out the outcomes of conflicts between player characters OOC and in advance based on what you feel will best move the thread along. Oh, and mooks (pirates, geebas, stormtroopers, thugs, winged monkeys etc.) can get pummelled all day long to your heart's content.

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And so our story begins...

The Barloz had been in port for almost a week now making repairs. The old blue freighter was getting some much needed work on its engines. Her captain, Resh Kaska, was also taking advantage of the down time to indulge himself a bit. Being cooped up on a starship for weeks at a time, even his own, had begun to wear on him a bit. As the repair crews went about their work, he left the docks and took a stroll, looking for somewhere to get a stiff drink and some "good company". The street was crowded with people of all kinds. Crews were loading and unloading cargo, vendors were hawking all sorts of wares. The air held a mixture of smells, pleasant and foul.

Ah..., he thought, This looks like just the place....

[Mike Taylor]

OOC: Anybody can hop in at any time.

[Maz]

OOC: Just to clarify ... This what you were wanting our Piratey characters for?

[Ecchi_Kitty]

((OOC: Aye, am curious the setting unto what role is best played. Star Wars type place? Not all space stations are made the same, ya know.))

[Mike Taylor]

OOC: The pirate thing was entirely separate, but if those are the characters you want to play, so for it. :) As to the location, it's planetside, but I figured we'd make this all up as we go. Oh, and it doesn't HAVE to be Star Wars, I just went with that angle for my own character post.

[Maz]

OOC: Star Wars is fine ... be good to bring her back, :dcool:

Her ship was impounded, her armour needed repairs, and work was scarce. She neeed a drink but didn't have the credits. But there were places that didn't matter. She walks down the main street, knowing eyes are drawn to her.

//Appearance: a bit over 5'6", long rich chestnut hair, sleekly muscular, long legs and well proportioned. Wearing a long dress with a slit nearly to her hip (if can find it will post her picture).

She stops outside the place, glances at the name, then walks in.

[Plunder Down-Under]

Standing at the bar nervously holding a steaming mug of something foul smelling, the man nervously glances over his shoulder repeatedly noticing a woman enter, attractive by human standards with long red hair, and make her way to the bar. Flicking his head tentacles, resembling dreadlocks, out of his vision and moving one hand inside his brown trench-coat to a blaster in his belt he watches as the woman orders a drink, her manner made it seem as if she owned the place.

Wondering if she could be the contact he'd been waiting for. He indiscreetly moves over to the woman forgetting his drink, "Excuse me, miss. Would you happen to be or know, Hannelore Reud?" This is said unable to comletely cover the worry in his voice.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

<Great, finally get the ship working, and the damn crew leaves me behind... Ah well, they'll be back when they notice I hadn't repaired the toilet yet...>
((OOC: Genarally assume anything in the '<>' to be in a non-standard language.))

Muttering in her native language, Trrick'ta steps into the bar. Her outfit was once an armored spacesuit, but has been heavily modified. Not only have teh plates been resized to her 3'6" frame, but a large number of attachments have been placed on the suit's arms, the most recognizable being a rather large blaster cannon on the left arm.

"Erm..." a slightly puzzled bouncer speaks up by the doorway. "Excuse me... we usually don't have much of a policy, but seriously.... you cant bring that in here... Gonna have to disconnect it." the large human says, motioning towards the blaster.

The diminutive figure stands for a long moment, the reflective facemask hiding the face beneath. Then she begins rapidly typing into some sort of keyboard. A few moments more, and Trrick'ta disconnects the blaster, holding it up to the human as a synthetic voice begins to play.

"As you wish.
However, I am obligated to inform you the containment field will fail in approximately two minutes.
Good luck."

Though quiet at first, a high pitched hum emminates from the disconnected blaster.... a hum rappiedly climing in pitch and volume as the capacator approaches critical overload.

[Maz]

As she is addressed, Iza turns slightly, keeping her appearance relaxed and her voice warm and welcoming. Slowly looks him over.

"You use that line on all women you meet?"

[Plunder Down-Under]

"Im sorry, I was meant to meet a contact here, but that was days ago Im getting desperate and have just started asking everyone who enters... Do you hear that humming noise?"

[Maz]

"I might be able to help you find them, but what can you offer me?"

Looks round for the source of the noise.

"Now that you mention it. Actually, that's a rather too familiar noise. You might want to join me."

She deftly jumps up to sitting on the bar, swings her legs over and drops down behind it.

[Sehson]

Walking through the door way as the hum reached a high pitched whine as the stunned and dumfounded bouncer watched the blaster in his hands about to overload in complete disbelief. A Stocky man 6' tall with salt and pepper grey black hair with hints of red and brown, Reaches out with fingureless gloves and takes the blaster turning around he tosses it into the air high above the street. With a high pealed scream the blaster explodes in a mostly harmless fiery ball sending everyone on the street diving for cover.

The bouncer looks over the mans Billowy blue black pants, and sleevles wrap shirt. The bouncer considers telling the man he can't bring weapons into the bar, but something about the mans fluid movement makes him ignore the twin Lightsabers the man has in his waist belt... Shaking his head he walks to the bar. On raising his hand the bartender brings a mug of the house brew to him. The man lays a credit on the bar which quickly disapears into the bartenders person.

(***description*** A Stocky man 6' tall with salt and pepper grey black hair with hints of red and brown. Currently Bright blue eyes. No tats or visible scars. He is wearing what would be similar to a bushido outfit with no armour, His waste belt has a pouch oposite twin lightsabers. Leather boots can be seen as he walks from under the billowy pant hems)

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta eyes the newcommer for a long moment before muttering a sharp string of clicks and grunts while typing a 'translation'.

<Simply reattaching to the power source would have stablized the containment field, you overgrown monkey. Ah well, what I get for threatening primitives.>

"That works too."

Proceeding to the bar proper, the slightly less well armed Trick'ta hoists herself up onto a barstool to observe the selection.

[Wayne]

Sitting in a corner table with his back to the wall, Baden tosses a couple of credits to the waitress. "Lost that bet. I thought that this would be the first and last day for your new bouncer."

Shifting in his chair, which groaned under this 5'6" 300 lbs bulky frame, he squinted to see what the couple who jumped behind the bar were up to.

[Sehson]

The bouncer stood aside as a squad of imperial shock troops entered led by and inquisitor. The inquisitor carried on a brief hushed conversation with the bouncer, ending with the bouncer giving a vague point encompassing everyone at the bar. At that the inquisitor walked to the bar and scanned the motley group of drinkers deciding on whom would be an easy target for interegation over the explosion out on the street.

Several a couple of thugs got up from the bar steadfastly ignoring the inquisitor and made for the exit. The inquisitor chuckled and nodded to the troops to let them pass. The inquisitor Eyed the couple behind the bar with the bartenders and smiled, Those he thought would know nothing they were smart and took cover. His eyes crazed over the Diminutive figure in heavy armour. He settled on a Tir-kree, as he moved upto the large mantis creature his sharp eyes noticed the lightsabers on the man standing next to it.

"Ah what have we here?" the inquisitor asked placing a hand on the blue black clad shoulder of the greying haired man. "A disidant a disruptor of the peace?"

"Tsunmei renna cho...." The man began as he turned towards the inquisitor
" 'Ees no diskrupted no peace hea." the man continued in a low gravely voice sounding of someone that had been too long in smoke.

The inquisitor Chuckled And continued in amusement "Why don't we go back to the Depot and determine that, Why else would one carry weapons of a dieing order openly? Jedi."

With an Irritated Glare the man Spoke "Ees no Je' dhi, Ees es Tchi-Ven, vus Ees louk leek Ee von sabe da vorl?" Touching the lightsabers coninuted "teese tropies."

The Inquisitor looked impressed "Trophies eh, well then come to the depot anyway we have even more questions for you, you might just be able to help the empire after all. Take him."

2 of the shock troops Led the man to the door, Once outside they failed to notice a shift in his demeanor, ever so slight. As the remaining troops surrounded him to escort him back to the Depot. He dropped to the ground. In one swift motion he kicked out shattering the armoured knee of two of the troops causing them to fall in heap in mid stride. Moving with speed barely followable with the eye, he leaped from the ground springing into the air towards the troops opposite the two with shattered knees, grabbing their helmeted heads he slammed, causing them to fall in unconsciousness with massive concussions. Swinging around he grabbed one of the two remaining troops did a complete body throw into the last leaving them in a pile. The inquisitor, surprised by this grabbed his blaster and fired. The man simply moved out of the way. The inquisitor fired again and again missing each time the man by mere inches

The Inquisitor frustrated reached out his hand and let loose a blast of cackling energy. This man is too dangerous to be let live, too wild an element even if he did kill jedi. The onlookers would swear that it was the man whom released the lightning if asked. They did not know that the elite core of the empire were force positive, That was only for the Jedi and the fearsome Sith they believed. Energy dissipated as quickly as it began, as the man simply appeared behind the inquisitor and deftly snapped the inquisitors neck.

The man looked down on the bodies laying in the street, before heading back into the bar. Several thugs and lowlifes disconnected themselves from the shadows, bordering the alleys off the street and fell on the troops, The bodies quickly dragged into those same shadows. The shock troops would simply vanish as would the inquisitor, possibly to reappear elsewhere dismembered, more likely never to be seen again.

The bouncer wide eyed moved well away as the man re-enter the bar. At the bar he place 2 credit down and a large mug of something greenish, that smoked slightly.

[Plunder Down-Under]

Looking back over the bar, the man with the dreadlocks seems like he is going to pass out. The appearance of the giant imperial slayer and the homicidal little man with too many weapons seem to tell him something. Thinking to himself

Damn Hannelore still hasnt brought my money and all these bounty hunters turning up must mean the Hutts hve a price on my head for not being able to repay them, I dont have enough money to get offplanet... I'll have to take a risk

Turning to the woman, attempting to keep the new arrivals from seeing his face. The silent decision made, his nervousness seems to dissapear.

"I havent introduced myself, my race doesnt have names but my chosen Title is Hunter, though right now Im more the Prey right now. Im looking for some, less than legal, transport off planet I dont care where to. I can pay in credits, can you help me?"

[Maz]

Standing up from behind the bar after the initial explosion, she watches in wonder of the new guy kicking Empire ass. She longed to be in a good fight again. She needed credits.

She quickly scans the room, analysising who she could see. Catching someone in a corner squinting at her she smiles warmly and winks.

Her movements are smooth, graceful, confident.

Crouches back down.

"Hi Hunter, I'm Iza. And I might be able to help you. How much credits are we talking about here? And how much trouble are you in?"

[Plunder Down-Under]

"I can pay you 2000 credits in advance and you'll get the rest when we arrive safely, wherever. Now about my trouble, if Im traveling with you, you should know. When I was young I left my home planet for a ife of adventure as a bounty hunter, all bounty hunters end up working for the Hutts eventually and there I found myself, it was stable job, until one bounty.

He was a low ranking Imperial something or other and I botched the job, lost my ship and got spotted before escaping. I went back to the Hutts to borrow money to buy a new ship so I could keep working, but I couldnt afford to repay the debt so they made a deal with me, I was to wait here until 'Hannelore' arrived and I was to recieve new orders when she arrived. She hasnt arrived.

I suspect she died or ran off and when you dont repay Hutts you get a price on your head. Not too dangerous cargo for you, am I?"

[Maz]

Does some quick maths in her head.

"That's a resonable fee. Though I should warn you it ain't my ship, it's a friends, don't worry I find him business all the time. And oh, not all bounty hunters end up with the Hutts. "

At that she just smiles sweetly and stands back up, smiling sweetly to the bar tender also.

"Sorry Marv."

She hops back onto sitting on the bar, her exposed leg is bent at the knee and propped on a stool. The slit in the dress allowing it to fall either side, but cover the rest of her modestly. Picks up her drink and sips it.

[Plunder Down-Under]

Bowing his head in gratitude to Iza from behind the bar eying the exits, "Excellent, I'll find you when you're about to leave, but right now Im gunna take the back door out of this joint before some bounty hunter notices me and tries to collect."

As he steps out the backdoor Hunter noticed something from the corner of his eye, reacting with practiced speed he lept out of the path of the blaster fire landing behind some barrels blaster already drawn. Listening intently he counts to 4 before diving out hitting the bounty hunter in the chest killing him instantly. Hunter searched the bounty hunters body quickly before dissapearing into the shadows.

[Maz]

"Okays."

She leans closer and whispers "Moon Rise", then gives him a peck on the cheek.

"See you later."

[Wayne]

Thinking to himself that this looks like a promising deal, seeing the young lady wink at him, in the making. Baden hefted himself from his table, smoothing out his worn old brown duster and sholdering a bag that never leaves his side.

Moving over to the bar and taking the spot next to her, "Barkeep, make sure this lady's next drink is on me."

"Name's Baden and it looks like you could use my help. I've seen what kind of bounty there is on that guy, and you is just asking for a load of trouble just by talking to him."

[Compton]

In the back of the cantina, Janson steps out of the shadows that Hunter only recently vacated after slipping a tracking beacon on him. Janson doesn't care about Hunter. He's waiting for the Empire to send someone "special" after him. Until then, when Hunter needs it, he'll have a guardian angel. Janson's employers need to know why Hunter's mark was important enough for the Empire to keep alive despite indescretions that would normally have had the 501st knocking down his door.

<Character description- short height, only 5'4" with a very light blue, almost grey colored skin. Lean build of pure muscle but hidden beneath muted colored utlitarian clothing. Completely bald with rune like tatoos covering most of his body. He is always discreetly but heavily armed and armored.>

[Maz]

She downs what's left of her current drink and indicates to Marv for another.

"Hi Baden,"

Looks him up and down, then offers her hand.

"I'm Iza. And a girl's gotta make a living."

Still holding his hand, she leans forward, eyes twinkling.

"Help me? What you got in mind?"

[Wayne]

"Fer starters, your ship ain't gonna be fast enough, and I can fix that."

Baden had always been good with machines, he just knew what was wrong and could fix anything, so he became a mechanic and a ship's engineer on any space ship that would take him.

"If ya can get me aboard as your new mechanic I can increase whatever your top speed is by 10%"

Patting his old leather saddle bag "I'm pretty good with explosives."

[Maz]

Iza sits back, for the slimest of moments her eyes look disappointed. She sighs and lounges back.

"A mechanic? Well the crew definately don't include one of those. What are you wanting out of this?"

[Sehson]

The grey haired man set down the empty mug, Turning from the bar he scanned the occupants of the bar, most of the regulars took a profound interest in there drinks. Outside, through the still open door, a platoon of battle droids marched from the spaceport to somewhere deeper in the heart of the city. A low thrum could be felt through out the building as a large imperial transport lifted off and sped towards space.

Stopping in front of Iza and Baden on his way to the back exit the grey hair man spoke to them taking in Iza form quickly "es goot team to moob un. Tay vinds blow feiry, un stoam comink. Tay impair massink men trops hea, no sink e levt hea soan, Ees tink."

Exiting the Cantina through the same door Hunter had, He gave a slight Nod to Janson before exiting the door acknowloging Jansons presence in the shadows.

[Maz]

Makes eye contact with the grey haired man, trying to let his words sink in. By the time she works out what he was saying, he's already heading out the exit.

"Uh ... okay."

Her confidence is ever so slightly knocked.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

The diminutive Trrick'ta sits quietly at the bar, ignoreing the fightings around her. With a small tool kit from her belt, she tinkers for a while with her gun arm, covering the ports which used to house the blaster cannon and rerouting the power conduits.

Turing around on the barstool, Trrick'ta extends the modified arm before her. A fat blue spark suddenly flares at the armored fingertips, fading swiftly with the faint scent of ozone.

Satisfied with the modified tazer, the faceplate turns towards Baden and Iza expectantly.

[Compton]

Janson having already given Hunter a decent enough lead to be safe to follow starts out in the same direction. Never one to rely completely on kit, he uses traditional survielience methods. The devil is in the details. details frequently missed by tech. As he leaves he activates his modified Phoenix Hawk class ship's pre launch start up via a discreet forearm mounted slave rig. The Salty Dog had a short prep time but he likes to be prepared.

The tracker he placed on Hunter will work in space, but he was hoping to get one on the ship Hunter boards. Logic dictates waiting until the last possible moment to accomplish that task. You never know when a mark is going to double back and catch a different ride. Plus it reduces the chance of the beacon be noticed pre-flight. Most fringers use late model Corellian ships with such irregular hulls that most software that scans the hulls for tracking beacons don't work. Fringers don't have the credits to but the sleek Nubian ships that would have that software. Janson still likes the tracking devices inside though. Just works better.

Thinking back to the grey haired man who waved to him. No salute was more accurate. Janson wasn't surprised, if it had been anybody else he might have been. Anyone who carries a pair of lightsabers is not to be underestimated.

[Wayne]

"mostly, Iza, I am just looking for a good ship to ride on and a good adventure to bet on. And you Darlin' look to be a good bet."

Smelling the ozone in the air and pulling an old half used cigar out of an unseen inside pocket Baden turns towards the small armored figure staring him down.

"you might want to twek back on your power output and widen the focus, then ya won't get the smell."

Finishing his drink and turning back to Iza. "now I think that the real adventure just walked out that back door with the funny talkin' grey hair. How about we wonder off and see if he's followin' yer twitchy friend?"

[Compton]

You can get intel three ways, as far as Janson is concerned. High tech toys, greased palms, and good old fashion ingenuity. He'd had to use a mix of the three to narrow the ship Hunter would be boarding to 3 choices. He'd over heard the woman's name that had been hired to ferry Hunter off world using tech. He'd narrowed the search further by greasing palms (and breaking a few appendages) at the spaceport. Then he hacked the database and matched the ships at berth crews' to the woman's description.

Fortunately while the three ships were spreadout his was well sorted and never at a great distance from any of them. He'd lost track of the grey haired man, but that didn't bother him. There was no danger there, at least not yet. He'd been able to keep track of Hunter easily enough. It was always risky to pass your mark when keeping them under surveilance, but Hunter had to end up at the spaceport sooner or later. Janson's vantage point allowed him to observe the berth entrances for all three ships.

He'd have to be careful once he found out which ship Hunter was boarding. He just needs to slap a beacon on the edge of the landing ramp. Its the best location. But you can't do it too early because its a easy spot to notice. But if you place it too late you risk loosing a hand. But once its on, its on to stay, and no one ever notices them when they are leaving the ship.

[Sehson]

The grey haired man walked down the alleyway, bending down to the bounty hunters corpse, he picked up a pair of small tracking beacons, the bounty hunter had hoped to at least tag his prey for his partner to track. Smiling he activated one as he walked out of the alley and slapped it on the back of a power droid. The electronic noise should cause the signal to be intermittent at best from that tracker he thought.

Walking further down he stopped at a street food vendor and bought some form of meat on a stick, the heavy spices disguised whatever flavor the meat might have had. After a bite he activated the second tracker and placed it in the center of the meat. Walking near a particularly trashy alley he tossed the meat into a garbage pile. Within moments snarling came from the pile as two meter long two legged reptilish creature began to fight over the meat. The larger of the two managed to snag most of the meat from the smaller and ran further down the alley swallowing it whole. disapearing into a hole at the base of a building.

He continued walking to the large boarding hostel, where he had been staying. At the desk the grisled old twilek Spoke up recognising the Grey hair mans look as he was leaving. <you come back anytime, your good tenent keep the thugs from breaking stuff or stealing me blind>

The grey haired man chuckled and gave the old twilek credit chip worth more then the man would make in a dozen years or more. <you might want to leave bad things are coming retire somewhere nice.> He said to the twilek in an obscure twilek dialek with a rough accent.

It took the old twilek a couple moments to register what he had heard, and comprehend what he was given, at which he smiled and thanked the man and began to dream of where he might go to live in comfort.

The grey haired man went up the stairs and remove a single canvas duffle from a locker coded to him. Clearing the coding he returned to the street with his duffle and headed back to the spaceport, to find the Moon Rise.

Iza's friend had no idea what her sexy legs were going to bring them, or the storm that was short to follow.

[Plunder Down-Under]

((OOC: Im just wondering if Mikes character is still just standing outside staring at the signs :p))

[Maz]

Just a note ... for anyone looking: Whatever your methods this info is readily available. Iza is a Courascont (I know, bad spelling) debutant, and missing ... and oh, there are no ships registered under her name, :cool:

"Okay Baden," her eyes twinkling again, "you got my interest. I'll vouch for you to join the crew, but inevitabley it's up to 'him'."

Iza hops off the bar, and brushes down her dress. She looks curiously at the diminutive creature next to them.

"You know, you remind me of someone I once knew. Don't suppose you collect shiny things?"

[Compton]

Sitting casually keeping an unnoticed eye on all three ships, Janson tunes the com in his ear to the local authorities frequency. It wouldn't do to have Hunter picked up by the Imps. Or on the other it could be the local authorities might have been bought off by others, either way it would be wise to keep tabs on them. He briefly considered listening to the Imperial chatter, but if they noticed, they'd change frequencies, or worse track it back to him. And a fire fight in the middle of the star port wouldn't help him spot Hunter's ship. He could monitor it safely from his ship, but that would reduce his chances for slipping a beacon on Hunter's ride. Best to just stick with the local's frequency, and keep an eye on his surroundings for hints of other complications.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta cocks her helmet to the side, pondering a moment before typing rapidly. After a moment, Iza's voice plays back before the robotic translator.

"....shiny things?"

"Of a sort. Credits, technological items, spare parts. But I am not squib."
((think is Squib.... giant squirrels that collect shiney junk?))

"I am Trrick'ta of Gla'kree. I am also a mechanic. I do not make promises for improving a ship I have yet to see."

The faceplate turns to Baden with the last comment.

[Wayne]

"Well Trrick'ta, I ain't met a ship yet that I hadn't been able to make better."

Since the bar had clearned some from the previous commotion, the faint steps of a squad of Stormtroopers could be heard as a distant echo.

"But there's no need to argue. I do suggest that we might want to make ourselves scarce since it sounds like back up is coming to check on those Troops that got womped"

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta start to make a dismissive gessture, then pauses, eyeing the spot where her blaster used to be.

"Your suggestion is not without merit."

[Wayne]

Iza, Trrick'ta, and Baden make their way to the back ally to avoid any Imperial problems and to have Iza introduce them to the man that may have room on his ship.

[Plunder Down-Under]

The bounty moves silently through the alleyway, his prey had given him the slip, but was wounded first so he wont be able to hide forever. Crouching in the shadows it would be a near impossible task to see the bounty hunter before he found and he knew this an was confidant.

He scans the area for the bounty but is distracted by something dripping nearby, turning to investigate the dripping, ready to fire at the slightest sign of movement. The bounty hunter takes two steps then is vaporised by a sniper shot.

Hunter jumps down from his hiding spot dropping the sniper on the floor, he opens his medpack performing first aid on the wound in his side. Three bounty hunters just today, and this last guy was a real pro. I must have pissed off more people than I realised, Id best get to Iza's ship right away before someone better than me turns up...

[Maz]

Stands in the alley for a moment, and looks Trrick'ta's armour appraisingly (any visible controls/switches/power sources?). Then back to Baden, with a rather playful expression.

"Well. If you're both coming, keep up."

Without looking into the main street Iza just saunters out. As troops go past, one or two look her way, she just smiles sweetly and keeps walking. Now can see her moving better, her dress moves perfectly with her graceful, smooth strides. In the better light, can see her muscles are well toned, obviously works out a bit.

After a descreet distance she pulls out a communicator, and appears to have a rather heated debate/haggle with the person on the other end. Iza slows slightly to allow the others to catch up.

"Well good news is the ship is alright, the bad news is ... well not so much bad news, just slightly embarrasing for me, since having guests. It's impounded. Business been slow. But with the promised credits can get it released and have some left over for Theork. Not such a bad day after all."

Iza leads them to the main hangers and then to some side hangers on other side of the complex. As she walks into the open hanger doors of one building, there is no ship inside, but a tall Mon Calamari in a grubby grey jumpsuit walks forward to meet the party.

"Hey Yen! Where's the ship?"

"Iza. Where's the money?"

"It'll be here. Mind if these guys can have a look over her? Potential new crew."

"You? With a crew? Interesting."

"Yen."

"Fine whatever. Hanger 2."

"Ooh. My lucky number. Thanks Yen!"

[Plunder Down-Under]

Hunter appoaches the main entrance of the hanger complex and approaches one of the employee's on duty.

"Hello, could you please tell me where the ship 'Moon Rise' is docking?"

The worker breifly glimpsed up dismissivly glancing over, "Thats private inforation, now if you dont mind Im busy" before looking down as if he'd forgotten Hunter was there.

Briefly letting his frustration show, Hunter composed himself holding a handful of credits in front of the worker "Ah but Im on of the crew and I was out drnking last night and Ive forgotten where the ship is docked"

Th worker now interested looks up again "They couldnt pay the hanger fee and its been impounded, but you might want to go check hanger 2" Eagerly reaching for the credits, Hunter calmly closes his hand placing the credits back in his pocket and walking off.

"Hey! Damn it"

[Compton]

"Hey, Damnit!"

It was the exclamation that got Janson's attention. It got more than just his, several people in the space port turned around. Janson feigned the casual curiosity that everybody else expressed, although he felt none of it. There was Hunter walking towards Hanger 2.

This was going to be tough. 3 others including the woman had just walked into the hangar before Hunter got there. He'd have to be quick and good. He had no desire to get into a fight with any of these people. They weren't his target. And despite his capabilities, without some prep work, taking four people at once with the weapons he had on him wouldn't be easy. Especially with whatever it was in that armor suit.

Running through options in his head, he kept an eye on the small group casually making his way in the hangar's direction without seeming to be heading to the hangar itself.

In his ear comlink, suddenly he hears the one thing he didn't want to hear,

"All local authorities, this is the Imperial Garrison Commander, you are to seal off the space port and let no ships or personel leave. Imperial forces will be arriving shortly."

Janson didn't know if the imps were coming for him, Hunter or some other poor sucker. And it didn't really matter. He had enough contraband on his ship to run a small war. (Which is essentially what he was doing after all) Whoever was willing to take Hunter in would certainly not want to get stuck in the crosshairs of the Empire either.

And then it struck him... Hunter still had the tracking device on him. If Janson could get them on the ship before he found out they'd all be safe from the Empire for the time being. Walking briskly but non threateningly up to the group he addresses Hunter first.

"If you want to get out of here before the Imps or Bounty Hunters find you, I suggest you make like a squall and bounce out of here. The imps are on thier way here now. They are trying to close down the space port."

Looking at the armor clad figure, "I trust you are scanning local frequencies, or at least have the ability?"

[Maz]

"Ah, Hunter. So glad you could make it. Now please go pay some money to the nice young Mon Calamari back there. 1,257 credits to be precise, thanks. Don't worry won't leave without you."

Iza spins round to face Janson.

"What the-? Imperials? Just great!"

She pulls out her comlink again: "Prep for launch. I know. Just prepare!"

She walks through the standard door of hanger 2 and hits a power switch. The lights come on to illuminate a YT1200 (? need to double check that, and will post a pic soon, :D)

"Welcome to the Moon Rise."

Iza walks round to the back, and speaks in her comlink again: "Open, level 3."

The entire back entrance opens as a ramp into a massive cargo area in the back of the ship. (just for proportions have fit a x-wing in, with a lot of scarping)

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta is in a Core Division Spacesuit((probally not the right name, but I fail to recall)), though heavily modified. The design is years old, but remains popular due to it's sturdy design, quality craftmanship, ease to modify, and the standard blaster cannon built into the suits arm to 'ward off rouge astroids while operating in space'.

This particular suit, as mentioned, has been heavily modified. For one part, it has been greatly reduced in size, and the standard powerpack on the back appears to have been replaced with a more powerful version. Both arms are layered with a bizzard assortment of gadgets, many related to the field of mechanics; spot weilders, precission clams, circut testers, short range scanners, cutting tools, and communicators. Many parts are not fully connected or assembled, but can be swiftly modified to fill most any need while on the job.

The array of parts also serves as camoflage. While the readily visible blaster has been removed, one may eventaully notice the housing for a long vibro-blade hidden under a diagnostics display.

Beyond the standard gadgets and tools, the suit has a simple powered exoskeleton added to the powerpack and limbs, supporting much of the suits weight while in gravity, and adding a bit of extra muscle for the user while in zero-g. Metalic claws have been attached to the feet, allowing for a firm stance on most any terrain, espically non-ferrous surfaces where magnetic boots prove ineffective.

To each side of the backpack powerpack is a container, the one apparently a fairly standard storage container. The second gives the impression of a squat launch platform, but is the wrong dimensions for rockets or grenades.
((phew, been a while since worked with all that...))

[Ecchi_Kitty]

With a far smaller step then her larger companions, Trrick'ta is forced to maintain a near jog to keep up. But, with the suits power system bearing most to the weight, she appears to have no problem with the pace.

The hanger worker Yen receives a bit of idle intrest as the trio passes, and a quiet, non-synthasized, greeting murmured in Mon Calamari.

Approaching the ship, the small mechanic idly taps are her wrist computer, jotting down observations and ideas from her initial view. A practice which swiftly ends when Janson makes his approach. Typing as the others react, she heads towards the lowering ramp, pointing towards Janson to make clear to whom she is speaking.

"Can, yes. Am, no. Suggested frequency amplitudes?"

Shifting to point at Iza, she continues,

"What are in-ship frequencies? What is in need of assistance to facilitate launch?"

[Compton]

"I wouldn't worry about the local frequencies anymore, switch to the standard imperial ones. The local boys are going to here to keep whoever they are after in, but the imps are the ones coming to do business. And at this point I doubt they're going to worry about tracking the signal back to you."

Janson looks towards the entrances expecting to see the white armored forms of storm troopers any moment. He reaches under his tan duster and pulls a DC-15 rifle with collaspable stock, he holds the muzzle away from the others as he extends the stock. Knowing the weapon is old, he offers, "What can I say, I like the classics?"

[Wayne]

"This is all well and good but if Hunter is as hot as it looks then there are more coming then a few blasters can handle"

Pulling a couple of thermal detenators out of yet another unseen pocket, "I'll make sure nobody comes in or follows while the rest of ya git on the ship"

Moving towards the door Baden starts setting up a few explosives in very specific patterns. Then heading towards other doors in the hanger starts setting up booby traps that will go off.

With a special remote control Baden can set any of the explosives off at will or let them take out the Stormtroopers on their own, but so no innocents get hurt Baden makes sure that his usual shut offs are in place to he can disarm the bombs as soon as the ship lifts off.

[Plunder Down-Under]

During the interaction Hunter had largely ignored everything but the most vital information, the imps were coming and paying Mon Calamari lets them leave first. As soon as he knew this he had run off and payed Mon. Running back to the group Hunter saw pull out an older blaster rifle, likely improved beyond its original capability.

Throwing his hand into his coat Hunter pulled out a hand held blaster pistol, "Alright, the ships been released lets get out of here! Before this tuns into a fire fight"

[Compton]

"Give me 30 seconds before you activate those." Looking at Iza, "I need to get to my ship then I'll follow you up and out, providing any covering fire I can. She's not an a capitol ship so once we are out transmit a RV point to me."

Janson looks over at Hunter and the blaster in his hand. "I mean you no harm as long as you don't get in my way, and your better off taking my help than not. And if you help me I'll get the Hutts off your back."

With that Janson trots off towards his ship keeping his senses alert for danger. Just before he reaches the hangar entrance to his ship the first of the stormtroopers arrive. There are only 4. He drops two in as many shots before diving through the entrance way and temporary safety of his hangar. With any luck the other two will call for back up before following him in. Giving Iza and her ship more time to get out. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a small cyro grenade, as he runs towards his ships ramp he sets the timer and rolls it towards the intrance.

[Sehson]

The Grey haired man, leaning against one of the ramps large hydrolic pistons as the ramp decended to let Iza and party enter, watched the stormtroopers be dropped with mild amusement. "Vu vill wana Hab sheep sk'and" Noting Iza shocked face he spoke and handed her several tracking disabled devices. "Ees sees teese ezy, loekink Debice habeen popt un neet fict"

***(ooc: He speaks common with a very heavy accent thus the phonic spelling, I anyone needs tranlation just ask And I'll through translated in the posts"

[Plunder Down-Under]

Hiding in the shadows inside the ship Hunter mounts his sniper rifle preparing to hold of the Imps. Whether or not they waiting for Janson to reach his ship before they left was up to Iza and her Captain and judging by her calm demeanor in chatting with an old man, Hunter guessed they'd be waiting.

A single Storm Trooper ran around a corner and crumpled to the ground struck by the Hunter's shot. There was no point wasting Trrick'ta's land mines on just one soldier. 30 seconds, Hunter thought, easy.

[Compton]

The Salty Dog was already powered up as the ramp closed. Quickly storing the rifle in the onboard armory, Janson climbed up into the cockpit and flipped on the com.

"Moon Rise, this is Salty Dog, I am in and ready to provide escort services for a one time fee of nothing granted I be provided a chance to sit down and discuss a business proposal with your crew and passenger." spoken even as Janson powered up the dual tri blasters of his ship and brought up the targeting system. As he gracefully lifted the ship into the air the stormtroopers, with back up, entered and started setting up a heavy repeating blaster. It wouldn't break through the shields, but Janson hovered to give them the time... In his mind's eye he could see the timer counting down.

He'd left the cryoban grenade times to coincide with the other charges that had been set. If he'd timed it right his grenade would detonate, trapping the stormtroopers in the surrounding area when the other blast went off. Maximum effectiveness.

The fuse was getting short now....5...4...3...

[Plunder Down-Under]

"Iza! Other People! That guy from before, his ship is ready! Lets go!" Hunter restored the rifle to its place beneath his coat heading inside the ship along with the remaining crew. The ship was prepping for take off when several explosions obliterated the storm troopers.

Hunter looked out seeing the storm troopers laying motionless "It looks like we've bought ourselfs a little time to take off."

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta isn't big on cackeling. No when just shooting at people. When shooting at people by breaking a few important rules of physics, well....
((not my landmines, were Jansons.... I think....))

Heading deeper into the ship, she looks around absently, fiddeling with a communicator on her arm.

"Do you need anyone manning the weapons systems, and if so, where are they?"

Tapping a final button, a small speaker near her shoulder begins to quietly sound the imperal frequency, routed from the scanner. The signal is poor and mostly static, but the majority of the commands can be made out.

[Wayne]

(occ-Baden blew the stuff up)

Moving into the ship with the others Baden just grins at the sounds of the explosions remembering how much fun it was to blow up imperials.

[Compton]

The explosion was bigger than he'd expected. Its rocked the Salty Dog on its repulsors, but the job was done. Everything worked perfectly. Stormtrooper armor can withstand a lot of kinetic energy usually. There is a chance they would have survived the thermal dets. However the cyroban grenade's flash freezing of the armor made it brittle so when the other explosions went off the imps were shredded by the shrapnel that used to be their own armor.

"Moon Rise, we have an open window, I suggest we make use of it." His scope was picking up speeder bikes and a chariot assualt vehicle en route.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta doesn't wait for a full responce, heading towards where the ships weapons systems were located the last time she was on a ship of this model.

Absently she listens to the Imperal's responce to the explosions, and the subsequent squabbeling over who's fault it was that no one checked for traps. As usual, they end up blaming one of the guys who died in the trap. When they turn to the topic of persueing the escaping ship, she quickens her pace.

Pulling a short length of wire from the blaster tracking array, Trrick'ta idly hopes the interface will be compatible with her in-suit target tracking system. Make things a bit easer, rather then trying to translate a human interface on the fly.

[Captain Kitty]

((ooc: can somebody give me a quick run down of events and where you guys are so i can pop in?))

[Sehson]

(ooc: Read the thread:jbgrin::dp:

It's starwars based... Someone has a hell of a bounty on them, some grey haired guy with lightsabers kicked an elite shock squads ass without using lightsabers. somethings have blown up, and no everyone is bugging out because the imperials are hunting some one or something.... and well no one wants to be around for the interagation, search and seizure and all that good shit...

And well its kinda MAz's turn since the ship she created is now the main plot point.)

[Mike Taylor]

((OOC: Im just wondering if Mikes character is still just standing outside staring at the signs :p))

*OOC: Been trying to play catch up with the rest of you.*

[Wayne]

(occ - here you go Mike)

Now that his bar cleared out some Marv noticed a note left on the counter labled "Capt Resh Kaska of the Barloz" attached to a small package.

While on the Moon Rise, Baden hopes that the man he was looking for, since he heard that he ran a fair ship, would find the message that he left. And triggered a signal device that he knew would only be traced by the device he left for Kaska, and thought of the hurried note"

"Captain Kaska - I had hoped to find you in port and catch a ride on your ship but other things came up. I heard that you were an honest man and we might need a little back up. This device will allow you to find us. Baden"

[Captain Kitty]

The bar was suddanly not entirely empty, as a tall raven haired woman with wolf yellow eyes walked in and looked around. She frowned as she noted that the place was pretty much empty and leant against the bar. She wore simple travel worn black trousers and a white blouse, her feet were bare.

[Mike Taylor]

(occ - here you go Mike)

Now that his bar cleared out some Marv noticed a note left on the counter labeled "Capt Resh Kaska of the Barloz" attached to a small package.

While on the Moon Rise, Baden hopes that the man he was looking for, since he heard that he ran a fair ship, would find the message that he left. And triggered a signal device that he knew would only be traced by the device he left for Kaska, and thought of the hurried note"

"Captain Kaska - I had hoped to find you in port and catch a ride on your ship but other things came up. I heard that you were an honest man and we might need a little back up. This device will allow you to find us. Baden"

Resh found the note in question along with the tracking device. Wary of the note because of past experiences, he checked his blaster and then contacted his ship on comlink as he exited the bar.

"D, this is Kaska."

"Go, Captain."

"Got a note asking me to contact someone while I'm in port. Sounds like someone's looking to sign on as crew."

"As crew, Captain?" D was a little astonished. "Are they suicidal?"

"Very funny, droid. Have Gilmaur meet me at the main gate. I want back-up in case this is another one of Prubla's ambushes. Kaska, out."

"Aye, sir. D out."

[Sehson]

A tall pale skinned Woman with long straight hair flowing past her shapely butt, her pale grey silken sheath dress enhancing her firm physic, high slits allowing for ease of movement, Brushes past Resh talking on his communicator into the fairly empty bar. Looking around she squints her pale blue, almost white eyes appearing as if she is trying to see into the fabric of time itself. With a very thick accent she asks the bartender "2 meters tall, greying hair, stocky human, black cloths with blue on them, he was here wasn't he?"

Marv the bartender just looked at her and shrugs "we get all kinds in here I don't recall that human." He stated flatly.

Exasperated the woman slaps 200 credits on the counter "I can feel he was here, twin lightsabers, where did he go?"

Marv's quick hands make the credits disapear almost as quickly as they appeared, "I'm not saying I saw any humans like that Definately no jedi's. But I do recall some people that went out the back into the alley after that well I don't know."

The woman sighed and quickly headed for the back door. Just as she was out the door, Marv called out "Oh yea there was some explosions down at the spaceport I don't know if that has anything to do with those people or not."

Muttering to herself <old man I swear I'm going to rip your arms off and kill you with them.>as she passed a corpse in the alleyway.

[Captain Kitty]

The raven-haired woman raised an eyebrow as she listened to the strange woman demand to know about a man with twin light-sabers. She waits a few moments before following her. She shimmered and she walked, and once he was out of the door-way, she disapeared altogether.

[Sehson]

The pale woman left the far end of the alley, scanning the now empty street she turned left and walked a ways down stopping infront of a vacated food cart.

Squads of storm troopers marched down the streets cause the what locals left on the streets to scurry between doorways. if they ventured out at all. MArshal law had all but been declared. They people not wanting to fight stayed out of trouble and the empires way.

The woman scanned the streets looking, for her persuant, and her quarry. Not seeing either she continued on. Her path led her down another alley in front of a Hostel. She looked the building up and down before entering barely noting the sign hung on the down stating closed in several written languages. Inside an Old twilek was busying himself throwing away various items, and packing. Turning to the woman he exclaimed " Oh sorry miss, we are no longer in business, I'm afraid you cannot stay here." Thinking a moment he continued "Well that is if you do not want to buy it, 5000 credits and its yours a steal I know. But I'm retireing and well just don't want to be bothered. I've always kept a clean place, the droids are included, sure its a seedy part of town but still there are respectable customers still if you maintain your standards..." he rambled as he worked at disposing and packing.

The PAle woman stepped up to the Old twilek. "A human 2 meters greying he stayed here didn't he?" She asked in a firm tone.

The Twilek barely noticed the tone as he answered "Hmmm yes, he was such a nice man. Helpfull too that's why I'm retired he said a storm is coming and I should find someplace nice. No reason to doubt him. pretty straight forward he was. He took his bag and left this morning to the space port."

The pale woman stood looking around the place, As the twilek seemed to notice her for the first time. "Ah yes yes, I remember "the twilek started "You girl are you Shara Ven?" he asked.

Taken aback Shara replied "Yes"

"Good, good. He told me to give this to you when he arrived seemed to know you'd come eventually. Don't know If it would have mattered if I had gone to though he seemed more concerned about me leaving then staying and making sure you got this may have thought you'd find it no matter." He finnished matter of factly, and handed her a small silver disk. Then went into the other room to continue sorting.

As she held the small disk a small hologram appeared above it of the grey haired man. The hologram spoke in some other language. <Shara, you must return home. I know you think what you are doing is right but trust me this storm is much bigger the the Tschi Ven imagined. I will see you again in this life or the next.>

Anger crept into her voice as she replied... <Ga'ilen, (pronounce Gay eh len) What are you getting into?>

She swept out of the hostel and headed towards the space port.

[Maz]

"Okay people let's move. You'll find the public seating area through the first door from the cargo area. Make yourselfs comfortable. V should have worked out the co-ordinates, so we should be ready for lightspeed as soon as we leave orbite."

With that Iza jogs up the ramp, across the cargo area and disappears through a door.

As people walk on; you walk through a cargo hold, there are a couple crates strapped to one side, and a single door that is still open. Walking through the door you enter a circular public area (comfortable seats, big table, holographic chess table to one side. Striaght ahead is a corridor and another to the left.

Left corridor you find 6 doors. 2 that open are bunk rooms.

Straight ahead corridor, you find a walk-through kitchen, and on the other side of that is a door, which you presume is the cockpit, but it's locked.

[Maz]

The engines fire off. The ship moves steadily forwards out of the hanger, then with a sudden burst of speed it lauches.

//OOC - Kitty, there is one mounted cannon, like in the Millenium Falcon. Other weapons can't be accessed from outside of the cockpit, and there is no accessing that either.

//OOC - just to recollect, who's on board?

[Ecchi_Kitty]

((OOC: Ecchi, BloodEye, or Trrick'ta, please. There's a 'kitty!' around, makes things confusing if go by 'Kitty' ;) ))

Passing by the doorway to the cockpick, Trrick'ta heads over to poke her head in and take a look around, vaugely annoyed to find the door locked against her. After a glance at the lock, she continutes on to the weapons system. Finding that locked, as well, she mutters absently, popping open the access panel to seize on one of the local computer nodes.

<<Good good good. Crap control system, but at least it's standardized crap. Let's see, power regulator, engines, coolant, ah, weapons system... secondary processor... uplink... there we go. What? Yes yes I'm sure you moronic AI, just run the damn program... No no, local processor, don't divert from navigation. I swear, damn human computers are suicidal... there we go...>>

[Plunder Down-Under]

((OOC: Onboard are Hunter(me), Trrick'ta(Ecchi_Kitty), Baden(Wayne), Janson(Compton) is in his own ship following us, No idea what Sehson is or where he's doing it, Captain Kitty is following a lady who is chasing Sehson and is also written by Sehson. I think thats everyone, oh and Mike is in the bar we started in.))

As the ship picked up speed to escape the atmosphere, Hunter knew they would have to fight or outrun imperial spacecraft to jump to lightspeed. It appeared Trrick'ta also knew this when he asks Iza if they need someone manning the guns and without waiting for a response took off down a corridor presumably towards the weapons systems.

Hunter watched Iza and Trrick'ta leave the room, and sits quietly ignoring all going on around him, including an alarm which he figured was probably Trrick'ta being discovered by another member of the crew.

[Maz]

Oops, my bad :o

Okay, Bloodeye ...

As Trrick'ta messes about with the weapons system, an alarm sounds throughout the ship. The door to the cockpit suddenly opens and this is who appears pointing a blaster carbine at Trrick'ta's head;

Appearace - full suit of Mandallorean armour, well maintained with some obvious and not so obvious modifications. About 6' height' A male voice filters from it.

"What are you doing to my ship?!"

Just a note: Iza's not about in the public area

[Sehson]

((ooc: Ga'ilen [grey haired man] is onboard thats my primary char, Shara [pale lady] is a secondary sub plot I started ))

Ga'ilen walks to the seating area, and takes a seat. He looks mildly amused as everyone else runs to get to the various weapons stations. Calmly he starts up a holochess game against the computer.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

<<Wha?! Huh... at least the security is decent... neat trick..>>

Trrick'ta murmurs in gruding admeration, not letting the sudden outburst distract her until the program re-stablizes. Turning to eye the armor and blaster pointed at her, Trrick'ta gives another mild grunt, vaugely impressed.

"Improving it. I am Trrick'ta of Gla'kree. Who are you?"

[Maz]

"Theork, and this is my ship. What exactly are you doing?"

The helmeted head raises slightly is if looking past Trrick'ta, down the corridor, but comes back to focus on her. The blaster still pointed unwaveringly on her.

[Captain Kitty]

The pale woman left the far end of the alley, scanning the now empty street she turned left and walked a ways down stopping infront of a vacated food cart.

Squads of storm troopers marched down the streets cause the what locals left on the streets to scurry between doorways. if they ventured out at all. MArshal law had all but been declared. They people not wanting to fight stayed out of trouble and the empires way.

The woman scanned the streets looking, for her persuant, and her quarry. Not seeing either she continued on. Her path led her down another alley in front of a Hostel. She looked the building up and down before entering barely noting the sign hung on the down stating closed in several written languages. Inside an Old twilek was busying himself throwing away various items, and packing. Turning to the woman he exclaimed " Oh sorry miss, we are no longer in business, I'm afraid you cannot stay here." Thinking a moment he continued "Well that is if you do not want to buy it, 5000 credits and its yours a steal I know. But I'm retireing and well just don't want to be bothered. I've always kept a clean place, the droids are included, sure its a seedy part of town but still there are respectable customers still if you maintain your standards..." he rambled as he worked at disposing and packing.

The PAle woman stepped up to the Old twilek. "A human 2 meters greying he stayed here didn't he?" She asked in a firm tone.

The Twilek barely noticed the tone as he answered "Hmmm yes, he was such a nice man. Helpfull too that's why I'm retired he said a storm is coming and I should find someplace nice. No reason to doubt him. pretty straight forward he was. He took his bag and left this morning to the space port."

The pale woman stood looking around the place, As the twilek seemed to notice her for the first time. "Ah yes yes, I remember "the twilek started "You girl are you Shara Ven?" he asked.

Taken aback Shara replied "Yes"

"Good, good. He told me to give this to you when he arrived seemed to know you'd come eventually. Don't know If it would have mattered if I had gone to though he seemed more concerned about me leaving then staying and making sure you got this may have thought you'd find it no matter." He finnished matter of factly, and handed her a small silver disk. Then went into the other room to continue sorting.

As she held the small disk a small hologram appeared above it of the grey haired man. The hologram spoke in some other language. <Shara, you must return home. I know you think what you are doing is right but trust me this storm is much bigger the the Tschi Ven imagined. I will see you again in this life or the next.>

Anger crept into her voice as she replied... <Ga'ilen, (pronounce Gay eh len) What are you getting into?>

She swept out of the hostel and headed towards the space port.

The woman, hidden from sight listens and watches intently to all that was going on. She then morphed into a large, beautiful white wolf. The wolf trotted up to the woman curiously, her head cocked to one side. Whining a little, she wagged her tail slowly, unsure.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

((Yes, this is long, but hopefully gives some basis as to what the hell I'm talking about.))

The Gla'kree are a relitive newcommer to the glactic scene. Lizard like in apperance, they are typically slightly smaller then human standard, with a skeltal structure suited for both bi and quarapedal travel. They are 'cool-blooded', able to survive in cold climates, but becomming sluggish and eventaully enterting a hibernative after extended exposure. While fine boned, most Gla'kree are decptively strong, able to lift similar to a human, despite their delicate apperance. Most Gla'kree are typically highly intelligent, with a knack for mechanical gadgets. They are somewhat known for their single-minded intensity, be it in the workshop, or on the battle field. Though perfectly able to understand most human languages, their physical structure makes speaking them difficult or impossible. Gla'kree are not a part of the Empire, but have no formal links to the Rebelion other then a strong affiliation with the Mon Calimari and Wookie.

The Gla'kree hail from an earth-like planet with no moon, but a thin ring of astroids. The yellow sun posseses several other planets, none inhabitable.

Approximately 500 years ago, the Gla'kree were raeping teh benifits of their planet's Industral Revolution, when world war broke out with the planet's other dominate species, the Frr'truk. The Frr'truk are a stocky feline based species, slightly below human intelligence, and known for their vicious, bullying natures. Initally, the war was fairly even, with each species posessing similar resources and technology levels. The raw power and viciousness of the Frr'truck began to shift the balance of the war, but was soon counter acted as the Gla'kree invented and produced increasingly advanced weapons, armor, and communication devices.

But the war was eventually not desided by the abilites of individual warriors, or on technology, but upon global tactics. The Frr'tuck were able to build, maintain, and strike from bases located in cold climes, advanceing during winter seasons with little opposition, and holding during the warming seasons until another winter advance.

Eventually the Gla'kree were defeated, and forceabally seperated into 3 castes. A servant class, to wait hand and foot upon the Frr'tuck. A tech class, to build and maintain the industral backbone which allowed the Frr'tuck to live in relitive luxury. And finally a small warrior class, to entertain the Frr'tuck in gladiator style compititons, and act as 'disposible' opponents for the larger and stronger Frr'tuck.

Though technology continued to advance, space flight never materialized, the Frr'tuck content on their planet, and the Gla'kree having little say in the matter, and being focused on overthrowing their overloards. The Gla'kree Rebilion was carefully planned and prepared for, with over a generation of preperation before the once slaves were to rise up in a global mass, retaking their place as the dominate species. Unfortunately, two months before preperations were final, the Empire arrived.

The Frr'tuck were enamored with the might and ruthless power of the Empire, swiftly pledging allegance to what they perceived as a larger predator, and turning the global focus to the production of starships and weapons. Factories were refitted or raized for scrap, entire montains stripmined for metals, forests burned for powerplants, until the entire planet was covered in smog and soot.

In a final act of spite, the Frr'tuck left the Glaa'kree behind on the broken homeworld, favoring the new technology of loyal droids. With the lift off of their new fleet scouring wide swaths of the planet to glass, the Frr'tuck left without a backwards glance at the planet that spawned them, reveling in their new position of outerrim shock troops and mercenaries.

Though left with little more then ashes, the Gla'kree were able to scrounge materials to reestablish something of a civilization, building a number of domed cities to protect themselves from the shattered enviroment before establishing several orbital stations. Materials from the astroid ring provided further materials, and between new production and trade, the Gla'kree have establish their own small fleet of starships.

While the servant caste has all but dissappeared, the Tech class remains strong, maintaining the domed cities and orbital stations while trying to rebuild the Gla'krees broken world. The warrior class has become something of nobility, overseeing production in addition to acting as merchants, scouts, and mercinaries to bring much needed resources back to the homeworld.

The Gla'kree have few ties to any other species, but have shown an affinity towards the Mon Cal; the two native languages similar, and the Mon Cal reputation for quality materials attracting those of the Tech caste. The honorable slave species of wookie also receives the admeration of the Gla'kree, though the physical similarity to the Frr'tuck has left relations cooler then they might otherwise be.

The acting ruler of the Gla'kree, known as The Senior Chief, has offered a reward for information regarding surviving Frr'tuck. A reward which is becomming increasingly lucrative as the Glaa'kree commit vicious genocide upon their former overlords.

Trrick'ta is from the union of both the Warrior and Tech castes, and unusual marriage, but an increasingly common one. Born with a tech understanding weapons, she also holds the vicious nature to use them. Unfortunately, she is somewhat short, even by Gla'kree standards, leading to a bit on an inferority complex.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Keeping an eye on the diagnostic display, Trrick'ta swears quietly, adjusting her tools to begin typing out an explination. Pasuing, she cocks her head to the side thoughtfully before inquireing.

<Do you speak Mon Cal?>

[Maz]

//OOC - Interesting ...

[Maz]

Some ... why?

[Sehson]

The woman, hidden from sight listens and watches intently to all that was going on. She then morphed into a large, beautiful white wolf. The wolf trotted up to the woman curiously, her head cocked to one side. Whining a little, she wagged her tail slowly, unsure.

Shara stopped walking at the sounds of the lupine whine. Turning she eyed the wolf. Then squated so she and the wolf were both eye level. She slowly reached out a hand palm up for the wolf to sniff. Her gaze steady one the wolfs eyes. She spoke, "You are not of this world, nor are you exactly what you appear. If you are lost you are welcome, though I don't know were my prey leads."

Looking up at too the sky where distant flashes of ship weapons fire can be seen bright against the slowly darkening sky as night begins to fall. She continued "Though I'm afraid we may have to weather a bit of a storm here before we'll be able to leave this world. We might as well be confortable for this storm."

Standing up Shara turned and headed back to the Hostel. Entering the Old Twilek came out of a back room "Sorry we're closed " he began. On seeing Shara He continued "Oh its you, can I help you?"

Shara walked over and set a single credit voucher on the counter, and turned to the old Twilek. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Glancing Down at the voucher The twileks reply was mearely as surprised "Oh, Oh MY."

[Ecchi_Kitty]

<Because it's far easier to communicate without that blasted translator. In answer to your previous question, I am optimizing the target lock system and slaving in a co-processer to the target aquisition phase. I would incease the voltage across the blaster's charge cell, but I'll need to regulate that personally, and havn't had a chance to slice the access codes to the doors yet.>

Absently, Trrick'ta disconnects one of the gadgets on her suit, setting the small processor on the water line to keep it cool as it helps to process data comming from the targeting system.

<While I'm thinking of it, what model is your nav-computer? Can probally overclock it's system easy enough, though dare not try anything when calculating now. When do you estimate we'll have a vector anyway?>

Closeing the access panel, Trrick'ta heads over to the doorway tothe ship's blaster, eyeing the keypad as she selects a few tools. The idea that she shouldn't break open the lock doesn't seem to occur to her.

((Back when had a TT game, had a rather large adventure set up around the Gla'kree. Never got it finished, but most of the general information I still remember.))

[Captain Kitty]

Shara stopped walking at the sounds of the lupine whine. Turning she eyed the wolf. Then squated so she and the wolf were both eye level. She slowly reached out a hand palm up for the wolf to sniff. Her gaze steady one the wolfs eyes. She spoke, "You are not of this world, nor are you exactly what you appear. If you are lost you are welcome, though I don't know were my prey leads."

Looking up at too the sky where distant flashes of ship weapons fire can be seen bright against the slowly darkening sky as night begins to fall. She continued "Though I'm afraid we may have to weather a bit of a storm here before we'll be able to leave this world. We might as well be confortable for this storm."

Standing up Shara turned and headed back to the Hostel. Entering the Old Twilek came out of a back room "Sorry we're closed " he began. On seeing Shara He continued "Oh its you, can I help you?"

Shara walked over and set a single credit voucher on the counter, and turned to the old Twilek. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Glancing Down at the voucher The twileks reply was mearely as surprised "Oh, Oh MY."

The wolf sniffed her hand carefully, then nodded as if satisfied. When the woman offered the wolf could come with her, she back happily and her tail wagged madly.
She trotted beside her homid companion, taking in the scenary, her amber eyes taking note of everything she saw. When they came to the Hostel, she busied herself with nosing around, taking account of everything.

[Sehson]

After a Few moments of shock the Old Twilek Regained himself and pocketed the Credit voucher. He beamed at Shara with a large grin. He walked over to the desk and flicked on a computer console. "Computer Register sale of property UB311 to Shara Ven effective immediate paid in full" The computer chimed transaction complete. Still beaming at Shara he Continued, Let me show you your new home. He led the way into the Large kitchen, Which was surprisingly well stocked. 3 Service droids were off to the side powered down.

The Old Twilek Hit a button on the wall and the droids sprung to life, All three chimed mechanically "Welcome mistress Ven, We are to serve is there anything you need prepared?"

The Twilek turned to Shara, "I keep them shutdown most of time when its slow they're good workers and reliable but they will frett and pester you to death. If they don't have anything to do"

The Old twilek Showed Shara around the rest of the three story hostel, Various maintance droids went happily about there daily cycles, amking sure everything was in place and spot free. Returning to the front desk. He Bowed to Shara, "Thank you and many blessing and grabbed several packes and set them on a small hover cart and pushed them out Leaving the hostel for the final time.

Shara looked around sighing she turned towards the Wolf, "Shall we see what s in the kitchen to eat? And either your going to have to tell me your name or I'll be forced to call you something like bitey." She chuckle as she headed for the kitchen.

[Sehson]

Ga'ilen barely moved as the forces of leaving atmo jostled the "Moon Rise", a subspace communicator beeped a text message. Reading the message he smiled and place the communicator back inside a hidden shirt pocket. Turning back to the holochess game he watched as a dimunitive rancor, picked up and ate a dewback which had been one of his knights. The little armoured rider twitching beneath on of the rancors feet.

[Captain Kitty]

The wolf trotted into the kitchen seemingly looking for something. Finally she spied several jars that contained some sort of granuals and beans and peas.
She leapt up and knocked them over, sending them smashing to the floor.
Avoiding the broken glass, she pushed the dry foods around with her nose then stepped back. she barked at the woman and nodded towards the dry food.
Written in granuals, beans and peas was one word.

SOLANA

[Mike Taylor]

Gilmaur met Kaska at the main gate as ordered. Gilmaur was an old and weathered man, balding and gray with a neatly groomed beard and mustache. He wore the battered and dented armor of the old KDF Marine Corps. His helmet tucked under his arm, Gilmaur saluted the captain as he approached.

"We're not in the Defense Forces any more, Gilmaur. You, don't have to do that."

"You were my commanding officer then, sir, and you are my commanding officer now, Governor Holissar be damned."

"Okay, someone wants to meet me. How they knew I was coming here is anybody's guess. I want you to keep your eyes open and have that carbine of yours ready. This place is crawling with Imps and I wouldn't put it past Prubla to have a couple of his cronies about, even if he is a third-rate Jabba wannabe."

"Where are we going?"

"Wherever this tracker takes us, sargeant."

[Maz]

Trrick'ta

<This ship works just fine, and there's more to it than meets the eye.>

Before Theork can say don't, as soon as Trrick'ta begins to tamper with the door, an ionising blast hits Trrick'ta's suit.

<This ship is tamper proof. Have made sure of that.>

[Plunder Down-Under]

"Hmm? Sounds like someones shouting, inside. Im gunna go see whats going on" Hunter draws his blaster pistol and stalks off to the sound of the voice. Passing throgh the kitchen, Hunter hears two voices chatting in an alien language, crouching down to listen he recognises one voice as Trrick'ta the other sounds human, male and fairly large.

Hunter continues to listen to the chatter until the human said something and there was a blast and the human once again spoke with a slight gloating tone. Hunter dashed around the corner pointing his weapon at the human "Leave him alone! Drop the weapon!"

[Maz]

The arm with the blaster relaxes slightly, and the helmeted head raises to look at Hunter.

The tone is relaxed, almost weary.
"You really don't want to do that. You don't stand a chance of hurting me in a straight shoot out. So do yourself a favour and put yours away."

[Plunder Down-Under]

"Im a lot more skilled with this than I look, I think I'll take the chance I can shoot through the gaps in your armor. Step away from the Gla'kree, who are you?"

[Maz]

"Uh huh."

Stands to full height.

"I am Theork and this is my ship. And this,"

Indicates Trrick'ta.

"is meddling with things that don't want to be meddled with. If you haven't heard of me then I won't be insulted, the galazy is a big place. But if you'd like to see my credentials ..."

Pulls out a data cube from a pouch on the belt of the armour, and offers it to Hunter.

"Public screen is back down there."

[Plunder Down-Under]

"Ah, you're the Captain. Tsk, I thought we were being attacked" Hunter holsters his blaster "My apologies for threatening you, I was worried for my friends life, though we are more aquaintances than friends. My name is Hunter, the human cargo for this trip"

Hunter offers a hand for Theork to shake "Is she going to be alright?"

[Maz]

Theork properly moves out of the door frame, allowing it to close behind, putting the blaster back in it's holster. Now can see the outline of the suit better. There is a holster on both thighs, but there is only one blaster. The suit looks a little heavy, but doesn't seem to affect Theork's movements.

"You're 'friend', will be fine. Just lost any power that suit and tools may contain, but it returns in a mtter of hours. I think I need to meet everyone on board, and lay some ground rules."

Theork walks briskly down the corridor to the public area and looks about, spotting Gai'len.

"Is it just the three of you?"

[Plunder Down-Under]

"No, there was a fourth, Baden, somewhere. But he was in this room when I left..." Hunter follows Theork around "I wonder where he went, and a bounty huner called Janson is following, he agreed to meet us wherever we stop and help us escape the Imperials. Speaking of Imperials why havent they attacked us yet?"

[Maz]

"Yes, I know of Janson, I sent him encoded co-ordinates for the jump, just before we jumped. You not feel it?"

Theork just shrugs and looks about for the fourth, Baden.

[Plunder Down-Under]

"I must have missed it during my meditation. It has been a pleasure to meet you but I must return to my medatative state for now"

Hunter sits cross legged on the floor and his eyes glaze over as he stares vacantly ahead.

[Compton]

((OOC Oops, I must have missed ya'll's jump to lightspeed. I'll catch up :D)

Meditating in his cabin, while speeding through hyperspace, Janson wondered if he'd made the right call. It was unorthodox to make contact with a blind. Actually once contact is made, they no longer count as a blind contact. Well regardless his plan was changed now. He'd worked black ops since he was old enough to legally fly a ship. He's adoptive parents and seen to it he was provided with all the tools he needed since he was a boy. Raised in a rare, Mandoa'/Enchani house he'd learned nearly all forms of combat since an early age. More imprortantly to him, he had learned the Mandalorian's sense of the practical and the Enchani sense of justice. Such an upbringing made him uniquely suited for black ops. He could throw down heavy weapons fire with the best of them. But he could also infliltrate silently with a vibroblade and garotte. He'd learned over the years the value of subtly. He could set up stings with the best of them. Which was in fact what he was attempting to do now. He needed to get to the Imp Hunter had failed to take out, and he needed to know what it was had set the Hutts against that same Imp. Janson was going to turn that Imp from and enemy to an asset...

[Ecchi_Kitty]

<<Bloodly damn stupid of me. Too damn used to playing with these primitives, not quality equipment. Ah well, a little humility seldom kills.>>

Muttering in her own tongue, Trrick'ta struggles with her ionized suit. While the critical components are shielded from lasting damage, enough systems, including the exoskeleton servos, shut down to make movement difficult.

After a minute of so the powerpack comes back online, and the Gla'kree starts the de-ionizing process, heading back towards the public area, vaugely curious about that data cube.

Also more then a little curious about this ship, Trrick'ta readies some of her less used sensors to gather a bit more information. Passive sanners, one ion blast is plenty.

[Wayne]

Walking back into the common are from the hatch they used to enter the ship Baden wonders if ti was a smart idea to hitch along for this little adventure. At his age he was thinking that he might have been out of the game a little too long to be jumping back in now.

[Maz]

Passive sensors suffer from a bit of static. Vague readings but can't focus on much well. There's too much to go into in here, so will let you know what you find as you find them.

What you definately sense are cameras, sensors, various power sources-small and not so small.

[Maz]

Theork looks about.

"Well, is this everyone? Please introduce yourselfs and state your intentions."

[Wayne]

"My name is Baden sir, and originally I was looking to meet up with a Captain Kaska of the Barloz to get back out into the universe, but I ran into a few others here and thought that I would come along to see if I could be any use."

Opening his old coat slowly baden pulls a small square from his belt pouch and hands it to Theork.

"I also thought that we could use some back up so I set this up for Kaska to follow."

[Maz]

"I don't know this captain. If you bring trouble down on this ship, you will be thrown out the one and only air lock."

Takes the little square.

"Who's next?"

[Plunder Down-Under]

Hunters eyes refocus and he looks up, "My name is Hunter, but I believe Iza would have already told you my story"

[Maz]

"Hunter, is there somewhere in particular you are heading or is it just away?"

[Plunder Down-Under]

"Away, cant pay off the Hutts and cant placate the imperials. No-where to go to and no-where is safe, Its very exciting."

[Maz]

That is a lot of hiding from. With the Hutts controlling the Outer Rims and the Imperials just about everywhere else. You got a plan?

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta finally makes her way back to the public area, absently trying to find some free memory space to record what information her sensors can gleen. She comments in Mon Cal

<Trrick'ta of Glaa'kree. My ship took off without me, may be a while before the idiot crew notices I'm missing, let alone figures out when and where it happened. Started out looking for something to tied me over in the meanwhile, got caught up in events.>

Pondering a moment, she inquires

<Reminds me, wouldn't happen to have an E-8 blaster carbide willing to part with? Or any blaster rifle, for that matter. Feeling a bit under armed at the moment.>

[Sehson]

Ga'ilen glances down at the miniture war occuring on the holochess set as his own rancor tears at the computers send chunks of miniture rancor meat flying.

Looking about at the pause of various people. "Ees Ga'ilen " he commented bring his hand to his chest. "Ees tac otartune to leab bevor stoam eats tay panit. Ees go var vinds blow meh. Un stong vinds blow."

His gaze turned to encompass nothing and he continued "Moah comink, pay es pediktor un pediktor es pay."

Nodding he looked back at the holochess game as a dewback rider slapped one of his droids off the board with its tail.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta looks at Ga'lin for a long moment...

"What? Is there another language in which you are more comfortable?"

[Sehson]

Ga'ilen Looked at Trrick'ta and responded "Ees note vamilah vit galtic cuemon...Geeb team... Ees poeneem vill emprube. Ees spek tierty langts un no spekten hea... Geeb team Ees lahn."

[Sehson]

****Back Planetside****The wolf trotted into the kitchen seemingly looking for something. Finally she spied several jars that contained some sort of granuals and beans and peas.
She leapt up and knocked them over, sending them smashing to the floor.
Avoiding the broken glass, she pushed the dry foods around with her nose then stepped back. she barked at the woman and nodded towards the dry food.
Written in granuals, beans and peas was one word.
SOLANA

Shara reading Solana's name responded "I'ts easy to tell you are more then you appear to someone that knows what to looks for."

Hitting the button to re-activate the kitchen droids they as they activated the first shouted immediately followed by the other two "DOGGY!!!" (ooc:Sorry but I just had to:dp: 5 points to whom ever gets the reference)

The first the stepped forward towards the spilled dry goods on the floor and began to protest "Mistress Ven it is a violation of health codes and all nominal sanitation to have a DOG in the kitchen."

Shara held up her hand and cut off the droids protest "Firstly this is not a dog. This is Solana, and you will treat her as any other guest. Secondly this place is no longer a hostel so health codes be damned. As far as sanitation is concerned I'm sure Solana is by far cleaner then some of previous guest of the hostel."

Turning towards the two other droids that had just finished cleaning up the spilled dry goods. "You two, I will need you to go procure some items." Shara then rattled off a lengthy list of various components and tools, and finnished by sending them out into the darkened street. Knowing that vendors for the items she needed didn't keep set hours.

Shara turned and looked down to Solana "Now lets see about some food. I'm sure its going to be a long..." She was interrupted by a thin weasly looking man in an Imperial uniform. At Solana' growl and raised hackles Shara petted Solana's head and spoke softly "shhhh. You don't want to bite that one we don't know where he's been or what diseases you might get"

The Officer spoke up in a whiney nasaly voice after looking at a data pad " I see you have purchased this establishment, all sales must be approved by the Imperial liason, I'm afraid we will have to confiscate the premises and everything in it. You will be able to file a complaint with the proper authorities on Corcurasant. " Stepping closer he brushed his hand up Shara's firm stomach to the side of her breast and continued "Though I think an arrangement could be made for us to overlook this infraction."

This cause Solana to stand and begin growling fiercely. Shara's face remained impassive as she lifted her hand and placed her well manicured finger with its short nails against the tip of the officers nose and pushed him to arms length with little effort. "This was a private sale which despite Imperial presence on this planet is governed by local laws, you have no right to confiscate anything."

To this the remaining Droid spoke up. "Mistress Ven is correct Officer in matters of private sales the local governing body is in..." With a glance the droid stopped.

Shara casually moved her had to the officers still on her breast. Grasping it the officer dropped to his knees in pain. "Now you will go away like the useless functionary with delusions of grandeur you are, And I will here nothing of this."

Withdrawing and Ident card from a hidden pocket on her dress she continued "Or I will be sure to file a formal complaint on your assault of someone whom carries diplomatic status in the Empire. Along with letting everyone in your command how easily a girl kicked your ass." Releaseing the officers hand he scrambled to his feet and fled with a lustful "yes mistress"

Shuddering with a "Eeehyuck" Shara turned to Solana and moved to the Cold storage unit to investigate potential dinner.

You two

[Mike Taylor]

*OOC: Hmmm... that wouldn't be from Mark Stanley's little Freefall webstrip, would it? By the way, Helix is hidden in one of my drawings in the Art Gallery forum.*

[Plunder Down-Under]

That is a lot of hiding from. With the Hutts controlling the Outer Rims and the Imperials just about everywhere else. You got a plan?
"I have no plans for the future, my life is in the hands of fate." Hunter sits by the chessboard to watch the match.

[Maz]

<(Mon Calamari) Trrick'ta I may be able to find something.>

Hunter, I know of a place that may work for you until can resolve matters, but first we need to wait for the other two ships to catch up and see what business they have to do with this.

But we obviously have a bit of a language issue here.

Theork walks down the corridor to the bunk rooms, enters a code and walks through one of the doors previously locked. A few moments later, walks back out again carrying something. When it is set down on the central table everyone can see it is the head of a protocol droid. It's eyes are already lit up, but it doesn't say anything.

//OOC - for those with non-Basic languages the head basically just repeats what you say in Basic.

[Compton]

The alarms hummed gently as the ship came near its exit point. Janson grasped the level and counted down in his head, not needing to look at the timer. The mottled stars quickly stretched into lines and then points of light as he exited hyperspace. There just a little ways out of the hyperspace lane's exit was the old YT series freighter. And on it, the key to a major strike against the Empire.

Janson flicked on the com and hailed the other ship, "Moon Rise, I'd like that chance to have a chat. What do you say we set down planet side, find a nice 'civilized' tapcaf and I'll buy the rounds while we discuss my proposistion?"

Sometimes the generosity of strangers opens more doors than the business end of a blaster.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta eyes the droid with idle distaste, few Glaa'kree caring for artifical slaves to begin with, but with the added distane of a warrior to a peacemaker.

<Well enough, though I caution those unfamiliar that while literal translation will most certainly be accurate, shades of implication are easily lost or changed.>

Tilting her head to listen to Janson's transmission, she glances to Theork again.

<Where exactly did we jump to, by the way?>

[Maz]

We are heading for a moon on the edges of Hutt domain. It's a privately owned place. Pays it dues. The Empire doesn't tread there either. Though we will be heading for the lower levels. We are not dressed well enough for the upper ones.

"This is Moon Rise. Good you could make it. Aim for the moon and ask for Class C docking."

Turns to walk back to the cockpit.

"Better go say hi"

[Maz]

What can be seen, by those who can;

Approaching: The moon is like a big round grey rock. Sensors will pick up energy readings, and after discussions with command on the moon lights suddenly turn on round a large round area that slowly slides to either side to reveal a massive docking bay. (different classes have different hangers).

Inside: The docking bay is huge and busy, and rather grubby and dull metalic. When finally get through some doors it opens out into a plaza of gambling dens and catinas, et cetera, et cetera.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta watches the various details as they come into view, absently fiddeling with the spot her blaster cannon used to be.

<Not my fault I'm undressed....> she mutters in a tone that might be mistaken for sulky...

[Maz]

Just before disembarking, Theork throws Trrick'ta a blaster rifle.

"Prefer Carbines myself."

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta makes a noise frightening similar to purring as she checks over the rifle. Within moments, the rifle has be partly disassembled, the parts secured to her outfit in such a way as to leave their idenity unobvious. One would think a rifle barrel strapped to someone's back would be pretty obvious, but something about clamping a small sensor dish to the end leaves it unrecognizable.

One might wonder why the parts havn't be properly reconnected as to be opperational. This would be due to the fact that while working quickly is one think, working while wlaking down an unfamiliar street in a dangerous place on an item designed to cause damage is quite something else.

[Plunder Down-Under]

Walking down the ramp as they disembark, Hunter turns his head to Ga'ilen "You are quite good at chess, where did you learn to play?"

[Compton]

Janson landed on what looked to be any of a thousand fringe outpost he'd been on previously. He'd been able to clean up a bit after the dust bowl he'd vacated earlier. He geared up not because he felt he was any danger from the crew of the freighter.
He'd helped them, they'd let him walk away even if they didn't take him up on his offer. But he had a feeling they would. He'd done some research sifting through his various and detailed files on the trip in. He'd wasn't sure the references he'd found were regarding the crew he was about to meet. But his instinct told him they were. They were a practical bunch, and had a bit of a thirst for excitement. Well that could be arranged.
Finally, slipping his pair of sleek Westar-34 blasters into his customer forearm holsters that slide the weapons into place easily, he pulled black jacket on and lowered the ramp. Before leaving he set all the security features including the one the floods the entire cabin with a potent form of knockout gas strong enough to drop a Barabel. He waited outside his ship until he heard the gas filling the cabin. Then he walked off to meet up with the other and hopefully really kick off this hunt.

[Wayne]

Making sure that he still had his bag with him Baden follows the group out of the ship listening and learning about the companions that he has joined up with on this adventure.

[Sehson]

Ga'ilen replies to hunter as they walk down the ramp, making a visable effort to correct his accent "Ees Lahnt chez, vrom eh vren. ee tote Ees mahtch bout konbat un statgies. Lon go."

As they continued Ga'ilen surveyed the hanger and silently pointed to several hidden blinds that security snipers were posted incase someone tried to force their way out of the hanger bay.

[Mike Taylor]

*OOC: Still waiting to see where the tracking device leads Kaska and Gilmaur.*

[Plunder Down-Under]

Hunter notices the vagueness in Ga'ilens answer but decides not to push it, "Sounds like he was a good friend of yours, all my friends were interested in was farming. Very dull, but you learn a lot about how to shoot."

"So, Theork, where were we going to be meeting Janson?"

[Maz]

//OOC - No Iza.

"I pressume he'll follow the tracker on you."

Theork leads the rabble through the hanger bay into the main plaza. Then into a cantina. It's less busy than what some of the others appeared to be. Theork gives the bartender a slight salute and walks over to a booth.

[Wayne]

In his excitment of getting to use explosives against the imperials again Baden remembers that he never activated his end of the tracker so that Kaska could follow.

Slowing and walking a little behind the crowd he checks his pockets and finds the small comm ear piece that he needs, then transmits a message to the device that he left behind.

"Captain Kaska, this is Baden. I have now activated the device on my end so that you can track us. We are going up against some Imps and could use all the help we can get. Follow this signal to a small moon port and look for the ship Moon Rise."

Slipping the comm back into his pocket Baden steps back up closer to the group.

[Plunder Down-Under]

"Tracker? Damn it, not again. Well since Im the beacon I get to choose where we meet I guess. Lets check out that place." Hunter points out a dance club full with flashing lights and bad music. "Lets face it, its unlikely we'll be overheard if we can hardly hear each other."

Not waiting for an answer Hunter sweeps into the club, the club is packed, its dark with laser lights are flashing in many different colours, crossing the dance floor filled with dancers Hunter takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink.

((OOC: Where is Iza?))

[Maz]

//OOC - did you read all my previous post? As for Iza, you ain't seen her since take off.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

Trrick'ta follows along with the group, offering no comment when the location is selected. Entering the dance cantina, she idly hands the door guard a small wad of script; little insurance to keep trouble to a minimum. As the others select their places, the Gla'kree eyes the laser display, carefully noteing those which can do more then put on a nice light show.

Climing up into the booth across from Theork, Trrick'ta takes over a back corner, quickly pulling out a number of parts and tools to fiddle with, none of which really resemble a blaster anymore.
Amoung the various parts, a credit voucher slides across to Theork, the balance fair compensation for the purchase of a blaster rifle.

[Ecchi_Kitty]

((Figure two aren't incompatible. Call it a cantina with a dance floor.))

[Maz]

//OOC - Fairy snuff

Theork nods to Trrick'ta and the voucher dissappears into a pouch.

[Sehson]

Ga'ilen takes a seat where he can keep an eye on the dance floor, and motions for a waitress. When she approaches he points towards the group and hands her a some credits.

[Sehson]

***Back on Marksken*** ((OOC: No one else named the original planet I might as well :dp:))

After Fixing Herself and Solana some food and promptly decimating it, In a matter that resulted in several comments from The droid, Whom she decided to call Major Domo, Or MD for short since he seemed to take the primary role of head of hostel.

On the return of the other 2 driods, that she dubbed 2 and 3 for their lack of personalities, with their appointed merchandice. She began Sorting the various components, modules and tools on the various counters and tables in the large kitchen. MD made some protests about it being a fine kitchen and not a garage before Shara shut him down.

Looking Down to Solana Shara Commented" It's going to be a long night" and began assembling a small but powerful subspace communications array tied it into the Hostels integrated computer matrix. Which she found needed some minor upgrades to accommodate the communications array to allow for remote operation and monitoring of the Hostel. After a short couple of hours she then turned her attention on the Hostels entire driod contingent. By dawn all the droids had received various updates in AI, operating codes and protocols, as well as various forms of stealth armament.

As she finished she reactivated MD, and smiled as he commented on his improved state "Mistress, I feel different, their seems to be an improved functionality at my access, including combat which I was never designed for yet there are now protocols to compensate for those deficiencies. Is there anything you require?"

"No, I'm going to goto bed now," She commented heading toward the room she decided would be her bedroom, "Assist Two and Three on the security upgrade for the building that are in your memory banks."

Once in the room she activate a communicator and routed it through the subspace array. "<I have aquired property for a relay post if future need arises. The target has fled this world. The Imperials have placed the planet on lockdown. Even with Diplomatic status it will take a day or two before I can leave planetside without an incident. Target warned of a storm coming to this plannet. Will advise if Imperials act in such manner.>"

Terminating the transition Shara turned and flopped on a rather uncomfortable bed. Looking over she muttered "Remind me to have this replaced as well" before closing her eyes and beginning to snore softly.

[Compton]

Janson steps into the noisy cantina, eyes adjusting immediatly to the dimness. Pausing briefly to get a feel for the room, he listens for noises out of the ordinary, then hum of a blaster charging, smells that shouldn't be there, the musty scent of det line, he watches the body language of the people there, words lie, eyes lie, but you can read everything through body language. His mother taught him that in the Enchani way.

Sensing nothing out of the ordinary. Plenty of danger, but nothing he wouldn't expect at a place like this. And nothing he couldn't handle. He made his way to where the crew of the Moon Rise was. He noticed Theork. There were few Mandalorians in the galaxy anymore. None really by birth. Buts thats ok, the nice thing about Mandalorians is they take in orphans. But there'd be no point in using an alias at this point. Theork would have heard of him.

Arriving at the table, he remained standing. Best to let them feel in control as much as possible. "Name's Janson. I work for a certain former Corellian representative to the senate." It was vague enough to protect Bel Ilbis but specific enough for them to know he wasn't connected with the known rebellion. His methods weren't approved of by the crowd there. "I need your help." He said looking directly at Hunter.

[Mike Taylor]

"They've GOT to be kidding," Kaska said to Gilmaur.

"I would hope so, Captain. Still, it might be nice to get a little payback on the boys in white."

"Oh, I'm ALWAYS up for that."

Resh flipped on his commlink again.

"D, get us prepped for takeoff, slight change of plans."

"Affirmative, sir," came the voice on the other end.

WIPE TO:

EXT: SPACE:

*The Barloz pulls away from the planet, heading off in the direction of the signal.*

INT: Barloz cockpit.

"I have a bad feeling about this," says D as he settles into the copilot seat beside Resh.

"Yep, I know what you mean," the captain replied.

[Plunder Down-Under]

The mysterious Janson walked slowly towards the table his eyes on everything, despite his appearance being completely out of place he seemed to blend in to the background, Hunter doubted he would have spotted him if Janson had known where they were meeting. Ignoring a seat Janson began talking "Name's Janson. I work for a certain former Corellian representative to the senate."

How wonderfully vague Hunter thought Nothing to be done, then Janson looked directly at Hunter "I need your help."

Taken unawares, Hunter raises an eyebrow "You need my help? Why? Im just a humble sniper, although a good one, I know there are plenty better. But maybe you dont want me for what I can do but what I know...?"

[Maz]

Theork sits silently, conveying the sense of a calmed readyness, listening and watching the conversation and their s