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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Mar 28, 2015 18:53:25 GMT -5
 
Khalida Station Lanic Spice Route (Khalida Station is an XQ4-class Space Platform in orbit around Socorro, located along the Llanic Spice Route.)
Crew Compartment of the Star Yacht Lucky Last Chance, currently docked aboard Khalida Station, in orbit of Socorro
Arvid awoke in his cabin on the Lucky Last Chance, sighing briefly at his surroundings. They had been laid up here for months, ever since the last owner had up and disappeared on them upon docking at Khalida Station. Some would have said it was a "Hive of scum and villainy", or merely just the "Armpit of the Outer Rim", but to Arvid it was....home. Or at least the closest thing to home he had. Administrated by the Xizor Transport Systems but operated by Mandalorians, the station was crawling with bounty hunters, smugglers and out of luck gamblers; certainly all of whom Arvid felt a kinship with. It was also a haven for the black market, and Arvid had already taken the opportunity to purchase a few...upgrades to enhance his arsenal and he sincerely hoped the other members of his little party had done so as well.
After months of looking for the owner of the Chance, however, credits were starting to run low for everybody. It was clear they needed a job - and soon - or else they would end up just as stranded as most everyone else here. Stretching as he stood from his bunk, he headed to the refresher to catch a quick sanisteam before heading out to the small tapcaf where the Mandalorian bounty hunters tended to congregate, to do his part to look for some work. |
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Mar 28, 2015 19:59:29 GMT -5
Keena caught sight of her crew mate heading out from her spot in the eatery and closed the program on her data pad. She'd been back and forth with some the natives about upgrades to the ship and had been running diagnostics on them but now that they were tested and given her okay, she found herself wondering what the group would be doing. After all, she still had powerful people to pay. She hailed him and then walked with him as he went. If he didn't want her to join, he would tell her.
Upgrades: (from before and after first session)
-Droid Oil Bath
-Med Bay
-Shields Sr-10
Jamming Suite
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Mar 29, 2015 21:27:39 GMT -5
Out of the corner of his eye Arvid saw Keena approaching. Stopping in the midst of the corridor he turned to face her, "I believe its time to face the fact that we have lost track of our short friend. We are also beginning to run low on credits. We must decide how to establish some income before we are forced to sell the droid, or worse the ship, and become just as trapped here as the rest of the galaxy's debris. I am able and willing to do anything short of assassination, but I do not think our ship can handle serious combat. What do you think?" |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2015 21:44:54 GMT -5
Issuing commands from the control room of the Battle Cruiser "The Meat Grinder", BADASS leads his robot armada of faithful like-minded droids on the epic campaign "The Extermination of All Meatbags" throughout the galaxy. Upon nearing the completion of an epic space battle at the last remaining meatbag solar system, BADASS's stasis program shutoff upon completion from the newly installed droid oil bath. Having hope of someday achieving this ultimate goal was futile but relaxing to the droid. Afterwards he strolled beside his main meatbag "Arvid" wherever he went looking for any excuse to blast lasers into a meatbag's or any "meatbag sympathizer" droid's collective data storage container (the face). BADASS felt no need to "upgrade" due to lack of credits nor willing to donate his hard earned credits to any meatbag.
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Mar 29, 2015 22:08:30 GMT -5
"It's imperative we find a job," she agreed, "what little I stole from our short friend before he disappeared has dwindled with the few upgrades." Keena sent him ship upgrade data through her datapad. "She's," she motioned to the ship around her as she spoke," still not up for any combat though so lets keep our jobs outta the sky."
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Mar 29, 2015 22:23:14 GMT -5
Journal Entry begins....
For months I have been wasting my time in the dives and hovels of this station trying to learn everything and anything I can to improve our situation. Unfortunately all I have found so far is the bottom of my glass. So much time has past since we had a paying job and our credits are slipping from our hands. As the oldest of our "company" I feel a certain responsibility in securing us a paying contract, so I will once again head out and see what I can find, only this time I will not come back until I have news of a paying job.
Journal Entry ends....
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Mar 30, 2015 7:47:42 GMT -5
Pulling out his datapad and thumbing the "recieve" button, Arvid held it out to accept the incoming transmission while he continued, "I agree she may not be ready for combat. I did take the liberty of cleaning out the smuggling compartments, however. We need to be accepting of the possibility that the only avalible jobs may be smuggling spice past the increasing number of Imperial patrols. Perhaps if we were to insist upon or.....acquire a more mundane cargo that may help our disguise as a down on our luck freighter crew?"
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Mar 30, 2015 9:50:40 GMT -5
"I will get in contact with our human about document forgery," she mused, more to herself than her crew mate,"the ships id has been dealt with but our personal id requires some work. Especially if we do pick up a spice smuggle job. Here it wasnt a big deal, out there its gonna mean prision if we dont have it." She trailed off slightly at the end, pulling herself back to her data pad as she was prone to do. She was quick with her thoughts, typing a coded message about document forgery to their human. When she looked back up she grinned. "Shall we go find a job?"
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Mar 30, 2015 12:18:24 GMT -5
Arvid smirked as she became distracted with her datapad, the thought "Engineers are all the same" running through his mind as she punched buttons and muttered to herself about the scoundrel they had seen so little of recently. Perking up as she addressed him, he nodded amicably at her suggestion of finding work and added, "Let us try the Wayfarers Roost? There arent quite so many Mando warriors there, and it has a reputation from my people as being a smugglers' haunt. Too, we may run into our 'killer droid' and the scoundrel there."
Looking around as he spoke he sniffed the air around him for signs of the other two as he awaited her reply, already planning his drink order.
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Mar 30, 2015 13:18:08 GMT -5
She nodded in agreement, swiftly typing a message to their companions about their soon to be location before activating the security droid that she (maybe kinda) left out of her "offical" record. After all, it would be a surprise to anyone who could get their hands on her records, thinking that the recorded upgrades were all they had, and then be faced with a angry coded droids blaster to the face.
She followed after her companion as he knew where he was going.
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Mar 30, 2015 13:34:16 GMT -5
"The Wayfarers Roost, Haven't been there since that barmaid....What was her name?..... Oh well, hopefully she remembers the night as fondly as I do. And new ids, no problem had those done months ago, guaranteed to pass any imperial checkpoint, won't tell them yet though. I will use the time to work on my backdoor into that crazy Droid's programing, could always use some protection when the droid uprising begins!!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2015 18:27:11 GMT -5
The droid follows after "Arvid". The two space wasters didn't even realize the droid's presence when speaking amongst themselves. Taking over the Meatbag Universe would be comical at best. |
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Mar 30, 2015 18:34:12 GMT -5
Shaking BA-D55 out of his daydream - could a 'droid really daydream? - Arvid led his small group of companions through the winding, twisting ways of the station's corridors until they reached the dimly lit tapcaf known as the "Wayfarer's Roost". A small cantina with an Endor motif, it was one of the only places on the station where there wasn't a perpetual presence by either the Mandalorians or Xizor Systems employees. Accordingly it became the usual spot to find other spacers - and the clientele who needed a more.....delicate approach to the problems that they faced in their lives. Wincing at the terrible music played by the gaggle of Ewoks on stage, Arvid sat back at a table shaded by faux tree branches and habitually began to sort out the patrons by threat index.
(In this tapcaf, besides the bartender, there is a 'Spacers Wanted' bulletin board, along with the usual assortment of people needing jobs done. Time to fan out, people!) |
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Mar 30, 2015 19:03:59 GMT -5
She went for the bar and ordered a drink, scanning over the crowd as she went and then, with it in her hand she made her way to the "spacers wanted" board.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2015 19:18:34 GMT -5
BADASS takes his position in a dark corner where there are enough tables and meat shields to use as cover if any fun were to be had. He begins to scan his surroundings.
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