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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 18:14:39 GMT -5
Not allowing the main meatbag to ruin his mood, the Droid simply responded.
"HA HA HA, YOUR ATTEMPTS AT THREATS ARE HUMOROUS AT BEST."
The Droid, realizing the potential of what he just said, stores the phrase in his "special" memory bank. |
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 11, 2015 6:13:17 GMT -5
Keena had bolted into the ship, near sliding past the pilot door in her haste to reach the controls. It would take a few moments to get this darling up and running but she had utmost faith in Arvid and BADASS and Miko. Once she had confirmation that they were aboard and ready, they would be out of this sector in no time flat.
Pilot:YBvxMM581d20+71d20+7
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 12, 2015 18:32:52 GMT -5
(Keena, your fingers dance across the controls, bringing the ship slowly to life as you skip parts of the preflight checklist. Stubborn until the end, however, the chambers of the ion drive refuse to be cold-started, leaving you to warm them slowly and thus delaying your departure. The comm system squaks for attention as you swear and continue to prepare the ship and route power to warm up the shield projectors. Hearing Miko and Arvid strapping in behind you, you realize that there is no one outside of the ship. No security forces, no combat droids, no blinking red alarms warning the crew of imminent action. It seems that your role in the explosion has gone unnoticed. Checking the message, you find it is from a blocked HoloNet address, untraceable (for the moment). You pause before continuing your preflight, wondering what to make of these new developments)
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 12, 2015 19:13:28 GMT -5
"Miko," she says," check that message. Avrid, keep on the droid."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 21:02:17 GMT -5
The Droid waits patiently at the entrance of the ship behind cover, blaster rifle aimed at the door, ready and eager to unleash energy bolts at any meatbags who may intrude. Realizing that they haven't taken off yet, he activates his magnetic feet, anticipating a sudden take off.
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Apr 13, 2015 14:35:56 GMT -5
Miko pulls out his data pad as he presses play on the holovid. fingers moving fast he attempts to find out who is sending them messages.
Use computer: SX67kXO21d20+121d20+12
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 15, 2015 10:03:47 GMT -5
(As Arvid and BADASS cover the still lowered ramp, Miko decrypts the message but has no luck determining its origin. The message simply says "Job Offer" and lists a set of co-ordinates in the Derra system.)
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Apr 15, 2015 10:35:16 GMT -5
Miko looks at Keena and says as he pulls up star charts "Whoever it is is good, just says 'Job offer' and gives a set of coordinates. What do you think? They have to be pretty powerful to cover their tracks as good as this. Could be worth checking out."
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 16, 2015 18:04:32 GMT -5
"No harm in checking it out," she says, knowing full well the harm that could come to them, but it was better than nursing wounds from whatever backlash BADASS had brought down upon them. Let's try this again, she thinks.
Pilot:jHDru|BO1d20+7 1d20+7
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 16, 2015 18:58:29 GMT -5
(Anxious and distracted by the recent fight you force-feed the ion engines a fuel rich mixture. Sputtering and coughing to life, the ship shudders as the engines thrust out of balance. Slamming your fist down on the console in frustration, you inadvertently kick in the repulsor-lift drive at full power, causing the ship to leap off of the deck and throw everything and everyone around like beads in a baby's rattle. Struggling with the pilot's yoke you manage to bring the ship under control and spin it in place to face the magnetic containment field - just in time for the enriched fuel mix to fully ignite, catapulting the ship forward. Pushed back into your seat by the G-Forces, you watch Miko fly backward into the cockpit corridor out of the corner of your eye as you struggle to keep the ship level as it vaults from the docking bay. Ricocheting off of the other ships docked nearby, you glance at the rear visual sensor monitor and wince as you witness your ionized particle exhaust wash over a binary load lifter removing casks from a battered YT-1300, causing a minor explosion as the Whyren's Reserve Whisky held within immediately combusts. As the ship reaches the end of the bay you realize that venting the entire ship to space would be a bad idea and lunge for the ramp controls just as the Lucky Last Chance pops out of the docking bay as if it were a cork from a bottle of shaken, slightly off champagne. Keeping the engines throttled up to the stops, you make open space with little to worry about except scraped paint and a comm system lighting up with the complaints of Mandalorians about the abruptness of your departure - and the destruction of their long awaited shipment of whiskey.)
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 16, 2015 18:59:59 GMT -5
Walking past the crumpled heap of Miko, Arvid walked into the cockpit rubbing the back of his head and offered the pistol to Keena, butt first. "I'm not sure if I should give this back or stun you with it. What kind of takeoff was that? We weren't even pursued! Anyhow, where are we headed?"
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 16, 2015 19:55:18 GMT -5
Grinning unrepentant, she leaned back in her chair, patting the console where she could do no further damage. "That was fun," she said to herself and turned her head, still smiling to Avrid, "I get caught up sometimes. I don't know where were going, my fun time resulted in Miko tumbling down the cockpit corridor and he was the one with our location and the message. But hey, you know what, next bar tab-on me and i'll get the money to the Mandos, and their whiskey." She then turned back to the console, exhilaration vibrating under her skin.
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 16, 2015 20:07:31 GMT -5
Snorting in amusement Arvid walked back down the hall to Miko and offered a hand to help the man to his feet, "Up ya go, no sitting on your rear while there's work to be done." To Keena he asked, "So I take it we're not taking on cargo or passengers from the station? Do you think we can still make the weapons smuggling route on Nar Shaddaa?"
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 16, 2015 20:57:03 GMT -5
"Easily," she says, "than we can route to the job the mysterious someone sent."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 6:42:47 GMT -5
The Droid, determining that the ship was in proper space travel, re-holstered his blaster rifle, unlocked his magnetic feet and walked toward the cockpit. Walking past Arvid and Miko and straight toward Keena.
"I ENJOYED YOUR TAKE-OFF. WAY TO LET THOSE MEATBAGS KNOW WHOSE BOSS. HA HA HA."
The Droid terminates his joyful attitude.
"I NEED ASSISTANCE IN FINDING WHO MY WOULD BE CAPTURES WERE. WILL YOU ASSIST?" |
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