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Post by Darko on May 21, 2022 2:39:16 GMT
Pandemonium! Five years after the destruction of the dreaded second Death Star and the death of both the Emperor and Darth Vader, the galaxy has been plunged into turmoil. The NEW REPUBLIC struggles to maintain peace while sinister IMPERIAL REMNANTS attempt to restore control across hundreds of systems.
The Emperor's secret contingency plan has begun: OPERATION CINDER. Star Destroyers enact his revenge on dozens of worlds with relentless orbital bombardments until nothing but ash remains. The heroic forces of the New Republic are stretched thin, leaving millions of innocents with no one to save them but themselves.
There is still HOPE. More Imperials defect day by day rather than carry out their orders. Pockets of brave resistance fighters take up arms to protect their homes, while others do what they can to save as many refugees as possible. Anyone with a ship and a blaster has a chance to make a run for it or bravely make a stand against this new wave of tyranny.
On the far-flung frontier world of Bontooine, people fear for their lives...
The city of Orn Duront was a safe haven for rebels, rogues and criminal syndicates alike. The frantic footsteps of panicked people were almost drowned out by the torrential rainfall. Storm clouds covered the night sky, interrupted only by the coming and mostly going of starships or the occasional fork of jagged lightning. The local cantina was unusually quiet on account of the whispered rumours of star destroyers spotted lurking in the Gorgon nebula at the edge of the system. The tall transparent holo-image of Mayor Dubonte Duront flickered in the rain from its broadcast plinth in the town centre and across every channel, repeating the message that these rumours were nothing more than fearmongering scuttlebutt conjured by scoundrels with overactive imaginations. A lot of people found this to be quite odd considering the mayor's personal yacht had just so happened to depart the world not two hours ago. If that wasn't enough, the local banking clan had closed service "temporarily". The closure became a lot less temporary when the Vorn syndicate blasted their way in, looted everything that wasn't bolted down and burned the place to the ground. Everyone was either going to ground, fleeing into the ice caverns of the northern peninsula or selling the clothes on their backs for passage off-world. High above the space port, a shape emerged from the heavy clouds. The unmistakable roar of a corellian engine preceded the familiar saucer-shaped hull of a YT-2000 freighter as it descended into a landing bay. High-powered floodlights sparked into life, illuminating the vessel as it thudded onto the dusty platform. Several people - could be they were humans, droids or any one of a hundred species - ran out of the cantina into the unrelenting downpour. The rain was so thick no one could see the person in front or behind them as they trudged through the storm toward the newly arrived hope for escape. A tip from the bartender about the legndary rebel captain Vance Kest expected to land today, a few credits slipped to the right person to acquire the shipping manifest or perhaps just following the crowd - whatever the case, the myriad strangers were all determined to get on that ship one way or another. The hydraulic ramp hit the ground and a scruffy-bearded man ran out to meet them. A yellow-plated R5 unit rolled down the ramp behind him. "Quick! There's no time to lose, they're already here," yelled captain Kest. No sooner than he spoke, a sound that chilled even the sturdiest to the bone broke through the cacophony of the storm. The whirring screech of tie fighters was accompanied by the whip-crack of laser cannons as green bolts turned the city into a patchwork of explosions. "Sithspit! R5, keep the engine running," said Kest, barely audible. He trudged through the ankle-high waters and waved the desperate motley group over. The astromech chirped in alarm and rotated on the spot to trundle back up the ramp. The captain had his blaster in hand now. An ebony laser hit the bay and six, maybe seven people were gone in an instant. Vaporized. He wiped water from his face and dragged one of the stragglers knocked down by the explosion back toward the ship. Through the wall of rain he spotted an all-too familiar white helmet. Then another and another. "I have a really bad feeling abo-" The captain never got to finish what turned out to be his final words. A hail of red lasers whistled through him, a micro-cloud of steam from vaporized rain obscuring the horror of his mangled body. In the cockpit, the yellow R5 was plugged into the computer and cried out in a series of beeps that somehow conveyed deep sadness. Maybe anger. Its computer interface tool cycled frantically. A hatch near the ramp slid open revealing a blaster repeater that fired with the precision only a droid could manage. Several stormtroopers collapsed into the deluge of water, sizzling burn marks across their armour. But there were a lot more running through the entrance to take their place. The R5 chittered a warning few of the passengers understood. Those that did grabbed onto whatever they could hold or strapped into seats as the old freighter lurched up into the murky sky. The engine ignited with azure fire as it burst through the thick layer of clouds, leaving the burning city behind. Suddenly the majestic canvas of a thousand stars filled the view from the cockpit, only to be obscured by the looming silhouette of a star destroyer in high orbit as it raced to intercept the last few ships hurtling away from the death below. Two shuttles erupted into fireballs half a kilometer off the starboard bow. Their screams echoed over the comms channel, bluntly transitioning into pure static. The R5 whistled as it span the ship in a roll, several lasers barely missing. The next few hit dead-on and a display to the left lit up bright red as the deflectors absorbed the blasts. They wouldn't hold much longer. The astromech's head rotated a hundred and eighty degrees to look down the cabin to where the disparate passengers clung on for dear life. It chimed a few times and simultaneously the computer station behind the cockpit lit up with faint blue writing. The message was surprisingly filled with profanity for a droid, but its instruction was clear: get on the guns! Swerving past another volley of lasers from the destroyer as it shot into space, a score of tie fighters in close-pursuit, R5 began to make the calculations for the jump to lightspeed. A tie interceptor right on the freighter's tail closed at high speed, easily matching the predictable evasion patterns of a droid and the pilot pressed down tightly on the triggers. A cascade of green lasers peppered the hull and one managed to break through a weak spot in the deflector grid close to the cockpit. A few subsystems overloaded with a crackle of electricity that coruscated through the helm into R5 and blew him clear of the terminal link. The astromech slammed back into the crew quarters, smoking from inside. It whistled dazily on its side, its circuits half-fried. Someone else was going to have to jump in the pilot's seat and finish the calculations - easier said than done with a star destroyer on fast approach and a dozen tie fighters close behind.
Welcome to Galaxy of Peril, a star wars RPG set after Return of the Jedi. Your character can be anything you like, although hopefully at least one person has experience flying starships.... First order of business: get the hell out of there. After that? Entirely up to you. It's a big galaxy out there. Will you all come together as a new crew with your own new (ish) starship, maybe taking jobs as they come both legal and otherwise? Perhaps you'll take your new ship and become the galaxy's most wanted pirates instead. You might want to settle old scores or chase down the good-for-nothing mayor or even find the Vorn Syndicate to get your money back. Could be you have a price on your head; an imperial defector, a spice runner, a bounty hunter - the sky's the limit. Hell, you might just be a simple nerf herder. Are you good or evil? Most likely somewhere in between. The absolutism of Jedi philosophy doesn't do you much good in the outer rim where life is cheap and most are just simple folk, trying to make their way in the universe. Well, unless one of you happens to be a Jedi - fallen, hiding, grey, latent force user or otherwise. Be prepared for that to paint a very, very big target on your back. Oh, and do come up with an extraordinarily clever backstory in that case. If not, you know the old saying... no substitute for a good blaster at your side. It's a little beat up but otherwise a sparse, well-lived in ship. With its former captain dead, it's up to you how you personalise it. It'll definitely need a name at some point too... hopefully something a little more original than the Bicentennial Pigeon or any other knock-off names. Character sheet to be posted in the OOC chat: Player name: Character name: Species: Age: Appearance: Equipment: General skills: Motivation: View on the fallen Empire and the New Republic: Homeworld: Backstory: Other:
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Post by halonachos on May 30, 2022 23:40:59 GMT
Ego braced himself against the errant movement of the freighter. He detested space flight as he had never learned how to fly, but recognized it as a necessity to carry out his own agenda. He slipped off his flame tanks and double checked the nozzles and lines to ensure that a sudden jostle wouldn't cause it to accidentally leak. The first time had been bad enough and he had learned to check it twice in these situations.
He looked around at the other passengers, some were cowering and others seemed to have an air of confidence. Most importantly, none of them looked inherently untrustworthy. The droid in front had screeched for someone to get on the guns, he looked at the rough location of where they would be and he could probably climb up into them if necessary, but if the ship was flying straight he could probably stack a crate to get to the ladder. Then with another rock of the ship, the droid flew back into their compartment. The situation was now fully unacceptable.
"Ladies and gentlemen." the little brown bear began to say in Basic, a slight arisrocratic accent tinging it, while adjusting his hat, "I would begin by saying that we need a pilot and a gunner." Blaster fire hitting near the ship continued to rock it and he found his balance by holding on to his seat.He jumped from his seat, continuing to steady himself, "I don't know about you, but I have a goal and being blown up isn't it."
He walked under the opening for the guns and jumped up with effort, he began to hoist himself onto the ladder only for another blast hitting the ship to make him fall. He swore several times as he hit the floor of the ship, these he never learned at home, but abroad. He got up, jumped again except this time the explosions rocked the ship before he could grab the ladder. With a thud he hit the ground and swore. "The droid's farkled, this farkled ship's getting shot at, and this farkled gun is too high!" He yelled.
He looked at some of the other passengers, none of them looked physically better than others but he decided that the one without any noticeable cybernetics was the best choice for his needs. He pointed to the man with a beard and something akin to armor, "You, sir, come help lift me so I can shoot these curs!"
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Post by Warork on May 31, 2022 1:13:34 GMT
Bontooine.
It had just been a quick stop on their way to Hutt space where rumors of work for adventurers such as her were spilling out for parsecs around. She had drug Uncle Jirano out here on their chartered vessel to get a bit of shore leave in before making the last leg of the trip. It had been a fun time...for her anyway. Jirano, as always, had a stick shoved up his ass so he never managed to loosen up. So what if she had almost been mugged on their first night on the planet? It had all worked out in the end when her Uncle had shown the guy just how many blades he was carrying. She swore...he worried too much.
Orn Duront.
A hive of scum and villainy if ever there was one on this dusty rock. Red light districts stretching out in the shadows of commercial towers and bawdy music playing out of the doors and windows of taverns that dotted the dirt strewn streets. Spochka and a dozen other local rotguts flowed from every tap in town and it was considered a rather dull night if at least six brawls didn't break out somewhere on these streets.
In other words...Zira's kinda town. It was a shame then that she didn't really get a chance to enjoy it. Less than a week after landing the town mayor had run off, the local crime syndicate had made off with all the money and the usually lively and seedy atmosphere of the city was replaced by one of suspicion and fear. It had all been a real bummer. She was just on a sabacc winning streak for kark's sake!
Then Uncle Jirano had completely ruined the whole trip by insisting they were leaving as soon as possible. No amount of pleading or reasoning from Zira was able to change his mind. The sudden departure of the mayor and the run on the banks had spooked him and he had told her that he had put a call in to a contact he had and that they'd be off world on that very night courtesy of one Captain Vance Kest.
She'd heard the name before. She'd never met the wily rebel captain but she had grown up on tales of all the disparate and rogue-like commanders of the Rebel Alliance and Kest's name had come up more than once. She remembered reading about him in a few holonet articles published about his famous Corellian cruiser.
Under normal circumstances the sight of a white hulled YT-2000 freighter would be enough to make this trip all worth it to her, to say nothing of the prospect of getting to fly in one.
These, however, were not normal circumstances. In fact, she thought, as she ran up the ramp into the hull of the ship, Uncle Jirano may have had a point.
This was really bad.
The roar of TIE Fighter ion engines boomed in her ears. The rain poured unrelenting from a night sky. The bright red daggers of blaster rifle bolts screamed past her as she sprinted up that ramp. Captain Kest said something as she ran past him but was cut off as the fusillade cut him down just feet away from her.
She turned, reaching out for him and yelling something lost in the cacophony. She didn't know him but was a hero of the Rebellion. It wasn't right for him to be ended like this, to be cut down on some backwater planet in the night rain, mowed down by the uncaring guns of the...
The thrice blasted Empire!
Jirano had grabbed her by the shoulders and practically dragged her back inside the ship. In the heat of the moment she'd almost punched him.
"Let go of me!" she yelled.
"There's nothing you can do for him!" Jirano insisted, towering over her with the advantage of about a full foot in height.
Just as he was saying that the ramp was closing and the ship had lifted off from the ground, pointing its nose up into the night sky. Zira watched as the ground pulled away from them, paying the other passengers who had slipped into the ship both in front of and behind her no mind. Her eyes were fixated on the quickly shrinking form of the valiant captain's body which was in but a handful of moments lost to all sight as the platoon of stormtroopers chasing them overran the landing pad and the ship's loading ramp finished closing with a final thud.
Jirano was talking with some of the other passengers now, close by but not close enough to prevent Zira from putting her back to a bulkhead and sliding down to the floor. How had this all gone so wrong so quickly? She had just wanted to have some fun. Wasn't the Empire supposed to be gone now? How were they still menacing entire planets and their people after their stunning string of defeats?
It couldn't have been more than a minute or two of this spiraling line of thought, her breath leaving her lungs in little hiccups and sniffles as she felt the cold claws of anxiety and shock claw into her...
The ship rocked. The unmistakable emerald flash of TIE laser fire glowed into the passenger deck from where it could be seen outside the cockpit windows further up the ship's decks. Klaxons wailed. Zira felt the familiar and unmistakable lurch of a ship struggling to pull evasive maneuvers with stiff controls.
Right. No time for tears, those would come later. Without even really realizing what she was doing Zira was on her feet and jogging up to the cockpit. A hand grabbing her hand stopped her. She looked back to see Jirano looking at her, his big black eyes full of worry.
"Where do you think you're going?" He demanded.
"Someone's gotta fly us outta this!" She barked, snatching her hand away from him.
"You CANNOT be serious." Jirano responded, giving her an incredulous look.
"Really?" She said, crossing her arms. She looked about the motley collection of passengers on board the ship. "Anyone got any experience outrunning TIEs?"
She didn't immediately get an answer but then again she didn't wait more than a second before responding to her own question and turning to run for the cockpit.
"Didn't think so!"
She left just as the smallest bear she'd ever seen was barking his own commands to some of the others. She had hyper-focused so much on getting to the cockpit that she almost hadn't heard him. From the cockpit door she shouted back to the passengers.
"Someone help the Ewok and get on the karking guns!"
The cockpit was a complete mess. Sparks flew out of ruined control displays and in the corner sat, still smoking, an R5 droid that Zira assumed had been flying this ship until one of the hits they had taken had knocked it for a loop. There would be time to figure that out later. She practically leapt into the pilot's seat, going over the flight checklist at light speed in her mind, her fingers dancing over the control panels and finally taking control of the yoke. Almost as an afterthought she grabbed the headset from its hook and put it over her head, adjusting the mic and flipping the switch to the ship wide intercom as she did so.
"Passengers this is your captain speaking." She said, trying to communicate a calm she did not at all feel in the moment. "We'll be making the jump to light speed momentarily, I advise all of you to strap yourselves in to something in the mean time. We're bound to experience some...slight turbulence on our outbound flight today."
Without a moment to give the other inhabitants of the ship time to actually follow her instructions, Zira threw the throttle of the cruiser to emergency speed and felt the hand of an angry god push her back into her seat as the hum of the Corellian engines spun up into a righteous roar.
"C'mon baby lets show these damn Imperials what we're made of." She whispered and rubbed the dashboard next to her like it was the head of a beloved pet. All the star captains she had ever known and learned from were superstitious in some way to a fault and every single one of them knew that a ship responded to its pilot. If a captain was good to her ship then the ship would return the favor. That was just how it worked.
"Oh and if any of you back there has any experience piloting whatsoever I could really use a co pilot up here!" She shouted into the headset once again as she put the ship into a barrel roll and spin that was so sudden the fried husk of the astromech droid that was her only current companion in the cockpit rolled into opposite wall with a loud clank and tipped over.
Zira watched as the stars streaked past the cockpit window as she forced the ship to dive and jink. Suddenly her maneuvering brought the massive stark white hulk of one of the Star Destroyers into her view, slowly getting larger as she flew straight at it.
It was then that she had and idea...
A rather brash...some would say stupid idea...
But those who would say it weren't in the cockpit with her right now.
Can't outrun 'em until the calculations for the jump to light speed are done. Nowhere to hide out here either. I wonder how good those Imperials are at playing chicken?
Zira kept the throttle wide open as she flew the Corellian cruiser directly at the Star Destroyer in front of her, diving towards first the bow of the much larger ship, skimming its surface in a wild attempt to evade its turbolaser batteries and prevent the TIEs behind them from shooting at them for fear of hitting their own ship.
"Lets see you nerf herders catch this!" She whooped as she suddenly pulled back on the yoke and inverted the ship, fully intending to zoom over the command bridge of the Star Destroyer at high speed and close enough to be able to read the name tags on the uniforms of the Imperial Navy commanders who were no doubt watching the chase from their perch.
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Dewin
Overlord
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Post by Dewin on Jun 3, 2022 19:34:19 GMT
Orn Duront.
Coming here had been a mistake, Karl though as the rain kept falling on his armour. It had been promising start at the first with local gangs being more than willing to toss out some credits for freelancer jobs. At least the lowlife vermin could be trusted to behave when faced with basic brutality.
Then, it all went wrong. Business had gone dry overnight with everyone either running with their tails between their legs or cowering in their holes. Whatever that was coming was no ordinary rodent for the locals to scurry away this way. It was either separatists or rebels and neither would be tolerant to loyal imperial.
Which all come to this, Karl thought to himself. Stuck in shithole planet, in shithole weather, waiting for some up jumped asshole to show up in his glorified tin can in a landing bay with a clanker, teddybear and a fish. Someone in the passenger list had some frekked up fetishes for sure. It had been almost relief when then tie fighters started blasting if not for the fact that they were shooting at him.
Even when soaked to the bone and lacking proper sleep and smoke, Karl was still a proper stormtrooper and such when the first separatist traitor crawled their way through the rain, his carbine was already raising to meet them even as he started to retreat towards the ramp.
I really should have gone to different sector, Karl cursed to in his helmet as all hell broke loose. Massive hail of multicoloured blaster fire coated the landing bay even as he blasted his former comrades with cold efficiency even as he urgently backpedalled towards the freighter.
"Oh for frekks sake, don't tell me you're bloody dead already"
Apparently someone had decided to blast the captain already, guess that explains all that screeching coming from the fish earlier Karl thought to himself. Day just keeps on getting better.
"Oi! Cover me you frekking clanker!" He shouted to the ship hoping that whatever cursed tin can driving the even larger can would at least understand basic instructions. Hauling up the what was left of the captain to shoulder carry, he kept going all while blasting separatists with his blaster. Apparently being half machine did have it's benefits at times.
Climbing onboard, Karl bluntly tossed the blasted corpse to nearby seat and went through it's pockets with practiced ease. Extra blaster cells, credits and ID for market weren't the best thing as far as corpses go, but at least it was something.
At least others seemed to be distracted by their problems to bother him. Well, most of them. The Fish was certainly eyeballing him and unlike most stares, this one had proper weight behind it. His left hand on instinct was already moving towards his pistol. Distract with pistol coming from the low and finish with point blank carbine burst from drawn. Fish can have all the talent in the world, but it won't matter if he has no head.
Whatever either of them was planning to do was interrupted when one of the others, the girl, suddenly jumps up and starts screaming at the fish. Danger over for now, Karl has to directly force his arm from the pistol. Strange, his heartbeat shouldn't be this high from this level of combat. It couldn't have been the fish, couldn't it?
Karl lost in his thoughts, comes back to his senses just in time for aggressive internal intercom traffic and rapidly approaching ceiling.
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Castiel
Rising Legend
Lord of the West
Forth Eorlingas!
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Post by Castiel on Jun 4, 2022 16:33:09 GMT
Roger2 retreated steadily towards the ramp, returning fire towards the approaching Stormtroopers with his E-5 blaster, as Var Skeddle tried to use him as shelter from the oncoming fire. Var Skeddle was a whip thin, rat-faced human and not exactly what one would consider brave. If anything they would say he was a cowardly, drug peddling lowlife and that it was a miracle he had survived as long as he had. He had come to Orn Duront to sell his wares to the people here. Spice, Deathsticks, Bantha Bile, Namana and countless other illicit substances were in his inventory. If you could name it Skeddle probably sold it. The people of this dismal place bought it up at a furious pace, hungry for any escape, however fleeting, from this god awful backwater Bontooine. Their misery had been profitable for Skeddle however, allowing him to purchase the repurposed B1 droid to act as his bodyguard and enforcer. They got within 25m of the ramp and Var's nerve gave out, scrambling from behind the relative safety of the battledroid and making a mad dash for the ramp of the YT-2000 freighter. "Hold on, Var!" the droid called out, a crimson blast from his blaster dropping an approaching trooper "It isn't safe to be in the open!"
No sooner had the words left Roger2's vocabulator than a searing blast of return fire caught Skeddle in the back, dropping him to the floor, limbs flopping loose like a ragdoll. "Oh. Oh-no." the droid droned. He reached behind him and felt for Var's ankle, shaking it "Get up, Var!!" he called, but the drug dealer didn't move. Dead, and with him the directive to protect him also expired. Lacking instruction Roger2 reverted to his standard protocol, to protect himself. He fired a quick salvo of shots continuing to back up until he reached the ramp, before turning and running inside. Inside the craft he paused to establish the situation. A small, brown bear creature was struggling to hold itself up with the bottom step of the stairs to one of the turrets while issuing instructions in a strange, upper-crust accent. A human pilot ran past, shouting "Someone help the Ewok and get on the karking guns!" Roger2 didn't know what an Ewok was, but lacking any better instruction he made his way towards the guns. He picked up the bear-creature holding on to the bottom step, "Excuse me, little one, this is no place for younglings" he turned to the rest of the passengers, shouting loudly "Excuse me, is this child with anyone? Please don't let them wander while we are being engaged, they might get hurt!" as he set it on a crate to the side, before climbing up the stairs into the turret.
He settled into the gunnery seat, quickly accessing the controls and bringing the turret online. He tapped into the commslink and reported to the bridge "Captain, this is Unit-2416, designation Roger2 reporting. Dorsal turret activated and returning fire, over." He pivoted the turret to face backwards, selecting a following TIE as a target. The first bursts of red laser fire burned wide, but forced the following fighters to take evasive manoeuvres, buying them a moments respite. They circled back in and a blast of emerald fire glanced off the hull of the freighter, rocking Roger2 violently in his chair. "Oh you think so, huh?" Roger2 muttered in a monotone, his eyeports flashing with a red light. He depressed the triggers again and a deadly accurate burst of fire shredded the lead TIE fighter. "Take that, fleshbag!"
The remaining TIE fighters split apart, still harrying the craft, but much more cautious now that the turrets appeared to be active. The red light faded from the droids eyes as he reported to the bridge "Scratch one bandit, captain!" as he looked for another target.
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Post by halonachos on Jun 4, 2022 18:34:11 GMT
The shock of being lifted onto a crate had begun to subside. It wasn't the first time he had been manhandled however it was the first time he had been called a child. The confusion soon turned to anger, not only had the droid not helped him but it had impeded his mission.
"I am not a youngling!" Ego shouted as the droid ignored him and climbed into the turret. "Sir Droid, I will have your nuts a..." he was cut off as a blow to the ship jostled him around and he was left to recover his composure. Ego looked at the crate, maybe the droid hadn't been completely useless as the crate would help him reach the ladder. This would help him carry out his revenge. He pushed the crate under the ladder and climbed up.
After he dealt with the droid, he could man the turret and deal with whoever was shooting at them. He neared the top and heard the droid claiming a kill. Ego grabbed the droid's leg and began to use it to climb to the droid's lap. The droid looked down and vocalized "Youngling, cease." it said in that computerized and toneless voice.
"I am not a youngling Sir Droid!" Ego shouted as he began to try to rip the headset off of the droid's head. The turret spun erratically. His paws grasped at the droid's smooth, metallic head. "I'll teach you who's a youngling, you rapacious cur!"
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Castiel
Rising Legend
Lord of the West
Forth Eorlingas!
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Post by Castiel on Jun 4, 2022 19:11:07 GMT
Roger2 felt a tugging on his leg. "What the...." he began as the small furry creature climbed over his lap and started trying to steal the headset for the turret "Youngling, cease!" he demanded. "Unit 2416 to Captain, I'm under attack by a small, furry lifeform. Requesting assistance, over!"
"I am not a youngling Sir Droid!" the bear-thing shouted, stepping on the turret rotation control as he sought better purchase to claim the headset causing the turret to rotate wildly. "I'll teach you who's a youngling, you rapacious cur!".
Roger2 seized the bear creature by its shoulders, trying to tear it off his face. "Alright, alright. How was I to know you were full grown? You're so small!" He finally gained purchase on the creature, grasping it and holding it at arms length away from him, its tiny legs dangling far above the floor. "I must insist you desist, you're seriously compromising my mission!"
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Post by mordoskul on Jun 7, 2022 22:57:17 GMT
The YT-2000 shook at jade lasers impacted against the shields. Albedan grabbed at a section of railing as the impact threw him about the cabin. He hated this naval business. On the ground, with a blaster in his hands and an enemy in front of him, he was in control of his destiny. Trapped in the rattling tin can, Albedan was tossed to the whim of fate and the skill of the pilot.
He wasn't familiar with this model of ship, and he felt impotent without a clear goal. He wished someone would bark an order, set him in the proper direction. Those days, however, were long behind him. Of course, he reflected, those days had come back to haunt him. Why else would the Empire be here if not to hunt deserters? What had tipped them off? He had been careful, never using his real name, growing the beard, generally keeping a low profile.
An ewok pointed at him, demanding, in curiously archaic Basic, to help him into the cockpit. Before he could react, an ancient battle droid intervened, boosting the furry creature up. An ewok? Albedan hadn't been sure the creatures could even speak, let alone operate a shipboard firing system. Granted, the little savages had defeated the Empire on Endor, though his CO had assured him the incident had been a fluke and a result of the intervention of the Jedi, Luke Skywalker.
As the tiny creature disappeared in the arms of the B1, Albedan took unsteady steps towards the cockpit. Perhaps the pilot, or whoever had replaced the late captain at the controls, could give him some direction. Entering the cockpit, the deserter could see the pilot, a young human woman with gritted teeth. "Ma'am," he began, "what can I do to help?"
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Post by halonachos on Jun 7, 2022 23:32:08 GMT
"I must insist you desist, you're seriously compromising my mission!" The droid vocalized.
His next move had to be calculated, he prepared to kick the droid's arms to the side with his legs,the furry fury raging inside his heart would be quenched. He began to count down in his head, then before he could strike, the freighter made a sharp turn as an audible whooping came from the headset on the droid's head. He felt himself become momentarily weightless and used this time to strike. With a mighty flail, Ego struck outwards with all his limbs. The droid seemed momentarily perplexed as the Ewok floated in front of it for seconds.
With the grace of a bantha rolling in dirt, Ego flipped around and kicked the droid in the head. He propelled himself toward the aiming monitor as a starship came into view. Then gravity returned and Ego found himself clutching one of the grips of the turret's controls. Outside the ship, the turret spun and fired rapidly. Red lances fanned out from the top of the craft into the dim blue of the star destroyer's shields. The following TIEs were caught unawares in the maneuver and while the lead had been quick enough to regain view of the freighter, one of his wingmen was not so lucky. A stray shot hit the bared side of the TIE in it's turn, and it began to slow. A second shot following the spin of the turret lined up to pierce the cockpit of the craft causing it to explode into a fireball.
The lead TIE pilot swore under his breath as his wingmen were taken out. Fellow pilots he had trained and flown with for years. In the turret compartment, an unaware Ewok and an increasingly upset droid battled.
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Post by Draxy on Jun 8, 2022 23:39:52 GMT
If there was one thing you could say about these places; it’s that no matter where you are in the galaxy you can always trust them to be the same.
It has almost been too easy for her, her new ‘boss’ not even asking for her chain code before she was soon working the floor. All he seemed interested in was that she was a pretty face and willing to dance for very little pay, and well that suited her just fine.
She hardly even needed to flash him a smile and she was in the door, dressed now in little more than straps of cloth and six inch heels, as she spun and twisted upon the pole. Hungry eyes stared up at her upon the platform as she moved. So many different shades and glowing colours, shaded in the low light. They were all the same too, and Shakka hardly even needed to see their faces to know the expression that would likely be upon them.
Lust, hunger, desire.
The feeling hung like a heavy cloud over the room, enough so it was likely possible that she could have sensed such things even without her extra ‘abilities’, years of such shows and made such emotions seep into the walls, this entire place now a concert of lust and other more darker feelings.
Still she danced, giving no showing as to her inner thoughts, lekku almost touching the floor as she leaned back, now fully held aloft from the ground with one arm and both legs, an impressive show of strength even for someone like her who could ‘cheat’.
Movement from near the entrance of the bar caught her attention and Shakka offered him a shy smile, at the sight of the man who entered, their eyes meeting from across the bar.
Well it certainly took him long enough to show.
Her smile grew wider and more genuine, as she removed her hand from the pole and shimmied, invoking a series of cheers from those watching, as more than just her shoulders shook. Her dance couldn’t end soon enough, there was now something much more interesting going on on the floor.
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Bouncing onto the main floor Shakka was quick to make a beeline towards the table she had seen her mark set down into, leaning rather far forward across the table as she set down each drink she carried, giving a rather magnificent view of her cleavage to the table’s occupants.
“...Correlian brandy, Jet juice, Claret and a bantha milk..” She said that one with a wink and a flirty smile, setting the blue alcoholic beverage down before her mark. “Enjoy~”
She spun on her heel, sending one lek back across her shoulder as she moved, moving her hips almost hypnotically. It wasn’t long before she was stopped, just as she was expecting.
“I.. I didn’t order this. There must be some mistake.”
“Oh!” She jumped, bringing the drinks tray to her chest as she sent a shy smile back across her shoulder and cocked her hip to one side.
“Oh, there’s no mistake, that one is on the house.” Her smile became more innocent like, as she ran one of her hands down a lek a seeming nervous twitch she may have.
“You’ve just done so much for us these past years, that well…. You’re deserving of something a bit more special~” Her hand continued down her lek, brushing past her side and the smooth curve of her ass. Her smile became a little more wicked, not that he could see as distracted as he was in that moment.
“That drink is one of my personal favourites.” She continued. “It’s full of spice and carries with it a bit of a kick. And well… I do like the colour~” She winked again and this time there was no mistaking the flirtatious tone her voice had taken. “And well, perhaps you will drink it and think of me?”
Shakka didn’t wait for a response, strutting off with an extra added sway to her hips as her heels clicked across the floor. She didn’t look back, knowing that he was watching, feeling both his and others eyes burn right into her back, even with the subtle cheers and playful ribbing she could hear the others gathered at the table give her mark. Various versions of how ‘lucky’ the man would be getting tonight. Well, she supposedly depends on what variation you want to describe him as lucky.
The loud thud of a glass on a table sounded and Shakka didn’t need her gift to know he was now following her to the back room, eager to partake in whatever other ‘gifts’ she was willing to impart that night.
He hardly resisted as she grabbed his arm dragging him deeper into the building, the sound of the throbbing music fading into a more quiet rumble. Deeper and deeper, past numerous closed curtains and doors behind which one may hear the sound of quiet giggling, screams and other such noises one may expect from an establishment like this.
Their eventual destination was a place just like that, she pulled her companion into the room with her, shoving him into a nearby chair even as she pulled shut the curtain behind them.
“Now then Mr Mayor~” She addressed him, one hand on her hip, her other brushed down from her headdress and lekku, before pausing only to tug at the thin piece of fabric around her chest, letting it flutter down to the floor.
A dopey grin spread across the Zabraks lips at that. Drinking in her full form, as she slowly sauntered close, like a lexu stalking its prey, she crawled onto the same chair with him, straddling across his lap. She hardly reacted as she felt his hands pull her in closer, and slowly begin exploring across her body, instead she merely smiled. One arm wrapped around his neck, the other pressed hard against his chest, her fingernails digging painfully into his skin as she leaned in close enough that her breath could tickle at his ear.
“Oh yeah, that’s good baby.” She moaned in his ear, shifting in his grasp as she threw her head back and gasped. “I like that~”
Her voice was wrong, different from before in the tone of what she had just said. Her expression and posture had shifted too, still predatorial but more like a cat toying with its prey.
Sadistic even.
Shakka gasped again and it was then that he realised it wasn’t a gasp at all, but a laugh as it continued on unabated.
“I like that~ I love the look of silly men who are yet to realise they are dead~” He blinked at that, not quite understanding. “Aww honey~” Quite brutally she tore away the thin blade she had plunged into his heart, wiping away the blood with a disgusted look on the hem of his shirt. Before placing the thin blade back into the tight fabric of her headdress, from which she had drawn it the moment she had entered the room.
“Don’t try to talk. Neurotoxin. A severe muscle relaxant. You'll be dead within the hour.” She stated rather blandly. Her expression shifted again as she giggled, leaning in close once more enough so he could spot faint specks of yellow within those blue orbs.
“There! There! That’s it!” She was almost bouncing, with excitement her grin wide and manic. “The realisation! The sudden outpouring of fear! Hehehaha, oh honey you’re delicious~" She was so close now, arms wrapped around his neck and close enough that they could of been kissing. A twisted mockery of his earlier desires.
"Enough so that you make dealing with their types worth it. Now show me more! I want to see everything! And you have me for this full evening baby!”
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The cold nipped at her skin. Shakka ignored it, even dressed as she was in a black cocktail dress that barely reached her knees and hugged her figure tightly. Hardly the best for the colder weather, but still better than her earlier attire, even if she was still receiving the same amounts of appreciative looks as she walked the streets.
“Yeah, yeah it’s done.” She snorted, at a joke only she could hear coming as it was from the small comm in her ear.
“No it was no problem at all, I trust you can wire the rest of the money to my usual account?” She paused for a response. “Then it was a pleasure doing business with you. Good luck in the coming election” She ended the call, with a sigh. Now to just get the first flight she could off this damn rock, if she stayed any longer she was going to be sick to her stomach. Still finding a flight out should be easy enough.
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It wasn’t easy.
Her back slammed into the wall and Shakka gasped, even if she had been able to cushion the blow with her magic, it still wasn’t easy walking in heels doubly so if the floor kept constantly moving beneath your feet. Or at least it wouldn’t be without the unnatural grace her power provided her, still even that had limits or points where she was forced to take the fall to avoid awkward questions.
“Don’t any of you know how to properly fly this thing!” She struggled back to her feet, sending a glare towards those in the cockpit. “And you two!” She snapped up at the upper gunnery station, even as she made her way to the lower.
“Stop acting like children! You have Imps to kill.” She slid down the ladder, sliding herself into the gunnery seat and letting them whine back to life, pulling onto the controls to target the first Tie Fighter that flew into her view, streams of red blaster fire scoring across its perceived path.
“Why did I even get on this ship?”
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