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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:25 pm
Melissa blinked a few times, her finger frozen on the rim of the glass as he once more caught her off guard as he poured out his feeling and she bore the brunt of the emotional impact as if a swoop had broad-sided her. Realizing that she was sourly out of practice with her own force powers and that she had stopped her finger from making noise she quickly continued to make the glass sing.
“I-I’m, well,” She gave him a bewildered look. “I use’s to be a Jedi and we’ll jus t leave it at that.” She said flatly, not wanting the memory of what happened to resurface. “So you can feel things can you? Well this is a dangers time to be force sensitive, if the Jedi don’t draft you into there army the Sith will.” She said with a grin that quickly disappeared. “Now, what do you want with me.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:31 pm
Pash was knocked back by the blow. Granted he was wearing armor, but the woman was strong. Probably stronger than him. The Force alone knocked him back on his rear.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:55 pm
"Well, at first I just wanted to know why I felt what I felt" Randall said, his confidence returning now that the mystery had been at least partially unravelled. "Now that I know, I don't know if there is anything I want." Randall started to get up when an idea struck him with all the force of a blaster bolt.
"Hey" he said, eyes glinting. "Here's a thought. I could use a copilot, and you definitely seem to know your way around starships. Any chance you'd like to tag along with me? I can probably pay better than whatever low credit crap job you've got going on here..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:09 pm
Melissa grabbed up her glass and took a sip as Randall stood up. She looked at him quizzically, wondering what the galaxy had come to. She blinked at him once more as he offered her a job as his co-pilot and a way off this planet, and downed the remainder of her glass before standing up.
“You’re offering me a job as your co-pilot? She smiled. "But you barley know me.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:14 pm
The Mandalorian War Leader Ambu Ral, clad in his blue armor, stood aboard one of a small fleet of 30 Mandalorian Built Triremes. It had taken time and effort, but it was worth it. For he had with him a new generation of Mandalorian Crusaders, warriors eager to fight and win. It was time to get started.
"Helmsman. Set coordinates for the Itani Nebulae." He declared. "We need to ready ourselves for the fight ahead?"
The Helmsman looked at him, and despite the helmet Ral could sense the confusion from the man. "A Nebula? That a bit dangerous?"
"Not all our battles will be on solid rock, warrior." Ral told him. "Its best we get our brothers used to the extremes of space battle in a suitably hostile place."
"Is this your desicion, war leader?" He asked.
"No one else's." Ral declared. "If you think otherwise, I can find some nice, safe duty far, far from the front lines for you to do, warrior."
"Err...no sir. I was just curious."
Ambu Ral nodded at the man and affixed his gaze at a holomap of the destination Nebula. "I lead this crusade, Warrior. No one else. Not Mandalore, not the Republic, and certainly not the Jedi. I assembled this army, this force. It is only fitting that I be the one who directs where it goes. Everyone else will just have to offer suggestions and pray I take them."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:17 pm
"Well, I've got a good feeling about you." Randall said, smiling wildly. "My first impressions of people tend to be pretty correct, it probably has something to do with my Force, what did you call it? Sensitivity."
Grabbing his forgotten Lum, he chugged back the rest of it in one gulp. "Besides" he added, adjusting his disheveled hair, "If you do a bad job, I can always leave you somewhere else...", laughing to show that he wasn't entirely serious.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:47 pm
She smile at him, and nodded her head as she felt he emotions.
“An honest answer from the heart, very well. I’ll tag along with you for now, or until something more interesting comes along.” She had to admit, she was starting to like him as well for his emotional vibe was something she had not realized she had been missing, until now. “What type of freighter do you fly?” She asked.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:01 am
"It's a Dynamic-Class" Randall said, bringing up an image on his datapad and passing it over to Melissa for perusal. "One of the refurbished models based on one of the more popular freighters in the last big war. She's pretty old, but I've managed to keep her in pretty good shape."
Smiling with the warmth of fond memories, he continued. "I've had her for about five years now. She's always served me well."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:23 am
Melissa let out a slow whistle as she looked over the datapad Randall handed over. She keyed in a few inquiries about the ships performance parameters to glance over before she handed the ‘pad back to him.
“A very rare and popular ship, plenty of cargo space. Do I even get my own room?” She asked a little giddily.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:26 am
"Sure you do. There's room for way more than two people." Randall said, truly excited with the prospect of having a shipmate. "So I take it you're in?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:36 am
“I’m sooo ready to get off this rock and back into the black.” She nodded, choosing to omit that she had arrived at Onderon aboard one of the old Dynamic-Class transports. “When are you planning to lift off?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:43 am
"Not entirely sure yet." Randall said. finding it almost ironically fitting that what had started out as one of the most quizzical encounters of his life had become such a promising business opportunity.
"The first order of business would probably be to acquire some sort of utility droid. I lost my old Astromech when I got boarded by some pirates a couple months ago. After that, I figured we'd figure out what sorts of supplies are in demand, and stock up on 'em. Then we can get the kriff out of here and find us some buyers."
Leading the way out of the bar, and beconing Melissa into the moderately-busy streeets of Iziz, he concluded his spiel. "So first off would be to get the droid. Do you know any good dealers around here?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:42 am
“I think I might know a place or two that sells droids, I’m sure we could find what you’re looking for.” She hooked her arm around his and started to lead the way. “As for cargo, well, we’ll just have to look and see what’s available.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:33 am
"Well lead the way." Randall said, surprised, but not displeased to have Melissa take him by the arm. His mind racing with the excitement of new possibility, he was happier than he'd been in awhile, he always felt happier when he was getting things done, and so far, he'd achieved a lot today, and there was still alot of day left.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:54 am
She walked with him down the street, weaving around and in-between the crowds of beings going about there business.
“What did you do before you bought your ship?” She asked as she walked arm in arm with him.
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