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 Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:55 pm
Cargo Hold, Bathurst.
“Eeep!” She squeaked and flicked her wrist, bringing her blade to intercept Ritt’s saber, batting it away. “O-kay, you asked for it.” She grinned up at him and took up a defensive stance, determined not to be pushed back again.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 11:51 pm
Onderon, Iziz spaceport, Astral Chaos
the docking bay was quiet and not a sole in sight as she approached the odd, but familiar craft. Setting down her chest she was about to knock on the outer hull of the ship. Just then the boarding ramp lowered, accompanied by what she thought was binary for ‘good morning’.
“Morning Tee 3, is Randal here?” She asked the little droid as she gathers her things and heads up the ramp. The little droids saucer like head swiveled in her direction and then back further into the ship. The little things body rotates as well and it rolls down the corridor. Following the droid Melissa finds Randall, curled up with his blanket on the couch, sleeping like a baby. Melissa stared down at him for a moment, before casting her gaze over the rest of the room and setting her spacers chest on the floor.
“Randall. Oh Randall, it’s time to wake up.” She sang to him lightly, leaning over the table that was still covered with an assortment of droid tools.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:03 am
Mellissa's sing-song voice registered dimly in Randall's mind, growing in strength over a couple of seconds. At first he thought it was part of the dream he was having, then realized with a dawning certainty that he was sleeping and woke with a start.
"Oh, hey. Mornin'." He mumbled to Melissa, getting stiffly to his feet. "Overslept." Yawning and stretching, he picked up a hydrospanner from the table he'd been working on and checked his reflection in the back of it. Adjusting his hair slightly, he turned his attention to Melissa. She seemed ready to go, there was a pretty large chest lying on the ground by where she stood. "Did you take care of your job and stuff?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:54 am
“Obviously.” She smiled, straightening back up as he sat up and checked his reflection in the polished sheen from one of the many tools lying on the table. “Yep, I can even have my old job if I’m ever on planet. You get that room squared away for me? She set her duffle bag on top of the chest. “Like to stow my gear before we break atmo.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 7:15 am
"You bet." Randall said, showing Melissa to her room. It was spacious, for a room on a ship, and empty of any contents other than a desk, a chair, and a bed. "You can, uh, decorate it however you want, and if you need anything, my room's at the opposite end of the hall." he said, gesturing in the direction of his own quarters. "'Fresher's down here to the left. I'll let you set up your things, I'll be in the common area. Then We'll just have to follow up on a lead I picked up about a cargo, and we'll be able to get off this rock."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:16 am
Marr Silvertongue stood before his throne at the end of the hall, wearing soft black robes with a red sash and belt. On either side of the throne stood three crimson-armored guards, so still that they could be droids. Marr watched Siren as she walked gracefully through the throne room towards him, looking upon her with the eyes of a man he had not been in many years. It was only a brief lapse, however, and he quickly regained his composure as she neared him.
"Lady Siren, I am honored that a woman of your legendary beauty and skill has been sent to these halls," he said, giving a polite bow. "I trust that your stay here thus far has been ideal?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:01 pm
Astral Chaos
Melissa gathered up her things and followed Randall to her new room.
“No need,” She said, stepping into the room she set her bag and chest on the floor next the to bunk. “Let’s go ahead and get the ship loaded up first. I can always un-pack once in hyperspace to pass the time.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:11 pm
"Understood," Jakar said as he settled into the copilot seat in the back and strapped himself in.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 1:23 pm
The landing gear retracted slowly as the starfighter hovered above the hangar floor. Marie then grabbed the stick and guided it gently towards the entrance, rotating the Gryphon to face the waterfall.
"Hold on to your pants," she said, just before the fighter rocketed forward through the waterfall and into the canyon beyond. Cliff faces flew past the canopy as she dipped the Gryphon over, under, and around the treacherous terrain. She then put it into a dive that took it beneath a natural stone bridge, pulling back on the stick as they passed beneath it and adjusting the thrust through the front-right vector nozzle to put them into a corkscrew climb.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 1:33 pm
"You got it." Randall said. "A contact of mine told me about a pretty big shipment of fish from Mon Calamari that needs transfer to Coruscant. Looks like the company's barge has a busted hyperdrive, and they're hiring out freighters to send in the load. They're paying pretty good, looks like a pretty easy job, and best of all, the cargo's legal, so we won't have to worry about anything like that. I'm going to go head out and get it all loaded up. It should take about an hour. You're welcome to come along if you like. It should be pretty boring. but possibly quite instructive. I'll leave it up to you."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 1:45 pm
Melissa shrugged her shoulders. It would be the first time she had going off in search of cargo, but it had been a long time.
“I’ll go with if you don’t mind me tagging along.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 2:57 pm
"Sure, no problem." Randall said, leading the way out of the Astral Chaos, into the spaceport beyond. The next hour or so went by quicly, as he confirmed with his contact at the cantina, and oversaw the loading of the cargo onto the ship. The fish, being kept cool by cryogenic cells in the packages they were in, took up most of the Chaos' cargo hold.
After the cargo was loaded, Randall went to the cockpit of the ship and sat down in the pilot's chair. He called out to Melissa "I'm ready for takeoff when you are. Copilot's chair is up here."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 3:32 pm
Melissa had accompanied Randall as he went about his business of acquiring a shipment of foodstuff bound for Coruscant. Staying in the background allowed her to observe her captain and learn his quirks. All the while having to shack past memories mixed with visions from her head. As the cargo was loaded and secured with in the hold of the ship, she headed up to the cockpit.
“Ready.” She said, settling into the co-pilots chair. She blinked a few time, clearing away another memory from her mind and buckled in.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 4:00 pm
"Then it's time to blast off." Randall said, flicking the power switch and coaxing the Astral Chaos into life. His hands moved rapidly as he activated the takeoff procedure, without needing to think about the individual buttons, switches, or nozzles he was activating. He had the process practically memorized.
As the ship took off into the sky, the blue sky of Onderon was rapidly replaced by the black of space in the Chaos' view port. Dxun, Onderon's moon occupied much of the starboard side of the viewport, and Randall veered to port to escape the gravitational pulls of both Onderon and it's moon. "Say goodbye to this Onderon." Randall said after they were sufficiently far enough from both bodies to safely go into hyperspace. As the white dots of the individual stars meshed together to be replaced by the eerie blue glow of hyperspace, he concluded "Next stop: Coruscant."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:02 pm
“Well,” She un-strapped her belt and stood up. “I’ll go check on the cargo and then go and put my things away.” This that said she made her way back to the cargo hold. Satisfied that nothing had shifted Melissa sealed the hold and made her way down the ship corridors to her room to unpack her things.
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