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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:56 pm
“Quite’a few,” Xan responded, “Dog, mutt, orange butt. Honestly I nevah thought’a givin’ it a true name.”
He began to lead the way back to the Ruusan. The hunter seemed out cold for a while. Food wouldn't be much of a problem on board, though the passenger problem. Xan suddenly realised that he agreed without much thought about this, seeking an easy solution to a problem he didn't need to have.
"Say, 'ow muc' ya got on ya? Jag's not too keen on passenga's."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:57 pm
With buisness concluded for now, Jag sat himself down in the mess to grab some dinner. He choked down a few bantha burgers and water with the speed of someone who was on a schedule. After eating his fill, he nodded to Laura.
"Good meal, Cookie." he said as he stood. "Got two more hired on By the way. A girl and some Corellian guy."
He took his plate and glass and made his way to the kitchen, setting them in the sink. He turned about and made his way to the turbolift to go up to the bridge deck. Now that he had a Pilot, he could call in the Spaceport control and get a departure time.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:13 pm
"Captain, I don't suppose you have any spare razors lying around? I haven't shaved in days." Gairus said, as he ran a hand across his chin and face, now covered with 3 day's worth of stubble.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:18 pm
Jag looked at him, an eyebrow arched.
"You're a tough guy. Use a knife like I do." Jag said, tapping the side of his combat scarred face.
With that he took the turbolift to the top deck and made for the comn room. Having a seat he dialed up the Spaceport control to request a departure time and to log his destination.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:20 pm
Kalin looked up at the mention of another Corellian. He made a suprised laugh and began choking on his burger. He quick punched himself in the chest and dislodged the troublesome food.
Another Corellian, boss? How'm I s'pposed to be special with all this competition? Hah! As if they're any competition anyway.
He remembered Blikk, sitting at his side.
Oh you know I'm just jokin', mate. It's my competitive spirit!
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:26 pm
"Dree Dousand," Mareal replied, concerned that the dog didn't even have a good name. "But I'm gut vith a blaster. Or anyding dat shoots. Guns, Turrets, Tanks, you name it, I operate and can shoot it. Back in ze var, dee Nimbus Commandos were equivalent to dee so-called 'grand army of dee Republic.' I vas educated by dee best. It vas a different time back den, dough."
She put her arms behind her back as she was led on. Xan seemed a good man down deep. The Republic and the Seperatists were both led by the sith, although she didn't see the big picture till much later. Mareal suddenly realized she was saying much more than she should.
"Either vay, you said you'd help me if I helped du. Zo I get a ride from you to dee next planet, vatever it may be."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:37 pm
"Ahm a man 'o mah word, mon Chere. I admit I'm not too good wit a gun, but I like to tink the next man is worse wen it comes to a gunfight," Xan replied. Her story was a bit more than he wanted to ask for, but when a hand is dealt, a gambler like Xan can only do one thing: Play it. He could fold, he could call, or he could raise. Sadly, he hadn't a metaphorical Idiot's Array or pure pazaak, so the idea of raising the stakes wasn't smart right now.
"Ah hava bad feelin' we are bein' followed."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:40 pm
Niomie walks around the big ship slowly, taking in its length, height, and breadth of the boat, stopping to look at how far the stubby wings stuck out past the main fuselage. She made her way around to the loading ramp and walked up into the ship main cargo hold and started to explore her new home, going from floor to floor and room to room, but being mindful to touch nothing and staying out of other crew members quarters. Starting at the bottom deck and working her way up to the bridge of the ship, after all, she did have a job to do.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:48 pm
"Don't worry about it." Gairus considered Jag's idea. He turned to Kalin. "I'd use a knife but I'm not exactly that accurate with one. I'd carve up my face real good..hehhehheh." Gairus crossed his arms and slouched in his chair. He leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling of the galley.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 7:56 pm
Ow, come on now, Blikk. You have to at least try. Just keep yer hand steady and go slowly.
Kalin leaned back in his chair and popped his combat knife out of it's leather sheath. He reached out and laid it on the table, having to pay in the past for sticking it into the table.
Go ahead, you don't want to look like a ruffian or something. Hahah!
Kalin scratched his beard, half making a joke to Blikk and half because the damn thing actually itched.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:17 pm
"Does dat make you a pacifist?" Mareal asked, hoping for someone with a higher moral order than that of the surrounding thugs. But she couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary.
"Dis vay," she said, pulling him into an alleyway. "I don't dink ve're being followed dough. Call it a voman's intuition. Or paranoia. But betveen dee two of us, I'm the one who fought in a var."
She folded her arms behind her back. "Now, dis ship you spoke of?"
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 8:46 pm
Helix Lux didn’t hear the call for lunch. Mostly because he couldn’t hear anything over the rumble of his electrical wrench working the bolts before him. As he tightened up the joints to the ion feed pumps for the engines he watched the schematic that Little Bird had projected below where he worked. As the joints tightened he could see that the engine itself was swinging further and further out of alignment, not that she’d been perfect alignment before he started anyway, all three engines were in need of re-alignment. From the way they were installed Lux could see why that had happened, the original engine installation points, exhaust sheath, and mountings systems had never been designed for a CEC engine of the sort that had been installed. As such the engines vibrated when activated, and settled to one side when idle.
So Helix switched gears when the ion feed pump joints were secure and slowly worked to recalibrate the engines and realign the systems. It took thirty minutes to do each engine, and when that was done he started recalibrating the thrust vectoring system, the great ring of electromagnets that formed a ring around the engine dumb bell. This just took a few minutes, since the system was programmable from inside the engine room, and a little tweaking to the ion containment resulted in a nice five percent boost in power, by his calculations.
Helix’s stomach growled as he stepped away from the display. Still there was one more thing he did before heading to the galley for a bite to eat. He boosted the engine’s ion exciter power flow by installing a new power regulator which stabilized the flow of power from the ship’s primary reactor. With all that done he grabbed a turbolift up to the galley.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 2:04 am
Niomie walked up the entry ramp and through the main areas of the cargo deck of the Ruusan, noting what equipment was on hand in the various rooms, poking her head into the hanger and storage rooms before making her way to the lift. She explored the forward half of the main deck, making her way around she found another turbo lift and the escape pods, turning the corner she headed back to the central lift and went up one level. When the doors opened and she stepped out onto the crew deck she was greeted with the sight of two gentlemen, both of them rather big, the one with bright orange hair was scratching his bread and the other with brown hair was just staring at the ceiling.
They were both sitting at a long table with a few plates of food laid out, and a wicked looking knife lying between the two. Deciding that she wasn’t really interested in whatever they were doing she backed into the lift and pushed the button for the next level. The doors open onto the command deck and Niomie walked out and headed forwards to the bridge.
Entering she found a working terminal but before she sat down she looked out the front view port. Below her she saw the hanger bay doors and the wide long nose of the ship; to the sides she could see the ends of the wings. Sitting down she started to familiarize herself with the ships systems and control lay outs.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 4:19 am
"What the hell. Why not." he said, grabbing the knife. He kept it in his hand, but still remained seated. "When does work get off, eh?"
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