Originally posted by Tptmanno1
*Cassius Chuckles*
"Those Brutii, Never turn down a challege do they. He shoulda checked my drink, I was drinking grape juice all night! Haha, we left the poor bastard with the tab too.."
"Yea I just hope we don't run in to him anymore any time soon, but I think he was killed on Landrye Minor last I heard"
The Shard's sensors indicated she was now twelve thousand Kiiyrns (roughly 1 kilometer = 1.6 Kiiyrns) from her point of departure, U'ya began mapping the hyperspace telemetry into the onboard computers meanwhile activating the ship's chameleon dissillusionment field, changing the color of the hull (A crude cloaking device that still left you on sensors but rendered the ship near-invisible to the naked eye), she had it installed as she didn't like to make a name for herself; to make peolple forget her once she left.
U'ya wasn't very well known and she preferred it that way, popularity or infamousy often drew unwanted attention, such as Imperials...
She was also surprisingly adept at blending in, even if she didn't realize it. Imperials had crossed her many times, she had killed numerous troopers and yet they never know who she is, those who did called her 'The Sapphire Ghost'.
She finished her input and powered the h-drive, only to receive the dreaded low-rumble and momentary kickback...
The lone smuggler got out of her chair and floated towards the engine bay door (as she had disabled the artificial gravity due to the fact that the ship's design confused her sometimes) and oped it, a leathery-mass of muscle and chitin growed at her with a white-foamed mouth as she had interupted it's feast of the throttle control linkage.
"FETHING MYNOCKS!!!!" she screamed as she whipped out her long-barreed pistol and blasted the winged creature from this dimension.
She could swear that R4 was laughing in code at her, she got out a hydro-spanner and first washed the foamy goodness from the cables before replacing the whole wiring system of that section.
If she ever saw the contact again she would give him a little more than just a piece of her mind as it had obviously come from his little ice-ball.
U'ya sighed heavily before swimming through the weighlessness towards the flight control blister and refitting her crash-webbing, "Lets try dis dance again..." she whispered, pulling on the activation nob to initiate the jump.
Her stomach seemed to climb into her throat as the stars around became solid lines, her jerri-rigging had actually boosted the output of the internal thrusters and was about one and a half times faster.
To say the least it gave her quite a rush, literally...
(I hope that everyone doesn't mind my sometimes long posts, i'm a story writer from =R-A= Studios and i like to put as much as i can in one post, just to add detail so you know exactly what's happening)
(long posts with lots of details are fine, however no offense but I'm pretty sure you'll see them shorten and shorten as the RP moves on, sometimes it's so hectic and things need to be decided and posted so to the point and so fast that there is no time for all that 'excess bagage' Just watch out you don't post stuff that can't be happening or things like that, but I'm pretty sure Ush will let you know when you take it to far.)
Rhys grins at Frank's remark. "Anyone ever say I could only have one partnet, Frank? Besides, we're not just partners, we're buddies, right?"
He regards Eerin. "Not seen many Geonosians before, and I never could get the hang of your language. All those clicks and whirrs tend to trouble my tonsils, you see." He grins apologetically.
"Not really," says the Contact. "We're hoping you will negotiate for it, using the help you are giving the Osokans as leverage, but we have no gurantee that will work, considering that this is an issue at the heart of their culture. But you only need time to look at it.
"Only in the direst emergencies- which is to say, the city is about to fall and the Emperor will just get it anyway- should you consider stealing it. Better we do thst than fail, but best we don't have to resort to it at all.
"I think your mission can be best summed up in one line, Senator- Don't let Lanzar die in vain."
That's all I have to say for all of this part. Is Operation 'Certain Failure' ready to go? One of you is already off, I notice!
('cos yup, it's the good guys that have to plan in the face of authorities now! And it's never gone that well around here before...)
Kyle looks around and sees that the meeting is breaking up. He speaks to his companions, "Well, it looks like this party's over. Better get ready for the next one. Eerin, let's get the ship ready. Rhys, Frank, we'll see you on Lanzar."
(Rebels, let's learn from the Darkies and get a solid plan on this one. So far everyone has come up with their own thing. Any solid plans once we get to Lanzar? Alkaselzer, I think you're pretty much in charge. Any specific orders?)
Hey, I was a Darkie! *grumbles*
Rhys, Frank, Kyle, and Eerin are all posing together as traders. Rhys, at least, has plenty of stuff in his cargo area to pull off the cover, though he'd rather most of it stayed out of Imperial concern. If we need to actually deliver a cover story to officials, Either Rhys or Kyle could do it, because they have similar scores for that area of expertise. Rhys still has some tricks up his sleeve in case we need to prove the story. I dunno what we'd be trading on a world like Lanzar, though.
The Imperials are not there yet; that, and they would have hired you. For example, the bounty hunters that Vader calls in- Fett, IG-88, and so on- were all notified and brought aboard to pursue Han.
I would like to keep the group together as a whole. Thing is, I'm not sure how hard it would be for Galahad and Sasha to pose as traders, seeing as they are noblemen and probably more recognizable. Also, it might be hard to get into a position to meet with Drakkon if we are supposedly traders. Then again, the authorities wouldn't be keeping tabs on a group that is supposedly the escorts of Senator Klinge-Faust.
Now that I think of it, I think we should work on hammering out the flaws in a 'posing as traders' plan. Lanzar is big on trading, it would be an easy way in.
Um, the Imperial Forces there might catch on to that one. It'd probably be best to stick with one of our groups. If you don't want ot pose as an advisor, maybe you can join us 'traders'. Hired bodyguard or something. There's also that 'secret mission Galahad has yet to assign, but I don't know how he plans to work that in to the mission.
Indeed.
The thing is, I'm not sure how many people I should let in on it. None of us are friends to the Empire, but none of us would want the Empire screaming down our backs. Galahad has decided he will undertake the task for more personal reasons, but he would not know what the case is with the others.
He will probably hold a conference with his motley crew.