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Post by Wolfman on Oct 27, 2014 13:53:35 GMT -5
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 27, 2014 17:43:15 GMT -5
OOC: For once we will do a non-anthro RP.
IC: Daxx Novastrom, a human male and a former field doctor for a RIMSOO unit during the Clone Wars, turned smuggler is currently down on his luck and starring into his cup of stimcaf. It's been a standard year since he stopped taking Deathsticks, and still has with-drawls from time to time. He notices a fiery red-headed human female near the giant slug, Jorba the Hutt. Something seems off about her, but Daxx becomes lost in thought again.
OOC: Daxx spent a year and a half in an Imperial prison just after the war ended for warning three Jedi healers of the Clone Trooper betrayal in time for the said healers to escape. Once he was released, he found his medical license was revoked. So, he turned to smuggling.
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Post by Wolfman on Oct 28, 2014 9:30:59 GMT -5
OOC: The way my headcanon went is that Kari wakes up in the captain's cabin of a YT-2400 named Silverwind, finds out that it's her ship, free and clear, and that Jorba's got a nice little legit cargo already loaded (the cargo's liquor, BTW), but that'll be a couple of posts on down the line. Also, I suppose I should've mentioned in the first post that she's currently wearing a version of the famous (or infamous, depending on your POV) metal bikini, including the collar and chain leash. And yeah, I suppose you could say her hair is a fiery red.
IC: Kari finally drifts off to sleep.
"She's finally asleep," Jorba mutters to his Majordomo, a red-skinned Twi'lek male.
"Indeed, Master," the Majordomo says. "The ship you wanted to have readied for her is ready, and all preparations are complete. The only thing we lack is a pilot for the ship."
"Excellent! See to it that she is taken to the ship, and that the relevant documents are prominently placed," the crime lord orders his Majordomo. "As for a pilot, leave that to me."
"As you wish, Excellency," the Majordomo replies as he removes an unconscious Kari from Jorba's dais.
Jorba then motions for Daxx to come up to the dais for a discussion. "Novastrom, get over here. We need to talk," he says, getting the smuggler's attention.
OOC Note: Italics will indicate the use of alien languages (Huttese in this case) as well as ship names. If there are multiple alien languages (not counting the Wookiee language) one will be underlined.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 28, 2014 12:11:35 GMT -5
"Yes Lord Jorba. What do you wish of me?" inquires Daxx.
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Post by Wolfman on Oct 28, 2014 12:25:30 GMT -5
"First, I've heard that your last ship was confiscated by Imperial Customs," Jorba begins. He continues, "I'm not happy about it, but I know that you can't control what the Empire does and find no reason to blame you for this."
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 28, 2014 12:28:28 GMT -5
"The Empire has hurt me so many times. They locked me away for saving some Jedi at the end of the war, took away my doctorate, now my ship." responds Daxx. "I just hope I live to see that day when the Empire falls."
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Post by Wolfman on Oct 28, 2014 12:30:46 GMT -5
"Even I don't have enough money to get your doctorate back, but I can get you flying again," Jorba says.
OOC: As Hutts go, Jorba's one of the more or less decent ones.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 28, 2014 12:34:12 GMT -5
OOC: Cool.
IC:
"Even if you could get me my doctorate back, my image has been tarnished to much by the Empire." informs Daxx. "As for getting me back into space, I'm all for it."
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Post by Wolfman on Oct 28, 2014 12:39:35 GMT -5
OOC: I'm guessing Daxx missed the second part of Jorba's statement that he could get Daxx flying again... I've edited my last post to emphasize that Jorba can get Daxx flying again. Also, Kari's 21 years old and is 5'3, weighing about 120 lbs when soaking wet (what can I say, she's petite...).
What do you say to Kentares IV being just inside Hutt Space, Marcus?
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 28, 2014 17:34:30 GMT -5
OOC: Edited the post.
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Post by Wolfman on Oct 29, 2014 9:17:59 GMT -5
Jorba tells Daxx the details of what he's up to involving Kari.
OOC: I figure we want to get past all this explaining and get back to Kari and her new ship. Besides, most of the details have been given in OOC comments. And with that said, let's get back to our heroine.
IC: Six hours later, aboard the CEC YT-2400 Silverwind, Kari begins to wake up in the Captain's cabin. "Ugh, my head," she groans, grabbing her head as she sits up in the bunk she'd been placed in to sleep off the sedatives she'd been given. Doing that gives her a rather nauseous moment as her body rebels against being vertical.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 29, 2014 10:30:35 GMT -5
Daxx had set the ship on auto-pilot in preparation for Kari waking up.
"You're lucky I still remember my medical training." says Daxx with a smile. "I've got a cup of stimcaf all ready for you. Any sugar or creamer you want?"
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Post by Wolfman on Oct 29, 2014 10:46:36 GMT -5
"Let me get decent first," she responds as she gets out of bed and heads for the cabin's refresher for a hot shower. "Then I'll start with plain to see what I'm dealing with."
OOC: No more metal bikini for her! Also, I edited the post to include a small refresher for the captain's cabin.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 29, 2014 10:58:15 GMT -5
Daxx is sitting on a chair just outside the captain's cabin, waiting for Kari. He left the cup of stimcaf on a nightstand in her room.
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Post by Wolfman on Oct 29, 2014 11:06:59 GMT -5
Ten minutes later, Kari is finished with her shower and is getting dressed. Once she's finished, she grabs the mug of caf and chugs it then and there. "Hopefully that'll wake me up," she mutters to herself as she exits her cabin.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 29, 2014 11:10:28 GMT -5
Daxx hands Kari a datapad from Jorba the Hutt about their mission.
"I am not allowed to look at the info." says Daxx. "It's encrypted to your eyes only."
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Post by Wolfman on Oct 29, 2014 11:16:19 GMT -5
Kari accepts the datapad and sits at the table in the common area while she decrypts and reads it. For once, Jorba's written in Basic rather than Huttese. When she gets to the cargo manifest, her blue eyes widen. "A hundred metric tons of Halmad Prime?" she whispers in awe. "I didn't know you could even get that stuff in Hutt Space! If word of this cargo leaks, we're gonna have every two-bit pirate from here to Nar Shaddaa chasing us..."
OOC: Having explained what I figured was going to happen in these documents, I see no reason to say it again, except to clarify what sort of liquor the ship's got in her holds. Marcus, you know at least as well as I do what sort of booze Halmad Prime is...
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 29, 2014 11:26:52 GMT -5
"Let's just hope nobody else has that info." says Daxx. "I personally have a thing against pirates."
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Post by Wolfman on Oct 29, 2014 11:30:11 GMT -5
"No kidding," she shoots back. "Having just been released from slavery, I don't much fancy going back to that state of affairs, thank you very much! That's assuming the scum decide I'm worth more on the auction block than dead, of course... Still, the good news is that we're not going anywhere in Hutt Space. We're bound for the Onderon System to drop this stuff off."
OOC: Starting to see hints of that infamous short fuse attributed to redheads... Also, Marcus, our characters need to introduce themselves to each other...
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Oct 29, 2014 18:08:50 GMT -5
"Worst comes to worst, I won't let anything happen to you while I live." he informs. "By the way, the names Novastrom, Daxx Novastrom. I used to be a doctor with RIMSOO 34 during the Clone Wars. Empire locked me away for tipping off three Jedi healers to Operation Knightfall."
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