Mercenary Crew: Age of the Empire

[Writer]

((Sent you the PM from Starmark ))

[starmark2k]

(OOC: 1. No, I don't. 2. I didn't get a PM from Starmark.)

 

((occ I'm sorry This is partly my fault, But stinger has stated that Uti is not her real last name so you wouldn't get a bounty sheet for her anyway... I was onl sending PMs to those who need to knoww the things so i wouldn't be spamming... I agree with wild i'll begin to use the Discussion thread from now on i'll start by post the PM i sent Sting and wild. Extream a decission must be made by stingerhs, If he dose not mind you knowing his chars a jedi you you will have to edit your post so you discover it in a differant fashon, If he does mind you will have to remove any knowledge of The jedi.

 

Again i am aware this is partly my thought and i apoligise to all for this confusion. ))

[XoRRoX]

"Well - i'm going to medbay now" Oliver mumbled, while he leaved the common room. He was totally quiet, when he entered medbay.

[stingerhs]

((what we can do for the time being is have it so that the bounty sheet is just a bit of suspicion for the crew. i'll have it so that Ryshana will just dismiss the claim as a coincidence. some of the crew can choose to be suspicious or not, but its not going to be revealed until later.))

[JasraLantill]

((OOC: I don't want Beryl to be an obstacle to any 'future plans' so I've edited my post. She'll be in her own room for the time being.))

 

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Beryl smiled. “Thanks, Cloud! I knew you’d come through for me!” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, then left the common room for hers.

 

Just before entering, she paused, looking first to her right at the door to Jack’s room, then to the left at the one that was now assigned to Ryshana. Oh, I really hope the T’wliek isn’t a snorer, she thought. I’d rather sleep in one of the gun turrets than be sandwiched between two of them.

 

Once inside her room, she pulled her Azcom Flight Sim Ultra-Pro Plus® module out from the storage box underneath her neatly made bed. Carefully sweeping a clear space on the desk amongst the numerous holo-images—some of friends, some of her and her brothers, some of the test models she had flown, and a special one of her, her mom, and Dad on her graduation day from the TCTA—she set the flight sim module down. From the drawer, she reverently removed a small cloth-wrapped bundle—her first set of tools. In a few moments, she had the faulty transversal ring gasket replaced. Now, to test it out.

 

After tidying her desk and returning the holo-images to their exact previous places, she removed her blaster & holster belt and hung it on the hook beside the bed. Then she strapped the remote unit securely around her waist, attached the sensors to the appropriate places on her body, then donned the sim gloves. She flexed her fingers in the mechanised gauntlets, then grinned. She loved the feel of them.

 

She plugged the module into a power port and turned it on. The appropriate lights flashed. The hum sounded right. Time for a test flight.

 

She sat down on her bed, with her back pressed up against the wall, put the occlusion visor over her eyes, then hit the power on button on the waist unit.

 

Immediately, she found herself in the cockpit of a Headhunter Z-95T, complete with Incom Gbk-435 hyperdrive motivator, twin Bak KX-5 laser cannons, twin Krupx MG5 concussion missile launchers, a Fabritech ANq 2.4 tracking computer and an SI 5g8 "Quickscan" vector imaging system with a PG-7u P-TAG.

 

“Please prepare for launch,” said a nebulous voice in her head. She entered launch instructions, then jammed down the thruster button. She even felt a realistic G-force sensation flatten her body against the seat as she shot out from the ‘space dock’ and into space.

 

“Enemy targets in five… four… three… two….”

 

Beryl grinned. Targets of her own choosing. Unlimited fuel. State-of-the-art weaponry. No chance of death or injury.

 

“…one.”

 

Beryl was in flight sim heaven.

[starmark2k]

((@ Extremejedi- Can you please edit your post so we can continue, Please remove any referance to the name Oliaya and the jedi as there is no way you could possibly find out these things. Instead you can have somthing like there is no evidance of Ryshana Uti actually existing before a couple of years previous... This way it can insight suspicion but will still allow us to go with previous plans. This is the only fair solution to this problem. If you do not edit your post, it will come to a stand-still and Die. I don't think anyone wants that.

Thank You.))

[ExtreamJedi12]

(OK. I was busy thinking on a way to edit it a way to favor your plans.)

[starmark2k]

((OOC. Now everything has been edited this is how it will go in ten easy points...

1) Nic and Cloud will have a breif conversation about Uti (Others can join.)

2) we'll be in hyperspace and we power down the ship for 'sleep time'.

3) The prisoner escapes and kills wade, He disables the hyperdrive which wakes Nic up.

4) Nic Walks out his room and sees the prisoner, Nic and prisoner fight. This wakes up Jana.

5) Jana gets grabbed and has a knife against her throat, The prisoner now goes down to the Headhunter.

6) Ryshana saves Jana, We flush the prisoner out the air-lock.

7) Me and Jana go to the cockpit and discuss what happened while cloud fixes the hyperspace.

8) Imperials came and say they know we have a jedi on board, Jana puts two and two together.

9) We get into a small fight and escape.

10) We discover the Imps are waiting for us outside alderaan and agree to take Ryshana on as crew to keep her safe providing she helps us.))

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Nic looks up at cloud and nods "O.K." He said as he stood up and walked out of the common room into the hanger. "What's the problem Cloud? If its got somthing to do with parts talk to Jana."

[ExtreamJedi12]

"Well, I found out 2 things." Cloud said. 1. Jawa Beer makes me curious. 2. For some reason, under the influence of my Jawa Beer, I searched up Ryshana's name on the Galactic Database and didn't find anyone with the same name."

[steven]

((Can I be the one who flushes him out of the airlock))

 

After putting the ship into hyperspace, Jack turned around and shut and locked the door behind him. Out of boredem Jack accessed the Echo's computer and began accesing files on the computer. While browsing the computers he noticed Beryl's sim. With nothing better to do we watched the sim.

[JasraLantill]

Deeply involved in her sim game, Beryl's sooped-up Headhunter was skimming the atmosphere of a simulated planet, upside down of course, preparing for a strafing run on a small squadron of TIEs while launching one of her missles at a nearby Emp cruiser.

 

With her finger itching on the trigger, and just as the missle was about to hit the target, a light flashed on the console in front of her. Someone was monitoring her system. She grinned. She knew who it was.

 

"You know, Jack," she said into her simulated com link as the missile exploded into the side of the cruiser and she shot an array at the oncoming fighters. "You're always welcome to link up and join me. If you can stand the G's." And with that she dove down through the atmosphere, doing a tight barrel roll as she fired into the doomed squadron of the enemy.

[Writer]

A small, strange-looking fighter entered the fray, blasting Imperials away. It wasnt any of the crew... in fact, there was no fighter like that in the ship's systems. The call name given was SithHunter. Seconds later, another headhunter entered the sim. Jana. She noticed the new fighter immediately.

 

"Beryl," she called. "Who's SithHunter?"

 

Text flashed up on the screen. None of you know me... I'm flying not far from you and detected your sim. My ship's too small to do much while in hyperpace. Hope you don't mind me jumping in here.

 

"Would like it better if I knew who you were," Jana answered. "And do you have a voice?"

 

Laughter sounded over the comm in Jana's simulated headhunter. "Yes, I have a voice. I just haven't used it much recently... not really anyone to talk to."

 

"You sound young-ish," Jana observed. "19? 20?"

 

"Older," the voice answered. "But I'm here for a firefight against Imperials, not a chat."

 

The strange fighter with SithHunter aboard zipped into the fray, following Beryl closely... almost too closely. Jana was about to order the stranger to pull back a little when her voice came back over the comm.

 

"I sense your concerns, Headhunter Two," she said. "Relax. I've had plenty of practice with this. Headhunter One, don't worry, if you pull back, you won't run into me."

 

The strange fighter slid smoothly under Beryl's Headhunter inverted and the ships continued to fly belly to belly. SithHunter matched Beryl's moves exactly.

 

"Beryl, did you add a friendly fighter to make this more interesting?" Jana asked, impressed.

 

"Beryl did nothing of the sort," the stranger said. "That's a pretty name, by the way."

 

"What's yours?" Jana shot back.

 

"You first," the stranger challenged.

 

"You're the stranger, you first," Jana snapped. "And how the hell are you hacking our signal?"

 

"My name's Riebe," the stranger answered. "And I'm really good with computers and the like."

 

"I'm Jana and I'm not much sure I like just how good you are with computers," Jana said.

 

"I'm sorry to hear that, Jana," Riebe said. "I'll be gone when the sim's over... I just wanted something to keep me occupied for a few minutes... I'm sure you understand."

 

"Beryl," Jana called on a private line. "Is there a way to filter this stranger's signal out?"

 

But Riebe heard it. "Do you see this little fighter I'm using in the sim?" she demanded. "That's exactly what I'm flying in real life. Just let me play. I'll be gone at the end. I promise."

 

Jana sighed heavily. "Alright. Beryl, I'll want to talk with you when this is over."

[JasraLantill]

"Beryl, did you add a friendly fighter to make this more interesting?" Jana asked, impressed.

 

Beryl was about to answer, when the stranger cut in.

 

"Beryl did nothing of the sort," the stranger said. "That's a pretty name, by the way."

 

Beryl rolled her eyes. Then rolled her eyes again as they exchanged ‘firsts’.

 

"My name's Riebe," the stranger answered. "And I'm really good with computers and the like."

 

Pretty good with flying, too, thought Beryl. Good, but not great.

 

"I'm Jana and I'm not much sure I like just how good you are with computers," Jana said.

 

"I'm sorry to hear that, Jana," Riebe said. "I'll be gone when the sim's over... I just wanted something to keep me occupied for a few minutes... I'm sure you understand."

 

Oh, I understand, Beryl thought. And I think I can keep you occupied for a while. Beryl grinned.

 

"Beryl," Jana called on a private line. "Is there a way to filter this stranger's signal out?"

 

But Riebe heard it. "Do you see this little fighter I'm using in the sim?" she demanded. "That's exactly what I'm flying in real life. Just let me play. I'll be gone at the end. I promise."

 

Jana sighed heavily. "Alright. Beryl, I'll want to talk with you when this is over."

 

“Yeah, sure,” said Beryl, angling her eyes towards the ship, and then upwards towards the sim planet’s atmosphere. “It’ll bring back memories of that nerf-herding Captain Salvo’s class at the TCTA. You remember Captain Salvo, don’t you?” Beryl hoped she did. She was trying to warn Jana that she was about to make a dangerous manoeuvre. The Quitaan Curl. The same move that she had performed at graduation. Her trainer, Captain Salvo, had been most displeased. Especially since he had been in the control tower at the time her exhaust blew out the windows. Oops.

 

I truly love simming! Beryl thought, grinning. Even if the Curl didn't work and they crashed, it would be a spectular end to the game. Well, here goes nothing….

[Writer]

"Damn, I'm glad he's not here," Jana muttered. And so very glad this is just a sim...

 

Much to the surprise of both Beryl and Jana, the stranger called Riebe directed her ship at an odd angle away from Beryl's and, in the process, ploughed straight through one of the Imperial fighters without taking more damage than a slight dent to its nose.

 

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Riebe's voice came over the comm, "but I believe you're taking more than a mild dislike to my presence here."

 

"Well..." Jana said, hesitant to answer.

 

"I'm not an idiot," Riebe interrupted. "And that was quite an impressive trick, Beryl... had I not seen something like it before, it would have worked."

 

"What do you want?" Jana demanded, now angry.

 

"The game's almost over," Riebe answered. "A minute left, if my system has read yours correctly. Shoot the Imps, I'll shoot the Imps, and then we'll go our separate ways and likely never hear from one another again."

 

"Fine," Jana was fuming now, but she said nothing further.

[stingerhs]

Sensing that Cloud was feeling a bit unsure about her, Ryshana went over to where Nic and Cloud were. "Hey, I heard somebody mention my name. Is something wrong?" Ryshana asked innocently. It was a lie, of course; she hadn't actually heard Cloud say anything.

[ExtreamJedi12]

"Yeah, something's wrong. Every person's birth is recorded in the Galactic Database. For some reason, I couldn't find your name. And I wouldn't have done that is it were't for my 'Jawa Beer buzz'.

[starmark2k]

Nic loked at Ryshana enter and listened to cloud, "Look there can be any number of reasons why her name isn't on the database, her record was corrupted, her parents didn't register her birth, She mayt have changed her name." Nic looked up at Ryshana "I'm sorry it's none of our buisness."

 

Nic looks at his watch then Cloud. "We're almost at down time, get some sleep, We'll talk when the effects of jawa beer have completly worn off."

[ExtreamJedi12]

"Alright, but all I'm saying is that I'm suspicous." Cloud said. He then went to his room and went to sleep.

[stingerhs]

Ryshana sighed to herself. She knew the real reason why her 'name' wasn't in the database. "Well, I'm going to get some rest, and hopefully everyone else here will get some as well. For some reason, I have a funny feeling that we're all going to need it," Ryshana stated intuitively. "Pleasant dreams, Captain."

 

With that, Ryshana turned around and headed for her cabin. Once inside, she locked the door and stripped down. Getting inside the bed, Ryshana laid down on her back and closed her eyes. Concentrating, she entered a Force-induced sleep that would rest her as quickly as possible.

[JasraLantill]

Riebe directed her ship at an odd angle away from Beryl's and, in the process, ploughed straight through one of the Imperial fighters without taking more damage than a slight dent to its nose.

 

Beryl did a double-take. "Whoa...." she said in an awed whisper.

 

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Riebe's voice came over the comm, "but I believe you're taking more than a mild dislike to my presence here."

 

"Well..." Jana said, hesitant to answer.

 

"No, not at all...," Beryl started to say. Whoever she was, this mystery pilot's skills were impressive. And so was her ship. Beryl wanted to know more.

 

"I'm not an idiot," Riebe interrupted. "And that was quite an impressive trick, Beryl... had I not seen something like it before, it would have worked."

 

"Erm...thanks," said Beryl. "So...."

 

"What do you want?" Jana demanded, now angry.

 

"The game's almost over," Riebe answered. "A minute left, if my system has read yours correctly. Shoot the Imps, I'll shoot the Imps, and then we'll go our separate ways and likely never hear from one another again."

 

"Fine," Jana was fuming now, but she said nothing further.

 

"No, wait!" Beryl said excitedly. "Forget about Jana! Can't you hang around for another game? I like having a little competition!" And she meant what she said. "This is the best flight sim I've had in ages!"

[Writer]

"Beryl, once this simulation is over, we need to talk," Jana snapped.

 

"Don't worry, Beryl," Riebe said pleasantly. "If Jana's alright with it, I'll stick around until you're finished with her."

 

Jana sighed. "We'll see."

[JasraLantill]

Riebe was right about only having a minute of the simulation left. It didn't take long for Beryl, Jana, and the mysterious Riebe to take out the remaining TIEs. And even the sim Empire cruiser.

 

"Scenario 6, completed," said the nebulous computer voice. "End program."

 

"Aw!" Beryl took of the occlusion visors and ripped off her gauntlets. "I was enjoying that!"

 

She sighed as she stored the sim unit under her bed again. Now for something not so enjoyable. Being chastised by Jana. Yeah, alright, so she probably stepped out a line a bit when she told Riebe to forget about Jana and stay. After all, Jana was second in command. And she didn't really know who Riebe was. Or how she had hacked into their systems. Or why she was so close by. Still, Beryl thought, Jana needed to lighten up a bit. Have some fun once in a while instead of allowing herself to be bogged down all the time with all of the administrative stuff Nic left to her to handle. Take some risks. Do something exciting once in a while.

 

Beryl left her room and went to seek Jana. Oh, how she was dreading this...

[Writer]

"I didn't much like that," Jana said quietly when Beryl found her. "A complete stranger enters our sim?"

 

She shook her head. "Another thing I didn't like... I knew a Riebe... but she spent time with Jedi, so she's likely dead. But that sounded an aweful lot like her..."

 

She went to a computer console and typed in 'Riebe Sothe'.

 

"Corrupted file," Jana muttered. She looked over at Beryl. "All I can read is 'Sith Hunter' and 'presumed dead'." She closed out of the console and turned to fully face Beryl. "I'll let you go back and sim with her again... just be careful. We don't know who she is or what she's capable of."

[starmark2k]

((OCC- as we are close to the end i'm putting things in the discussion thread. so check it out http://lucasforums.com/showthread.php?p=2008909#post2008909))

 

Nic watched Ryshana enter her room, It was strange that she wasn't on the database, surely there should be somthing. He decided to go to his room and take his own advice he had a few too many Corellian Ales himself. On entering his room he he removed his shoes, socks and shirt, he laid on his bed (which was still un-maid from the previous two nights). He quickly fell asleep.

[steven]

After the simulation had ended, Jack began to look at the computers. While search he noticed something wrong with the ship. "This can't be right." He began reading more data "Great. Looks like we have some damaged systems. How did Cloud miss this?"

 

Jack activated the intercom and spoke to Nick "Hey Captain. Come here a second. Theres something you may want to look at"

 

((This could be the point where the prisoner attacks you and takes you hostage or not.))