Mercenary Crew: Age of the Rebellion

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Sure." he said, shrugging. "It doesn't seem to hold too well under heat, so I figure a plasma torch should be able to cut him free pretty easily. The question is, is he flame retardant?" A smirk came to his lips as he winked.

[JasraLantill]

Raze gave Travis a dirty look. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to be in the vincinty when you try and find that out. By the way, did you get rid of that severed head and what it used to be attached to? I don't want the docking authorities, such as they are, to come sniffing around our ship. Especially when we're loading 'discrete' cargo."

[ForceFightWMe12]

"Aw, is Raze afraid of the big bad alien?" Travis asked, laughing. "Relax, his armor's thick enough. As for the head...that was my job?"

[Master_Archon]

"[Humorous...real humorous.]" Otak retorted sarcastically. He seethed as he saw the cocky man waltz around proclaiming his stuff indestructable. Otak had already pinpointed at least two weaknesses he could have exploited if his hands were free. And he just found another weakness, which the man practically told him about.

 

Otak started to get enraged at the sight of the arrogant foolhardy man. He reminded Otak of a Young Blood who barely survived his trials, prancing about showing off his first trophy, only to be torn apart by the next Kiande Amedha he meets.

 

He decided to reply to the matriarch's question about his species for the android, now known to him as Bif. "Yautja" he said, the closest his vocal organs would come to speaking basic, even though that's pretty much what it sounded like in his language in the firstplace.

 

Most of his species could mimic voices, and languages with their own vocal organs, instead of with a suit, but his vocal organs had been damaged, and he had a strangely hard time grasping the key to speaking like such.

 

"[Who said you could denie me my trophy! I haven't had one in over two years, and then dishonor me by throwing it away!!]" At this Otak activated his wrist blades, and pulled upward with his right arm, his anger and rage giving him the strength to pull the elastiplasticrete up as far as he did, nearly a foot off the table, the goo stretching thin, but alas, due to the drugs, and his strangely weary state, his arm fell back to the table quickly, unable to break the substance, though you can't say he didn't give a great effort.

 

After a small rest he started to squirm, and riggle, trying to loosen the substance to break out. Obviously this was a sign of the drugs wearing off. After about five minutes he stopped, and lay still on the table, breathing heavily.

 

"[AND WHAT'S WITH THESE SPOTS!!!]" He roared out angrily...well, okay then, maybe the drugs weren't wearing off as fast as suspected.

[JasraLantill]

"Yautja," the alien said.

 

Raze was taken aback by the alien's attempt to communicate with her.

 

"Yautja," she repeated slowly. "Is that your name? Yautja?"

 

She was about to approach him with the intention of trying to make him understand that she wasn't going to hurt him, when he began to struggle so hard against his elastoplastacrete bonds that he actually raised himself off the table.

 

"Guess not." Frowning, Raze took a step back. "I don't have time for this," she muttered.

 

She sighed, then looked at Ulim. "You told me he was a 'recently made friend' of yours. Try to calm him down, find out what he wants, and why he's intent on doing us damage. Because once our cargo is loaded, we have to go. And I've got no room for a... Yautja with murderous and violent intentions."

 

She turned to go, but at the threshhold, she stopped and looked at Bif. "Bif, perhaps you could find some other way to communicate with him? You've got language skills, don't you? Part of your 'bedside manner' protocols, isn't it?" Make up some sort of translator or something." She looked askance at Travis. "Get Travis to help you if you need it. I'll be in the cargo bay if you need me."

 

She started towards the cargo bay with the intention of seeing how the cargo loading was going with John, Zam, and Rita, and curious to see what this 'mysterious' package was that was worth fifty thousand credits to transport.

[starmark2k]

((In the interest of speeding stuff along so we can get to the action a bit quicker.))

 

Zam, John and Rita had just finished moving the Cargo in to the bay. The three of them decided to have a peek at the crates that weren't off limits, So far they had found well over a million credits worth of art and alot of works that had been reported stolen. Zam was quietly going through one of the art crates when he heard some whispering, He couldn't quite hear what was being said so he turned to Jack and Rita. "Speak up guys."

 

((Note: the whispuring is through the force and can't be heard by others.))

[steven]

"I Beg your pardon?" John said turning around, with a melon in hand, he looked at the melon, placed it back in the create and turned back around to face Zam.

[JasraLantill]

"I didn't say anything," Rita replied absently to the both of them, as she examined an odd looking sculpture she had taken from one of the crates, unsure of what it was.

 

"Well, that's a change," Raze said, as she came up from behind them. "Sorry i couldn't help you guys load up. Kind of got sidetracked by a maniacal alien stuck in Travis' elastoplastacrete. Anyway, where's th...."

 

"Elasto what?" asked Rita, only briefly glancing up from the object she held in her hands.

 

"Goo," said Raze. "Nevermind." She grabbed the sculpture from Rita's hands, then turned it the right way around. "So, where's this 'special' package we're carrying?"

[steven]

"Right there," John said, pointing to the right create. "Been getting a weird feeling from it. Like something bad is inside it. Something that will bring us nothing but bad luck."

[JasraLantill]

"Yeah, well, weird feelings don't pay for fuel, food, and supplies, John." Raze went over to the mysterious crate, stared at it for a moment, then smirked. "Do not open?" she read off the crate. "Well, at least it doesn't have 'Dangerous' or 'This End Up' on it. Probably not a bomb then."

 

"Oh? And just how are you so sure about that?" Rita snapped.

 

Raze gave Rita a look. "I'm not. I said 'probably'." She rested a hand on the top of the crate, then shrugged. "Well, no weird feelings for me." She looked at Rita, then Zam. "How 'bout you guys?"

[steven]

"As long as it doesn't try to kill me, I don't care what's in their. I've got a shower to fix. After someone broke it..." John said, staring at Raze, giving her the evils[\i]

[starmark2k]

"Well i think it will end us all..." Zam replied. "But i am paranoid so i ain't the best person to ask. So give me the coords and i'll get us to whereever we got to go to get rid of this... thing."

[JasraLantill]

"I sent whatever co-ordinates Phee gave me to the nav computer," Raze said to Zam. "But...." She paused a beat. "You're not going to like them. When Phee said 'Core,' he meant Core. The invisec on Corusc... I mean, Imperial Center."

 

She knew that Zam, didn't like to see how non-humans, especially Zabraks, were treated with contempt and confined to the ghettos on Coruscant. Neither did she, although with her looking more human than Falleen, she had it easier than Zam or Ulim.

 

"But, look on the bright side," she said quickly. "you and Ulim will blend in easier with the locals." She frowned slightly. "Which reminds me... what am I going to do with our 'guest' in the med bay? I certainly don't want him rampaging about the ship, but neither do I want to be the one held responsible by the Hutts for letting him rampage around the docks. Anyone have any suggestions?"

[Rexraptor2000]

Ulim looked at Sage and said "Stop struggling. You're only harming yourself." He then continued to read his datapad, ready to listen if Sage stopped.

[steven]

"If he escapes I'll hit shoot him with my ZAT gun. As long as I only hit him once, he should be fine. So where we heading once we reach Coruscant? I wanna go with you to the dropoff zone this time. I need the," John paused "fresh air."

[Master_Archon]

Otak watched as the woman walked out of the room, seemingly discusted at his actions. Though he had lost all respect for her, he felt, sorry, that he had driven her away, when he could have so easily just tryed to communicate, ask what she was going to do to him. He still loathed the sight of the cocky man, so he turned his head away, so he wouldn't be angered further at the sight of him.

 

He looked to Ulim, his anger and rage boiling down. "[i'm...I'm sorry for that, I...I don't know what's going on, I'm just, confused.]" He spoke to Ulim, his voice weak, though he knew Ulim wouldn't catch every word, he knew he'd understand the basic meaning and intentions of what he said.

 

Otak turned his head towards the android, Bif, and studied him for a moment. He was obviously the one who treated him. "[Well, 'bedside boy', are you going to stare at my ugly mug all day or are you going to make that translator? I'd really like to get off this table sometime this century, it's really starting to chafe.]" Said Otak to Bif, trying to calm down by taking on a more humorous mood.

[The Doctor]

Bif nodded. "Indeed. However, I will require the assistance of Master Harbrig to construct such a device as she requested."

 

((Jas, MSN, s'il vous plait?))

[Master_Archon]

Otak sighed, "[um, well my language isn't even apart of any Imperial world, actually it isn't even a language from this galaxy, so I don't see how your going to translate for me, when you probably can't half understand what I'm saying.]" Otak let out another sigh.

 

"[Can someone at least let me sit up, I hate not having free movement like this, and my back's cramping.]" He asked rather pitifully.

[The Doctor]

Bif nodded. "That is true. However, using my linguisitics database, I am able to translate your own language with a reasonable degree of accuracy." He frowned. "I apologise. I am not permitted to release your bonds. I will speak to the Captain, however, and request the power allotment necessary to establish a force cage. I will return shortly." He turned to leave.

[starmark2k]

"Well we could put him in the cell over there." Zam replied pointing over to the corner of the room with the small prison cell. "Or we could try to be friendly towards him, Cos' the way i see it we ain't given the best first impression... you know with Rita accidently threatening him and the Trigger Happy moron shooting it when you're actually getting somewhere... aswell as the same Hot head nerf herder calling him a monster every five minuets... Do what you do best and turn on the charm!"

[JasraLantill]

“I’ll give it another shot,” Raze said to Zam, as she stared at the cage for a moment. “’Cause it would be a shame if we had to put him in a cell. I mean, we don’t really know anything about him, except that he has a hell of a temper and Ulim kind-of-sort-of-knows him.” She paused a moment. “Speaking of Ulim… I wonder if he got that information from his contacts about the recent Imperial activities.” She looked at Zam. “I’ll have Ulim send whatever information he gathered to you on the bridge. For now, just get us prepped for take-off. I want to leave within the hour.”

 

She left the cargo bay and headed for the med bay. Through the med bay window, she could see their guest—and it appeared to her that he was having a conversation with Bif.

 

She cleared her throat as she opened the door. “Bif? It appears, to my untrained layman’s sort of eye, that you are communicating with our guest.” She looked at the alien, Otek, who seemed quite calm now. “Successfully, I might add.”

 

She turned her attention briefly to Ulim, still sitting in the corner reading. “Ulim, if you have a moment, could you give Zam any information you collected about the Empire’s recent activities? He’ll need it to set our course out of here.”

 

She looked back at Bif. “BIPHMA, if you would be so kind as to translate something from me for our guest here, I’d appreciate it.” She looked at Otek. “I am Reisa Tarn,” she started. “Some call me Raze. I am captain of this crew, and of this ship, the Eclipse. I don’t mean you any harm, but you can hardly expect me to release you when I don’t know why you were beating on my ship for entrance and then attacked me and my crew. Not to mention that ‘other’ guy, whoever he was before you ripped off his head,” she added. “I’m more than happy to let you go, but I need some sort of guarantee or promise that you’re, one, not some sort of assassin sent to kill us for some unknown reason; two, that you’re not going to fly into a rage and start destroying my ship, my cargo, or my crew the second you’re free; and three, that you give me an explanation as to who you are and why you are here. Once I have those answers, I’ll have Bif or Travis release you and you can go to… wherever it is you were going.”

[Master_Archon]

Otak stared at the lady for a moment, then with some in-mask fiddling he activated his voice mimicry system, which could be activated without the wristpanel, and used without it too, though it was like trying to type with your teeth. Luckily that's where dexterous mandibles come in handy.

 

After some time a monotonous voice came from his suit systems, "I, am, o-taa-k-tay, I can, under, stand, basic, I can't, speak, it." The voice was chopped up as usual, and it pronounced his name rather poorly.

 

More time, and fiddling and the voice spoke again, "I, promise, not to, kill, you, if you let me, sit up, and, use my, wrist, pan-el, to, type," Otak turned to look at the cocky man, then back to Raze, "I, can't say, I won't, kill, him, I'd advice, that, he, leave, before, you, release, me." Came the rest of the phrase. He waited with slight amusement to see how this, 'Raze', would react.

[JasraLantill]

Raze cocked an eyebrow, then glanced at Travis, who was wearing his normal 'smirk' on his face.

 

"Well, I'm sure there are a good number of people who would want to kill Travis at any given moment, Otaktay, so you'd have to get in line," Raze replied to Otak. "Even so, he's part of my crew. Which means, he's my responsibility." She let out a small sigh. "And irritating and cocky as he may be sometimes, he's very good at his job. So no killing." She glanced at Travis once more. "Besides, he's the one who's going to release your arm from his special 'goo', and then go and make up a translator for you." She smiled broadly and somewhat sarcastically at Travis. "Aren't you, Ace?" she asked him, although it was more of an order than a question.

 

"And then, Oktaktay, you can tell me the rest of your story."

[starmark2k]

“I’ll give it another shot,” Raze said to Zam, as she stared at the cage for a moment. “’Cause it would be a shame if we had to put him in a cell. I mean, we don’t really know anything about him, except that he has a hell of a temper and Ulim kind-of-sort-of-knows him.” She paused a moment. “Speaking of Ulim… I wonder if he got that information from his contacts about the recent Imperial activities.” She looked at Zam. “I’ll have Ulim send whatever information he gathered to you on the bridge. For now, just get us prepped for take-off. I want to leave within the hour.”

 

"k Cap'n give the big guy a reason to stand over my shoulders." Zam said sarcastically as he left the cargo bay. He walked into the common room followed by Rita She suddenly stopped and looked behind her.

 

"Zam can you hear footsteps?" She asked looking back down the coridor, but unable to see anything.

 

"Only yours, why?"

 

"Nothing, I must have imagined it."

 

Zam and Rita both walked into the bridge and took the pilot and co-pilots seats.

[steven]

John has been left to his own devices so he went to Engineering to check on the hyperdrive, after all, he wouldn't want the ship doing somthing silly like imploding during the hyperspace jump. John pulled off the lid to the drive and peered inside.

 

"Yup, yup," John said during his exspection "Everything seems normal." Not a moment after saying that he heard wispering from behind him, Johns head darted in that direction, noone was in his sight. John raised his head up so he could see the pipes, "*sigh* I'm going have to have a serious word with this ships designers. Damn inner metal they used must be rusting and blowing all round the ship, creating damn sounds."

"The Hyperdrives power-converter." A female's voice told John. He was spooked by the strang voice so he drew his ZAT blaster. He looked around the room but couldn't see anyone or any sort of recorder. He lowered his weapon and went to check on the hyperdrive.

 

"The voice said 'The Hyperdrives Power-Converters', there's gotta be a reason for that," John muttered to himself as he flashed a flashlight to get a better view, as the Power-Converter was at the bottem of it all. It was then he noticed something wrong, something hard to see but it could of been devistating if the Eclipse spent more than an hour in hyperspace. He quickly fixxed the problem and closed the lid to the hyperdrive.