At Galaxies End- The Highway around the Unknown

[RC 212]

Location: Annaj​

Ship: Gypsy Caravan, a Modified L-19 Freighter​

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Crew: [member="Rose Lalonde"] [member="Orihime Ike"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Roxy Lalonde"] [member="Mishk"] [member="Andrea Kryze"] [member="Minna"] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Usa'ar Obath"]​

Annaj. It once was the seat of power to the Lords of the Fringe. It was place right near the edge of space, or well known space. The Unknown regions beyond had harboured monsters of the void, treasures and unspeakable terrors. For so long they had been beaten back, subjugated by fringers, but now?​

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Well the galaxy was a bigger place. After the rapture the power vacuum in this section of space had let the meanies back in. Worlds had lost contact, ancient routes and new made maps destroyed. So it fell upon Vassara, as an extension of her friend Jorus Merills will, to complete the work of mapping the stars.​

No one had heard much about the Unknown Regions, and she was chasing a hunch. A dream that maybe the Ssi-Ruvi shipyards in the Lhwek star cluster still held some answers. Some maps, possibly some ships for salvage? But the goal was much bigger than one stop. As she stood in the doorway between the cockpit and the hangar of her beloved crate of bolts Vassara regarded the group with a warm smile.

She stood maybe just five feet and a few inches, but was no less fearsome. Her spacers coat was black with red trim, matching her wild hair and dirty gloves and boots. From beneath midnight black locks, piercing blue eyes shone like icy daggers. On her back a bantha leather holster with a large shotgun. On her hips a loose gunbelt with three pistols and a saber.

She was Jedi, but in a loose sense of the word.

"Welcome aboard the Gypsy Caravan folks. Sorry rooms a little tight. I managed to move most of the crates to make small compartments where your cots are and give you some privacy."

Vassara took another sip from the steel canteen she brandished. With one arm she leaned against the wall,cocking her head at the group.

"You are all here doubtless for different reasons. So first let me explain the mission, and what I need. We are going off the edge of the map folks. Into the Unknown regions deepest blackest pits. We do not know what we will find, and we honestly might not come back, but I have a mission."

Vassara took another sip. The stim caf was hot, and burned her lips slightly.

"Each point of the trip we're going to drop out of hyperspace, and drop a beacon. Once we drop out and make the beacon drop, we can explore whatever we find, loot plunder all that. But the main mission always comes first. Now as crew aboard my ship I don';t care what or who you are. there are three basic rules. Respect each-other, Respect my ship and I am the Captain. Here my word goes, no questions. I'll be needing to make quick decisions, or else we are all dead, and I'll need your best."

Vassara reached into her pocket, producing a datapad and handing it off to the nearest crew.

"The assignments are on here. One Engineer slot. One quartermaster slot, basically rations for food and water. Two or three security slots. One Co-pilot and one person in charge of my beacons. Read up on the positions and pick what you will. Oh I almost forgot."

With a sweeping gesture she kicked the nearest crate. The durasteel surface fell to the floor with a clank. Inside several bottles of booze were lined up neatly.

"First drinks are on me folks! Now tell us about yourselves and why you are here. Give us a bit of background?"

 

[Evan Kenner]

Now this sounded like a good, safe way to get everything done!

Recently becoming the new apprentice to the Host Lord herself, one of the major leaders of the Primeval, Evan had started to grow more and more curious about the unexplored fringes of the galaxy. Another thought had appeared in his mind.

I think it's time to build a lightsaber

Master Aj'Rou is, however, unfamiliar with lightsabers. She uses the tools of barbarians from a past age. Swords. Evan took it upon himself to find the parts needed for a lightsaber...and someone to instruct him on it's building.

Gathering the pieces would be the hard part, though. By joining with this caravan-like group of daring galactic adventurers, Evan could meet some new people, explore the unknown regions, and hunt down the pieces necessary to build his first lightsaber.

Evan stood at the front of the group, immedeatly knowing what position he wanted to take. He turned his head up and looked at [member="Vassara Raxis"], "I have knowledge piloting freighters like this one. I can co-pilot."

After stating, Evan looked around at the others, surprised at how many there were.

 

[Rose Lalonde]

Out of all the people, just judging by their clothing, their attitude, and respective interests in joining this journey in the first place, Rose felt like she was the odd one out. Slowly giving the back of her head a scratch, she looked over the pad she was given, reading through the basic language slowly and carefully, recording everything for her own personal information in the future.​

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Without looking up to the person who made themselves known, she raised a hand in the air and read off the position she wanted, despite it not being the better of choices she could muster.​

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"I'll be taking the beacon control position."​

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She said blankly, gently reading it over again. It seemed a little more risky than she was hoping, but if anywhere, she didn't want to be the one person who had to make sure all the rations were in supply. The thought made a small scowl come across her face. What a boring job to be put in. If they had a heavy chance of dying on this mission, then she might as well do something fun once in her life. Who knows, maybe they'll meet someone her specialties will come into mind of, and she'll be one of the first to meet them.​

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[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Evan Kenner"]​

 

[Doctor Azure]

"Yes, Vass, and only the first drinks. I brought the deadly stuff."​

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Lorane grinned as he sat down and popped open his ever-present bottle of Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. He took a huge gulp and then plunked down into the nearest chair.​

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"I think I'll call dibs on engineering and get on with my mad sciencey self."​

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[member="Rose Lalonde"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]​

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] Ξ [member="Evan Kenner"] Ξ [member="Rose Lalonde"] Ξ @others

The unknown regions, what did lay beyond riches, artifacts even new civilizations to encounter. It was full of possabilitys. Sanya wasn't normally one for taking on jobs such as this, but she had personal gain out of such mission. Looking over the job list she'd be able to provide security. After all if it went killing stuff to fuel her dark side the better, although this would remain on the down low. She had her full head mask on to keep themfrom from knowing her face.

She still was on the down low from the republic and this job would also provided away to avoid been found out for a while longer. Sanya approached the table closer looking St the woman through her mask. "I can provide security, but I will do so from my ship. See me as an escort if you will. Since non of us know what is out there it would make it safer with two ships other than one. Obviously I will keep in constant contact, and when meetings are needed I can dock onto the side."

It wasn't like she was trying to avoid people but it would be safer if she did. "My names Sanya, master in the force, and also the proud owner of a company. Other than my partner I'm know as a general loner of sorts. I've spent a lot of time doing scouting so this isn't out of my area." She picked up a bottle from off the table and started drinking.

 

[Orihime Ike]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Rose Lalonde"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]

There was a look on her face more of questioning while she was raising an eyebrow. Then a light lipped smirk on her face... mostly cause well she had been wanting to get out and try thing. "I'll apply for security." She had some skills but was better in some cases while she slid the force gun on her hip and allowed her necklace to gleam over the sleeveless robes over her regular clothing. The biggest thing she had was for protection from her mother and that was the powerful guard armor she had been trained in using. The cube and amulet on her belt for protection as she needed it as well as the silver telescopic staff. Her lightsaber hidden in a pocket but the glowing blue crystal around her neck was infused with energy to keep her fresh and strong.

 

[Mishk]

Mishk had found a seat at the far corner of the hangar. He really did not belong here. Carefully he plucked with an old rusty metal can. Sealed shut with a simple string.
Actually he did not belong in most places and he had tried to convince his friends in his masters so called directory of it. But regardless that he had talked for hours to the severed head of the officer who was sent to instruct Mishk to go to a place and board a ship, it had not listened. They, his masters close friends, had kept sending messages after messages explaining that his master would be very sad if he did not do this.

So again, he found himself forced away from his dark love, from his home.
" You are NOT to play with them! Understood!?!" the voice in the speaker had instructed him before he was dispatched. And here he was, lost and lonely without friends.

He listened to the woman speaking. He was told that this crew was not friends yet he would have enjoyed to sing with them. It was hard not to start singing, but he managed to control the urge.
Mishk sighed and looked around. He knew that someone important to his master was on board. Perhaps that was why he was given such strange instructions. He plucked with his can unable to decide what title he should claim. The drinks offered meant nothing to him. He had brought a flask of his own. But it would need to be refilled sometime of course. Usually that meant someone was killed. And the speaker voice had told him that he could not kill these people.

"They are not friends!"

On the bright side, he did sense the prescence of worms in the group. He liked that but again he could not decide in which brain the worms belonged.

[member="Orihime Ike"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Rose Lalonde"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Evan Kenner]

Evan climbed on board the T19 Freighter, heaving a sigh of relaxation as he took a swig of...whatever alcohol was given to the crew. It had been so long since Evan had set foot on a starship he could walk around in. He loved freighters. They were like mobile homes you could fly anywhere. He wanted one, but alas, stll was stuck with the Republic Heavy Jedi Starfighter he was given while a part of a Jedi Starfighter Squadron. It IS a nice ship...it's just that it belongs to those Republic swine. Now a member of the Primeval, he was flying a ship designed for the wrong faction.

Evan could feel a few of the other crew members had the Force in their hearts, even the Captain whom homestly appeared the spacer type. Then again, Evan was the same. He dressed and acted like a spacer, growing up as a scummy pirate, yet he is trained in the ways of the Force. Now, of the Dark Side. The passion and deep emotion he had within him made utilizing thr Dark Side to be far more...effective than surpressing it as the Jedi teach.

The chiss made his way to the cockpit, looking around and pressing a few keys and buttons to see the diagnostics of the vessel. He took note of some of the modifications made to it, impressed. "Ah...I do love a good ship..." he murmured.

Then, he sat down in the seat beside the Captain's chair. He unhooked his dirty, old training lightsaber from his belt. He had used the piece of junk for the past three years of his training. He remenisced on recieving it. Being gifted it from the Jedi Master Kian Karr, the Kel-dor...Evan remembered how much he looked up to the alien Master. He was a wise man. He remembered the young teenager whom was supposed to become his teacher...

Evan couldn't even remember the boy's name.

Master Sovint, Karr, and Shatterstar had been better masters to him...

Varus...the cause of his descent to the Dark Side. The Master was shot and killed by a Republic Naval Commander. Why? He defied a 'rule' put in place by the Officer that would only put the jedi at risk.

"I wish I could see that dorky-looking piece of filth now..." Evan whispered as he closed his eyes and relaxed in the co-pilot seat.

Kark the Republic. The Dark Side has freed the young chiss. Leaving was one of the best choices he ever made.

 

[Rose Lalonde]

With a small clearing of her throat, Roxy sat herself deeper into the chair she was in. She listened to the people one by one stand up to call out their desired position, feeling pity for all of them. She felt like she just got the best one out of the jelly bean bag, and everyone else was stuck with the lesser jobs. She quirked a brow for a moment, wondering with difficulty who would be in charge of the rations after all. Before long her eyes flickered to the doctor. He was a scientist, wasn't he? With that much knowledge, he would be perfect for the job.​

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"I suggest you take the rations storage as well, seeing as you do have the smarts to understand how much everyone needs, and for how long."​

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[member="Evan Kenner"] [member=Mishk] [member=Orihime Ike] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Rose Lalonde"] [member="Mishk"] [member="Orihime Ike"] [member="Doctor Azure"]

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OOC: From now on only tag people you are close by to, or talking to so the notifications don’t explode.​

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From here out I will be running a sort of DM role. Enjoy!​

"Ok then looks like everything is set. Beacons need to get power cells put in. Evan and myself will assume the controls and lift us off. Everyone else settle in a get to your stations."

She smiled and did a small bow before disappearing into the cockpit. Once inside she took her seat, locking the harness and powering up the first phases of the engines. They would normally run the computers and begin to plot the jump, but Vassara had other things in mind. She already had plotted the jump to Lwhek. There was a small issue though.

Part of the route was obscured, or not existent in the calculations any more. Who had erased it though? Maybe someone trying to keep a secret?

Either way the smell of stim caf wafted its way, nutty and alluring through the cabin as she gripped the holocontrols and manipulated them with lightning fast finger. The Gyspsy Caravan sprang to life with a mighty roar, and the craft lifted ff. Roiling flame and smoke marked its passage through the atmosphere, into the black of the Void.

Now home, among the stars Vassaras eyes lit up like supernovas, as the forces of the void flowed into her soul, calming her. The pontite crystal in her pocket buzzed steady glow, feeding cool currents of the force into her aura.

"Alright folks, stand bye for jump number one."

The countdown began as she flipped the final switch and with a lurch in her gut the ship accelerated, going full bore into hyperspace.

"Alright then Evan. I understand you are along for more than just a simple mapping trip. What did you have in mind again?"

 

[Doctor Azure]

Lorane raised his eyebrow back at the woman who'd claimed the sensor beacon job. She seemed a little bit familiar, but he couldn't figure out why. Whatever. Her suggestion was a good enough one. The guy with the medical license handing out supplies. Sure. He gave the woman a sidelong grin.​

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"Yeah, that sounds good. Guess I'll tell Vass after we get out of hyperspace."​

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He rolled his chair a bit closer so he could see the sensor board.​

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"I'm Lenore, by the way. You ever met any of these guys before today?"​

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[member="Rose Lalonde"]​

 

[Evan Kenner]

Location: Cockpit of the Gypsy Caravan
Position: Sitting comfortably in he co-pilot's seat beside the Captain
Objective: To assist in flying thr ship so that the entire crew does not perish so prematurely



Just as the Captain did, Evan seemes to relax a bit as the starship, dubbed Gypsy Caravan, a fitting name Evan thought, lurched forward out of the planet's atmosphere and into the skies. He felt a small grin creep across his face as the black void appeared around them and the stars lit the cockpit like candlelight. All negative thoughts, thoughts of the Republic and of the Jedi, dissapeared from his mind.

Until suddenly, the Captain turned and spoke to him.

Evan pivoted in his chair and looked up at [member="Vassara Raxis"], his red eyes reflecting the starlight from outside.

"I am glad you asked. I can feel it. You, too, are a force-sensitive, and like myself, you dress and act more like a spacer-type of person. I am not a powerful...'force-sensitive warrior', but I can feel the Force flow through you as it would through a Jedi Knight. I am here as part of this crew hunting down experience and parts to build a lightsaber. I have gone long enough with only a childish training saber on my belt, and my master is unfamiliar with the art of lightsabers...

"That is why I am here. Now, I have a question for you."

Evan sat up straighter in his seat, "How come you're hosting such a party on board your ship?"

 

[Rose Lalonde]

Location: Gypsy Caravan - Cockpit​

Position: - Sitting​

Objective: Get to know the crew members​

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Rose gave a gentle smile. Someone with common sense, at long last understood what position they should be in. Her own position didn't quite suit her, now that she thought about it, so she pushed those images deep into the back of her mind to never remember them again. Upon hearing the question, the thought quickly fluttered in one ear and out the other. She gave a small shake of the head, twirling a strand of her blonde hair with a single finger, a common gesture of the Lalonde family.​

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"No, have you, may I ask?" ​

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She tilted her head at the Doctor. Perhaps they could be buddies of the rumor spreading sort. ​

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[member="Doctor Azure"]​

 

[Doctor Azure]

Location: Gypsy Caravan - Cockpit
Posistion: Sitting; Looking at sensor readings
Objective: Shoot the breeze until he has something to do.

Lorane took a sip of his drink and a little bit of a chocolate bar from his pocket as he nodded. The way the woman was twirling her hair was familiar, too. He still couldn't place it, though. Had he seen her somewhere else? He didn't think so. Eventually, he just mentally shrugged and smiled as he put the bottle down again.

"I've met Vassara a few times, but I don't know any of the other people here. Lotta space-magic people here."

[member="Rose Lalonde"]

 

[Mishk]

Location: Ship hallway
Position Sneaking around
Objective Figuring things out


Watching as everyone seemed to have jobs to do they all left the common room leaving Mishk on his own. He pated the rusty can he had brought with him. His dark mind was trashed and ripped into a bleeding entity in constant pain. He shivered as a slender worm dropped from his sleeve and started its route to freedom. Mishk felt happy for him. Then his clenched fist crushed the being, leaving a slimy psmall pile on the sabaac table for anyone to find at a later time. The jawa rose and jumped down form the couch. His feet light and soundless on the metal floor. He stood at the center of the ship trying to take it all in. A wasp crawled, from the corner of hic cowl, across his leathery face and into the other end of the cowl.
There was something about this ship and its passengers. This seemed to be exactly what his master had warned him about. Everyone left, without really caring what he was supposed to do. Sure they ignored him. Why should'nt they. He was not like them. But somehow Mishk still felt that they might become friends. Good friends...

Curiousity took over and he started to move. Finding the corridor leading further inside the ship. He unintentionally wrapped himself with a veil of shadowy dark spawn as he moved on, sniffing and breathing it all in.

 

[Rose Lalonde]

Location: Gypsy Caravan - Cockpit
Position: - Sitting
Objective: Get to know the crew members

How amusing. The Doctor had relations on here she didn't know about, so, everything would be awkward for her after all if the two met and started a conversation without her. She slowly trailed her finger down and folded it into her lap a little, looking the Doctor over a few times with a tiny smirk painted on her lips. He was cute, for an alien. Her mindset wasn't set on that though, she was more concerned on how to dig her way into his little heart and figure out a good way to earn his trust for later schemes. This is why she has no friends right now.​

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"Well, I'm glad you have some friends aboard the ship. While we're still here not doing anything, would you by any chance like to play a game of Sabaac?"​

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[member="Doctor Azure"]​

 

[RC 212]

Location: Bridge​

Posistion: Pilot​

Objective: Fly​

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"Well there’s a certain strength in diversity. On another note, I'm not really a Jedi, just a shell of one. Normal Jedi shun me, and Sith are my enemies, well One Sith to be exact."

Vassra monitored a few more pannels and turned back to Evan. He was clearly upset about the training saber and she chuckled out loud. From the corner it floated into her palm and she cradled it. With closed eyes she began to disassemble the pieces, unlocking rings and setting each piece carefully down in front of Evan.

"Now here's my Saber. This was given to me by my mentor, Karen Roberts. You may de-construct it and compare it with yours. I think you may be surprised to find, you already have most of what you seek."

Vassara smiled and reached for the stimcaf machine behind them, offering Evan a cup.

"What else do you want to know?"

It was just then that the consoles went wild and she felt a fmiliar lurch as they ripped from hyperspace. A small flash marked their passage into realtime again and the trail had ended. Vassara watched the void of space with listless eyes, revelling in its beauty before remembering what she was doing.

"Oh yes, we have arrived."

She picked up the comms and spoke to the ship.

"Alright crew, stop number One. Beacon one needs to go out of the airlock. Also I'm detecting a leak in my hyperdrive core. We are stuck until that gets fixed. everyone else an grab a tool, and help out. Security on standbye."

The scanners were pinging rapidly and Vassara suddenly understood why. They were outside a large space station, just hidden up ahead by a field of debris. What looked like hundreds of smashed cargo vessels and larger warships floated all amok in space. She squinted hard into the void, trying to make out what was going on. The station ahd a distress beacon, which could have been a trap.

But Vassara loved traps. Traps meant enemies and enemies meant some kind of treasure!

"Alright new job, two scouts standbye, I'm sending you out to check out the station."

The Gypsy Carvan fired her thrusters, Manoeuvring tender and quick through the debris. They would station side in seconds.....

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[member="Rose Lalonde"] [member="Orihime Ike"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Roxy Lalonde"] [member=Mishk] [member="Andrea Kryze"] [member=Minna] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Usa'ar Obath"]​

Alright Crew pick your mission and write it out!​

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A.) Send out the tracer beacon through the airlock​

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B.) Fix the leak in the Hyperdrive Core​

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C.) Board and scout the station​

 

[Doctor Azure]

Location: Gypsy Caravan - Cockpit
Posistion: Getting his stuff together
Objective: Help with the sensor beacons; Fix the hyperdrive leak

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Lorane grinned at the blonde woman next to him as the announcement was made.​

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"Guess our first stop is here. What d'you say I help you out with those sensor beacons, then we go patchin' up that hyperdrive?"​

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The Chiss put his ammo belt on, checking that all his tools were still in the pockets. Hyperdrive leaks weren't exactly fun to deal with, but it wasn't likely to be something serious, or else there would be more than one leak.​

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[member="Rose Lalonde"]​

 

[Evan Kenner]

Evan felt his childish saber float from the hook on his belt. He grabbed for it instinctivley before Vassara took it in her hand and began to dissassemble it. He watched, not knowing he ever could even take apart the simple tool used for training only.

He then watched her take apart her own lightsaber, recognizing a few of the parts. "I recognize the emitter matrix...lens focus...focusing crystal..."

Evan accepted the cup she offered him. "Hm...good question. I suppose I would need to kno-"

It was then that the ship's alarms began to go off. Evan pivoted in his seat and began to manage some of what was happening in the cockpit. He looked up and took in the space station against the black void of space. "I don't recognize the design...doesn't look Republic, for certain. But by the Force, look at the debris field...I bet there's loads of stuff to loot out there!"

Evan pressed a few buttons before noticing that the station did, indeed, have a distress beacon active. "Woah...there might be people left alive inside..."

"Wait, a hyperdrive leak already?" He sighed, "I'll go take a look." He grabbed a nearby toolbox and started heading through the ship towards the back.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Mishk]

Objective C - boarding party

Mishk was about to try and approach [member="Evan Kenner"]. It had to be him. He was not sure but his scent reminded him of something that his master had described. The apprentice to the God-emperor. He so yearned to taste him. He knew he should not though and had promised himself to do what he could to restrain himself.
But as he was just at the door to the cocknpit that female started to speak in the speakers. It was a good way to communicate Mishk decided. Everyone left the conversation without loosing limbs. She must be wise.

Knowing that he could accomplish little on board he trotted toward the exit. A scout? Sure, why not.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]