Danger Zone

[Gaen Rhade]

Location: Nime, Port City of Roon.
Objective: Load shipment of spice an smuggled off through Galactic Empire space to Tatooine
Jaggalor Crew: [member=Eryn] NPC= Chubs the bulldog and Bob the old battle droid.
OOC: Crew of the Jaggalor is deadlocked. You can be a paying passenger from Roon, or someone that wants to disrupt this business. anything goes.

The Jaggalor, a YT-1300 named after the king of predators of Corellia, was nestled restlessly upon the landing pad in one the gem cities of Roon named Nime. It was a beautiful port city looking over the Sea of Roon, docks and wharves reaching out to the sea that was dotted with a variety of sea faring vehicles. Captain Gaen Rhade watched the distant horizon with patient curiosity as wind trickled his long wavy red hair. He was day dreaming of times of old, where captains that sailed such waters under the power of wind and their cloth sails. Navigating by the stars and archaic compasses and then matching them to maps made on some sort of flimsy material called paper. Such captains of those days must of felt the same as the ones today that travel the stars, uneasy staying still and always longing for the adventure. Solid ground never being home.

Time is but a blink, tech changes, politic changes but some things never do.

Gaen looked back from the sea, his dark blue hues gazing upon his co worker, partner, passenger.... they weren't labeling it. She was as beautiful as the horizon he has just looked upon, yet hidden behind the lure of looks there was a deadly viciousness and mystery to her. One that kept Gaen on edge as he kept her employed company.

"Eryn!" His deep yet soft corellian voice called out to her "Get them crates loaded! No free ride on this ship!"

Well, he was right, she was for now part of his crew and they had a shipment of spice that needed to get loaded before they moved. It would of been faster if Gaen helped but he was busy supervising her progress along with the old battle droid, named Bob. He needed to keep his eyes open for any unwanted attention. Aided by buy his true companion and friend for life, Chubs, the stocky bulldog that loyally sat to his side, tongue tangling out his jowled mouth and slobber pooling at his feet.

"You are doing great, sweetheart!" He said as he turned back to look out to the sea, knowing full well she would be crass with such endearing address, then checking his fishing rod that dangled off the pontoon like landing pad's western side. He rubbed Chubs' head, his wrinkles flowing with the movement of the captain's hand. "Isn't that right boy, she is doing good!"

The stumpy beast wiggled his tail as if it was his job to keep an eye on them and he was damned determined to do it. Gaen on the other hand was doing what a captain should do and enjoy the pleasures of life as they presented themselves and how often does one get a chance to cast a line out into the Sea of Roon?

 

[Eun]

A man approached, tall, though slight of frame. He wore loose clothing, whose faded finery whispered of the core worlds. Long tresses of brown streaked with pale highlights framed a pleasant, clean shaven face. Human, or close enough to pass as one, with a sharp nose, thin, slanting brows, and a strong chin.

Soft eyes took in the scene, passing over [member="Eryn"] and the pup before settling on [member="Gaen Rhade"].

"Hello," he said, tone mild as a summer breeze. "Room for a passenger?"

 

[Eryn]

Loading the spice was easy. Enduring Rhade was the hard part.

Oh, sorry, 'Captain' Rhade, as he liked reminding her. And, like, everyone else.

Hefting the next crate onto the moving cart, Eryn pushed the case into position with little effort, making sure she got in a few good glares at her employer. The containers of spice were cleverly disguised under a layer or two of 'miscellaneous goods', and while spreading them out among the cargo was smart, it meant more crap for Eryn to move. Which, honestly, she'd prefer to talking to Rhade. He was mostly pleasant if more than a little cocky, seemed like he could handle himself, attentive but not pushy, probably not bad to look at if she were tuned in to such things (hard to appreciate when you're constantly waiting for the inevitable knife in your back)… It was irritating. Eryn glared harder, just to make sure the universe understood that she hated everyone on principle and no amount of pretty red hair would screw with tradition there.

At least his dog was cool.

"Who's this, now?" she muttered under her breath as the newcomer approached, already hunching her shoulders and shifting to avoid his gaze. A passenger? Great. But she couldn't really tell Rhade why she wasn't keen on the idea. So, she finished loading the crates (perhaps with a bit too much 'oomph' in her stacking, because it sounded like something inside a few of them had cracked open) and hauled the hover-cart up the landing ramp, disappearing into 'The Jaggalor' to unload everything in the hold.

Maybe her luck would improve and Tall, Pretty and Mysterious would be gone by the time she got back.

| [member="Gaen Rhade"] | [member="Eun"] |

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Eryn"] | [member="Eun"] | [member="Gaen Rhade"]

Roon had been interesting.

An old, mostly decayed, Sith ruin had given him some more insights in the runes they had used in the past and after some digging Shule had discovered a small datacron. Broken, it seemed, but the internal crystals were still whole for the most part.

At Kuras they would hopefully be able to repair it.

The ship came into view a moment later, he caught the sight of a woman pushing a cart up the ramp, the captain (presumably) with a dog, then the third figure turned with his back to him. The words were caught regardless though.

"If there is room for one more that would be appreciated." Shule added right after Eun. He felt strange, but he left it. No sense in getting involved now. Oran was a tall fellow, standing high, yet his shoulders were slightly hunched. Not out of fear, but simply bad posture stemming from his time in the old library on Kuras. Eyes gray and always searching for something. Be that knowledge, be that observing mannerisms.

Be it keeping an eye out for trouble.

Oran hoped there wouldn't be any trouble here, he wasn't sure if the datacron in his pocket could withstand too much more in terms of damage.

 

[Simone]

Planet hopping was becoming Simone's second favourite past time after spending so long cooped up in the filth that was Nar Shaddaa it was nice to hitch herself rides, meet new people and track down old informants and catch up on the word traversing the criminal world. Simone herself wasn't a criminal, not in the true sense of the word any way. She was disruptive for sure, in fact the few crime lords that had had contact with her spoke her name with a great level of anger. They tended to deal with slaves, not spice and as such, it was there own stupid fault.

That being said, Simone wasn't adverse to disrupting the spice trade, the less on the market the better. There were different ways you could do it, burn the cargo while it was on land, knock out the smuggler and his crew and then space the cargo etc. Simone's favourite however was sabotage and that required her to be on board. She watched the YT-1300's crew from a distance, identifying factors that would be problematic and noting the glare that the woman kept shooting her lazy captain.

Typical man.

Flicking the cigarette from her hand and exhaling a cloud of smoke she moved in. "Let's begin." she murmured, activating the recording device, before she was in earshot of any of them. She ran a hand over the hull as she passed beneath it, casting a wink towards the woman hauling crates and heading for the captain.

Other passengers could be problematic or a bonus. You never knew until the moment came.

[member="Oran Shule"][member="Eryn"] [member="Eun"] [member="Gaen Rhade"]

 

[Formorta]

Smugglers, able to fly under the radar, not often noticed by the authorities, and easy to mingle in, most of the time anyways. Thanks to her new position in the Sounded Republic the Galactic Empire was no longer as friendly as they once where for the Tattooine born and self raised sniper. Personally she would avoid returning home and staying out of the way of the Galactic Empire but she still owned a great deal of belongings on the desert planet, and was still owed quite a tidy sum by a few of the crime lords and Hutts station their , it would be a stain on her reputation to let them go free without paying up.

As such Formorta was wandering around the space port, scoping out potential captain that may be heading in the direction of her desired destination. After a few minutes of walking her red eyed gaze fell on a YT-1300 freighter, a classic and fast ship, but judging by its look it was most likely a vintage ship, over 800 years old most likely from the Galactic Civil war era. Regardless it was worth a shot, since most smugglers used these ships for outerim run.

Approaching the ship she spied several people, a woman handing crates probably supplies but with not so legal items mixed, a man, with some sort of dog, probably the captain judging by the clothes and looks, most captain seem to have a very common air about them, the last... well she was a mystery, did not appear to be part of the crew, another potential passenger? Formorta made a mental note to keep an eye on that one with the visor, better to be over paranoid then to relaxed. "Hey, which planet is this ship heading to might I ask", she hollered coming within ear shot.

 

[Gaen Rhade]

Chubs let off a warning bark to catch his master's attention to the presence of multiple people. Gaen sighed at the distraction away from his hard earned moment of peace, though his fishing rod was not getting the attention he was hoping for.... there was always hope. He looked down to his trusty companion an gave him the command to stay put. "You stay........ If this!" He shook his rod "Moves, you bark!"

It's like if he was talking to a sentient creature that understood every word that came out of his mouth. More than eager to please his master, the bulldog sat giving confidence to Gaen that the dog was going to do his job. The corellian pilot gave the stubby canine a good rub on the head, hard earned affection before he turned to walk towards the gaggle of people beginning to show up around his ship. " Good help was hard to find, but when you did, you made sure to keep it" His words were loud enough that he hoped it would carry up the loading ramp corridor. Eryn would damn well know he wasn't talking about her.

He eyed them all, there was always people looking for passage at every starport. Was a good way to earn some honest credits while using them as cover for the illicet job he had in progress. "Listen up folks!" He would get there attention all at once, his voice carrying louder so all could hear. "This boat is heading to Tatooine than to Corellia with a few stops on the way. But for the first leg of the trip is just under day from here and I will need to see some credits up front, 80 creds each!"

[member="Formorta"] [member="Simone"] [member="Oran Shule"] [member="Eun"]

 

[Eun]

A smile creased the man's lips, like a ray of sunlight breaking out from 'neath the clouds. What a delightful creature.

Lilac eyes flickered toward the other would-be passengers.

A human male, well-used, with crow's feet surrounding eyes whose slim veneer of gaiety barly masked the emptiness beyond. Another lost and drifting vessel, looking for meaning beyond the routine. How fascinating. The second comer sported long pink-blue hair. Eun caught an intoxicating aroma. A Zeltron, then, confident in her stride and hard-eyed. Thoughts... determined? Resolved. Peculiar. The third, also female, but brisk and to the point without the other's coyness, seeing clearly from point a to point b.

Mmm. Hm.

All of them... delightful creatures.

The captain spoke, drawing Eun's attention back. Nodding slowly, the travelered fished in a pocket and started counting the change.

"Enough cabins for each to have their own?" he asked as he counted.

[member="Gaen Rhade"] | [member="Eryn"] | [member="Simone"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Oran Shule"]

 

[Formorta]

She had underestimated the number of passenger around this craft, just meant more people to avoid, but at the very lest the ship was headed to her port of call first, "I don't care about cabins, Ill sleep on the floor If I have to". Walking up the ramp she reached into the belt, producing the necessary fund, "If anything bad happen lets me know, other wise I would rather not be bothered".

She was convinced the captain and crew would not be to interested or care about her person, to many she was just a merc with a small reputation and traceable contract trail, besides they would have other stuff to take care of on the ship, it was the others that might cause a problem. The Zelotron was something that did not play well with Formorta, their species use of hormones and general gist constantly put her on edge, making the possibility of her shooting someone much higher.

The other put her on edge for a different reason, he seemed o have this piercing gaze that felt like you were being placed under a micro scope and examined. It gave her the creeps, which was not only hard to do, but rather ironic as well.The last person seemed more educated, his manner and poise setting him apart but giving a distinct vibe to keep clear, lest be caught doing something 'this trip better go smoothly'.

[member="Eun"] l [member="Gaen Rhade"] l [member="Simone"] l [member="Oran Shule"] l [member="Eryn"]

 

[Meira]

Well this had been a fun trip. Positively dripping with excitement and that wonderful kind of drama that makes you wanna kiss a wookiee.

Heh. If only.

But hey, at least they wouldn't find the body until morning, and by then she'd be half a dozen systems away. She hoped. And it wasn't like she could leave DNA or fingerprints lying around.

Now if only she'd gotten the answers she'd come for. Wouldn't that be a treat. But no, the universe just had to keep playing one cruel joke after another. Karking universe. It could go krif itself for all she cared.

The girl was small by human standards, barely more than five feet tall and petite to boot, but the pack she carried strapped to her back reached her knees, and was half again as tall above her head and just as wide as her shoulders, if not a bit more. She kept her pace languid and relaxed, despite wanting desperately to burst into a full run until she was safely inside the ship, and barely paused to deposit the required fare from a clearly cybernetic hand as she passed. Her orange and black hoodie was pulled up to hide her face at least a little, and her other hand never left the front pocket of the garment.

Without speaking a word to anyone she continued on up into the ship and toward the hold. If memory served, it would be to the left from the top of the ramp, and then she coul... OOF!!

Krif.

The sound had come from another girl, one with dark hair and a scowl to rival Meira's own, as the cyborg collided with her in the middle of the hall.

Really need to watch where you're karking going, dumbass.

"Sorry, my bad."

Then she pushed past and headed for the hold, more angry at herself for being too absorbed in her thoughts to notice the other girl, than she was at the girl for doing the same.

~ [member="Gaen Rhade"] ~ [member="Eun"] ~ [member="Eryn"] ~ [member="Simone"] ~ [member="Oran Shule"] ~ [member="Formorta"] ~​