Does It Have A Bar? [The Dozen]

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Outer Rim,
Location Undisclosed

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The members of Kur's Dozen were jammed into a relatively small shuttle, which flew through space above a private shipyard. The location was secret, the group having been picked up from another location, so the manufacturing facility could maintain its security. Ultimately, there had been some very basic searches performed, just to ensure none of the members were carrying any form of beacons for tracking, but otherwise the company tended to trust their select customers. Beyond the viewport of the shuttle was a shipyard, floating around an orange-green planet, of which only the pilots and representatives knew the name; and beside that was a large ship, easily into the two mile range, and it looked like a shadow against the void of space...

"Up ahead you'll see the ship you've commissioned," Said the Twi'lek company man, Shev, his suit pressed and his lekku tied back neatly. "As per some of your requests, we have made significant modifications to certain levels of the vessel."

Helmet pressed to the side viewport, Kur peered toward the shipyard. His optics zoomed in, allowing him a better look at the battlecruiser, to which he gave a fang-filled grin within the covering of his head. It looked sleek, dark and mean, and the array of weaponry was visible even from this range. It looked as though the shipbuilders had outdone themselves, but Kur didn't want to judge the rancor pup before he inspected the teeth and claws.

"It looks impressive," Kur said, his voice low as he glanced to the Twi'lek, shifting his mass in the awkwardly small chair. It groaned under the weight. "But I have one question: does it have a bar?"

Shev chuckled, nodding as his lekku twitched. Clearly he was uncomfortable around these heavily armed and armored individuals, but he was hiding it relatively well.

"Of course, we ensured it has a fully functional cantina, which is able to be stocked and maintained by a service droid, designate Vee-Six."

"Good, good," Kur muttered, nodding. He had started enjoying beverages of alcohol, and wished to have somewhere for the Dozen to relax and make themselves at home, when not in their personal quarters. "I'm looking forward to seeing the bar. I want to try it."

The Twi'lek nodded, smiling a point-toothed smile.

"Are there any other questions, before we land and look inside?"

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[grammaticus]

Hlim'izun'sittur, or more commonly known as Izun among the Dozen sat at the front of the shuttle, his crimson eyes tracing over the length of the vessel. He sat at the front not by choice, he had simply arrived later than everyone else, and had been forced to sit before all of them. His instincts as an assassin were screaming at him for being so exposed, so unprotected. Yet, he choked this all down, focusing more on the matter at hand.

"How well equipped is any science and research lab showed this vessel, worker thing." Izun's words carried little emotion or feeling to them ad he spoke, and he didn't eleven make eye contact with the Twi'lek. He didn't much care for niceties or pretending to be nice to others. He was blunt, and wouldn't change that.

His desire for a good research lab was more of want than a need. He wanted a place to work on the plethora of poisons and other technology that went along with his job, and it would be nice for once to not have to do all that in his own quarters. There had been times in the past where he nearly was killed by the poisonous creatures and plants when they had escaped their enclosures. Having a dedicated place to work on them would be nice.

Not to mention, he could begin working on his other projects...

[member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"] [member="Kur"]

 

[thatlazybrit]

He was first there, waiting by the small shuttle for his other new crewmates to arrive so they could leave to see their new battle cruiser. His companion, Ket, had already made plans with the Twi-lek who seemed to be in charge, Shev, to be escorted privately to the ship as he too was to be working on it with the crew. Ravaj himself was wearing his regular apparel wearing an old cloak from what seemed to be a whole different and previous life. He wore his hood up to hide himself, not wanting to be mixed in with the others, as he thought himself different than them.

As the crew started to pile up, he saw a large Gen'Dai, atleast that's what he thought it was. Either way the thing was a monster, and he assumed that was the leader. As they shuffled onto the ship, Ravaj wanted the back corner to escape from the rest. An Umbaran took that spot, so he filled in for second best.The ride over, he just sat there, within his thoughts. Mostly judging the people around him, they seemed like a rowdy yet get-the-job-done kind of bunch. As they approached the battleship, Ravaj was left without a view for the first while, until things cleared a little more and he could get a straight view of the sleek battlecruiser.

He knew this was going to be fun.

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[Reginald Frederickson]

Reginald sat square in the middle of the transport, legs crossed with both skeletal hands resting on an old ornate cane by the looks of it. He were humming a dandy tune somewhat loudly, tapping the foot on the ground to whatever tune was running through his skull. The blank stare of said skull could be unnerving, were he not in the presence of a multitude of other individuals just as unique as himself. A mass of muscle and nerves was supposedly their leader, though as far as he was concerned it may as well be a ghost. He can't see the thing, and the only marker of its existence appears to be an empty suit that speaks. According to his past experiences, this could mean a number of things, though most likely the poor thing had been cut off from the force entirely. A miserable existence to be sure, but one which Kur doesn't seem to wear on his sleeves.

Outside of that oddity, there was a blue man, a rat man, an especially anti-social looking creature in the corner, and a number of others (who haven't posted in this thread yet). All of which seemed handily deadly unsurprisingly enough. As the Twi'lek spoke in the standard business speak which people of his caliber tended to do, Reginald quickly snapped his skull to face the thing with all the grace of a corpse, jaw clenched shut by the black vine-like cords of his body. He didn't really care much for what the thing was saying, he just found some small amusement from making plain creatures uncomfortable. His interest however was perked by Izun's question. Another man of science He thought, then snapping his skull to face Izun, jaw agape this time.

"My oh my!" Reginald exclaimed smoothly. "Glad to see another soul in this fine bunch that's interested in the sciences of our wondrous galaxy. I share his interest deeply, my good tentacle-headed fellow." He said, directing that last phrase towards Shev, but continuing the god-awful empty stare at Izun.

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