Hide and Go Seek [Vagrants]

[Jorus Merrill]

"Nobody should be talking about leaving anything. Not today. If the lot of us need to find a new name, apart from being Vagrants and all the other names an' allegiances we've got, that's what we gotta do. You'll never be alone, Thess. And yeah. You get first shot at him."

Jorus let out a slow breath. "So. We're drawin' him out, away from the Templars, then, an' that's that. There's about three ways we could do it, two literal an' one metaphorical. We could draw him out to the bars around the landing facility, though that's a little iffy. People would show. People with lightsabres, and I've got only so many cortosis shells. Option two, we could draw him offworld. We don't exactly have his number, so my thought is, we go down there cloaked, hoverpack drop into the bar region, an' start talking. I'd say...me an' Dells, with Thess and Judah still on the cloaked, hovering ship with Iron Giant for backup. I've got some audio-video stuff that'll feed you everything we encounter, and feed me anything you think I should know. Details he wouldn't expect anyone to know, if you can stomach it. If Dells and I run into him, we can spin him a line. You two are the only ones I'd trust with Gypsymoth an' the getaway, an' if he sees ya, Thess, he may spin his friends a line of his own, just to cover his bases.

"@[member="Delila Castillon"] and @[member="Rosa Mazhar"], as a married man, I'm asking you to go bar-hopping with me. You too, Sammo. If we do this right, we get in, tell truth to power, and bail without a fight. And then when Daxton takes the bait, gets a safe distance...we kill him. Screw fair play."

 

[Rayn H'voc]

Sonja arrived to the Sanctum with her two comrades, Sgt Wilson and Sgt Vargas. They came in wearing their new attire now that the 119 was promoted to the 117 Static Squadron of the Phantom Corps. Once she made it to the front gate, Sonja showed the guard her badge and she was immediately let in. Her cloak whipped wickedly in the breeze upon entering the Sanctum, revealing her weapons and tools of her trade. "Now, let's find Daxton. That man owes me a drink." Sonja said to her squad mates before making her way to the Sanctum bar.
"Never thought I'd ever see the inside of the Sanctum. It's pretty. Stick close you two. Would not want you two getting lost or in any kind of trouble." Sonja said to her allies. They entered the bar and scanned the room looking for Daxton. Once he was made, Sonja walked over to the man and greeted him. "I believe toy owe me a drink. Or three." Sonja laughed as she stood before the Templar Master. "You gonna offer a girl a seat or just gawk at me?"

@[member="Daxton Bane"] | @[member="Aedan Miles"] | @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | @Nocturno

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Delila Castillon"]
Sammo nodded with a smirk
"Sounds good enough."
He then clasped his hands together, pushing himself off of the wall and giving a dashing look at the ladies
"So, which one of you two lovely maidens will grace me with being my date?"
He gave Dells a wink
"Major, you know the destinies were planning on making our romance blossom for a while now."
He smirked, teasing her

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Aboard the Gypsymoth

A low chuckle came from the back of the cockpit, a chuckle drowned by the faint sound of something solid and heavy hitting the ground with an authoritative thud. A snake like creature hit the floor, hissing it's irritation to the group. "Down boy." A gruff voice says, muffled by what surely had to be a mask of some kind.

Grin plastered beneath a metal half-mask set beneath a set of NVG's, Sarge lifted his head so that the cowl about his head fell back. While no skin or face was visible, that was as much a confirmation as was needed beyond the cloak that was known to be used by only one person in the galaxy.

The person who'd caused Jorus to not only lose his virginity, but have a kid in the process. The same individual who'd been locked, drunk, in a room with a drugged Thessa Kai. "You bring Daxton to me...", the ex-Sergeant Major says, sounding enthused.

"...I'll take care of the rest."

Daxton would never know what hit him - literally. He'd screwed with one of Sarge's oldest living friends.

Nevermind the fact he was still considered Missing - Presumed Dead on Dagobah.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Thessa Kai"] @Sammo

 

[Daxton Bane]

@[member="Aedan Miles"] | @[member="Aedan Miles"] | @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | @[member="Nocturno "]| @[member="Sonja Mercier"]

"Well as I live and breath. Sit, sit." Daxton's mirrored mask reflected the low light as he turned to capable woman standing before him and her companions. "Barkeep, whatever these folk will be having put it on my tab. Keep pouring until they call it quits, you hear."

As soon as the drinks arrived, he raised his glass in toast. "To the men and women of the 119, you do the Confederacy proud."

He could sense the ripples through the Force, the next step in his plan was going ahead of schedule. Now all he had to do was wait for the fly to make its appearance, and the stage would be set.

Spotting Miles, he ordered a round of drinks for him and his companions, which was greeted by a rousing cheer. Nothing like free drinks to get folk in the mood to party.

Somewhere on the dancefloor, the DJ slipped on a popular dance track as music began to pump into the club.

 

[Rayn H'voc]

@Aedan Miles | @Vorhi Alestrani | @Nocturno | @[member="Daxton Bane"]

"Now that's more like it." Sonja would join Daxton in his booth while her squad mates pulled up chairs. "That was crazy back on Utupau, man. Thought we'd lose ya for a minute. But as usual, I had to come save the day. Haha." Sonja said to Daxton with a small laugh. She seemed happy for some reason. Sonja's new outfit was much more comfortable and less revealing than the last and she felt at home with it.

"Oh and it's 117, now. But we're just here to help!" Sonja said as she and her comrades raised their glasses. Sonja easily downed her shot and ordered up another one.

 

[Daxton Bane]

@[member="Aedan Miles"] | @[member="Aedan Miles"] | @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | @[member="Nocturno "]| @[member="Sonja Mercier"]

Matching her drink for drink, Daxton said, "Yeah, people don't know just how much we count on you. Everyone thinks it's all the glamor with the Templars. Half of the work is really through your help."

"I might need your help again soon. I am sort of working on a new prototype alloy for our infantry armor and I need to get the end user perspective on what you need and look for. After all I have had enough pieces that were designed by engineers who haven't seen a minute of combat, haven't you?"

 

[Aedan Miles]

@[member="Daxton Bane"] @Sonja Mericer
Aedan Miles nodded to the Cragmoloids who oddly enough seemed to grin before moving towards the bar and just standing their each of them ordering a pitcher and using it as a glass while drinking. Aedan on the other hand just moved off to one of the emptier corners and sat down leaning back lightly as he started to hum a song to himself calmly his violet hair covering his eyes.

 

[Rayn H'voc]

@Aedan Miles | @Vorhi Alestrani | @Nocturno | @[member="Daxton Bane"]

Sonja took another shot before speaking again. Although she took a few shots, her speech wasn't the slightest bit slurred. "Well, what me and my guys do is just what we do best. Our job, mon ami." Sonja then took another shot.

"You need my help -again-? You're gonna have to take me out to dinner, sweetheart." Sonja said then chuckled a little bit. "Oh yea? What do you have planned exactly?" Sonja then looked at him with an intrigued expression.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi just nodded to Daxton and Sonja as they entered watching them talk about Utapau. "Next time I'll have to try lending a hand on the front lines. I feel like I'm getting out of shape with all these diplomatic talks," he said with a shrug. He snickered, tapping his feet to the music and relaxing. It was good to have a night where he didn't have to be on his best behavior.

He listened to Daxton go on about armor, and Sonja play a weird mix of flirty and corny with him. He smirked and relaxed, leaning his hat over his blindfold. He walks over to a table and smiled. "Alright, fellas, any of you good at Pazaak? I need to earn a little shopping money for my next trip," he said with a laugh as he sat by the Pazaak table and smirk.

 

[Daxton Bane]

@[member="Aedan Miles"] | @[member="Aedan Miles"] | @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | @[member="Nocturno "]| @[member="Sonja Mercier"]


"Well to be honest, I am still studying how to carry it out. Right now we have several experiments going on regarding alloys, as I am trying to develop a new more lightweight version of our standard armor. I don't need to tell you that weight can be a critical factor on the battlefield. If I can reduce the payload by 7 to 10%, it could be a big thing in itself. The problem is securing more of the raw material to work with, at least from within our territories. Our biggest suppliers have shall we say gone reluctant on us." A not so subtle reference to the recent confrontation with their neighbors.

As Vorhi joined them he replied, "Only if your don't mind contributing for tonight's festivities. I feel very lucky tonight."

 

[Rayn H'voc]

@Aedan Miles | @Vorhi Alestrani | @Nocturno | @Daxton Bane

Sonja laughed a little at Vorhi. "Nah, we need smooth talkers like you working behind the scenes, Vorhi. Look at it this way: you screw up in there, I get to use my rifle. It's a win-win." Sonja liked joking around with the fellas. She preferred guys company over girls. Much less drama.

"Well armor isn't much of a problem for me. I can still get my shots in perfectly with what I'm wearing. But, when you et this idea fully thought of, you give me a call and I'd be glad to help you out, Daxton." Sonja smiled to Daxton and Vorhi before taking another shot. When Vorhi mentioned a game Sonja looked somewhat puzzled. She had always watched people play bar games, never participated. "Show us what you two got. I hear you Templars cheat in these games." Sonja chuckled.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa shrugged at Thessa's apology "I didn't expect any of you to take it, but its a old habit to throw it out there nonetheless, your apology is not needed." The tension in the room was almost unbearable a mixture of anger, hate, worry and the dark desire to kill. She clenched her jaw against it, careful not to let it overwhelm her. She offered Jorus a small smile at his request, one that widened as Sammo teased Dells. She shook her head slightly.

"Bar hopping it is then. I haven't done that since I was living on Void, should be interesting."

If there was any sign of surprise at the presence of Sarge, it appeared only in the slight widening of her eyes. There was always something a little unsettling about the rare few that were Force Dead. She cast a glance at him over her shoulder. "Apparently, there is a queue." Rosa wanted nothing more than to see justice done, who killed him was of no bother to her, so long as he paid for his crimes against the many. She had no doubt that Thessa was not the only one he had tortured in his life time.

All the same there was an unsettled feeling in her, one that said that this was not going to go according to plan. Even if they were successful, the fallout could be...problematic. Still, what more could she do except protect those with her as best she could. "Shall we get this show on the road then?"

@[member="Sarge Potteiger"]@[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]@[member="Jorus Merrill"]@Delila Castillonhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10-delila-castillon/

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Thunderous clanks echoed throughout the room as Nocturno entered, in search for his fellow CIS lackeys. He found them at the bar, but he wasn't here just to sit around a talk. Nocturno had been experiencing much more pain than usual today, he just wanted to get somewhere where he could relax and activate his bodies sedative unit without having to worry about being attacked while he was weakened. The cyborg marched over the the CIS personnel, his icy cold eyes peering down at them


"The Droid Guards have bee prepared, they should be sufficient to guard what you can't." His cold voice cut into the conversation, all work and no play as usual


@Aedan Miles | @Vorhi Alestrani | @Daxton Bane | @[member="Sonja Mercier"]

 

[Thessa Kai]

With a few quick steps, she was in front of Jorus. Hand shot out and her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt. With surprising strength for a woman of her stature and her current state, she pulled him closer, on eye level. Voice lowered so only he could hear. "Are You trying to kill me, making me wait up here and just watch while you guys..."

Voice faltered as a familiar voice broke from the shadows of the Gypsymoth.

Only Sarge.

Face softened as she looked over her shoulder at her long lost friend. A lot happened since she last saw the bodyguard and no doubt he had his own stories to share.

"Hey..."

Looking back to Jorus, hand loosened from his shirt. "Daxton might recognize Delila too. She and Qae were the ones who got me out. She might need one of those masks. Might protect her from Sammo too." She tried to smirk but couldn't quite get it there.

The Galan was still pissed about being left behind.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

@Jorus Merrill @Rosa Mazhar @Delila Castillon @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Sammo smiled as Sarge made his appearance, giving him a nod
"Sarge, there's something I need to talk to you about once we have free time."
He smirked
Coryth would be overjoyed once she finds out that Sammo finally found Sarge alive, although he was not exactly on Dagobah
Eh, details

 

[The Dark Templar]

@Aedan Miles @Vorhi Alestrani @Daxton Bane @Sonja Mercier @Nocturno
More clanks have been heard as the door swung open and the tall armored figure of the Guildmaster has entered the bar with creak of the floor, metal bending under his weight
"Of course."
He muttered as he stepped closer to their booth
"How could I expect otherwise, the finest of Confederacy drinking in a bar on a workday like they would be.."
He shrugged
"Well, me."
He folded his large armored arms at his waist
"The Archon and Marshall must be so proud for charging into battle when the Confederacy was formed to make this possible for you."

He slowly drummed his fingers on his forearm
"I'm here investigating piracy on Confederate territory, seems someone has been raiding merchants and they're posting a nice bounty on her head, a bounty Confederacy endorses. Her name's Haven or somewhat."
He slowly looked towards Aedan
"I figured it's either a friend of yours, or taking away your business."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

And just like that, she had him by the shirt and the short hairs beneath, reminding him that the Galan really had earned her stripes as an old hand in rebellions. He rubbed his chest when she let him go.

"It's not perfect but it's the best we got. Worse comes to worst, you'll be hovering over their starport, cloaked, with a nice set of guns. But you better believe he'll act if he sees you. If he sees Dells, well, that's something we gotta work with, but I'm thinking he can be wrangled."

He sat down and steered for the Cloak of the Sith, steering blind due to the hibridium field. Instinctive astrogation was, after all, his stock in trade. "There's a little camera pod you can stick through the cloaking field if any of you wanna see where we're going," he said absently, making his way through lanes first plotted by Mungo Baobab -- lanes that he and Alna had painstakingly repaired. He knew them well enough, though he hadn't been here in a while. Eyes half-shut, he maneuvered through clouds of debris and dust. At last, the Gypsymoth leveled out for the approach to Roon and the Templar citadel. He was, at this point, steering by instinct.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

"No time like the present, friend." Sarge says with a chuckle to @[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"] before giving a courteous nod of greeting to @[member="Thessa Kai"], who was still almost painfully awkward around him.

 

[Aedan Miles]

@[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="The Dark Templar"] @[member="Nocturno "]@[member="Sonja Mercier"] @Vorhi Alestroni

Aedan Miles stood and walked to the bar taking the Ale one of the cloned Cragmoloids offered him he turned to face the rest of the people there and hefted his mug giving out a call before he downed his drink easily his eyes glinting a bit. He started to laugh before he dragged a chair over and sat in it at the table Daxton Bane was at. "Thanks for the drinks the boys sure appreciate them."