One Man's Trash [Resistance]

[Laira Darkhold]

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Raxus Prime​

Raxus Prime is a junk world, a planet covered in smog, trash, and scrapped materials that had been collected on the planet for centuries, possibly longer. For ages mountains of discarded scraps had been gathered together on the lonesome world left to few.

But one man's trash was another man's treasure.

With limited resources and no real manufacturing worlds to produce for the Resistance the Provisional Goverment selected the world to be surveyed and explored so that its vast resources could be recycled and reused in the production of starships, weapons, and other war materials for the Resistance as they prepared to launch their war on the Sith Empire.

Objectives

1. Explore the Junk Temple in search of Relics
2. Establish a Hidden Base somewhere on the planet
3. Aid with transporting raw materials to manufacturing ships in orbit

Raxus Secondus​

Raxus Secondus is the ancient capitol of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, home to their congress and other government installations. The people lay in the path of worlds to be conquered by the Sith Empire and are well aware of it. Some seem to already be preparing themselves for the inevitable, readying to hand their world over to the Dark Lord, while others are readying themselves to fight.

The Provisional Government knows that the natives cannot hope to win in a straight battle with the Empire, and thus desire to recruit those that want to fight back to swell its own ranks with the promise of eventually freeing their world, and all others from such tyranny.

Objectives

1. Gather sympathizers to join the Resistance

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The Resistance spent its first week organizing, sending out small groups on various missions to gather what supplies they could and establishing RESINT resources on numerous worlds, but it had been a difficult week since the Sith had given up their chase of the refugees from Thyferra and given them a breather.

Since that time, the Provisional Government shipped refugees back towards the core that wished to return, shipped others to the nearby Free Worlds Coalition that did not want to return to the Alliance and did not wish to stay. However the main concern the Resistance faced was ships. They could not fight back without starfighters, fuel, ammunition, and escorts.

The Solemn Purpose drifted in deep space, the small civilian fleet listing around it, individual ships jumping to hyperspace to make their long, intricate path into the Raxus System.

Raxus Prime
Objective 1: Junk Temple

Laira sat in the back of the shuttle, waiting for it to land in what the briefing had called the 'Great Garbage Basin' that was the only flat ground leading to the immense junkyard structure the Jedi Remnant had decided to have explored and surveyed. On all sides the structure was surrounded by mounds of garbage and towering spires of garbage. The smell could be described as rancid, if Laira was being honest with herself which had caused the otherwise egocentric redhead to adorn a helmet with a mask and visor to protect her nostrils from the offensive odor that made her eyes water just being near it.

The shuttle rocked and touched down, the doors opening out to the arid, dusty basin that stood as the easiest entrance to the Junk Temple. "Have a good day, pick up will be at twenty hundred hours after dark. Good day rebels." The pilot called, informing the team that he would not be sitting back and waiting for them.

And so, those that went would be on their own.

Tag List

Spoiler

[member="Aela Talith"]
[member="Aerion Ivelisse"]
[member="Aidan Moonrunner"]
[member="Alaric"] Marall
[member="Angel"]
[member="Arix Askrima"]
[member="Aryn Teth"]
[member="Asmus Janes"]
[member="Auri Vesta"]
[member="Ava Cartwright"]
[member="Avi Soltani"]
[member="BB-4001A"]
[member="Butterfly"]
@Callum Rouix
[member="Cato Fett"]
[member="Chaff"]
[member="Choli Vyn"]
[member="Connory"]
[member="Coratanni Cartel"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Corey's OOC"]
@D’vok Windroamer
[member="Dalo Darmal"]
[member="Damian Starchaser"]
[member="Danni Arden"]
@Darren Toran
[member="Davin Skirata"]
[member="Deacon"]
[member="Dead Eye"]
[member="Declan Ross"]
[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]
[member="Erendiz Kahn"]
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
[member="Galen Arterius"]
[member="Ganio Vynte"]
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
[member="Grozkalla"]
[member="Iturizu Yuvie"]
[member="Jared Starchaser"]
[member="Jax Rhane"]
[member="Jeremiah Wynarn"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Jost Garr"]
[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Kael Rose"]
[member="Kaida Taldir"]
@Kaileanne Vera
@Karson Calnov
[member="Kensic Varais"]
[member="Khepri"]
[member="kibe crist"]
[member="Kira Jax"]
[member="Koenrad Neistov"]
[member="Krenis Skirata"]
[member="Leor Lanoe"]
[member="Maiev"]
[member="Mallory Bash"]
[member="Mariya Pyne"]
[member="Medea Kappel"]
[member="Mereel Vaun"]
[member="Michelle Peacecraft"]
[member="Nima Tann"]
[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Norin Terrek"]
[member="Orn Pharr"]
[member="Rayf Vigil"]
[member="Romi Jade"]
[member="Runi Verin"]
[member="Sasha Starkos"]
[member="Sav Elko"]
[member="Shamira Karuto"]
[member="Smallgrin Ben"]
[member="Synthia Fellstarr"]
@Taryc Ap’Irae
[member="Tegan Katarn"]
[member="Tyrel Outis"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Zek Koth"]

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

As D'vok took his first steps out of the shuttle that had dropped the team off, he was treated to his first gulp of air on Raxus Prime, and was immediately plagued with a coughing fit. The air had an... Interesting smell. He retrieved a small bandanna from his pocket and fashioned a face mask out of it. It was better than nothing. He turned back and looked at his compatriots, some of which were still on the ship.
"Coming?"

 

[Tristram Senan]

Objective 1: What is Lost Will be Found

To say that this was Tristram's first time on the junk world of Raxus Prime would be lying. It was his, 1... 2... 3..., 6th time on the planet in his life time. He had been on both sides of dropping off junked machinery and salvaging the scraps left behind. When you were an alcoholic looking for more credits for booze you weren't picky about your work. He knew that and his employers knew that so everything went swimmingly... except that one time. He didn't want to talk about it... or think about it....

Dropping off onto a "safe" surface, Tristram made sure to cover himself. He wasn't exactly one for being clean all the time or smell like flowers, but even he didn't want to stink like the stagnant filth of the planet. A scarf was wrapped around his head and covered his nose and mouth. He made sure to wear tinted goggles as well. He honestly looked like he was ready for Tatooine not a scrap yard. Didn't matter to him though. He was fine with burning these clothes later and wouldn't stink like a bloated, metal space whale at the end of the day.

Tristram looked around the metal. Same old Raxus. He didn't remember feeling any particularly strong force presence when he was here in the past, but he also wasn't looking for any either. The best option would be to start from somewhere realistic like the old temple that he had heard was here at one time. Why didn't they just drop him off there? Oh right, he didn't tell them he was looking for relics just "ancient scraps." Oh well, his own fault for this one. He got on his coms and said to anyone who might answer back, " So got dropped off in the wrong place. Where is this Junk Temple at?" Make it sound like someone else's mistake, the Jedi way. All he had to do now was wait for a response... if he got one.

@D'vok Windroamer [member="Laira Darkhold"]

 

[Veino Garn]

“You know,” Veino mused, “I could make a whole lot of meditation hammocks out of that junkyard.” He was referring to, of course, his entry into a Force imbued/alchemy competition that he had entered, by making a meditation hammock out of provided junk materials. It had won him a beskar stardighter that he never actually flew. But that was not his mission. The junkworld passed the viewport in the distance as he headed towards Raxus Secundus.

A government center, inhabited, and likely to be assailed by the Sith Empire in the near future. The people knew this and some were already fleeing the planet. Others planned to surrender. And some, the few that he was to visit with, were preparing for a long drawn out war. As one of the longest surviving resistance fighters in the galaxy, Veino has his own role. Give them heart. Give them courage. Give them training. Get them what supplies that could be scrounged or spared.

He was here to start a flame. One that would survive the oncoming Sith assault and ignite into a bonfire to burn their Darkness away, just as they had burned Thyferra.

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Location: Junk Temple
Objective: 1-Search and Recover

The Junk Temple, a crude reconstruction of the Jedi Temple from Coruscant, or so she was told, some records about Vaders apprentice killing the Jedi who constructed it where kept by the New Galactic Empire, something which Yuvie had looked over during inquisitor training, but other then that nothing was really known about it. In her mind that was something good, it meant what ever relic or artifacts from that past that may be kept at the temple most likely where missed by Star Killer, left for the taking, but as of yet no major faction had attempted to seize control of the planet, increasing the odd of the relics survival.

She along with Master [member="Tristram Senan"] where to search this replica spire, unfortunately the man seemed to have missed the drop of point, how? she could only speculate leaving the Mirialan to aimlessly wander around the entrance near her TIE fighter, the boots of her alchemy armor making a definite clucking sound upon the rusty metal. "He is taking way to long, where in the force is he", she asked rhetorically, more then annoyed by his late arrival.

 

[Cato Fett]

A narrow, heat-notched RZ-1 A-Wing filed past a copse of immense electromagnetic separation cranes. Operator crews paused to wave, on designated lunch breaks with feet dangling from gantry walkways bolted to the counterjib and winch motor. The little fighter flew against a column of refinery stacks, pouring hot with smoke, dashing the cockpit canopy in films of sepia oil and iron ash. Cato Fett adjusted a switch from a control bank. Micro-laser ‘wipers’ swept and cleaned over the glassteel.

He banked into a steady port roll, gliding the A-Wing towards a makeshift clearing south of a massed trash construct. The interceptor cycled to auto-pilot routines, extending landing stanchions, Cato manually powering down primary systems. A step-ladder folded out from the starboard plating and he stood, climbing out onto packed stone and gravel littered heavily with compacted duraluminium and plexiglass fragments. Garbage odours fought past his helmet filters. Like Takodana, he’d hike, explore, and see what might be retrieved for refurbishing. Everything of forgotten value eventually found its way to Raxus Prime.

Cato pocketed a tracer stub from a harness pouch, flicking it curtly. The little disk caught the air, glided onto the engine house of a tilted A6 Juggernaut, while he turned and strode on.

Objective: Have a Walk-About/Procure and/or highlight broken tech.

 

[Mallory Bash]

Objective 3: Aid with transporting raw materials to manufacturing ships in orbit.


The Stellar Kart drifted among the cadre of ships surrounding the Solemn Purpose. The Resistance flagship cruiser was an impressive vessel. Mallory had not been close to many large military vessels in her travels, and the few times she had it made her nervous as hell.

But this was different. The half-nagai trader wasn't hauling contraband, and the Solemn Purpose wasn't searching for smugglers. They were on the same team, had the same purpose. Mal, and a number of other smaller freighters, would land at gathering points on the surface of Raxus Prime, load up material and haul it to the manufacturing ships in orbit, where the goods would be processed and go right into the manufacture of starships and munitions desperately needed by the Resistance.

The signal came from the flagship for the small fleet to depart and, one by one, the ships began to streak into hyperspace, bound for Raxus Prime. A few snub fighters, various freighters and the larger manufacturing ships preceded the flagship to their destination. "You get the latest coordinates?" Mallory called to S19, who was plugged into the nav-computer. The boxy astromech whirred and whistled its confirmation.

With a ritual swipe of her fingers over an ash-rabbit's foot dangling from the console, Mal called out. "Nuts to the wall!" It was a practice she began after the first time S19 was not secured before a jump, sending the single-wheeled droid sliding across the cockpit on its side. It became their ritual before every jump to hyperspace.

Mal engaged the Stellar Kart's hyperdrive and the modified Nova Courier zipped out of system to follow a bouncing course to the Raxus System.

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Raxus Prime, Entering Orbit
OBJECTIVE: Study the Past

Cloudreaver slid from hyperspace at the hyper limit, slipping into the gravity well surrounding Raxus Prime.

"Scor, how'd the new coupling hold up on that transition?" Remi slid his hands along the navigation interface, updating the charts with information from the local holonet buoys. Cloudreaver neared atmo of the garbage dump of the galaxy.

"Five by five, it held steady all the way through. I think it's good to go." The slightly modulated voice of Remi's Ranat friend returned as he scurried through the hatch behind Remi and folded down the seat by the engineering console. His fingers deftly tapped away at the console, flying through menus until he pulled up the readouts for the hyperdrive. "Everything is showing good in the readouts as well."

"Excellent, I knew you could do it!" Remi smiled as Cloudreaver sliced into the atmosphere of Raxus Prime. The Junkyard planet wasn't just a moniker from the planet's detractors. Mountains of junk faded into foothills of trash that ended in vast plains of refuse, a veritable dumpster topography with city domes here and there breaking up the scenery. "We'll be touching down in sector Aleph Seven One Three, about twenty clicks from the nearest active city dome. According to what Archive Station shows, the tribe of Jawas we are hunting down worked in the dome here."

Scor merely nodded absently, not really listening as he reviewed the readings for the coupling he had put in mid trip.

Cloudreaver settled onto a plateau of dross. Remi was careful to turn down the thrusters slowly, letting the weight of his ship settle into the detritus without overbalancing the ship. Finally, the ship settled, and Remi brought the engines offline and secured the ship from flight operations. When he looked, Scor had already vacated the cockpit of the ship, likely getting ready for their field trip. Remi stopped at the hatch and slipped on a helmet, sealing it into the harness he wore over his spacers leathers. It would filter out the worst of the toxins in the air, and had spare oxygen if the filters got too clogged. It also gave him a rudimentary heads up display, which he kept off for the moment.

As he moved towards the hatch leading out onto the offal planet, his hands did quick, automatic pats of his weapons. He knew they were there, but he breathed easier after the check anyway.

Remi paused at the airlock, stepping inside, but waiting as a crash from Scor's room preceded the Ranat's scamper into view. Scor brought along the only weapon he trusted, a grenade launcher. Remi motioned towards it.

"You won't need it, this isn't a war zone."

"You said the same on Utapau, and we had to rely on that skritchit Nautolan to get us back to the ship!" Scor rebutted.

"That was one ti-"

"Before that it was Coruscant, searching for the temple to whatsatguy in the underlevels..." Remi couldn't see, but he could swear the Ranat was grinning. "...and Anderahl, the society of predator and prey worshiping wackos. You said not to bring it there either, and we had to buy our way off the planet with a certain coupling...and then sneak back onto the planet and get Cloudreaver back. I know you remember that!"

"You know what...bring the grenade launcher. Never know when we'll need it." He smirked as he hit the cycle button. The inner door closed on the chittering curses of Scor, and Remi's laughter.

 

[Tristram Senan]

Objective: Find da relics

Seemed Tristram's message caught the attention of another one of the Resistance pilots. They were on their way to a scrap site near the Temple so figured they could pick him up. Praise the Force. Tristram didn't need to go on a mini adventure now to get to the starting point of his main one. As quickly as was possible given the unstable and sporadic danger of the scrap world the pilot got him and dropped him off. With a wave, Tristram headed towards the meeting spot at the Temple. He could already feel some faint traces of the force around him here. It could be from relics. It could be left over aura from the temple's past inhabitants. Or it could just be because violent actions took place here. It was impossible to say other than that the force was certainly stronger here than it was where he had been.

Walking up, Tristram noticed [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] squirreling around near the entrance to the temple. He grinned a bit and chuckled to himself at the sight. The Miralian woman was clearly feeling impatient and it didn't take a force sensitive to know that. As he approached he called out, " Trying to wear a groove in front of the door eh? Smart. Make enemies have to charge up hill to assault the door." She was going to have a sense of humor right? Of course she was! Just look at the way she was huffing about.

 

[Veino Garn]

The shuttle touched down with a lurch and Veino filed off with the other representatives. Diplomats, quartermasters, trainers, INT folks. All ready to set the world in motion to prepare for the onslaught. Or at least, prepare it to be the biggest thorn in the Sith's side that they could manage. And that was why he was here. To be the spark to start a fire. He had fought this war longer than many others. Too long in his mind and yet the Force gave him no rest. Instead, it spurred him on, drove him back into the conflict.

Representatives of the local police and military forces had agreed to meet with him, along with some of the bolder civilians. Mostly younger ones, the dreamers and idealists. He'd been like them once, long ago, before Togoria marked him with the first of a long line of scars. Yet, here he still was and it was that motivation that brought him here to speak.

They ambled away from the landing zone to a nearby cantina. Its back room had been set aside for the meeting after Veino had reached out. They had met, long ago, on a different planet, and only the Force allowed the meeting now. It was strange how even in the past, the Force had been moving to set things up for the present. But all had begun to file in. No uniforms. No introductions. Nothing that could identify them later.

He waited and leaned against the wall as others began to take their seat. Some were clearly military or police. Others were clearly not. That wouldn't help them in the future. No, one had to be invisible.

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Location: Junk Temple
Objective: 1-Search and Recover

Though it felt like ages within a few minutes she felt the presence of [member="Tristram Senan"] approaching, an old habit whenever interacting with other force users, regardless if they where friend or foe. The light chuckle that came with his appearance made the Mirialan groan a bit, preparing for some sort of sarcastic or humors comment, soon enough the rouge master joking about her current actions, "well that is a nice strategy, if you took any longer I'm sure I would have dug myself a nice defensive trench as well".

Humor was not really Yuvies strong point, the Imperial academy kind of beating that out of its recruits, if she had any to begin with that was. Despite that the Mirialan was able to crack the odd joke every now and then, even if it came off more as we snide remark or sarcasm, though It was better then being stick in the mud. "So, will anyone else be joining us, or are we it for now"? She asked Tristram, walking over to the, in her mind, crudely dressed man.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Objective 2.

Suddenly it felt like Fiolette had touched down on Junker City. The so-called capital of Lotho Minor, a planet deep within the First Order held about the same junkyard/industrial waste look as Raxus Prime. She dressed down for the day, with her were the two Pathfinders, Evalia and Sarun who'd been her guides when she located what would eventually become Clarke-Porras or Clarras on Zonju V. "We'll see if lightning strikes twice," she said to Evalia from the side of her mouth. She motioned with her hand, "unlike Zonju V, we're not going for big presence here, we're going for small, underground - tunnels with a few pop spots." Fiolette knew what she was looking for but the trick of it all now, was would she find it here.

"Also, do either one of you ... how good is your Jawa?"

Evalia made a gesture of so-so, and Sarun shrugged.

"Great."

Fantastic. Fiolette thought to herself as she stepped down from the landing pad, "if they ask I'm offering both of you for trade and passage back to Zonju V."

There was a slight chuckle from either one, but the former First Imperial didn't care to look back. "Petrovsky," she said through her commlink before heading any further into Raxus Prime. "I'll be maintaining radio silence, again, make contact with our associates here on the planet. Let them know, I'll do what I can to get a few operations up and running." If anyone knew about making secret bases, it was a former grand admiral of the First Order. Petrovsky would type up a rather simple message and send it to the associate.

To: [member="Laira Darkhold"]
From: Bordeaux Pastries and Sweets
RE: Your Order

Your order is being processed with care, we want to make sure that you get the best pastries and sweets this side of the core. We'll send you another alert once the order has begun the baking process!

Thank you for being a valued customer!

Bordeaux Pastries and Sweets

 

[Aster Jace]

Objective: 3
Secondary Objective: Gripe

In the past few weeks Chaff had engaged in daring raids and desperate dogfights in an effort to hinder the expanse of dark forces, he had defied tyrannous evils from the seat of an X-Wing, and now he was doing this. At the controls of U-Wing, Black Four was transporting raw materials. Not escorting a transport, which might've been the slightest bit exciting, flying the transport himself.

For once he and 'F3 complained about something besides one another.

"Not that I don't appreciate not gettin shot at, but this is downright awful." He muttered to the astromech, who chirped in agreement, then proceeded to bang his dome against a console. The voyage had at the very least led to a ceasing of hostilities between the two, which was a positive change.

Carefully setting the ship down, the U-Wing landed aboard one of the Resistance vessels. The two looked out of the hanger and onto the ugly world that was Raxus Prime. Somewhere below, a faint signal was picked up by the two.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, here I am, left to rust.

Some poor droid with enough self awareness to realize it had been abandoned, poor thing. Chaff felt a pang of sadness for the machine wherever it was stranded, perhaps he'd find it one day, give it a home and a purpose, that'd be right kind of him, but for now he just had to let the hunks of salvage in his hull be removed. Opening up the bay doors he called out to the crews outside.

"Stuff is all yours, come an' get it!"

 

[Mallory Bash]

Once arriving in system, the Stellar Kart was directed to one of the staging vessels for receiving raw material. Mallory was to pick up a few salvager who needed a lift planet side to join the teams collecting material. Then she would wait there for a load to haul back.

A U-wing drifted into the hanger and set down near Mal's Nova Courier. Then newly arrived ship was small, more of a small party transport than a freighter, but the Resistance had to muster all it could for the effort. the main hatch of the U-wing opened and a man hollered out for his haul to be unloaded. Mallory closed up a conduit panel she had been inspecting, wiped her hands on her cargo pants and strolled towards the U-wing.

"Hey, you!" She called out as lift droids appeared with a hover sled to gather the scrap. She pulled up short of the U-wing, staying out of the way of the droids.

"What's it like down there?" She asked the pilot, curious about what she had gotten her and her ship into.

-[member="Chaff"]

 

[Aster Jace]

Black Four's eyes shot back as [member="Mallory Bash"] called out to him. The past six trips no one had said much more than 'thanks' to him before they unloaded his cargo and moved along. Chaff hadn't taken offense really, they all had a job to do. After his seventh run though, the pilot had been granted a brief reprieve. Getting himself up and out of the pilot's seat he unclasped his helmet and lay it atop the console, running a hand through his hair before addressing the lady.

"Pretty tame if I'm bein' honest ma'am, it stinks and frankly just has a depressing atmosphere but insofar we haven't come across any trouble." He replied, with a shrug, exiting the ship behind one of the scrap droids as they finished unloading the transport. He'd never seen this woman before, if he had to guess she was one of the smuggling types who helped out the movement when they could, some even stayed a while.

"I don't believe we've met, name's Chaff." The pilot greeted, pulling off one of his black flight gloves and offering his hand to shake to the woman.

 

[Tristram Senan]

Objective: Relic Hunting
Location: Junk Temple

Someone was a little uptight, but that was not really a problem. It was always good to have seriousness when doing something like this if you asked Tristram. His only issue was how well they would get along from here. He said to her, " No idea who all is coming along." As he spoke he walked up to the entrance to the temple. It was closed and looked like it had been for some time from the way the dust and grim was settled. Placing a hand on the door, he reached out with the force to test it. It didn't react back. Odd. Most temples he had been to would either accept or reject as they pleased, but not this one. He might as well have been trying to get a reaction from a blast door on a ship.

Tristram decided to adjust his approach in light of things. Stepping back a bit, he began to examine the door. It was metal, which was sort of obvious given the planet they were on. The main problem was he couldn't tell what kind of metal it was. The grim, slime, dust, residue, and who knew what other materials coated everything. He took his hand and began to wipe it away. It smeared. Wonderful. With that attempt a failure, he pulled out his lightsaber and tried to thrust it into the door. The plasma struck the filth layer and caused an intense burning stink to fill up the immediate area around him. The main problem was the saber wouldn't sink through or not easily. It must have been some kind of heat resistant metal. As he kept trying to push his saber through he said, " So how are you? Doing well?"

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"]

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Location: Junk Temple
Objective: 1-Search and Recover

Yuvie was kind of uptight, more so when a simple straight forward mission was put on delay due to silly misdirection and lack of planning, but that was the resistance, half the time missions where a few people chucked together and wining their way through danger. Being brought up learning the ways of the Sith and training in the Empire she often forgot how to act casual, but had in no way cast it aside, it would just be... odd getting back into a more relaxed state of mind. At the master response to not knowing who else was coming Yuvie ultimately gave up trying to coordinate anything, "I guess we can start out exploration, or window shopping.

Approaching the massive metal door Yuvie simply crossed her arms, letting companion go to work on opening the massive structure, she too reached around with the force, but being a mere reconstitution and not an actual temple it had not real spiritual significance. Though years of wallowing and rust had all but made the door unmovable, making the only possible way into the temple via lighstabre. Something which [member="Tristram Senan"] so kindly saw to, continuing the idle chit chat along the way, "If your really want to know, a bit annoyed, but otherwise okay, yourself"?

 

[Tristram Senan]

Objective: Relic Hunt
Location: Junk Temple

The saber was barely pushing through the metal. Tristram was beginning to get irritated because of it. The only thing he could do though was keep pushing the saber while he listened to [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] respond to him. Seemed she was feeling the way he already could guess she did without sensing out her emotional state. Not a surprise, but it was a good jumping off point for conversation. And he really needed something else to do right now other than trying to shove the plasma blade through this resistant metal even harder than he already was.

" Annoyed eh? Sounds about right given the situation." Tristram replied. He knew she was talking about him and not the door. Chit chat was good to have even given that. " Tell me a bit about yourself. Got a favorite food? Drink? Song? Kissed any handsome young men lately? Pretty young women?" He wasn't about to judge. Everyone was different after all so what point was there is judging their tastes? Well other than their taste in alcohol. He would drink anything, but even he knew some drinks were there to make you hate yourself a little more or a little less and not to enjoy. Gin was a prime example of that. People who liked gin straight were insane.

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Location: Junk Temple
Objective: 1-Search and Recover chat with mister glowing eyes

Yuvie raised an eyebrow at [member="Tristram Senan"] struggle with the temple door, giving a small sigh before taking out her own sabre, "here let me help, and no I am not going to stab you in the back". The sound of a sabre igniting echoed though the empty area, a red glow accompanied by the sinister sound, well from her anyways, anytime a Sith took their sabre out it was all, 'arrh watch out' and all. The Mirialan sinking her own blade into the metal but a meter away from the other.

"I get easily annoyed, it's something I have to change with you lot, so undisciplined, but you always seem to get the job done", moving her hand she to found the metal plating of the door tough, like a layered blast door of sorts. This would take a while so she was kind of glad the under dressed Jedi Master broke out with more idle conversation. "Uh, well I have never really thought about it- wha wha, handsome men? what do you take me for a Twi'lek", her voice was clearly shaky with embarrassment, a light blush visible on her cheeks, "gah, shut up you"! out of all the people Yuvie had met this person pushed her buttons the most.

 

[Tristram Senan]

Objective: Da Relic Hunt
Location: Junk Temple

Laughter escaped from Tristram as his new companion spoke. It was especially heavy when she got all flustered at his comment about a handsome young man. Oh the purity of heart on this one if that got her embarrassed. It also told him everything he needed to know about how her dating life was going. He did not notice the red of her blade however as his focus was entirely on the door and getting through it. He had managed to make it all the way through by this point but now needed to move down at an angle. That was going to be just as tricky as before and he hoped she could connect her cut to his. Maybe he should say something to her just to make sure....

" Girly, connect up your cut with mine. If we form an upside down V then we might be able to pull it out using the force after." Tristram said to her as he kept at his cut. It seemed like the best plan and least amount of work out of them to him. With that over though he got an impish grin on his face. " So no handsome young men. I take it then you must be into older men then eh? Should I worry you might try to seduce me once we get into the dark, private temple all alone together? Be gentle if you do. I'm a maiden at heart still you know." Oh how much fun he was going to have with this one. If he didn't get a huff or a punch in the arm or even a face slap after they got down with this door then he really needed to try harder.

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