Raxus Prime Time (Salvaging)

[Armand Temi]

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Location: Unmarked Shadowport Above Raxus Prime​

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"Can we get away with wearing flight suits or are we going to need something more protective?" Armand Temi asked the team assembled for the Rebel Alliance's newest salvaging mission. The group consisted of Admiral Brightsky who had brought with her two members of the Rebel Alliance growing fleet: Captain Xue who was in charge of fleet operations and Captain Melec who led the Rogue Squadron.

The fleeters would be attempting to collect space debris, including ship parts from a Venator-class Star Destroyer close to the Shadowport in the Tion Cluster.

Armand was also deploying a small team onto the surface of Raxus Prime in order to collect bio-samples from the Raxus Sewer System after reports that unknown creatures, never before seen on the planet had been sighted.

Two other members of the Alliance accompanied them - Castiel Lennox, a near-human Jedi and Corruck Kazen,a businessman who dealt in munitions. Their roles would be decided as the team planned out the logistics.

Presently Armand was debating on what outerwear was needed for those visiting the planet. The environment on Raxus Prime was notoriously toxic. Sentient species rarely went outside because of the poisonous air, choosing to live in sealed environments close to where they worked. The planet had a thriving industrial sector including refineries but all at the expense of anything living on its junkyard surface. And in addition to cancerous smog, master-less droids and scavenging jawas would be among the nuisances they may face. The Rebels in the air may encounter dangers of their own, but at least they would not come back smelling like the inside of a garbage can.

Dr.Temi held up an EVA suit. He didn't relish the thought of wearing the bulky spacesuit on the ground, especially in a darkened sewer tunnel, but he also didn't want to expose his crew to unnecessary health risks. The Hapan doctor pulled out a scanner capable of measuring toxic levels in the air and water and jokingly scanned Krasnaya with it.

[member="Mark Sage"] [member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]

 

[OriginsoftheJedi]

Mark Sage sat waiting for the time that the team would be surface bound.
Mark had only heard about Raxus Prime before, so this would be an all new experience for him. He'd heard that, over time, the junk planet's atmosphere had become toxic to breathe in for too long.
Mark looked down at his lap and glared at the orange space suit he'd have to wear while on the surface. It certainly didn't look like the most luxurious piece of clothing, but it was better than having to sit in a bacta tank waiting for his lungs to heal.
"Needs a bit more green on it, but I guess it'll do. " He thought.

 

[Avo]

It had been far too long since the General had taken a trip back across the galaxy. Time was fleeting and spending much of it traveling afforded those proud few no such quarter when age soon became a concern. Alas, Castiel was still very early in his years and much of the cosmos still provided a pique in his interest - and Raxus Prime was positioned at the top of that list once his new associates briefed him on possible ventures out in the junker world.

"I'm not too keen on breathing in garbage, but I'll do whatever is required of me." Castiel scrunched up his nose at the scanner's readings of Raxus Prime. "I'd just like to be able to move should anything happen. Y'know, be precautionary." The Thrysian Prince simply reeled away from the ghastly sight of such a putrid heap of smog and waste that even more gruesome things seemed much more appealing to this noble-born fellow.

He glanced to his right at Commander Varlo, who caught his eye. "Ain't too bad, boss. Me and the boys got some EVO suits stashed away in the hold if you need manpower." Castiel cocked his head towards Doctor Temi. "That is, if you need it."

[member="Mark Sage"], [member="Armand Temi"]

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Until now, Corruck had assumed that there was nothing worse than the Coruscant undercity. He now had to revise that original statement. Almost nothing was worse than the Coruscant undercity. This place smelt much worse and would probably kill him quickly if he stepped outside into the toxic wastes, however he got the feeling that here at least he wasn't going to be stabbed in the back and left as a rotting corpse waiting to be moved aside by some cleaning unit.

That wasn't much of a consolation to Corruck. He had decided to avoid using the type of suits that he had had to wear before. The last full environmental suit had been a suit meant for the vacuum of space. It had been bulky, hard to work with and very uncomfortable. He had done some research into Raxus Prime and had found that the planet's atmosphere, while poisonous and very very bad for organic lungs, was actually breathable. He had found that while the lungs were very weak to the kind of gases that would be down there, the pores in the skin were not quite as harmed by it.

That would mean that he didn't really need a full body suit, though that would be preferable. To that end, he had had the re-breather from an an earlier mission made to fit his whole head. He had his clothing made to cover just about everything, but it didn't seal the skin in. The clothes would keep most of larger particles and pollutants off the skin but the smaller particles would still pass through. The light clothing would give him more maneuverability at the cost of time spent out in the open. He would probably need to take breaks in clean air every couple hours or so. During that time he would mostly just need to let his body cleanse itself.

Corruck smiled, sitting on a seat nearby with his rebreather laying on his lap. "So, what have we got so far? Any telemetry or basic scans coming through?"

[member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Mark Sage"] [member="Armand Temi"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Armand watched as Kazen pulled out his rebreather. "That's it, by the original light. We should use rebreathers." Armand rifled through the supplies they had brought with them and found rebreathers for the entire team. "Clothing must be thick and we're going to need gloves."

"Ground team," he instructed. "Let's begin assembling the supplies we're going to need." He quickly assessed what they had brought with them, inspecting crates and boxes. Armand and Mark would be in charge of the life sensors and the mobile laboratory to bring back any samples. "Castiel, you and Corruck along with Commander Varlo will be in charge of weapons and security." The Hapan officer wasn't sure what type of arms they had brought with them but hoped the two men would work out a defensive scenario for the scientists in case they ran into trouble.

"The four of us will take a shuttle down to a public docking bay, store some supplies and containers there to hold whatever we bring back." Armand checked his credit account because he knew that storing supplies in the Raxus Prime station would not be cheap.

"Castiel," said Armand putting a hand on the man's shoulder. "Will you be okay down there?" He sensed that the noble Prince wasn't used to slumming it on a junkyard planet where every puff of air may be toxic.

[member="Mark Sage"] [member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Corruck Kazen"]

 

[Krasnaya Xue]

Krasnaya was not typically one to be in a humorous mood, but she could appreciate the little joke the Benefactor was playing. Yes, some had indeed considered her to be 'toxic' in certain circles, but she was quite sure she was in good standing with the Alliance present. It was not everyday they gave charge to a person as a captain.

"This is our first step towards our fleet independence," she spoke. "I'm not one to count my birds before they hatch, but I think this will be a great beginning asset." Home One and the Inevitable-class cruisers were marvelous vessels, but they were few and dwarfed by the massive star destroyers that other navies could deploy. But here was to the becoming of the Red Fleet the Selectivist imagined.

"Alert me if anything unsound occurs on the ground. We'll be monitoring the system while we look into these wrecks up here." She sincerely hoped there really was one of those mighty vessels floating around, however torn apart it may be. They could always use the materials, no matter. "Be careful, comrades."

After they had departed, she turned to behold the massive hulk of a Clone Wars-era Venator-class star destroyer--split in three huge pieces, of course. Nothing ever simply came handed to them. Besides, the admiral was fairly certain some pirate crew would have piked up such a faded beauty by now if it had remained whole. But this would need some tender loving care--work. Work made free.

[member="Armand Temi"], [member="Mark Sage"], [member="Castiel Lennox"], [member="Corruck Kazen"]

 

[Avo]

It was a good thing this Doctor fellow wanted Castiel on security with another... rather rogue-ish looking man. This particular Jedi tended to operate outside of traditional norms, mainly being an officer of a military unit. Considering that had been banned by the Republic's Senate, his men weren't even officially part of the regular army.

It wasn't like he brought them all either. Just him, Varlo, and a little platoon-sized element. There was nothing he and his boys couldn't handle - and this man had the audacity to wonder if he could plug his itty bitty noble nose for the sake of operating on a world full of filth and stink.

"Of course I can handle it, Doctor." Castiel smiled politely. "That's why we have rebreathers, right?"

Varlo merely snorted, clapping the General on the shoulder. "I'll gather the men. Dravis and Janik have some bet going on about who can dirty their uniforms the most during this." The orange-trimmed man's attention refocused as if looking at something on a HUD. "Should be interesting..."

"Yes, Commander. Make sure they bring necessary gear."

"Roger."

[member="Krasnaya Xue"], [member="Armand Temi"], [member="Corruck Kazen"], [member="Mark Sage"]

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Corruck listened intently, security detail. Of course. It wasn't a problem, in fact he enjoyed a good scrap now and then, but ever since becoming General of ground based military and marines for the Rebels he had seen nothing but security papers, new defense protocols, and combat regulations. In fact, he was finding less and less time to work in the field and actually do what he enjoyed. He had joined the Rebels, almost immediately become Intelligence Commander, and then became General of half of the military forces. Now, he basically had a desk job. He would order men to do x or y, give authorization to assault planet a or b, and oversaw most training of new recruits. He knew he wasn't a man at this point for a desk job, even though its safety was so much more than out on the field. He had life in him and the spark that wanted action. He was only twenty-six for crying out loud and he was already General! From what he had learned, few people if any ever achieved that rank in so short a time.

He wasn't complaining, he had a fairly stable job in a growing faction, the nature of the government in this faction allowed him to accomplish his own side plans that would be otherwise impossible. That was one of the reasons that he had so far made sure to appear completely fine with his position. If it hadn't been for his rank, he couldn't have had ReCal produce the weapon they did, or accomplish the testing that was done, or have the Destiny manufactured. Speaking of which, he had decided that he would have to reinforce the image that he had allowed to be created by that Wookiee Leaks, that the ship was currently out of his control.

To that end, he planned on having the ship attempt to attack him, blasting at the planet so as to make it appear that some nemesis of his had decided to try and get revenge for some past injustice. He had spoken with the captain on the ship, one who he had given the position to, and told him to appear only when a certain phrase was sent via direct communication. Corruck had planned to have his ship, the Recalcitrant, in orbit at the ready to help save Corruck from the weapon that would be unleashed.

Not yet, he was thinking too far ahead again. For now he would play security detail with, with a Prince?

"How intriguing." He had thought at the mention of this [member="Castiel Lennox"] being a prince in the information papers he had read earlier. He decided not to ask until the briefing was over. He nodded at [member="Armand Temi"] showing his understanding of the orders.

Corruck had brought his usual armament of 'Dropper' and 'Core's Death', both were modified blaster from older designs. Dropper was a modified Westar-M5 blaster rifle, the kind of weapon that had been used in the Clone Wars by the more elite clone commanders. Core's Death was a blaster pistol originally a DH-17, a well known blaster for its use by the Rebel Alliance during the Galactic Civil War. He had also brought with him a few crates of ReCal's first rifle produced, Tempest E-11's, along with protective gloves. There were about a dozen of the rifles, he had brought them in case some people needed weapons. He hadn't been sure how well this would go and if they would come across resistance.

[member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="Mark Sage"]

 

[OriginsoftheJedi]

Mark hadn't personally met General Lennox or Admiral Xue yet, but he decided that he shouldn't worry about the people he was with so much and get ready for the mission ahead. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
For all he knew, this mission may end up being crucial to Mark's theory that bio matter containing the DNA of extinct organisms could survive longer than most had speculated, even in extreme environments such as Raxus Prime, where acid rain was an everyday occurance and the very atmosphere that you breathed in could kill you.
While the others were there for a Venator Class Star Destroyer, Mark and Doctor Temi had a portable lab and life sensors ready to be set up in a flash at any time so that they could find and process any samples of DNA they might come across.
Should there be trouble with locals or criminals who might have hidden away on the planet though, Mark would be have his lightsaber at the ready, not that he'd be able to maneuver very easily in this clunky orange suit. Hopefully, they wouldn't come across anything that might happen to want to kill them, whether for their money or for a satisfying meal. Who knew what inhabited the depths of those junkyards?
[member="Armand Temi"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"]

 

[Armand Temi]

After landing their ships in a docking bay on Raxus Prime, the men got ready to embark on their mission. Armand and team stored their supplies in lockers as they would only be able to take the necessities with them. Although he felt well protected with Castiel and soldiers he had brought with him - not to mention Mark, the Jedi and Corruck Kazen - the Hapan doctor also brought his lightsaber as protection and hooked it onto the belt of his flight suit.

Armand addressed the team: "First order of business is to speak with a Jawa Clan-Chief, named Thikit. My source tells me that Thikit's tribe recently spotted creatures non-native to Raxus Prime. Apparently garbage worms and rats are the prevailing species down there." He checked his datapad to see if there was more information he had received but there wasn't. "That's all I know so talking to Thikit will help us get a profile of the creature we're looking for. We are to meet him in the Scrap Heap, a cantina not too far from the Junk Temple."

As Armand spoke again, he clicked his chemlight off and on, making sure it was working. His night-vision was woefully inadequate and he couldn't risk having the light malfunction. "We also need to find a safe entrance to the sewer system. Should we split up to cover more ground or stay together?" the Hapan doctor asked.

[member="Mark Sage"] [member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Corruck Kazen"]

 

[Avo]

The trip down to Raxus Prime itself was fairly uneventful. Castiel kept to himself for most of the ride down, tending to the needs and concerns voiced by his little contingent of Clone Troopers. That's right, those age-old Jango-made battle boys from centuries ago. This particular Jedi General had stumbled across many of their genetic codes along with several Kaminoan researchers back when he was but a Knight of the Jedi Order. The Thyrsian Prince knew all too well about the Great Jedi Purge and how every single clone had turned against their general in one single moment - nearly wiping the entire order off the face of the galaxy in a single minute.

But he needed them, the Republic needed them. They were fighting Yuuzhan Vong, Sith, and their hellish creations spawned in the numbers alchemy labs they possessed. It had been six years since then, with hundreds of billions of people disappearing from the galaxy in the waning years of this too long war. That was when they were first deployed. All had been flash-trained show nothing but absolute loyalty to Castiel and his allies. That was the gamble he had to take - whether it was part of the Jedi Code or not.

"Varlo, are the men ready?" The Prince secured the rebreather to his face, double checking its integrity. "I know Hopper and Jenkins are itchin' to go. Are you?"

The orange-clad Commander nodded. "Yes, sir." He cocked his head, "Troopers, out here."

An entire platoon of them filed out of the hangar bay. Several sported exotic designs across their armor, more carried variants of the old weapons their ancient brethren had once used, and all of them beheld the orange markings of Phase III clones.

"Doctor," General Lennox turned to the man. "Where do you intend on searching? If it's a broad search, splitting up may be the best idea."

[member="Armand Temi"], [member="Mark Sage"], [member="Corruck Kazen"], [member="Krasnaya Xue"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Armand checked his rebreather as well. It was stuffy until he activated the ventilation system and then cool, regulated oxygen - just the right amount to inhale - filled his lungs. This was so much better than wearing a full EVA suit especially if they were to be crawling in and out of tunnels.

He turned to Castiel Lennox to answer. "I thought I would take Mark to the Scrap Heap to interview Thikit. I think we'll be fine without backup. We may need to watch our pockets around all of those jawas."

"Lennox and Kazen, do you want to find the best entrance to the sewer?" He knew this may be a fairly difficult task as the Raxus Prime sidewalks and streets were notoriously clogged with junk - spare parts, space debris, factory cast-offs. Not to mention the abnormally intelligent droids who roamed the cities, aimless and without masters.

[member="Mark Sage"] [member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Corruck Kazen"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Armand Temi"] [member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="Mark Sage"]
Three large ships boomed out of hyper space Into the orbit of Raxus Prime, a Ranator class star destroyer flanked by two hades class cruisers provided by the late Subach Innes and the thriving Stargo Defense Enterprise. The ships came to a full stop a good distance away from rebellion ships and remained still.

"Huh. Didn't see that one coming." Patricia said to herself as she stood on board the bridge of the Ranator which was dubbed the Nexu Tango.

Patricia thought to herself for a moment, the Rebel Alliance was a known enemy of the Red Ravens when they decided to attack Makeb and bring about the late monster that was Dredge to kill thousands. So that was their bad, and the sith who also killed people on camera. All and all it was just a real big mess where blame didn't need to be shifted on anyone, except the rebels of course. But Patricia was at fault as well, she was a big supporter of the rebellion, hell she was literally the one who handed Genevieve the codes and permits to get past defenses. So she really didn't want to fight with these people. So she decided to take the high road here.

"Rebel Alliance ship, this is the Nexu Tango along with cruisers Queen Bee and Coyote Hustler. So umm, sup?" She asked making sure the weapons were fully charged in case the rebellion decided to open fire on them. She really didn't want to turn anything into a war.

The ravens were just criminals looking to make some credits. They weren't sith oppressors and even when they took over a planet they just left the local government alone to put in a shadow politician and controlled the criminal underworld. If the rebel alliance wanted to stop crime like scruff mgruff the crime dog that badly there was something seriously wrong with their priority list. What with the Sith and Primeval and what not.

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12693-ranator-class-star-destroyer/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/2714-hades-class-heavy-crusier/

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Corruck replied to [member="Armand Temi"] question with confidence, "I think we can do that..."

He turned to look at [member="Castiel Lennox"] with a question in his eye, whether he thought they could or not. He wondered how this prince would handle such a world as Raxus Prime. Such a world was not for the faint of heart, he knew of strange things on the surface, droids that were no longer under the command of organics, monsters that had grown up in that pile of junk, and many other things. He didn't fear any of it, in fact it was quite intriguing.

His thoughts were interrupted by his datapad beeped. He looked confused at the device as he pulled it out. He wasn't forgetting something was he? As the message unfolded before him he felt tension begin to build inside him. He spoke quickly, "We have company, Red Ravens in orbit. Not engaging yet, just hailing our ships."

[member="Armand Temi"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Mark Sage"]

 

[OriginsoftheJedi]

"Let's hope this mission doesn't end before it gets started."
Mark had been pretty much silent the entire time up to this point. But now he spoke his mind.
Mark hadn't personally been forced to deal with the Red Ravens as of yet. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any conflicts needed, and everyone could just go about their business.
This mission could not go awry. If Marks theory was to be proved as being correct, this mission would be a crucial piece of the genetic puzzle, another step in the right direction.
"So, should we see what they want, if anything? Perhaps it's a case of same time, same place."

[member="Armand Temi"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Armand Temi]

When Kazen alerted the Rebels to a communication from the Red Ravens, Armand turned to him and said, "Let's be safe rather than sorry." The Hapan doctor had only heard the tales of the destruction and annihilation that had happened on Makeb and he looked worriedly at Kazen, knowing the young businessman had taken the brunt of it. The man was stoic and mission-focused as usual which somewhat put his mind at ease.

Armand went inside his freighter and radioed the Admiral and her crew. "Klutzy Dreamer, this is Battle Dragon. Can you let us know what's going on up there? We're getting reports here on the ground of potentially hostile ships in your area." If the Ravens had hailed them, that meant they were willing to communicate which was the first step in any type of negotiation. He knew from his days in the Hapan Navy that if a pirate ship wanted to attack they rarely made any type of contact. They would either try to initiate combat using the element of surprise or in extreme cases bomb a Destroyer in a suicide-mission with no forewarning.

He took a mobile commlink and attached it to his flight suit under the rebreather so he could stay in touch with the Admiral or crew wherever he roamed. "I don't know what's going on," he said to the group of Rebels. "But hopefully we'll know soon enough whether we can continue here on the ground or if we need to provide support to the Admiral."

[member="Mark Sage"] [member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Having busied herself patrolling the skies above Raxus Prime, Juwiela was one of the first to notice the Red Ravens ships the instant they pulled out of hyperspace. Her first instinct was to immediately prepare for an assault, and she did so by routing power to her shields and powering up the guns of her Yavin-class fighter, the Blind Gambit. But when the vessels didn't fire and instead hailed the Rebels, the young Miraluka pilot was given pause. Compared to the attack on Makeb, this was strangely docile of them. Too nice. It spoke of a trap and more, but she didn't pull back, listening silently as first [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]'s and then [member="Armand Temi"]'s voice crackled through the comms.

A slight frown creased the corners of her mouth, and she reached over to activate the communications of her own ship, contacting the Benefactor through the secure frequency. "Battle Dragon, this is Sharps. They've only hailed us. There haven't been any hostile movements. The Rogues are ready for anything. Orders?" Adversaries or not, she wasn't going to treat the Ravens with the utmost of respect, but the bare minimum to remain civil, if that. She'd had her own experiences with the syndicate, and they were enough to dissuade her from any further interactions with the group. This was entirely off, in her books.

Remaining still, not moving position any closer or further from the ships, she instead studied them carefully. Her own version of sight proved more than beneficial in situations like this, when she could see through the walls of those vessels and determine their crew and possible starfighter armaments. This time, however, it seemed neither of them would need their backup.

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I'm off to work soon, so I probably won't be able to post again until I get home tonight.

 

[Armand Temi]

"Sharps, I want you to monitor the situation. You are to take orders from the Admiral and keep me posted along the way. For now this appears benign." He ended the transmission and clasped his hand together. "Okay everyone ready?" They would split up at this point. Mark and Armand would head to the Scrap Heap for intelligence and Corruck and Castiel would look for a safe entrance to the sewers among the roving bands of droids.

Location: The Scrap Heap

The Scrap Heap was a small cantina near the Junk Temple inhabited mostly by Jawas and various alien salvagers. Since the jawa odor was so repugnant not too many humans inhabitants hung around the Scrap Heap. In addition to drinks and hubba gourd snacks, the Scrap Heap had a small workshop in the back where patrons could quickly assemble gadgets from their scavenged loot.

When Armand and Mark came upon the cantina from the dirty streets, they would see Thikit’s enormous junkcrawler – his clan’s mobile home which rolled around the Raxus Prime street like a slow tank, belching out jawas every so often who would then quickly scavenge up any bit of usable parts, metals or electronic equipment.

Jawa Clan-Cheif Thikit himself held court at one of the back tables in the bar. He wore a multi-colored robe as he fancied himself a leader who needed to stand out from the normal rabble of jawas. He was pouring a pitcher of hubba gourd moonshine until small tin cups for his fellow tribesmen.

Luckily the rebreathers Armand and Mark wore would protect them from gagging on the unbearable smell in the cantina. From his metal carrying case Armand pulled out a transcomp as he didn’t expect the Jawa leader to know Basic. As they stood in the doorway to the Scrap Heap, the Hapan doctor turned to Mark and asked, "Do you want to make the introductions or should I?”

[member="Mark Sage"] [member="Castiel Lennox"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Noah Corek"]

 

[OriginsoftheJedi]

"I think you should probably do it sir, what being my superior here and all. And honestly," he said with a smirk, "I don't speak very fluent Jawa."
Mark was surprised at first that there was anyone living on this junk pile planet, let alone there being whole communities and bars here. But then, he realized that this was the perfect planet for Jawas to inhabit. There entire ships and starfighters lying around for the taking. It was no wonder that the Jawas had made their way here. They may have evolved on Tattooine, but it was nothing to them in comparison to this place.
"Are there any specific customs I should be prepared to follow to make us look better, or are the Jawas a bit more lax in that department?"
[member="Armand Temi"]

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Corruck was more than a little upset that the Red Ravens were proving not to be enemies immediately. If they had been, he could have called off his attempt at a ruse. That ship could then be put to use against the Ravens. But sadly, it appeared that the fates were out to play with him. The Ravens did not seem to show any hostility as of yet. He would wait, hoping in a small portion of himself that they would show evil intent. Of course, the majority of him understood the pettiness of that sentiment. He had to get over that grudge and yet he felt a small joy in the grudge. Childish, he knew, yet it was still appealing.

Corruck sent a quick message to [member="Armand Temi"] asking if he should send further communication with the Red Ravens via his ship. If nothing else, it would at least give a response to the question that had been sent through. He had been informed by Sheera, his ship's pilot, of the exact transmission that had been sent from the Ravens. As he waited for a response, he tuned his comm and sent another message to the Recalcitrant, his ship, to warn them about a possible attack and to be ready to make a run from the system if need be.

Once that was done he turned his attention to the 'streets' if they could be called that. If one were to make lanes in a landfill and then add the filth that would be found along those roads on top of the landfill's then that would be about what Corruck was seeing at the moment. He spoke to [member="Castiel Lennox"] trying to keep the mood light, "So, have a map?"

[member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Mark Sage"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]