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D E N O N
Squib Reclamation | District 3
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There were a variety of people around the scrap yard. But, tempted as he may have been to offer them a good deal on a gently used navicomputer or wrist comlink, the Squib had larger plans in the offering.

Plans for which he had need of two things. A large crew. And ships.

But then, those ships were also going to need crews... so should the order of operations be reversed? Ships and a large crew? No, that sounded like it was just one crew for a single large ship. Not really what he was going for here...

Anyroad, the fox-like alien made his way up to the podium. Well, not exactly a podium. Did they even have a podium? How was there a landfill this size and not a single podium? But what they did have was a soap box! Now, how classy is that? Huh? Huh? Actually standing on a soap box! Which was, itself, on a mound of garbage. Because landfill.

“All right...” the Squib began, from his elevated position atop the soap box, which was on top of a mound of trash. And by elevated position, the kindergartener-sized furball was at roughly human eye-level.

A holo-projector droid flew into position beside him. Which was supposed to actually project images which he was speaking. Except there was no image, so the Squib stopped, looking at the droid and whispering, “Remember the plan? Do the thing!”

The droid gave a warbling chirps, as a blue light shone while the Squib turned back to the audience to say, “So...”

The blue light cut out. The Squid didn’t so much as miss a beat as he slammed an elbow into the side of the droid, which seemed to knock the holo-projector back on-line as he continued.

“...here’s the deal,” Ree began, as the image of a corporate star destroyer appeared over the audience. “This is a Tron-class star destroyer. Actuary or Accountant or some-such.” Seriously, who named these things?

“Anyroad, the actual accountants at CAD ran the numbers and the maintenance on this came up as a net negative, so it’s been decommissioned,” the Squib remarked, explaining, “They’ve taken the reactor core out, the hyperdrive, weapon systems – pretty much anything that wasn’t bolted down, and then a few things that were bolted down.”

The hologram seemed to pan out, showing the ship docked in orbit of the planet. “What’s left of the hull is at an orbital support platform, being fitted with remote-controlled jet thrusters that will put the ship on a one-way trip to the sun for incineration.”

That probably didn’t sound very appealing to this crowd.

“Here’s the trick,” the Squib prefaced, holding up a hand to waylay any naysayers. “They used impervium in the construction of the ship, which is made with ersteel besides.” Both of those were rather rare metals. And rare meant valuable. And that’s not all. “We’ve got plasteel throughout the interior, carbonite coating, and possibly even some infinium in the engineering section.”

Just in case the folks at home weren’t following, the Squib remarked, “In other words, the walls of this thing are actually worth their weight in aurodium.”

If that didn’t get their attention, nothing else he could say would.

“Now, it’ll take this ship a day or more to travel to the sun, but we don’t have that much time,” Ree supplied, as the hologram panned further out to illustrate the flight path to the sun. “We’ll have about eleven hours at most to bug out before the pull from the sun’s gravity becomes problematic.”

That was being conservative. He was giving them a pad. In reality, it was closer to thirteen hours, but he’d rather not risk a burnout on the sunlight engines just because someone wanted to wait to the last minute to grab and go.

“The good news, CorpSec’s not going anywhere near this. No one’s stealing this ship, if you could even call it a ship anymore, and it's on a one-way trip to Hell.” Well, that wasn’t really much of a recruitment speech was it. “We fly in, break down the floor, walls, any fiber optics that may be left, and we get out. And given what this ship's made of, probably use thermal detonators to blow apart the larger sections, then plasma torches to cut down the larger fragments. Gather it up, bug out... easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

If only it were that peasy.

“The bad news is, if I’ve figured this out, probably some other salvagers have as well. Not to mention some DireX flarblgorb who probably wants some profit under the table,” Ree mused aloud. “So, while CorpSec isn’t an issue, I expect we might run into other problems. You know, aside from the whole no life support or no gravity thing.”

 
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Tag: Under Foot Under Foot Daiya Daiya Brie Jaxx Brie Jaxx Zenric Zenric Cartri Keswoll Cartri Keswoll Ivory Stroud Ivory Stroud Sola Tymon Sola Tymon Lilianna L'lerim Lilianna L'lerim
Location: Squib reclamation
Objective: aquire components for home tech construction.

Poor Hex hears voices in her head

Hex speech to others
Hex speech to herself


Hexes inner voices
'...Neutral...'
'...Doubt...'
'...Anger...'

Coloured '.....' are also words that Hex can hear , but I decided not to write them to reduce clutter

Crash! Bang! Clank! Hex sat on the edge of an old reclaimed gunship with her legs dangling loosely as one of the Squib rummaged in the bowls of the ship, there was noise and swearing.

"you alright in there?" she asked, sticking her head in through hatch. "i'll be good once you get your head out the light, blue!" he continued clattering about trying to extract the navcomputer from the hyperdrive itself.

'...we should go...'

"I'm going to go over there for a bit, give me a shout yeah." she dropped down off the edge of the ship and walked away. Another Squib caught her eye, the one who had invited the lot of them hear today. He looked ready to begin so Hex pulled up a chair next to Daiya Daiya "I didn't miss anything did I?" she asked whilst wriggling uncomfortably in her suit. "Do you ever get used to wearing these things?"

The pint sized salvage hound carried on, not sugar coating the danger they might face. Hex began nervously spinning her Dervish knife next to her leg trying to keep herself calm.

'...this is dangerous, what business do you have being in space?...'
"we need this ok, it's good money"
'...your going to die up there, or....get someone killed...'
"shut up!"
she forcefully whispered to herself before glancing at her friend next to her.

Not long after the radio tower job the pair had decided to rent a flat together, so Daiya was probably beginning to get used to Hex's little 'quirks' by now.

She was anxious, it was a different set of skills to which she was familiar, and she had such limited experience in space, but she was smart, she could do this. She had to hold it together and prove her worth to darkwire. As the man finished his speech with a little humour a murmur of amusement went round crowd which Hex forced herself to join in with, the mission did sound kind of fun, but she couldn't shake that sense of dread.


 
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Jonah Wright-Kala'myr
Mr. Funny T-Shirt Guy, The Golden Boy, Overmind; Information Broker, Nite agent, Anarchist and Future Baron!
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Objective: Maybe a new job?
Location: Squib Reclamation, District 3, Denon
Equipment: Current Attire | OPBC-01m
Tags: Under Foot Under Foot | Hex Hex | Open
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"Galactic Common" | <"Galidraani"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
T-shirt Text: "Eat the Corpos!"​

Jonah had pretty strong reservations about the thing right now. The last one didn't go nearly as well as he thought. He refused to take that job. He really hoped there would be nothing like it this time. If so… maybe it’s time to leave Denon and look for another job, a place, a university for yourself. When he started building his relationships here, he found that most people were reluctant to kill or they were doing everything for purpose. To set it on fire, rob, or the like with one place, is still okay; because sacrifices are avoidable.

But to blow something up to cause havoc and nothing else matters, not even their lives. Well, that wasn't Jonah's world. The young man loved to rebel against the Corpos, to ruin their work, to achieve chaos. It would have even kidnapped others or helped in it if the target hadn’t been in trouble. It still fit into his moral code, but to torture or just kill someone just because they might be able to do it. No; it was already definitely beyond the moral line he would not have crossed.

Had these not been a problem for him, as rebellion, he would have joined COMPNOR, or the ISB; or even into the NIO army. But he didn't do any of it, he was here instead. Yes, instead, he was here in this place now. Bored, leaning against one of the walls, he listened to the young man, and he looked through those who were present. He grimaced when he saw the blue-haired girl who would have even sold her mother or killed anyone for as little credit as possible. At least that's what he found out in their previous meeting.

In any case, the task was more interesting than the previous one and much more relevant to Jonah. It was possible to dismantle something, that is, to vandalise and destroy it. First, he smirked, then this widened into a grin for a moment. It was gratifying that CorpSec would not be present; he was glad it was possible to avoid clashes. And maybe he can even find something interesting in that place.

The money didn't motivate him, he didn't need it. In any case, this has looked interesting for now. However, he hadn't said anything yet, he was wondering who would apply for this "job", mission. If a normal team shows up, he will be happy to join, but if there are those who just want to kill and destroy aimlessly…

Well, then he's looking for some other fun for himself.

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Tag: Lilianna L'lerim Lilianna L'lerim | Hex Hex | Under Foot Under Foot
Gear:
Durastreel armor with Oxygen Supply and Triad Green Serpent insignia on the side.
Khagnakti Sword (Back) | Journeymans Knife (Belt) | x2 Stun Grenades (Belt) | Scramble Key (Belt)
x2 Revolving Doors Blaster Magnums (Hips) | Spice Runner Special Uzi (Thigh)
Magomatics Boots (Feet)

Batch needed a few credits after some fool busted up his speeder in the last chase. He loved that thing almost as much as his food. Days spent fixing it up in bodyshops with the crew. Starting his restaurant wasn't cheap. Rolling up on a spare speeder, it looked old but it was a loved kind of old, cared for. The repulsor lift died down, and he opened the visor on his helmet. "This better be here when I get back." He said to any squib eyeing it for parts. Giving it a kick out of the back of the thrust to clear anything behind it, then he switched on some kind of field to shock anyone trying to steal it. Already lost one ride this month!

The gangster grinned some metal teeth to anyone eyeing too close, carrying his helmet in his hands. Durastreet armor, average all-around gear, and easy to come by. Triad Gangsigns were across the metal's arms and back, much like his face had a million etched messages or warnings on it. Showed who he was representing today, or wanted people to think he was representing at any rate.

Today's Darkwire Hidden Symbol Across his face was code, Batch was willing to act as a fence for rare metals.
There were other messages, usually warnings but they were for different groups, maybe some of the salvagers they might meet.


For anyone selling who knew Denon gangsign. He'd take any rare metals off their hands, he knew a good fence. If gravity or zero-g were a problem. His magomatic boots were ready to go, and the other salvagers he probably knew a few of them already. "Chopshop in space. Got potential." The Atrisian began chewing on some fish jerky, mulling the offer over. "What's our cut scrapper?" Which meant more than anything else to ask, how much credit they were walking away with.
 
Boops: Under Foot Under Foot | Hex Hex | Lilianna L'lerim Lilianna L'lerim | Batch Batch | Daiya Daiya + all the other cool kids <3
Objective: Make some credits, preferably don't get sucked into space, don't touch the sun

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Abigail slowly approached the crowd standing near the Squib, curiously eyeing the people gathered there and even cautiously trying to reach out with the Force just to make sure there weren't any super meanies nearby.

After her little semi suspicious look around, Abigail spotted quite a few noticeable faces, although they weren't exactly familiar to her. Then again, that wasn't really surprising considering the girl had purposefully stayed away from any of the larger events on Denon. She'd come here to help some people sure, but originally she'd mainly come here to hide.

When someone asked just exactly how much they'd be getting paid, Abigail curiously turned towards them. Her gaze landed on man seemingly drowning in all kinds of markings all over his face and, well, mostly everywhere really. All in all Abby was sure the guy was as friendly as anyone else here, but she took a small step back nonetheless.

"They're all lovely people, surely", Abigail muttered to herself as she tried her best not to stare at people for too long at a time. Whenever she accidentally made eye-contact, she simply forced a friendly smile before diverting her attention. She was a bit on edge since she didn't really know anybody else here, but she just needed to make sure she didn't stand out too badly.

Ironically enough, the unfamiliar crowd scared her more than the mission itself, as she'd spent quite a lot of time working in space. Then again, it had been quite a long time since Abigail had been to space, but she still was itching to get away from this lovely planet, even if just for a brief moment.

Abigail wasn't exactly the type of person who had much interest in credits herself, but on planets like this, if you wanted to get anything done, a bunch of credits would usually do the trick. Plus it allowed her to purchase some aid for the few people she tried to help around Denon. Of course, alternatively you could just smash and rob everything in sight, but she learned that did tend to draw a little bit of negative attention towards you.

The potential presence of other salvagers didn't impress her much either. She'd spend a large part of her life in the NR's army, so she figured she could at least keep up with the others in a fight if it came to it. Alternatively if things went south she could play her more recent role of being a completely underexperienced and underequipped medic. She was fairly certain she could probably definitely somewhat keep an injured person from dying, although it was preferable if people could just not get shot.
 
Imprevium? Ersteel? Infinium? Aurodium?

All of those precious metals were well known Brie, the former scrapper girl amongst the other Shadowrunners around her. Although, she could not help but to suspiciously peer at their short and furry employer. Brie had never seen that species before, and in the back of her head she wondered which planet the little furball came from and how he had ended up in Darkwire. However, those thoughts were quickly pushed away as Hex Hex appeared and took a seat beside Daiya Daiya and her, noticeably not too comfortable in the spacesuit she wore for the mission that laid ahead of them. Brie herself wore a modern black spacesuit with teal inserts, the same colors as her old one, but Daiya had been nagging her to get a new one.

"Do you ever get used to wearing these things?" Brie heard Hex utter, which attracted a sideways glance from scrapper girl who were very used to such attire, so to speak. ''Wierd girl'' was being at it again, Brie thought as she looked at the knife the blue haired girl pulled and were now playing with.

''Are you alright?'' Brie, calm but plain, asked the blue girl about the status for tonights mission. Jumping for a vessel heading for certain destruction, in the form of crashing into a sun, were not the most common jobs Brie had taken on in her former profession. She threw a glance of amusement at Daiya, waiting for the new girls answer.

As Brie glanced around at the crowd gathered, she noticed that there was quite a few new faces around. The ones that were not was Daiya and Hex, but even though Daiya were her best friend you never know what that girl had up her sleeve. That was something Brie were quite accustomed to by now.


''Who is that squib, anyway?'' she asked her friends, while listening to the guys speech.
 
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"Chit. Chit." The teen rubbed a thumb over the scrape that stretched down the mid-arm of her suit. The fabric peeled apart rather than merely unfolding a crease, driving her eyes wider than the millimeter separation. Daiya gritted her teeth as she pried it apart enough to see that the damage didn't extend completely through the top layer.

She let a huff out between her teeth, folding the arm under her other to stop herself from making it worse. The young shadowrunner let out one final, "Chit," before she turned to listen to the tiny furred creature on his soapbox.

A real soap box?

The curiosity consumed the teen's irritation, and focus, for a few moments longer. Daiya couldn't quite grasp all of what the Squib talked about, she was here for the credits. Her eyes glazed over for details like fiber optics and material names she'd only heard in passing, those were things Brie would know. The teen might ask her later, after her stomach stopped reminding her of just how much she hated space travel.

"I'm not alright..." Daiya answered her best friend's question. Her eyes turned to look, and then realized it wasn't a question for her. She turned her attention to the blue girl, and nearly burst out laughing to find Hex's braids coming right out of her helmet. The teen grabbed for one, holding the unprotected hair in her hand, a grinning smile threatening to split her face in two. "Oh my stars, what did you do, Hex?"

She followed the braid up to a helmet the blue girl wore, her eyes brimming with delight at Hex's ensemble today. The teen hadn't noticed it before, she had to leave their new shared apartment early this morning, and only now did Daiya realize just how vibrant Hex was for their mission. She giggled while flopping the braid in her hands a few times, slapping it playfully against Hex's armor before she let it go. "You're lucky we're not gonna have CorpSec chasing us up there, you'd be the first one they see."

Hex could only ever blend in a junkyard.

"Oh, you get used to them," Daiya finally managed to reassure her friend, her expression giddy now with a secret on her lips. She leaned close, as if the speakers in Hex's helmet weren't going to pick up the teen whispering into her suit's microphone. "Right up until the moment you have to pee."

She giggled, turning to Brie with her eyes dancing at the scrapper girl. Her best friend knew more than most what it took to stay in a space suit for long periods of time. Her eyes glanced over the new suit on Brie, who had finally upgraded from her old bulky spacesuit after Daiya had pleaded and sent a dozen messages with shopping ideas. The new one suited the older teen's figure a lot better, and Daiya thought she seemed comfortable even while voicing all sorts of questions. "Are you alright? How's the new fishbowl treating you?"

Daiya giggled again until Brie asked about the Squib. The teen glanced back over to the small alien, and if she squinted, the orange junkyard owner almost looked like a fuzzier vulptex. "I dunno who he is," she shrugged and looked back at Brie, "But it looks like we're trusting the little guy with staying alive and getting paid today."

 
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"Chopshop in space. Got potential." Ta large human-looking fellow boasted.

That seemed trending toward positive. Potential was good, right? "What's our cut scrapper?

"Even Stevens!" the Squib answered with a gusto. "After all, I couldn't do this job without all of you. Plus I own the recycling center. That definitely cuts down on costs."

Should he be adding a nominal processing fee on top of his share?

Eh. He was a Squib, not a Hutt. An even distribution was much easier to calculate.

The fox-like alien's ears seemed to almost swivel as his blue eyes moved around at the other faces. Man, was this a human convention or what? Then again, it was Denon. If there was a human capital of the universe, this planet was certainly a contender.

Along with most planets in the universe.

"All right, if there's no other questions, suit up and let's get ready to fly!"
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The Squib had squeezed into a refurbished flitter suit.

These things were never made with tails in mind. Particularly of the plural variety. Ree had a tail stuffed down either leg of the suit. Not exactly comfortable. Significantly less than comfortable actually.

When was someone going to design a space suit for the species whose body shape wasn't the cookie-cutter human normal?

The Squib had loaded those who wanted a ride up to the target aboard the finest piece of Squib engineering this side of the moons of Iego -- the Aluminum Falcon!

Thankfully, the ship had not embarrassed him in front of the humans. The repulsors had actually fired in sequence and the trip into orbit had been textbook. Now, the ship was drifting in wait.

"There they go," the Squib supplied, as a distant, dim flash came and went. "They just fired the rocket engines to propel the hull toward the sun."

Reaching forward, the Squib grabbed hold of the controls.

A starliner was scheduled to be pulling in. Right about...

There it was.

As it passed between the CorpSec monitoring post and the hull, it created a blind spot.

That was the signal. Pushing the ion drive to full, the Squib felt himself pressed into his seat as the ship shot forward. Then, the Squib cut the power. Dark, and hopefully mistaken for a meteor on any CorpSec sensors, the ship was slingshot toward the traveling husk of a star destroyer.

With a few bursts of the maneuvering jets, the Squid angled the ship for approach and entry to the old docking bay. Then, easing into the remains of the ship, dropping the landing gear, and then applied the landing cable.

The was a noticeable drop, followed by a rather hard landing. But it stuck.

"We're here," the Squib noted, popping his helmet on. His ears were immediately squished against his head.

"Plasma torches and detonators are there," Ree supplied, gesturing toward the supplies that were available by the loading ramp.

"Remember, eleven hours starts now."

 
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Tag: Under Foot Under Foot Daiya Daiya Brie Jaxx Brie Jaxx Lilianna L'lerim Lilianna L'lerim Batch Batch Abigail Meredydd Abigail Meredydd
Location: Squib reclamation
Objective: aquire components for home tech construction.

Poor Hex hears voices in her head

Hex speech to others
Hex speech to herself


Hexes inner voices
'...Neutral...'
'...Doubt...'
'...Anger...'

Coloured '.....' are also words that Hex can hear , but I decided not to write them to reduce clutter

Hex looked on as members of the group asked questions, usually the stuff Hex didn't think of, like actually splitting the deal, she was ways the kid, she got what she got and had to like it. She looked across at Lilianna L'lerim Lilianna L'lerim and smiled with recognition at him. She had taken the mission from that cyborg woman, and she had gotten paid for it, he missed out. But she later found out things about the mission, and the target that had made her regret taking it.

'...one word from him and they'll know... you'll be back out on your ass...'

Her smile turned more nervous, she wasnt one to usually care about exactly what she blew up, but she had grown comfortable around her new friends and wasnt ready for them to know that fact that her first mission might screw them over.

''Are you alright?''
"Yeah... I'm just a bit.. yeah, fine" she flicked the blade around on her leg clearly anxious, but she couldn't be the only one. "i like your space suit, it suits you." she added, trying to change the subject.

'...smooth...' Hex widened her eyes and glanced out the corner at where the voice in her head came from.

Feeling a gentle tug as Daiya Daiya grasped one of her braids, she was glad to know she wasn't the only one who was nervous about this mission. There was a warmth in Daiya that Hex was getting used too, and she laughed when her outfit was commented on. "Have you ever tried cramming eight feet of braids into a helmet, this is much more comfortable" she swayed her head and neck slightly, causing the braids to move.

Hex almost blurted out a laugh when Daiya mented the problem needing to pee, "should i be looking out for stains in your old powderpunk suit then?"

It wasnt long before the squibb wrapped up and they were on their way.

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The journey was an uncomfortable one for Hex, she didnt like space travel at the best of times and the fear of what might happen if they were caught did nothing to reduce her anxiety. She looked at Daiya and the others for comfort but didn't relax until the movement reduced and the ship landed aboard their target, she tried not to think about the fact they were still hurtling through space towards a fire death.

Grabbing her kit, Hex stood and looked at the other people about, "so do we have a plan?or just see what happens." Hex knew what she was originally looking for, but things change, and the fact that the ship had been empited buy its owners might make olf droid parts no go. Hex looked out of the loading ramp into the darkness and stepped forward, still on the ramp, but beyond the gravity plating, the was no light, no air and no gravity. She flinched as she spotted one of her braid freely floating out of the corner of her eye and she now knew exactly what Daiya had felt when she was creeper out by the sewers.

'...so how do you and your friends want to die today?...' Hex simply scowled



 
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Jonah Wright-Kala'myr
Mr. Funny T-Shirt Guy, The Golden Boy, Overmind; Information Broker, Nite agent, Anarchist and Future Baron!
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Objective: Maybe a new job?
Location: Squib Reclamation, District 3, Denon
Equipment: Current Attire | OPBC-01m
Tags: Under Foot Under Foot | Hex Hex | Batch Batch | Abigail Meredydd Abigail Meredydd | Brie Jaxx Brie Jaxx | Daiya Daiya | Open
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[ Nice Day ]
"Galactic Common" | <"Galidraani"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
T-shirt Text: "Eat the Corpos!"​

For now, the group seemed normal, at least those ones who were here right now. That big guy was pretty weird, but the girls, except for the blue hair, weren't bad. Jonah grinned; with the exception of the crazy chick and the guy at the employer, there seemed to be no problem with the company. In fact! It was quite to the boy's liking. After all, why would someone go on a mission where money doesn’t interest them? Well, because of the beautiful company. It also fits the university sense and similar young adult things perfectly.

"I'm in!" he said briefly.

Luckily, he didn’t have to go too far to get one and had time for even other things. He didn't really have a gun, just a shocker. Not that it would be such a good solution to be in space with an electric shocker. And a stun pistol. This should be highlighted because the weapon had no other function. No one could be killed with it, just stun them. But it worked well for that. So, at the agreed time, he appeared in the right place.

As for the trip, he hasn’t really spoken to the others yet. Some of them he has already known or seen pictures of them on the circling list. He didn't go there to the seemingly pleasant company because of the blue-haired girl. Needless to say, Jonah was pretty biassed because of the previous ones. He thought the other two girls might be like-minded. So he even had to worry that the others might want to kill him.

It would be sad; he would be quite irreplaceable for the world. If he didn’t exist, he should be discovered or “invented” and the galaxy would be a very poor place. So he had to take care of himself so he wouldn't die.

As for the trip, it was long and boring; not least inconvenient. As a nobleman, Jonah was used to luxury conditions, not such a trip. So he tried to find or make a more comfortable place for himself and sat down there or lay down. Which was more comfortable. He didn’t care if he might be on their way; the others will have to dodge or bypass him.

So while they were travelling, he hadn’t tried to interact with others, yet, for the time being, but rather watched a movie using his biochip, which the AI projected on his retina. When he got bored of it, he listened to music. But he also watched the others discreetly. He wondered what would be revealed about the others. To whom he will be able to join and the like…

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I get an invite to a job courtesy of Daiya Daiya ; she and Batch Batch are the only people here I know. The other Darkwire agents present I had only seen over the CryptNet and ShadowNet. I'm a little late to the party, but I'm not one for preamble anyway-- we can chit-chat and social after we make our score.

Oooo, the Squib. I like his kind. An entire race of furry gear-heads. He's the brains here and the plan is pretty solid. More so than his ship, which somehow manages to get us to the target in one piece...

I brought my standard hacker gear (not that I would need it) but more importantly I brought us some plasticine thermite gel detpacks as well as an array of plasma torches for varied cutting needs. Right now, I'm pretty loaded down with gear so I don't have a blaster, trying to run as light as I can to carry more detonators and charges. But more importantly, a scanner readout with a schematic to locate the optimal blast points for maximum payload.

"Let's get to work." -- sparks plasma cutter to light up a death stogie
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Johnny knew exactly three things;

One - He needed some circuitry and other odds and ends for some personal projects he had brewing back in his little hovel of an apartment back on Nar Shaddaa.

Two - He wanted em'. You know em'. Those sweet, sweet creds, baby!

Three - He was the new blood, so best to keep his mouth shut, speak when spoken to. Makes things go smoother.


That's why he took this gig. That, and after a little prodding by life itself, he needed to get the kark back out into the galaxy. You know, get out there and swing, man. Life's too short for him to stay a hermit. That'll come when he's old and wrinkled. If he ever gets that far. For now, he just kept his mouth shut as the little fox-man squib-dude squeaked on about the gig. Standard fare, nothing he hasdn't heard of before. Kind of a unique situation, but what in his life was honestly common? Except the
spacesuit he wore. More attuned to a pilot than a salvager, but hey, no worries. If need be, there was always the constant companion that is the Force. But of course, around these types, he'd be keeping that on the down-low, if not hidden all together. Never knew with this kind of crew.

No CorpSec, eh? That was good. He still got a hell of a shock during his first run-in with them when he arrived on Dennon. He wasn't really tricked up by any of it, truth be told. Out in meatspace, things were a lot more simpler for him. It was when he was running the net that life went upside-down and all types of excitement played out over those crazed circuits. The beauty of the baud, he always said. Still, for now, he just kept silent, not really saying anything to well... anyone. He figured if they had something to say, they would. He was sticking to his two main objectives. If socializing element reared it's head, well, so be it. But for now, there was tech to be cut out of this hulking beast they just landed on. He even brought his antique
fusion-cutter with him. Good luck charm.


"Wonder if there's any good terminals left. Proper circuits aren't what they used to be these nights..." he muttered under his breath.




 
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Boops: Under Foot Under Foot | Hex Hex | Lilianna L'lerim Lilianna L'lerim | Batch Batch | Brie Jaxx Brie Jaxx | Daiya Daiya | Saija Kwann Saija Kwann | Johnny Diamonds Johnny Diamonds

Objective: Make some credits, preferably don't get sucked into space, don't touch the sun

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The rather uneventful space trip was a perfect opportunity for Abigail to spy on observe some of the others members. She had to admit she knew nothing or dangerously little about almost everyone present, which she felt put her at a large disadvantage.

It seemed like most of the others weren't feeling extremely chatty either, apart from the group of teenagers. Her attention momentarily lingered over one of the members, Lilianna L'lerim Lilianna L'lerim , who seemed to have found a spot on his own. He seemed to be perfectly entertained all by himself, yet Abby couldn't shake the feeling the kid was observing the others as well. Was he as unfamiliar with the others as she was? Abigail had assumed the rest of the members would probably all be known to each other, but maybe she was wrong.

Eventually her attention shifted towards the small group of younger members, who seemed to be happily chatting together. It was kind of adorable, but she couldn't help but find it at least a little bit odd that people so young would be joining them on a mission to space. She occasionally glanced their way as she wondered whether they'd be a liability or not. They looked capable enough, but she still wasn't sure. They were kids!

Sure, Abigail knew she'd done similar things at that age, which was probably like less than a decade ago, but that was totally different. She was never like… that! As far as she was aware, she had always been the 100% mature, super serious soldier she was today.

Abigail was glad there were at least a few others who were older then her, which confirmed she hadn't accidentally stumbled into a daycare.

It wasn't hard to tell whether they'd arrived or not, as the rough landing had made it more than clear. She made sure she wouldn't be the fist one to disembark though, just in case. She wandered over towards the supplies the Squib had brought, taking whatever caught her eye.

When the girl sporting the brightly coloured braids asked for a plan, she stopped to think for a second. Did they have a plan? Like, a real one, besides just "make money, don't die". Probably not.

"I don't think there's some major plan here, no. Just watch your step, I guess", she responded. "Oh, and maybe don't wander off all alone though, just in case", she added with a small smile. "Although if wandering off into the dark is your childhood dream, I'm not stopping you."
 
Brie almost chuckled at Daiya Daiya answering the question, assuming it was for her. She had apparently been busy with her suit, and Brie gave it a quick look before realising that it was good enough for her friend to let it slide. Daiya swore an awful lot, though. Old news, to be honest. The two friends, while Brie nodding in appreciation of Hex's compliment of her suit, had a giggle of delight at the newbies struggling with her spacesuit and the long blue braids sticking out of her helmet. ''Wierd girl'' had a lot to learn, patience being one of those things.

Brie tried to multitask by listening to the squib on his little podium while having an ear spared for the two girls chatting about beside her. However, it didn't take long until she regretted the decision to eavesdrop, her green eyes shooting open as Daiya brought up the matter how hard it was to... well, go to the refresher in a spacesuit!

''EEW!'' Brie screeched in pure shock, not knowing wether she would laugh or just be genuinely disgusted by her friends unfiltered conversation. ''No! NO! You are not going to look into her suit, Hex!'' she uttered firmly but tried to keep the conversation between them, before her eyes were carefully drawn to the suit Hex Hex currently wore. It was then Brie realised that she had completely missed that it was Daiya's old suit. ''Oh my-! It's yours?!'' Brie asked noticeably confused, and threw an equal look of shock at Daiya. ''Wierd girl'' was going to look! As soon as they were done, she was going to look! Brie thought, and slowly took a step away from the girls.

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The flight aboard the ship called the Aluminum Falcon went just fine, at least if Brie spoke for herself. Luckily, it was not Hex that drove this time but their little squib friend, and he did a pretty good job doing that. Brie stood quietly by Daiya and Hex, until they closed in on the target, upon which Brie leant to the side and towards Hex.

''I'm... I'm sorry I shouted at you before...'' she said, feeling a little bad for shouting and possibly hanging the girl out. ''It... It just sounded... You know... wierd to me... You... You wouldn't do that... right?'' Brie explained and seeked confirmation that the blue girl didn't really meant what she said.

 
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Daiya was surprised at how eagerly Hex launched herself toward the awkward opening she'd provided, rather than shying away from the topic of bodily functions. It had given the teen devious satisfaction to see the reaction on her best friend's face, but Hex seemed to take it in stride. Daiya didn't know whether to gasp or giggle at the suggestion, rolling her eyes at the thought of any stains on the inside of her armor suits. She didn't need that going through her head next mission, either.

"Not my old suit," Daiya explained to Brie, waving a hand to dismiss it. She jerked her head toward Hex's new attire, hesitating when her suit's helmet didn't follow her movement as obviously. Using her hand to point instead, the young shadowrunner told the scrapper girl, "My black one isn't rated for space. You remember what happened last time I tried that, on that monster ship?"

Where Daiya had almost frozen solid on that particular adventure, and Brie had nearly been eaten.

"Oh my stars, you scared her away Hex," Daiya waggled her finger, adapting to the limitations of her new suit a little better this time. Then she sighed and went after Brie to make sure the scrapper girl knew that they were just goofing off.

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Daiya spent the flight spent the flight light-headed and more laconic than normal for her, which turned out to be a better experience than most of her trips to space. She hated how the anti-nausea meds left her weak and tired, but the teen hated spending the whole trip staring at the toilet bowl in the refresher. Finding the balance had made the trip actually bearable for her. She swallowed back the flood of saliva in her mouth as the ship settled down on its landing gear, the rocking motion a relief for the teen, who finally allowed herself a smile to celebrate the end of their journey out.

"Hey, these help me on starships." Daiya told Hex when she had finally been able to unbuckle and cross the gap between them. The teen held out a packet with two white pills to her friend, gesturing so that Hex could take them. Daiya hadn't used all of them herself to avoid the extra side effects, swaying ever so slightly as she felt the deck still rocking beneath her. It was worth the minor discomfort on the way back, ff she had known the blue girl had as much trouble with space flight that she did, Daiya would have shared them before they took off. "Then you don't have to be as queasy."

As Brie stepped in to talk to Hex, Daiya turned away to gather the equipment offered by the golden Squib. She pulled the omnicutter from her belt, comparing it with the heavy duty versions available to her today. The young shadowrunner weighed the two choices in her hands while someone else remarked about stepping off into the dark of space. Daiya took an instinctive step back from the loading ramp, turning to cast a very disturbed stare at the woman speaking so casually about twisted childhood dreams.

"You'd really do that?" The teen found herself asking, shaking her head enough so the helmet would follow. Daiya didn't need to look out into space to know how endless it was. Just once had been enough for her, she liked seeing floors under her feet and buildings above her head. Here in space, every turn in the dark could be a step toward monsters or the last step ever taken. "That's kinda heartless, y'know? It's not really hard to keep an eye on each other up here, at least you could make sure they have a buddy to go with."

The young shadowrunner rolled her eyes and turned away as the Squib prepared the ship for vacuum. She hefted the heavier plasma cutter in her hands, and a couple of thermal detonators sat affixed to her utility belt, though Daiya still didn't understand how they would be useful for scrapping. The blasters flanking her sides were much more straightforward, and she kept them unsecured and ready for whatever was out there on the derelict space hulk beyond.

Daiya couldn't fight the darkness of space, but she sure could shoot whatever lurked there.

She stared at the gaping hole left by the loading ramp, holding back as others began to step out of the Aluminum Falcon. Daiya knew they were only here for some scrap metal, or circuits, or whatever other chit the Squib directed them to grab. She could handle an easy, clean scrapping mission, all she had to do was follow directions and copy what the Squib or Brie did. So why was her stomach already in her throat?

"Feth it!" Daiya stepped toward the ramp.

 
“Ugh.”

Never fly with two hours of sleep and caffeine in your body. Samnai was quickly learning the lesson as they stepped out of the ship, staring dead-eyed at the ruined star destroyer. She eyed Daiya handing out her anti-nausea meds to her friend, and wished she had remembered to pack some too.

Remembering her humiliating police chase from last week and the need for money powered her through as they walked into the destroyer. It was just black darkness inside—Samnai leaned over to peer at the walls she knew she was touching, to no avail. Once they get further inside she would have to activate her glowrod.

“Just take what’s worth some money and go,” She muttered to herself.

 



Tag: Under Foot Under Foot Daiya Daiya Brie Jaxx Brie Jaxx Lilianna L'lerim Lilianna L'lerim Batch Batch Abigail Meredydd Abigail Meredydd
Location: Squib reclamation
Objective: aquire components for home tech construction.

Poor Hex hears voices in her head

Hex speech to others
Hex speech to herself


Hexes inner voices
'...Neutral...'
'...Doubt...'
'...Anger...'

Coloured '.....' are also words that Hex can hear , but I decided not to write them to reduce clutter

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"Wouldn't do what? Go rummaging looking for stains? Who knows? Maybe? No? I'm good!" she grinned at the girl in the fish bowl helmet as they entered deeper into the ship. She thought she liked Brie, but was still sizing her up, girl was very protective of her friend Daiya, and seemed to look at Hex as if she was odd. "I peed before I got on board" she said very fact of a matter as if that was what normal people told each other.

'...can we trust her?...' Hex felt her eyes drawn to Abigail Meredydd Abigail Meredydd
"Probably not, theres two people here i trust and one of them is us...'
'...just watch your back...'
"mhm"


She looked at Daiya Daiya and Brie Jaxx Brie Jaxx who would clearly have seen her have her conversation to herself but whether they heard was down to whether their comm was open. She was glad now though that the anti-nausea meds were taking effect and she felt a little better. She would need to thank her later with a drink, if they survived. She possibly made a mistake having her braids sticking out of her helmet as the whipped through the air, clocking her friend as she turned her head, using hand gestures to point to a sign that read ..roid se.vice dep.rtm..t It might be stripped bare by now, but there may be a few crates of spare parts that were too cumbersome to get off. Either way they could always just steel the hull plating regardless where they were in the ship so it might as be where Hex wanted to look.

'...you should talk to him, if he thinks your a friend, he might not stitch us up...'

She nodded and approached Lilianna L'lerim Lilianna L'lerim "Hey, you were on the elevator with Hacks right? You don't say much? I'm Hex, I don't remember if I told you that last time, I might, but its still true." she held out her hand and there was a smile on her face as she tried to look sweet, she couldnt pull it off well.


 
"Remember, eleven hours starts now."

Time was short for the intrepid band of Darkwire shipbreakers, armed with salvaging equipment and an unhealthy sense of distrust for one another. In the hangar bay of the Tron-class star destroyer Actuarium, the mood was even more depressed. Bare structural beams all stood exposed, with holes mapping out where the lines of the bay's ventilation and other specialized equipment once hung. Flanking the gaping maw of the hangar bay opening, two panels of the hull were missing on either side, somehow important enough to be removed while nearby pieces remained intact.

"Would you look at that hack-job!" the Squib exclaimed, pointing out the glaring omission in the hull plating removal. An expert might have seen what he did, a scanner definitely would. "They removed whole impervium plates here, probably with the highest concentration of ersteel, and then left most of the secondary plates with lower concentrations of it. Praise the efficiency of Corpo bean counters!"

He went on like that around the rest of the hangar bay, pointing out places where platinum wiring in electrical boxes, plasteel molding around door frames, or carbonite coating of a control room's viewport window were left intact. The Squib led a few into the neighboring corridor to point out other scrapping opportunities, waving one golden hand in the direction of engineering with a confident guess on infinium down that-a-way. His tails displayed the most excitement at the droid service department, eagerly encouraging someone to check it out for a mother-lode worth of fiber-optic cabling still in the walls, even if most of the actual equipment was already removed.

As the shadowrunners-turned-salvagers got to work, cutting or detonating as needed, the silent darkness beyond the hangar bay's opening shifted ever so slightly.

Easy to dismiss as just a hazard of the vessel's kick-started drift into the B-type star Den, where it would make its fiery entry into oblivion.

Or perhaps one of their space-addled minds had truly succumbed to the abyss found deep in the Black.

It certainly couldn't have been the approach of another group who had managed to catch wind of the CAD battlecruiser's decommissioning, hell-bent on fulfilling their own designs upon the husk of Corpo ingenuity...or anyone found inside of it.

Right?

(OOC: Under Foot Under Foot used with permission)
 
Jonah Wright-Kala'myr
Mr. Funny T-Shirt Guy, The Golden Boy, Overmind; Information Broker, Nite agent, Anarchist and Future Baron!
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Objective: Maybe a new job?
Location: Squib Reclamation, District 3, Denon
Equipment: Current Attire | OPBC-01m
Tags: Under Foot Under Foot | Hex Hex | Batch Batch | Abigail Meredydd Abigail Meredydd | Brie Jaxx Brie Jaxx | Daiya Daiya | Saija Kwann Saija Kwann | Johnny Diamonds Johnny Diamonds | Samnai Rouber Samnai Rouber | Open
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[ Nice Day ]
"Galactic Common" | <"Galidraani"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
T-shirt Text: "Eat the Corpos!"​

The journey was quite calm and uneventful; but at least Jonah was able to finish the movie he wanted. When they were nearby, he put on his own space outfit and then put on his helmet. It could now be in space for the next roughly twelve hours. He didn't really need more than that. He still didn't have weapons; his greatest weapon is his mind anyway. And now he wanted to get information from the ship here rather than gather any metals.

He didn't need it, but the information was always helpful. Information was power; and Jonah knew that very well.

However, when he could finally get out of the ship and head for the next one, the blue-haired girl noticed and got to know him. And she even came to him. Jonah looked down at her hand and then looked up at her with a grimace. He didn't reach for her hand. Ironically, he still didn’t know the girl was his cousin.

"Yes I remember. You're the one who committed a mass murder for two hundred credits." he said in an astringent voice, but loud enough for others to hear.

He actually kept his own life longer than dying because of this crazy, lunatic girl.

"So… what if you and your killer friends like you would go right and I would go left. Or vice versa, the point is we'll have to go in different directions." he told her.

So in light of that, Jonah is going to wait to see where the girls are going, and then he'll head in the exact opposite direction…

This will probably be the best.

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Brie remembered the mission Daiya Daiya referred to. It could have been the end for both of them, if they had not kept each others back. Brie felt a chill run down her spine when she thought of it, but she were forced to quell the feeling quickly as they approached their destination.

The continuation of her and Hex's conversation, or more precisely; Hex's further answers, were - not surprisingly - still odd. Brie tried not to think of the way too much information she had just received from the girl, trying not to make a memory that she had ever been given the information about Hex's refresher habits. Of course, it was futile trying to fight your own mind. This time though, she kept the sizing up to a minimum, giving her just a slight frown. After all, everyone of the ragtag group assembled on the transport had their own wierd traits.

''I like your hair... It has a nice color.'' Brie said sincerely, and returned the girls smirk and the compliment from before about her suit. Odd could actually be pretty fun, too.

A dark haired and noticeably older woman in the group stood out with a rather callous comment, which felt mostly directed to the youngsters of them. Brie had sensed her rather judging looks of preconception towards her and her friends, but Daiya were the one to comeback at the woman. Brie settled with trying to serve the woman a disgruntled look, which unfortunately turned into one of mostly discomfort. Brie turned her gaze forward again. She were done with wandering in the dark. Life had become brighter since meeting such a good friend in Daiya, and finally being gifted with finding her sister Ruby Jaxx Ruby Jaxx . No, the woman were wrong. Brie only hoped that woman were more empathic than her words gave away.

As the transport sat down in the hangar bay and the sound of its thrusters became silent, Brie readied herself and checked the tools in her belt and breathing device on her suit. Everything was good to go. She were good to go doing what she had done countless of times, and in high spirits she joined Daiya on her way down the ramp. That was until words reached her from behind. Words that made her freeze in her tracks and turn around wondering if she had heard right or if there was something wrong with her helmets sound receptors.

''Uhh- Mass what?!'' she uttered with a gulp, looking between the boy and Hex.

 

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