Welcome Aboard -- Journey to the Centre of the Galaxy

[Kirie]

CENTARES
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Karr's Bar and Grill.
1301 hours.
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Kit twiddled her thumbs, draining the last few dregs of the sweet drink she'd ordered a few minutes prior. It was a sunny day in Muracie, capital of Centares. The jungles surrounding the city were a vibrant shade of green, and scattered clouds lumbered their way across the bright blue sky like drifting clouds of cotton. The bar in which she sat was nicer than she was accustomed to, with quality furnishings and tasteful decor. The air inside the room was relaxed, smiling waitstaff delivered exotic meals to eager tourists. In the corners, regulars slouched in their seats, some with cigarras in their mouth, others chatting quietly with each other. She pulled up her datapad, it was the scheduled meeting time. Hopefully everyone had found their way here without to much trouble.

She'd chosen Karr's Bar and Grill for that reason, it was only a few minutes away from the Muracie spaceport, and easy to locate at the edge of a busy tourist plaza. She was sat in the centre of the room, sitting alone at the largest table in the bar. She felt as if she were sitting at a table meant for wookies. The thought made her smile.

The reason she was here thrilled her. Every time she thought of it her stomach bubbled with sheer excitement. Today was the day she would meet her crew. They consisted of volunteers of every creed and from every corner of the Galaxy, each one with a particular skillset. They numbered 12 souls, a small number to some, but it meant the world to Kit. Their objective was the Galactic Centre, the supermassive black hole that lay at the heart of the entire Galaxy. Though probes had recorded it, never in recorded history had a sentient directly observed the Galactic Centre.

Now, they had been given the opportunity. The Mara-Perlemian Trade council, native to her home world of Centares, had agreed to sponsor a mission to investigate the Galactic Centre. The journey would be fraught with danger, but Kit had faith they would all return as heroes. Today was a meet-and-greet for the crew. So that everyone could get acquainted with each other, and also get an idea what exactly they'd be doing. A few weeks from now, the MPTC would make good on their promise to deliver her a ship capable of braving the intense conditions near the black hole, then they would depart.

A bell tinkled as the door swung open, and Kit arched her back and looked around, trying to get a look at who'd walked in.

[member="Zai Avery"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Arutha"] | [member="Ay Ge"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Ronin Naara"] | [member="Zaimur Saxon"] | [member="FN-2826"] | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] | [member="D'vok Windroamer"] | [member="Kerx Zyron"]​

OOC info:

Spoiler

Hi everyone, this marks the first chapter of the Journey to the Centre of the Galaxy campaign. Posting here should be pretty cruisy, just check in with your character and say hello, if you want to chat to the other crew or ask a question, go right ahead.

Crew Status:

Spoiler

Crew Manifest​

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[member="Zai Avery"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Kit Caraway"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Noah Corek"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Arutha"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Ay Ge"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Itash Mecetti"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Ronin Naara"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Zaimur Saxon"] -- Healthy​

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[member="FN-2826"], "Tempest" -- Healthy​

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[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] -- Healthy​

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[member="D'vok Windroamer"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Kerx Zyron"] -- Healthy​

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[Luther Lewis]

OOC:

Spoiler

Seeing as I didn't get a chance to post to the LFG, here is my application:

Name: Avery, Zai
Age: 21
Faction: N/A
Skills/Expertise: Advanced Engineering, Adept Vehicle Handling, Average Piloting Skill.

Zai rushed out of the spaceport, an eager smile spread across his face. His haste was caused partly by an urge to get some fresh air, partly because of excitement for the upcoming expedition. But mostly because he was trying to escape from the authorities.

He had snooped around the engine bay of the transport that carried him. Security was lax, and it had been easy to sneak in while everyone was getting off the ship. Much to his disappointment, the ship was propelled by an off-brand model of a decent engine line. And in poor repair at that. One of the engineers found him and was very upset, though not as upset as he was when Zai grabbed some tools and fled. Zai figured that such nice tools shouldn't be in the hands of such incompetent engineers. Plus, the tools would come in handy while they were deep in uncharted territory.

He had already lost the guards in the milling crowd and it was only a few quick turns down an alleyway and he was completely safe. He admired his prize, feeling a small pang of guilt. "God, I'm really a troublesome terror, aren't I?" He laughed, but cut himself off as his mouth filled with a sour taste. He couldn't keep up like this, on the run from the First Order, stealing and taking odd jobs. What would his Ma and Pa think. "Time for a fresh start" he told himself. Yes, a fresh start; and what better place to start than the heart of the galaxy...

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He pushed open the door, and staggered back as he absorbed the atmosphere. He had been on the run for six months and had spent a good deal of time away from bars (and the bounty hunters who frequent them). The low rumble of voices filled his ears just as heady smell of alcohol, mixed with the smell of aromatic food, tickled his nose. He stood, enraptured, until the maître d' cleared his throat.

"Oh" Zai said, his senses reverting back to reality. "[member="Kit Caraway"] table, thanks". The man bowed, a little annoyed, and escorted him to the table. The table was colossal and Zai, being quite small, felt like a child sitting in his parent's seat. He sat down and his eyes swept over what would be his future Captain. She looked.. normal. He realized that, for such an exotic and dangerous mission, he had expected a weird and eccentric character as his leader. Like a haughty ex-admiral or a grizzled salvager with a salt-and-pepper beard. Unsurprisingly, it reassured him to know he would serve under someone who would be much more rational. Or so he hoped.

"Hi, I'm Zai" he said, reaching across the table to shake Kit's hand. He settled in his seat and grabbed the menu. He browsed the main courses while he waited for the others to arrive.

 

[Ay Ge]

Was is hot and humid, Ay did not now nor did she care, the weather was of no importance to her unless it posed an effect one the current objective at hand, on that simply involved making her way to some bar called Karr's Bar and Grill. Walking slowly out of the space port the pale woman took not of her surroundings, compared to the usual dirty and grimy back streets of lower city streets this was s fresh change. Not that is presented any enjoyable feeling more so in a statistical sense she had less change of being attacked or catching some deadly illness, as for why the experimental assassin was here?

Well one had to make a living in the galaxy somehow, Ay needed food, clothing and a place to stay in order to stay functioning, unfortunately the only thing she was really go at was killing people, though not a bad skill set to have, their was a slight catch. Ay was hypothetically on the run, not so much for people following her, more of trying to remained un-noticed in the grand scheme of the galaxy, why though? Ay had more done to her then simple cybernetics enhancement she was also unnaturally force sensitive, apart of the project she was in that attempted to produce man made force users.

Though Ay was confident the Lab she had escaped was not more, being the one who had lead to its destruction upon escaping, but if certain factions like the Sith discovered her, their was not telling how it would affect the current wars going on. That's why [member="Kit Caraway"] seemed like a most logical choice, a small crew exploring the galaxy, away from civilization as well as several people she had met before deciding to join up. While waling towards the bar though Ay was almost pushed to the side as a boy ran past, making his way inside the fancy bar, promptly followed by the emotionless assassin herself.

"I am here to see Kit Caraway" she stated rather bluntly, keeping an eye on her new employer and the strange boy who had run past. From what she knew the kid was not apart of the sign up scheme, was he a last minute addition, or a back up in case someone did not make it. As the boy reached across the table Ay made her way towards the two, her custom made sword and replica energy bow holstered/sheathed on her back, "Presumption, you must be Kit Caraway, I am Ay Ge, it is a pleasure to meet you".

[member="Zai Avery"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

OOC:

Spoiler

Same as Avery!

Name: Lord Itash of House Mecetti.
Age: Late 20s, Early 30s
Faction: Credits.
Skills/Expertise: His words. His looks. The Force.

Spoiler

They had declined his suggestion to include at least half a dozen battle-hardened Thyrsians into the crew. With a crew consisting of as many allegiances as there were galactic nations, it only made sense to have at least a few neutral-aligned soldiers backing the captain, if some kind of conflict would ensue. Declined. Itash had just shrugged and decided it wasn't worth the effort to protest. As long as this trip was profitable, then it didn't really matter to him if they wanted extra back-up or not.

Didact would get ahead either way.

But he would be royally pissed if they were facing a mutiny. That was a thing for the future though. He wandered his way into Karr's Bar and Grill with practiced casual slowness. It was the walk of a nobleman, who was used to being waited upon.

The fact that only two others had joined Kit's table and that he wasn't the last to enter damaged that image just a bit.

"Caf, please." He'd ask after strolling over to the bar and flagging down the 'keep. "No sugar, but blue milk is always appreciated." A smile, dashing and bright, to the female 'keep. Karr's wife maybe- if only they hadn't been on a schedule. The smile she flashed him back told tales. Now with a hot cup of caf in hand he settled himself next to Caraway. "Lord Itash, House Mecetti." The greeting came belatedly after a sip from his caf and the meeting of their expecting eyes on him.

They, too, received a bright smile.

"Quite the troupe here."

[member="Ay Ge"] | [member="Zai Avery"] | [member="Kit Caraway"]​

 

[Arutha]

Arutha was whispering to himself, documenting words of woe and hardship to a datapad. He hadn't always been the poet type but he'd recently taken to it over the last couple of months after a stint of heartbreak. Neon lights danced around him in the red light district and he held a bottle of red lazily from his left hand, grip tight around the neck as he took the occasional swig. He always enjoyed the cheap desert wines, they tasted sweet and were easy on the bank. He didn't need much else in life.

He brushed past the odd passerby but otherwise the streets weren't all that busy at this time of day, at least not in this part of the city. His datapad pinged and alerted him that the meeting was coming up. He hailed down a hovercab and took a seat in the back. "Eh, you can't bring that with you," the driver called out, Arutha didn't need to ask what. He pressed the bottle to his lips and quickly downed the last half of the wine and tossed it into the gutter. "Karr's Bar & Grill, please," Arutha said and reclined into his chair, fixing the safety belt across his chest.

Arutha was wearing a Firaxan Gsuit. It was an all-white uniform with black trimming, as per his request when he ordered the single shipment of the suit. Long sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows and trousers that tucked neatly around his boots. His brown hair was unkempt but naturally stylish thanks to his thick cowlick. His facial hair had accumulated a few weeks of growth since his last shave. He kept a small J1 in his pocket for good luck.

As the hovercab pulled up Arutha swiped his datapad and paid the fee. He gave the driver a wave of thanks and goodbye and proceeded for the entrance to the diner. Once inside it was easy to spot the table reserved for the team and he waved away the assistance of the doorman. "I'm good, thanks," Arutha dismissively told him and beelined for the bar. Arutha ordered an ice blaster, a cocktail made with Sullustan gin, and made a move for the table. "Arutha present," he announced himself and took a seat.

 

[Arutha]

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[St0rmSlaSh]

Kerx turned every control off of his ship and opened the ramp down into the hangar of the space port. He put on his mask after he was sure the ship was completely free of any vermits lurking within The Justifier. He got his pistol and slipped it into his holster as he went down the exit ramp. He gotta admit, the spaceport was nicer than anything he had seen in a long time. Every worker was in uniform and they were seen to look decent too. The spaceport staff walked and sprinted in every direction, trying to keep up with everyone coming into Centares.

As the bounty hunter sauntered into the hallway to get out of the space port, he saw some kid running past him. Kerx questioned himself on the matter but probably just estimated that the kid was on the mission to journey to the centre of the galaxy. The hunter lit a cigarette and inserted it into his mouth. He blew some smoke out and some Rodian lady scowled at him.

"You think I give a damn if you get in the way of the smoke."

The alien woman gasped and paced away from Kerx. He didn't feel bad about what he said. If you can't take the smoke, get outta my way. That's all there was to it. Personally, Kerx loved smoking because he didn't have to take his mask off. His mask was built out of a special material that allowed anything to go inside of it like when you punch a hologram.

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Kerx opened the door to the bar and noticed species of all different kinds drinking and mingling. He had to admit the bar was nice for someone like himself. He was not used to this kind of atmosphere unless you were at someplace like Coruscant or Canto Bight. By this time around, Kerx was already on his third cigarette since his merry trip from the port. He looked towards the host and told him who he was seeing.

"I am here to see Kit Caraway."

The host looked at his mask, seemingly terrified of the red eye that stared the fancy man down. Kerx flexed his hand and the host finally escorted the hunter to his employer. On the dot, Kerx could see [member="Ay Ge"]. Both of them had met when they were in that cell together. It was quite a funny story but would be told years later if he felt up to it. Either that or Ay would probably tell it.... Nah. She's too Serious for that kind of thing.

The bounty hunter sat down next to Ay Ge, he made sure to greet her before he moved on to his employer.

"Hey. How are you?"

He made sure to give her time to respond before moving on to Kat Caraway.

"Kerx Zyron. I'm the bounty hunter who'll accompany on the mission."

He looked to everyone else who joined at the table. He did not greet them but rather gazed at them to catch the type of people they are. From what Kerx could tell, nothing seemed to be a problem. After all, he really had no quarrel with any faction in the Galaxy. He had a run in with most of them over his career so he knew them pretty well and what kind of people are in them. With all of these organizations, it made Kerx feel kind of left out but not in the underground ring. He was the Whispering Death. People feared him. That's all he needed to get somewhere in life. Fear.

[member="Arutha"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Ay Ge"] | [member="Zai Avery"] | [member="Kit Caraway"]​

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah sighed as he walked into the bar and surveyed the scene. It was your standard bar and grill, nothing special just a bar and some tables and booths spread out across the floor so people could sit and eat and talk somewhere marginally private. Walking over to the bar Noah flagged down the bartender, a pretty Zeltron who looked like she was entering her early thirties. "What can I get your sweetheart?" She asked smiling as she leaned into the bar, fluttering her eyelashes as Noah expected. Zeltrons, they were easy to predict, well except for a few. "A pint of Fondorian Ale would be great." Noah informed her as he put a twenty credit chip down on the counter. Swiping the chip.

Turning around while the bartender went to get his drink Noah observed the bar with a keen eye. After nearly half a minute of observing Noah found his table. Currently seated at it were a few interesting people.

His eyes first fell on the proprietor of the job, [member="Kit Caraway"]. Noah had read up on her, explorer by trade she was hired by the MPTC to do this job.

Next was [member="Zai Avery"], like he had on everyone else he had read up on him as well, having a good deal of friends in the SIS paid off in full. Explorer as well he was currently running from the First Order and after reading the reports on him Noah had full on laughed, he reminded him of himself if he was eighteen years younger.

[member="Ay Ge"], now that girl was a mystery, no one knew where she came from, hell they didn't even know her age or race, and that was something Noah hated, an unknown.

[member="Itash Mecetti"] was a peculiar person in Noah's eyes, former Noble who was exiled after a failed coup but instead of being executed he was exiled, Noah couldn't decide which was worse for him though.

[member="Arutha"], a cartographer, was for sure a must on a exploratory mission like this.

Finally [member="Kerx Zyron"]. Ah, the famous Whispering Death, being a mercenary by trade Noah was well aware of this man before he even read his SIS dossier, if he had to watch anyone on this mission it'd be him.

Finally the bartender returned with his pint and set it down behind him before tapping his shoulder. Noah had knew she was there, every being the ripe age of thirty-nine hadn't dulled his senses if anything they had heightened them. Though being half Morellian he wasn't really that old he was a good decade or decade and a half away from being middle aged. Picking up the glass Noah walked over to the table and slid out a chair before popping down in it. "Evening ladies and gents. Noah Corek, mercenary at your service."

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok yawned, walking into the establishment. He remembered to look around for the people he was supposed to meet as he approached the bar. It was rather difficult, but his eyes eventually settled on a table full of what looked like mercenaries and adventurers. He took a mental note before turning towards the bar. He placed a 10 credit chip on the table and ordered a Corellian Whiskey. The barkeep took the money and made his drink. D'vok watched the table, trying to figure everyone out in his head. when he heard the clink of a glass hitting the bar, he quickly grabbed it, took a sip, and moved to the table. He took a seat at an empty chair, and sipped his drink again.
"Hiya. I'm D'vok. I'm here for the thing. You guys are here for that too I'm guessing, right?"
He looked around the table.

 

[Hyben Trasse]

Ronin landed his starfighter in the landing area the starport had assigned to him as he was coming in for a landing. He hoped that [member="Kit Caraway"] 's expedition ship had a hangar. He didn't have enough credits left to pay to store his fighter for however long this expedition was going to take. Ironically, that was because he had just purchased the damn thing. Well, it was a nice ship. The problem was that it had completely drained Ronin's bank account. Five years working at a starport and smuggling, and he was able to afford one starship. To be fair he had been a minor for most of that time.

Ronin looked out of the starfighter's cockpit into the starport. He should probably go to the cantina now. Ronin yawned, then opened the fighter's cockpit. He stood up and stretched, removing his light jacket from the back of his seat and putting it on. He grabbed his blaster rifle and hydrospanner from the floor, clipping the blaster to the right side of his waist and the spanner on the left. He put on his backpack, filled with what one would expect from your typical spacefarer: extra ammo, basic repairs kit, rations, flashlight. He quickly checked to make sure it was all there, noting that his Scout Rifle was strapped to the side as well. He put on his pack and jumped out of the fighter. The cockpit closed and he started to walk away, to pay for his spot. He was not going to have his new spaceship towed.

With that out of the way, Ronin set off towards the cantina that had been designated for their meeting. As he approached it, he remembered that he had run out of thermal detonators, and made a mental note to get some more. He was surprised that he was able to function normally without the knowledge that he could cause an explosion whenever he wanted.

He entered the cantina and got the attention of one of the workers.

"Hey, you know where Kit Caraway is?"

"O, yea! 'e's over dere!"

"Right, thanks--"

Ronin made his way over to the indicated table. A man holding a pint of ale was the first to notice his approach, and by the time he had gotten to the table, all eyes were upon him. 7 pairs of them. Apparently he had not been early. Ronin pulled out a chair and sat down, resting one of his arms on the back of the chair and the other on the table.

"Name's Ronin Naara. I my specialties are flying things and shooting things. Also fixing, I guess. If you're wondering, I owe allegiance to no faction, though I suppose that's going to be all of us for a while."

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

For treatment? To work together? Or, had I just seen him?

Ae'sona was presently standing outside, leaning back against a structural pillar across the plaza from the Bar and Grill in-question, wracking her brain as she waited for [member="FN-2826"]. Where had she met him? She vaguely remembered the number. Wait...and a nickname went along with it. What was--?

To be completely honest, she was fairly confident that this [member="Kit Caraway"] would be at least somewhat​ perturbed by the preposition the doctor had come ready to make. Need convincing. That would be fine, of course, as she had a good enough--she hoped--rationale.

It'd be difficult for her to learn a completely new system in about a week or so. So, she had brought along one of her handheld medscanners and a drive stick, both programmed with First Order medical layout schemes. She would make the point if she had to (which probably, she would) great lengths to disconnect her equipment for this trip from their respective servers. No information would be sent anywhere. Doctor Terrani was just something of a Luddite for technology with which she was not familiar.

Other than those two things, a small medkit was at her belt, unmarked, and her stethoscope slung around her neck, a doctor's scarf. She had taken off her leather jacket, purchased for this venture in particular, and had tied it around her waist to reveal a sleeveless, grey top.

 

[Huxy]

Equipment:
"Deep Fryer" Rifle
P-23 Pistol
Ballistic Knife

Tempest had been assigned to.....a unique mission. He wasn't unfamiliar to escort and guarding missions...though this wasn't like one of those. Well, he supposed he was meant to help protect [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"], though that wasn't his absolute primary objective he had been given by the First Order. Temp hadn't been filled in on all of the information of his mission...that had been given to the Doctor. Though he knew the basis, and that was all that he needed to know. The mission, or at least the part he was informed of, was quite simple. One, protect the Doctor...with his life if necessary. She was worth a lot to the First Order, at least Tempest assumed. Though, they were all worth a lot to the First Order, in the eyes of Tempest at least. He didn't know what the hierarchy of the First Order thought about random soldiers like him, though he didn't much care. Back to the mission. Two, get as much information as possible on the Galactic Centre to help further the progress and glorious work of the triumphant First Order. There was most likely a secret objective of some sort that Temp hadn't been informed about, at least that's what he believed.

His main objective, at the moment, was to find the doctor. Someone he could've sworn that he had worked with before recently on a mission of some sort. Though, it would be easier for Temp to remember who she was exactly once he had seen her face. Tempest walked through the plaza calmly, his eyes subtly darting every way to watch for any potential enemies along with his ally. Such was the way he had been trained, always watch for enemies and never let your guard down. Tempest wore something casual for this mission, he didn't want unneeded attention directed his way or unneeded trouble as well. He wore a glove on his right hand, as to help hide his serial number from the others. He didn't want people asking him questions, Temp wanted to stay as low profile as possible. Along with that, he wore his dog tags slung around his neck. Sure they weren't needed, though Temp enjoyed having them around, he thought they brought him good luck.

The eyes of Tempest finally fell upon the Doctor and he made his way in her direction He gave her a small nod to signify it was him who she was meeting. "Dr. Aes'ona, a pleasure to meet you. I'm FN-2826...well Tempest if you prefer. So...what are we exactly trying to do here?"

[member="Kit Caraway"]

 

[Kirie]

Kit gave her warmest smile as the group began to file in. They were an odd bunch, but they would do the job. Most had arrived by now, but 3 had yet to join them. The first to arrive had been [member="Zai Avery"]. He would be their engineer for the mission. The young man had been in some trouble with the law, which was not ideal, but that sort of stuff was to be expected with this kind of work. Zai was followed by [member="Ay Ge"]. She was skilled at close combat, an important thing in a Galaxy full of pirates. Though, when they weren't in danger she'd have to find other ways to assist the crew, mainly cooking and cleaning, and some maintenance.

The third person to arrive was [member="Itash Mecetti"]. Another combat expert that would need to learn to pull his weight. These were the people she had the most doubt about. The specialists could generally be trusted to perform their duties, but the soldiers and mercenaries sometimes felt above the common work needed to keep a ship running. Hopefully this crew would prove that stereotype wrong. Mecetti was followed in by [member="Arutha"], the cartographer. He'd be a vital addition to the crew if they were to navigate beyond the range of standard maps. After the cartographer came [member="Kerx Zyron"], a bounty hunter and the first of the crew's two pilots. He was a known face in the bounty hunting community, and could be trusted to do his job well.

[member="Noah Corek"] was the eldest of their party, a quality that Kit had come to value. In the Spacing community, age meant experience, and levelheadedness, a vital strength on a dangerous trip such as this. Their second pilot was [member=D'vok Windroamer"], he would rotate with Zyron, so that they would need only minimal breaks on their trip. Next came [member="Ronin Naara"]. He was in many ways the perfect crew member. An all-rounder with experience in flying, mechanics and combat, he'd be perfect to assist the specialists, pilots, and mechanics.

Standing up, Kit cleared her throat and addressed the party. "Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the adventure of a lifetime. We're still waiting on a few people, so once they arrive I'll give the briefing. For now, introduce yourself and start getting to know people. After all, you'll be up close and personal with them before you know it."

Spoiler

Crew Manifest​

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[member="Zai Avery"] -- Healthy​

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Kit Caraway -- Healthy​

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[member="Noah Corek"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Arutha"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Ay Ge"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Itash Mecetti"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Ronin Naara"] -- Healthy​

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[member="Zaimur Saxon"] -- Healthy​

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[member="FN-2826"], "Tempest" -- Healthy​

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[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] -- Healthy​

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@D'vok Windroamer -- Healthy​

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[member="Kerx Zyron"] -- Healthy​

 

[The Count]

"You little schutta!"

Yells of anger and confusion trailed after one Zaimur Saxon, in nothing but his breeches, as he dashed out of what he now knew as the captain's quarters, within which he had apparently charged up the loading ramp of the captain's wife. The ex-Mandalorian dodged a blaster bolt that was meant for his head and rushed through the corridors of the freighter, at one point finding himself running across the cool, durasteel ground of the starport. He didn't stop until he entered one of the terminal's bathrooms, locking himself in a stall to sling his clothes back on.

Zaimur had booked a spot on a freighter that was taking passengers and cargo to Centares, and during dinner one night everybody had a little too much to drink and well, things went South real fast. Anyway, now that the man had escaped Captain Blaster-rifle, he could make it to a place called 'Karr's Bar and Grill' to meet with the rest of the expeditionary team he signed up for. A quick stroll up to the help desk for directions to the restaurant and a swift pat-down of his jacket and pants to make sure that everything was there, and he was off on his way.

He wasn't as used to social places as the next guy, as most of his work took place in a dark room alone and staring at a screen, but he had to admit it did feel a bit home-y to him. He glanced around the crowd and finally spotted who he wanted, [member="Kit Caraway"], sitting at a table with a few other people who he didn't recognize yet, prompting him to walk up with a minor amount of swagger in his gait. "Hey, guys. Sorry for being late." He started, smiling sheepishly with one of his hands up in a half-hearted wave.

"The name's Zaimur, pretty good slicer. Though I doubt you'll be needing much of that, unless you want me to hack the Centre, so I'll just do some data keeping." The man sat down at the table when he was done, hopefully next to Kit as she was the only person he knew from the Trade Council, and perused the menu before ordering a cup of caf and a nosh.

[member="Zai Avery"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Arutha"] | [member="Ay Ge"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Ronin Naara"] | [member="FN-2826"] | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] | [member="D'vok Windroamer"] | [member="Kerx Zyron"]​

 

[Hyben Trasse]

"Hey there Zaimur, name's Ronin Naara." Ronin gave [member="Zaimur Saxon"] a once over. "Hmm, a good slicer you say. I wonder, could you teach me a bit of that? One of my friends told me I ought to learn how, but I've never met anyone good at it. Eh, if we have time" A rather interesting prospect, and hopefully something that would in fact occur. His friend [member="Mereel Vaun"] who Ronin had met during his brief tenure as a smuggler had said something about him learning slicing.

Ronin turned back towards everyone assembled. "Say, I don't think it matters in space, but are any of you force users? I am not, if my armament did not make that clear enough." Ronin preferred it when people he didn't completely trust were normal people. Much easier to deal with for someone with blasters. Well, a blaster, his scout rifle was a slugthrower.

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OOC: note that while Ronin should technically be a near perfect all rounder, I rarely let things go well for him, because I hate playing strong characters. I'll try to only have things be that way when Ronin is the only one that's affected though. (that's usually what happens anyways)

 

[Ay Ge]

Ay sat quickly at the table as she waited the other crew members, hands neatly folded in her lap and legs crossed, not making eye contact with those present, just simply waiting not really one to get board or inpatient. In no time though several more people entered the fancy bar, the first two being more mature men, [member="Itash Mecetti"] and [member="Arutha"], the former being a noble of some sorts who had invested in the trip a bit, the latter and explorer of sort, but that was the extent of her knowledge on the two.

Though the next arrival was some she knew, [member="Kerx Zyron"], or silent whisper as he was more commonly known, was an odd man in her books, their first meeting the man calling her sweetheart and other names that were used for people in romantic relationships. Another thing that Ay knew about the man was what his face looked like, something that he had been quite instant on her keeping secret, why, it was unknown but she had promised him regardless.

[member="Noah Corek"] was someone she knew quite a lot about, the man having a rather impressive military record, she would not have been surprised if her former owners had at one point designated him as a target. @D'vok Windroamer though was quite the opposite, nothing coming to mind as her emotionless red eye observed him, not that it mattered. [member="Ronin Naara"] on the other hand was, well a nobody as well, but Ay had seen him on the same ship she had met Krex, at the most it was a familiar face with a personality she knew attached to it, but nothing more.

[member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] and [member="FN-2826"] shared similar view though, the First Order was one of the factions she wanted to avoid at all cost. Though only a trooper and from what she knew about the doctor a sort of traveling practitioner willing to help out anyone, just their alignment alone put Ay on edge, that being said until they acted out of line the assassin would treat them no differently from anyone else.

[member="Zaimur Saxon"] was the last to arrive, a hacker and not much else to her knowledge, probably more trust worthy then the First Order people, but she was not going to let the man poke around her cybernetics anytime soon. With that the whole crew was here, plus a few other, minus some members that did not seem to make it. She was content to sit in silence and let everything run its course, until [member="Ronin Naara"] poke up about a certain question, "Answer, I have minor force capabilities, though nothing extra ordinary", she commented raising her hand ever so slightly. it was best to get that done and out of the way before she started leaping around and moving objects during their exploration.

 

[Arutha]

Sweet, Arutha thought with mock joy, socializing with strangers. "I'll need a few more of these," he muttered quietly as he swirled the ice blaster in hand. Arutha was no stranger to awkward socializing while out and about alone in the cities of the galaxy, but he generally did it while intoxicated. He wasn't an introvert but he wasn't an extrovert either. A few drinks to loose the lips. Alcohol was a natural social lubricant after all.

Arutha took a glance around at the growing crowd and was already slightly put off. Everyone was some grizzled yet young gung-ho hotshot. He wondered why they would need so many guns aboard the ship, Arutha knew what was at the center of the galaxy, a super black hole, like every other galaxy. He didn't know it personally but he'd studied, he was a cartographer after all. What was Caraway thinking? The black hole would try shooting us? Not a lot of cargo flying near the center for pirates to raid, but then again, few people were willing to fly near the center and it could be the perfect hideout. It didn't matter, so long as Arutha didn't need to carry any of their weight.

Sitting opposite to Arutha was the slicer Zaimur. He'd never heard of him that was for sure, but Arutha had never really kept tabs on the criminal underworld since the Ravens fell out. For a moment he wondered what Jen was up to, she was just a young girl when he hung out with that lot at the Dragon Palace Casino. The boss had always kept her under his protective wing but when that orange-freak Twi'lek took over that all went in the bin. Arutha took a sip and washed away those thoughts of yesteryear's. Arutha spoke to Zaimur "Whats the go with all the-" he swirled his drink around considering his choice of words, "Snowflakes."

[ [member="Zaimur Saxon"] ]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Zai Avery"] | [member="Kit Caraway"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Arutha"] | [member="Ay Ge"] | [member="Ronin Naara"] | [member="Zaimur Saxon"] | [member="FN-2826"] | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] | @D'vok Windroamer | [member="Kerx Zyron"]​

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Itash leaned a little bit heavier against his seat, sipping his caf and watching the people slowly trickle in, taking their seats.

Some of them knew each other- they automatically grouped together in little clusters, some were anxious to be here, others relaxed, a few... didn't want to be here at all. Another sip. He had to actively push down the desire to strike up a talk with either Caraway (technically his employer) and Terrani, this wasn't the place for that. There would always be time to flirt later. Though something told him that if he tried that with Kit, he would get a swift punch in the face.

...could be worth it though.

Another sip. Mm. Caf.

"Mister Corek..." Itash addressed finally. "Hekler'Kok Defense Industries was your brainchild was it not?" Cheap, reliable, worked even with a metric feth-ton of sand clogging up the proverbial gears. They were a favorite when you didn't need specialized, high-tech gear and just needed something that... worked. "Lord Itash of House Mecetti. I run a mercenary outfit myself, your weapons have always been appreciated in our line-of-work." There wasn't really anything else that Tash could have... said. He didn't know these people. None of them were nobility as far as he knew. So, it was reduced to either passing the time aimlessly flirting or to talk shop with those in the same job regions.

The former would come, the latter was socially more acceptable now.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

Aes'ona was not mad, but she was about to correct Tempest to "Doctor Terrani" until she realized that maybe a first-name basis was not unprecedented for this kind of venture.

It did sound familiar, but the proverbial finger could but be placed. She smiled, pushing up off the pillar. "It's Tempest, then," she echoed. "My pleasure as well." The doctor offered her right hand to shake his.

Then, she explained, "We're here meeting up with our temporary crew. Our destination: the center of the galaxy." Motioning for the trooper to follow, she began calmly walking over the restaurant that most were already at. She mentally noted to apologize, as she had seen many a spacer enter, some of whom were most likely there for the same reason that she and Tempest were. But she gently hoped that her new captain, [member="Kit Caraway"], was nothing like her Fleet Admiral, Carlyle Rausgeber, in terms of her forgiveness and general nature.

"Oh," she added, stepping in front of the door to prevent him from entering, and put a hand gently on one of his shoulders. "It's worth noting--this is a cross-faction crew. Very much so, last I heard." She smiled at Temp sympathetically--it would be much harder for him than her to be around their potential enemies, as he had presumably fought them. Aes'ona, to a much lower degree, sometimes got uncomfortable around opposers of the Order, but could put such feelings aside to do her job, honor her medical oath, to heal anyone who came across her path in need.

"Just...please don't shoot anyone," she punctuated. "They're friends for this one; once we get back on the Malice everything is as it was, but not before."

With that, she let go, turning on her heel to pull open the door, and walk into the building, giving it a soft push as she did to hold it open for Temp. Right away, she noticed their table, with most in attendance and apparently socializing. Aes'ona smiled and made her way over, pulling her jacket back on but leaving it unzipped. She was reasonably good at making friends--it was like extended bedside manner.

"Captain Caraway?" she asked as she neared. First things first.

[member="FN-2826"] / [member="Itash Mecetti"] / [member="Arutha"] / [member="Ay Ge"] / [member="Ronin Naara"] / [member="Zaimur Saxon"] / @D'vok Windroamer / [member="Noah Corek"] / [member="Kerx Zyron"] / [member="Zai Avery"]

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok listened to everyone introduce themselves and whatnot, downing the rest of his whiskey as they talked. He wasn't really paying attention, even though he didn't know a single person there. Maybe they had met in a past life, but if they did, he didn't remember. He heard some guy say something about force users. D'vok decided not to speak. He was, but he never really used it for anything. He wasn't big on training.
"Right. So how is everyone?"
D'vok looked around the room, trying desperately to make conversation.