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You Can't Take the Skye From Me (Semi-open/Ask)

Watcher tapped away at the keyboard of his bedroom's computer terminal, trying to figure out how to explain to a planet's worth of people that he was taking over, but leaving them their freedom. Was that going to make it possible to take over without some revolution and bloodshed? He hoped so. The Spyglass was just waiting for its commodore to come to the bridge and give the order to jump to Skye.

The blue-haired droid leaned over the bed and smiled at his peacefully sleeping Dusty. He kissed her on the cheek before pulling his uniform and boots on. He heard her stir a little and gently put his arms around her as he whispered in her ear.

"Come up to the bridge when you're ready, Dusty. Take your time."

He gave her a squeeze, then stood up and walked out the door. Time to get going.

[member='stardust'] [member='Kaster Sane'] [member='James Justice']
 
Watcher smiled as he saw Dusty enter the bridge. His fingers tapped against the armrest of his command chair as he saw her beautiful figure in front of him. He reached out and grabbed her hand as he watched the stars turn to lines outside the forward viewport.

"We're going to Skye... It's a planet full of spires and stuff where the natives built settlements and civilization. Nice place to see, apparently. If this goes well, the Typhoon gains another planet and becomes an interstellar power."

He chuckled and pulled her into his arms in the commander's chair, eliciting a few laughs and some rolling eyes from the crewers on the bridge.

"Maybe we'll take a vacation there, too."

[member="stardust"]
 
James combed his hair back and donned his hat. He ran a finger across his jaw thoughtfully as he looked in the mirror. The stubble would do for now. There was no need to get all too fancy. Not that he ever did. He looked back at his bedroom door and thought better of it. He would let Udrusa sleep. Goodness knows she earned it. James chuckled to himself as he grabbed a flask of alcohol and strolled down the Drunken Angel's loading ramp. Reed was waiting for him at the base.

He patted the battered astromech droid's dome and pointed forward, "Lead on, mate."

Reed gave a cheerful reply as he crossed the Spyglass' hangar bay and led his master towards the bridge. James had agreed to help this fellow he had head of, Water Three, some sort of a spacer who owned a much larger fleet, with more guns. James figured it never hurt to have more allies than enemies, especially in this business.

The deck hummed under his feet in that familiar, beautiful way that made him feel at home. There was nothing like it, and the planets could never replicate it. He figured that was what he got for growing up on the Drunken Angel.

At last he and Reed entered the bridge, "Morning, mates! Always a good day to fly," he strolled in like he was coming into a bar instead of the command of a war-vessel. He leaned back on one of he control panels and Reed parked beside him. James smiled at the man who was in the command seat and the woman with him, "Good to see ye both, Captain James Justice. Who be Watcher Three here?"

[member="stardust"]
[member="Watcher Three"]
 
Watcher grinned as he saw the human man walk onto the bridge. The advance notice of the Drunken Angel's arrival had been unexpected, but definitely welcome. At the very least, the trader's attitude was much more relaxed than others the commodore had met. He hadn't even acted a little shocked by the sight of his new ally and Dusty snuggling up in the command chair.

"I'm Watcher, Captain. You'll understand if I don't particularly want to get up from my chair at the moment."

He matched the other man's more roguish grin easily and raised an eyebrow.

"I was told you had some company of your own, Mister Justice. No need to leave her all alone for our sakes. The more the merrier!"

[member="stardust"] [member='James Justice'] [member='Udrusa']
 
James nodded and chuckled at the invitation. He was sure his rausvas rozete would enjoy some special time and extra attention from him. He motioned to Reed, "Go wake 'er up boy, tell her its, important," James winked at his astromech knowingly.

The droid warbled in slight disgust as it obeyed. The spacer turned to Watcher Three, he could tell he liked this guy already. Offering the two cigarettes and his alcohol of the day, Correllian ale, "Thank ye, mate. I admire a man who doesn't take himself too seriously."

The lax spacer began wreathing himself in a cloud of sweet nicotine and waved at stardust, "Don't mind me, miss, ye go ahead on with ye man. Don't let me interrupt ye."

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Reed made his way back up the Drunken Angel and to the captain's quarters. One of the astromech's limbs poked the pure blood Sith female as he gave a loud string of beeps. The master had always taken women, this was nothing new. But it was quite rare for him to tell the droid to fetch them. Especially for business meetings.

[member="Udrusa"]
[member="Watcher Three"]
[member="stardust"]
 
When the annoying prick of a droid warbles at her, Udrusa moans from her beauty sleep being shattered. Resisting the urge to crush it with her mind, she slowly sits up in the bed, muttering several half-asleep foreign curses as she looks around, her hair disheveled from a rather 'rough night.' Internally she was glad she had met James, he had made her night much more fun. But, now was not the time to show her how glad she was, as she sensed other people on the ship.

Standing up and stretching with a yawn, rolling her shoulders and neck and bending backwards to pop her various joints, spine, and neck, she retrieves the clothes of hers that were strewn about all over the floor and heads to the refresher. Turning on the showerhead, she tosses the clothes into the droid as she steps inside, the machine warbling a rather fiesty set of words to her in a 'grumble' as it heads off for the washing machine.

Udrusa smiles to herself, sighing as the warm water rolls down the Pureblood's crimson skin, enjoying her next few minutes in the shower until she steps out, drying herself off and grabbing a bathrobe (likely James' robe) and wrapping it around herself, walking towards the door and heading to the other life signatures.
 
James saw Udrusa come onto the deck and grinned. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her in front of him letting her lean on him. He placed a soft, slow kiss on the side of her neck, savoring the felling of her velvety skin under his lips. Their force bond from the last night was still lingering over like dew in the mid-morning. Taking a moment to breath in her sensual smell he murmured softly into her ear, "Good morning, nuyak rausvas rozete. <<my red rose>>"

He leaned over, grabbing his flask and took a sip before passing it to her. Rubbing along her sides and abdomen, he let her body rest against his.

[member="Watcher Three"]
[member="stardust"]
[member="Udrusa"]
 
[member="James Justice"]

Smirking to herself, Udrusa actually stands back up, finding her own chair to sit down in. With a wink to James, she crosses her legs and readjusts her borrowed robe so nothing important would be revealed. Leaning back in her chair with a nod to the others, she answers James in her normal light voice. Her accent, as it appears, seems to be more pronounced than usual, far more reminiscent of Sith Empires, specifically the One Sith (A British accent, basically. Also known as an Imperial accent, for those who don't know.). Her heritage is quite obvious, and the true color of her eyes was shown.

"Zyemus ausra, James." (Good Morning, James.) She sends a telepathic message to him, stating why her voice and eyes sound different.

I trust you enough to let you know what I am, other than my species: A Sith Acolyte, loyal to the Empire. I trust you won't attack me for being a Sith?
 
[member="Udrusa"]

James couldn't help but grin at her coy nature. It was something he was getting used to. Her accent came out quite heavily, and of course he felt it and noticed it.

"Zyemus ausra nuyak rausvas valzina <<Good morning my red goddess>>" he said said back, not even trying to hide his flirtatious grin or wink. Its not like those on board didn't know what was going on, it was quite clear. And even if it wasn't, James was never one to hide this sort of thing.

Now why would I attack ye? he sent back. Ye have nothing to worry about, I keep my love and my work separate. As long as ye ain't shooting at me, I won't be shooting at ye. he knocked the ashes off his cigarette and looked into her golden eyes, zo rozete su jok hevilas vadinti lavonas kash dhasias <<A rose by any other name, remains beautiful>>

[member="Udrusa"]
[member="Watcher Three"]
[member="stardust"]
 
Watcher stood up, keeping his fingers on the panel that allowed him to see. A good thing, too, because he got to see a Pureblood woman in a bathrobe. Compared to Dusty, though, she didn't really measure up. As he hugged his girlfriend again, he took his fingers off the chair and gasped at the sight of the other woman's Force aura as his Mechu Deru sight overtook his fake sight. She really was a Sith. And James was... something else. He internally shrugged and nodded at her.

"Sith... If you promise not to sabotage us, you're more than welcome."

His cheerful expression came back again, still directed at her.

"Now, that's done... What's your name, Red?"

[member="James Justice"] [member="Udrusa"] [member="stardust"]
 
[member="James Justice"]

Udrusa smirks at James' response, looking to the other two strangers she did not know. One of them felt like a Jedi of some kind, while the other... was definitely a Jedi. With a frown, she pushes down her hatred she had for them. She couldn't let that get in the way of business. She'll find a reason to fight them later... With a shrug, she stares at the two apparent Jedi with obvious distaste, not affected by the male's cheeriness in the slightest.

Reaching into her robe, she pulled out a lightsaber, placing it in her hands and idly tapping her fingers along it. With a faux-friendly tone, she answers the male Jedi's quip.

"I don't use Wrath here unless I have a reason, Jedi." She offers him a thin lipped smile, the warning/threat being quite obvious.

[member="Watcher Three"]
[member="stardust"]
 
James glanced at watcher and stardust and back at Udrusa. He was beginning to second guess his initial choice of women. He would have to have a talk with her--and if that didn't work then perhaps he would have to make sure she didn't roll around anymore on the Angel.
"patogus nuyak nulis," James said softly in his calming voice as he sent calming energy towards her. "patogus nuyak nulis <<easy, my love, easy>> we are all on the same team here."

[member="Udrusa"]
[member="Watcher Three"]
[member="stardust"]
 
She had smiled at the site of the pureblood until she started making threats

Her smile disappeared quickly as she got in bewteen her and [member="Watcher Three"] pulling her own sabers out

Let's set one thing straight sith I am not a Jedi their peacefuk ways will never conform to me"she said with poison in her words

She looks dat her and grios her sabers"and threatening a potential....business partner of your man can cause things to go very very sour

[member="James Justice"]
[member="Udrusa"]
 
Ignoring the man for the moment, she steps up towards the woman, keeping Smite held to the side in a casual manner, yet her face had a deep frown on it. She wouldn't be able to take on two Jedi at once, that's tantamount to suicide. Especially after such an 'eventful' night? Bah, she could find a reason to murder them later (She's mindful to keep these thoughts hidden from the others, of course), now was not the time.

Stepping back from the woman after the intense staring contest, she turns to follow the astromech who had just come in and informed her (With no small amount of attitiude, stupid droid...) that her robes were cleaned. With one last burning glare at the two Lightsiders, she storms off, her fury and hatred oozing into the Force like water being poured into a bathtub: Constant, slightly chaotic, and noisy.

WHen she reaches her clothing in the refresher in James' room, she sets her lightsaber onto the countertop, next to the sink on the right, and pushes the robe off. The cool ship air makes her shiver, uncomfortable, shown by the goosebumps forming on her flesh. Snatching up her revealing robes, she swiftly begins the process of putting the robes on, which doesn't take too long, seeing as she had it designed to be easy to wear and remove, yet still an alluring sight to others.

Once she was completely clothed, clipped Wrath to her belt and decided to sit on James' bed, setting her saber in front of her and begin some minor meditations.
 
Watcher's eyebrows furrowed in a look of distaste. He gave a hapless look to Stardust, then turned back to Justice and his Pureblood girlfriend with the same look still on his face.

"Jedi?! Jedi?! Ha! You must be joking. Eh, ah, Dusty..."

He put a hand on her arm to stop her from attacking... And then the Pureblood woman left.

"Goddammit... Well, let's just hope that she'll calm the hell down. Alright, Jamesey-boy, we're making the jump."

[member="Udrusa"] [member="stardust"] [member="James Justice"]
 

Kylo Kyr'am

Clan Kyr'am Alor'ad/Grim legion Leader
In the Darkness of the cockpit two red lens glow brightly. Kylo sits in his heavily modified Firespray 31 named The Dread with his cloaking device activated behind the spyglass. Kylo knew who was on board or at least the majority of who was. [Member=watcher three] and [member=James justice] and [member=stardust].

Kylo reached up and flipped a few switches and the control lights came on and the cloaking device deactivated. Kylo reached up and punched in the com channel to the spyglass. "Spyglass come in copy, I repeat spyglass come in this is Kylo Kyr'am with The Dread. I have been following you for a while now"

Kylo looked at the guages of his ship making sure everything is running smoothly. He then lifted his head and stared out into space awaiting a reply.
 
In a flash to those who witnessed it, the Mask slipped out of hyperspace. But, in that same breath, those witnessing the arrival would also notice the ship listing slightly. Inside the cockpit though, a certain padawan and his astromech argued.

"What do you mean? Of course I have no idea what happened! I'm not a good pilot and you know it!" The padawan complained, exasperated at their current situation. To which the droid warbled indignantly. "Well, of course it's not your fault Emvee! I never said-" the diode cut in which an excited whistle. "-d'ya mean, 'ships outside'? There's.... Oh, so there is."

Slipping into the pilots seat, he toggled the com. "Hellllllooo there! Hope y'all are the friendly sorts! I'm in a bit of a spot, think you could help a guy out? Hyperdrive kinda decided now would be a great time to go on strike, along with the main drives...." He dearly hoped the pilot and crew of that karking huge vessel decided to help, rather than flambeau, the nervous little padawan.

[member="Watcher Three"] | [member="Kylo Kyr'am"] | [member="stardust"] | [member="Udrusa"] | [member="James Justice"]
 

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