Star Wars A Job By Any Other Name

A Job By Any Other Name...

Episode 0: A. I. Oh You... Why?

Your contact sits at the far end of the nightclub, the thumping music and multicolored laser and strobes flashing about, nearly obscuring him. A veritable cornucopia of species dance and linger about and you suddenly realize why your contact has chosen such a distracting place. Whether or not this is the first time you've set foot in a nightclub like this, you get the ominous feeling that for this particular club it will be your last...

The human male stands up and motions you over to his table, a round of Corellian Ale for each of you as the booth in which he has acquired seats each of you quite comfortably be it because of bulky gear or size complications. His salt-and-pepper hair is slicked back into a ponytail which rests just over his left shoulder. The man grins and sits down once all of you are comfortable.

?Lennox Cicero, former Commander within the Imperial Army. Glad you could make it,? He begins, motioning to your drinks. ?I wasn't sure what to order, but feel free to partake in those. They've got the best stock of Corellian Ale I've seen this side of the Core.? Although he seemingly tries to come off as personable, the gruff military air about him overcomes his outward demeanor as he shifts to that of ?mission-giver?.

?I'll be blunt: I require your help in infiltrating one of the Remnant's manufacturing plants. Not that you'll have any stormtroopers or guardsmen to deal with... nah, they're all dead.? The man sighed and ran his hand over the scruff of his beard. ?The problem is: the AI of the installation has become self-aware and has taken to 'deleting' any and all humans that enter the facility. Which is a problem... we can't set explosives outside the facility because nothing we have on-hand is high-grade enough to blast through the exterior... but we could certainly shake things up from the inside. The last few crews we attempted to send in were converted to static noise over our comms...?

He took a long swig of his ale and continued. ?Our allies within the New Republic have managed to clear a portion of a southern access tunnel where we had planned to send the next crew. You lot.? His steely gray eyes scanned each of you before he stroked his beard again. ?It's no easy task, for certain. However, we're running low on options. If word gets out to the Imps that they still have a functioning facility, even one not under their control, they're going to try to take it back. It needs destroyed...?

Lennox motions over a twi'lek waitress and places another order before he finishes his request. ?We've enlisted the help of a smuggler captain to take you planetside and serve as your extraction should things go sour... oh, and before I forget,? He reaches into his side satchel and tosses two ID badges onto the table ?Useless of course, but in order to access some of the areas deeper into the base, these cards are going to prove helpful.? The man grins and gives the twi'lek waitress a swift pat on the behind after she returns with his drink. ?The ship's at Dock 13... you're looking for the Hopskip Anna Jump. Heh... I thought it was a dumb name for a ship too. The pilot's good too, if a bit batty. May the Force be with you...?

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Rules? You want rules? Fine... this game is purely for roleplaying purposes only. But not in the sense you may or may not be comfortable with.

You see, I have at my disposal [b]Nine Characters[/b] in which each will remain a mystery from the players until they are chosen. Why are they to be ?chosen? and not created? Well therein lies the fun if you ask me. I will list the classes (though there are not more than 1 of the same class available for play... a group full of Jedi Guardians or all Soldiers would become pretty... stale) once a class is chosen it is stricken from the choice

 

Crew
1. Lizza Regabel
2.
3.
4.
5.

OOC: Sorry for the PM. Got confused on first read.

Lizza Regabel, Female, Jedi Guardian

Within the depths of her heart, or whatever thumped inside her (she had never really loved biology), this club, which thumped and bumped within the flashing away of multicolored disco lights , was a place she realized was not her style or pick of place. Her contact, the young man with the strange black and white hair, waved her towards him. Walking slowly, moving delicately, she passed multiple other beings, who she used the Force to slide away somewhat. The others sit down, and she reluctantly accepts some Corellian Ale. Sipping it, she coughs, then sits it down on the table. Glancing at the others, she wondered about this man more than anything.

?Lennox Cicero, former Commander within the Imperial Army. Glad you could make it,? Lizza realized this might have become a bad idea. Imperial Army? As she watched his hands motion toward the drinks, she blushed. Whoops. ?I wasn?t sure what to order, but feel free to partake in those. They?ve got the best stock of Corellian Ale I?ve seen this side of the Core.? Lizza snorted at that note, choking down another sip. Dribble of the drink came from her mouth, but she remembered that she had never drank this strong of liquid, and it was new to her. ?I?ll be blunt: I require your help in infiltrating one of the Remnant?s manufacturing plants. Not that you?ll have any Stormtroopers of guardsmen to deal with? nah, they?re all dead.? Lizza thanked the Force that the fact was true. At least it seemed it was true, but maybe this man was lying. She would just have to trust the Force.

?The problem is: the AI of the installation has become self-aware and has taken to 'deleting' any and all humans that enter the facility. Which is a problem... we can't set explosives outside the facility because nothing we have on-hand is high-grade enough to blast through the exterior... but we could certainly shake things up from the inside. The last few crews we attempted to send in were converted to static noise over our comms...? And they thought about inviting her? Lizza sighed, glancing around to see if others were watching. Strangely they weren?t. Lizza took another sip. Surprisingly, it wasn?t as bad. ?Our allies within the New Republic have managed to clear a portion of a southern access tunnel where we had planned to send the next crew. You lot.?

?It's no easy task, for certain. However, we're running low on options. If word gets out to the Imps that they still have a functioning facility, even one not under their control, they're going to try to take it back. It needs destroyed...We've enlisted the help of a smuggler captain to take you planetside and serve as your extraction should things go sour... oh, and before I forget, Useless of course, but in order to access some of the areas deeper into the base, these cards are going to prove helpful. The ship's at Dock 13... you're looking for the Hopskip Anna Jump. Heh... I thought it was a dumb name for a ship too. The pilot's good too, if a bit batty. May the Force be with you...? On the last note, Lizza almost laughed at the remark. How ironic. The mission seemed simple enough, maybe a fun challenge for her. She glanced to her drink and realized she had sipped the drink dry.

?And with you, Lennox,? she smiled at him, then stood. Maybe she was too anxious. Or maybe she was afraid that if she stayed, she might end up sipping more Ale than she could handle. And that would not look good on her reputation.

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OOC: Oooo... *Sorry for hurried post..but Im at a con..but I didnt want to miss out!*

Crew
1. Lizza Regabel
2. Vena Kamos
3.
4.
5.


Vena Camos, Female, Scoundrel

Vena scanned the nightclub as she entered. She gave a smirk as she looked around. Well, whoever this person was who was setting up this little chat was no rookie. Lots of noise and lights. She saw that the contact she had been given is sitting at the far end of the nightclub, the thumping music and multicolored laser and strobes flashing about, nearly obscuring him. A veritable cornucopia of species dance and linger about. Hmmm. In the back of her mind, she began to feel a nagging sensation that this was no normal meeting.

The human male stands up and motions you over to his table, a round of Corellian Ale for each of you as the booth in which he has acquired seats each of you quite comfortably. Vena scans the table of people before giving her attention to the human calling this party. His salt-and-pepper hair is slicked back into a ponytail which rests just over his left shoulder. The man grins and sits down once all of you are comfortable. She lets her hands rest on the drink but she dosent take a drink just yet.

"Lennox Cicero, former Commander within the Imperial Army. Glad you could make it," He begins, motioning to your drinks. "I wasn't sure what to order, but feel free to partake in those. They've got the best stock of Corellian Ale I've seen this side of the Core" Seems friendly enough, but he has the stink of ex-military on him. Boy, she must really need this job, if she willing to be within ten parsecs of anything Military. And there was no such thing as ex-military. She dipped her finger in her drink as he continued to talk.

"I'll be blunt: I require your help in infiltrating one of the Remnant's manufacturing plants. Not that you'll have any stormtroopers or guardsmen to deal with... nah, they're all dead." That got Vena's attention. She watched, as the man sighed and ran his hand over the scruff of his beard. "The problem is: the AI of the installation has become self-aware and has taken to 'deleting' any and all humans that enter the facility. Which is a problem... we can't set explosives outside the facility because nothing we have on-hand is high-grade enough to blast through the exterior... but we could certainly shake things up from the inside. The last few crews we attempted to send in were converted to static noise over our comms..."

Now, that sounded interesting. Deadly, but interesting. Just what wonderful tech could be hiding out in that place, she wondered. Could make some serious cred, if one didnt get killed along the way. The human took a long swig of his ale and continued. "Our allies within the New Republic have managed to clear a portion of a southern access tunnel where we had planned to send the next crew. You lot." His steely gray eyes scanned each of you before he stroked his beard again. "It's no easy task, for certain. However, we're running low on options. If word gets out to the Imps that they still have a functioning facility, even one not under their control, they're going to try to take it back. It needs destroyed..."

heh. That probably wasnt the entire truth. I mean, if the AI is killing any and all humans who entered. She stopped. As Lennox motions over a twi'lek waitress and places another order, Vena reached down and took a huge gulp of her drink, grinning. Not so stupid after all.

?We've enlisted the help of a smuggler captain to take you planetside and serve as your extraction should things go sour... oh, and before I forget," He reaches into his side satchel and tosses two ID badges onto the table "Useless of course, but in order to access some of the areas deeper into the base, these cards are going to prove helpful." The man grins and gives the twi'lek waitress a swift pat on the behind after she returns with his drink. "The ship's at Dock 13... you're looking for the Hopskip Anna Jump. Heh... I thought it was a dumb name for a ship too

 

Crew
1. Lizza Regabel
2. Vena Kamos
3. Grayson Reese
4.
5.

Grayson Reese, Male, Tech Specialist

The nightclub in which Grayson had awkwardly entered had immediately deafened him and the flashing strobe lights impaired his vision for a couple seconds. Grayson wasn't the type for nightlife, so he wasn't too excited upon hearing that he would have to meet the mysterious contact in a nightclub. Although the choice for location was somewhat strategic; everyone would be so caught up in the background noise, onlookers would have no idea what the overheads of the meeting taking place were.

The human male stands up and motions you over to his table, a round of Corellian Ale for each of you as the booth in which he has acquired seats each of you quite comfortably. Grayson looked around the table, and saw he didn't recognize anyone, which can be viewed positively since the mission wouldn't involve any personal ties.

"Lennox Cicero, former Commander within the Imperial Army. Glad you could make it," He begins, motioning to your drinks. "I wasn't sure what to order, but feel free to partake in those. They've got the best stock of Corellian Ale I've seen this side of the Core" Military, huh? What's this guy doing dealing with a bunch of rookies?

?The problem is: the AI of the installation has become self-aware and has taken to 'deleting' any and all humans that enter the facility. Which is a problem... we can't set explosives outside the facility because nothing we have on-hand is high-grade enough to blast through the exterior... but we could certainly shake things up from the inside." It might sound weird at first, but the mission didn't seem that bad. "The last few crews we attempted to send in were converted to static noise over our comms...? Suddenly Grayson didn't feel too comfortable anymore.

?We've enlisted the help of a smuggler captain to take you planetside and serve as your extraction should things go sour... oh, and before I forget," He reaches into his side satchel and tosses two ID badges onto the table "Useless of course, but in order to access some of the areas deeper into the base, these cards are going to prove helpful." The man grins and gives the twi'lek waitress a swift pat on the behind after she returns with his drink. "The ship's at Dock 13... you're looking for the Hopskip Anna Jump. Heh... I thought it was a dumb name for a ship too. The pilot's good too, if a bit batty. May the Force be with you..."

So the deal was sealed. Grayson wanted to ask so many things, but his shy personality held him back. Around him, a female he noticed a female that looked like a young Jedi and another female rolling her eyes. Grayson could already tell this mission would be a wild one.

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Crew
1. Lizza Regabel
2. Vena Kamos
3. Grayson Reese
4. Zelanna Corsauri
5.

IC: Zelanna Coursauri, Female, Soldier

Zelanna hated these kinds of nightclubs. In her experiences as a soldier, she was quite used to rowdy clubs full of drunken men singing to long-lost love interests and ever-flowing alcohol, but she most despised these places with their loud music and strobe lights. As she had entered, she had to blink several times to ward away the effect of the lights on her pupils, which did not like sudden changes in light like that. Checking her hip-holster blaster, she cautiously entered, ready to shoot if anyone decided to be a nuisance and bother her. She was ready to meet a man here, a man who she knew nothing about. As she scanned through the crowd, her eyes met the figure of a Corellian man, who was waving people over to his table. She was suspicious of the man; maybe he was not who she was looking for. However, it was a good place to start. If he was not the contact, she could just leave and continue her search. As she sauntered over, she picked up on the beginning of a conversation that the man had started with the few people in front of him at his table.

"Lennox Cicero, former Commander within the Imperial Army. Glad you could make it," He begins, motioning to your drinks. "I wasn't sure what to order, but feel free to partake in those. They've got the best stock of Corellian Ale I've seen this side of the Core"

Zelanna rolled her eyes. The man seemed more interested in talking about the drinks he had ordered instead of getting to the point. However, he seemed like a possible candidate to be the contact, so she completed her move over to the table and picked up a glass of the Ale. Even if he wasn't the man she was going to talk to, she could probably get away with taking one of his drinks. She was a seasoned soldier; he was probably not, and she had a weapon. If he had to, he could always order another one.

?I?ll be blunt: I require your help in infiltrating one of the Remnant?s manufacturing plants. Not that you?ll have any Stormtroopers of guardsmen to deal with? nah, they?re all dead.? ?The problem is: the AI of the installation has become self-aware and has taken to 'deleting' any and all humans that enter the facility. Which is a problem... we can't set explosives outside the facility because nothing we have on-hand is high-grade enough to blast through the exterior... but we could certainly shake things up from the inside." It might sound weird at first, but the mission didn't seem that bad. "The last few crews we attempted to send in were converted to static noise over our comms...?

Now Zelanna was intrigued. This mission sounded . . . dangerous. There was nothing like a little danger in the line of duty for a soldier, especially a well-trained one.

?We've enlisted the help of a smuggler captain to take you planetside and serve as your extraction should things go sour... oh, and before I forget," He reaches into his side satchel and tosses two ID badges onto the table "Useless of course, but in order to access some of the areas deeper into the base, these cards are going to prove helpful." The man grins and gives the twi'lek waitress a swift pat on the behind after she returns with his drink. "The ship's at Dock 13... you're looking for the Hopskip Anna Jump. Heh... I thought it was a dumb name for a ship too. The pilot's good too, if a bit batty. May the Force be with you..."


Zelanna finished her glass of Ale and placed it back on the table. However, she was a bit too rough, and caused a small crack to occur in the glass container. The other three at the table had varying expressions on their faces; one was rolling her eyes, another was calm, and the other looked nervous, yet somewhat anxious. She didn't like working with extremely nervous people; they were usually the ones getting themselves in trouble in the field.

Well, that sounds very interesting, she said out loud. Sounds like a job for some experi

 

Crew
1. Lizza Regabel
2. Vena Kamos
3. Grayson Reese
4. Zelanna Corsauri
5. Dex Veratha

Dex Veratha, Male, Jedi Consular

As Dex entered the nightclub, he felt the energy and heat of so many different beings pour over him like a shell being swept into a turbulent ocean. The lights and sound pulsed around him, begging him to move in time to the beat in concert with the sea of other bodies. These temptations were easily resisted ? others, however, were not. Those who found these places exciting had never felt them through the Force ? through the Force, they were a broiling pit of emotion that threatened to overwhelm the padawan?s defenses. Dex wanted nothing more in that moment to dive into the crowd and move in time to the music, letting his own practiced, calm center go and join with the pulsing emotion of the dancers. It was with difficulty that Dex kept his focus on his assignment ? he had always been sensitive to others, able to easily feel empathy through the Force. In concentrations like this, he found it mesmerizing.

A thread of awareness pierced Dex?s consciousness and he turned to see a human male with salt-and-pepper hair motioning him over to a table. The man wore a grin which seemed oddly placed to Dex?s Force-enhanced senses. None the less, Dex followed the man?s gesture and seated himself in the booth. There were a number of people seated at the booth, all of whom kept their emotions well guarded, whether intentionally or not. Dex was surprised that he recognized one of the others in the group ? Lizza Regabel ? another Jedi of a similar age to his own. He didn?t know her well, really just in passing, but they had attended the Jedi Academy at similar times. The council must have considered this to be a very important endeavor to send two Jedi, even if they were both padawans. His renewed interest in the meeting served as a focal point that let Dex stamp down on his empathy and bring his full focus to the man who apparently brought them here, who was now motioning to the drinks and getting ready to speak.

?Lennox Cicero, former Commander within the Imperial Army. Glad you could make it. I wasn't sure what to order, but feel free to partake in those. They've got the best stock of Corellian Ale I've seen this side of the Core.?

This perked Dex?s interest for two reasons. First, anything that had to do with a ?former? Imperial commander was always a concern for the Jedi and Dex in particular. Second, he loved Corellian Ale. An appreciation that, Dex thought amusingly, Lizza didn?t share. Dex grabbed a mug of the liquid and took a hearty swig, enjoying the burn of the liquor as it made its way down his throat. He was ready to take another drink when the man spoke again.

?I'll be blunt: I require your help in infiltrating one of the Remnant's manufacturing plants. Not that you'll have any stormtroopers or guardsmen to deal with... nah, they're all dead. The problem is: the AI of the installation has become self-aware and has taken to 'deleting' any and all humans that enter the facility. Which is a problem... we can't set explosives outside the facility because nothing we have on-hand is high-grade enough to blast through the exterior... but we could certainly shake things up from the inside. The last few crews we attempted to send in were converted to static noise over our comms...?

Dex stopped before taking another drink and slowly lowered the mug back to the table. This sounds serious. Droids had possessed a simulated intelligence for a long time ? many of them had even acquired glitches that were often interpreted as ?personality quirks? and seemed to give them an even-more being-like stature. But that is about as far as it actually went ? simulated intelligence. A true AI would be a different beast entirely ? it was no wonder the Jedi were interested in this mission. But why send just padawans?

The man continued, ?We've enlisted the help of a smuggler captain to take you planetside and serve as your extraction sh

 

GM Post:: Do feel free to ask any questions you may have regarding the mission to Lennox if there are any, if not, do feel free to proceed to Dock 13 in whatever fashion you prefer. The following posts are interludes and ?pre-arrival? posts in most cases. Not everyone will have one at this time, but we will hope to have little asides for everyone since this game has gotten on its feet.

At last, I'd like to welcome all of you to the game and hope to make it an enjoyable experience for you.

Sister Hauren, Damosphene

Prelude, A mere hour before the meeting...

Both established Jedi Knights, each having trained one padawan prior to Lizza and Dex who each went a different path than their current learners. Hauren, the zealot Kilmaulsi Master of the young and impetuous Jedi Guardian Lizza, had recently lost her Padawan during a conflict in the Mid Rim territories. Though she does not speak of it, it affects her greatly, and the others at the Temple could certainly tell.

Damosphene on the other hand, considered a pompous ass with ?wit as sharp as a viper kinraths claw and just as venomous? was no less an established Jedi Master in his own right. As a Lutrillian, he of course saw the Force as a tool that should be utilized in order to promote peace, yet serve a great many other functions as well. His former padawan, some Force-sensitive son of nobility in some monarchy driven world, returned after achieving knighthood to better serve his people with a voice of influence backed by the Force. Some often questioned why he was appointed the Master of Consular Dex.

?We're sending them into a nest, 'Sphene.? Hauren protested, both Padawan learners having been present this entire time. ?A nest which could prove more dangerous than anyone at the Temple could have realized.?

Damosphene nearly laughed until his jowls ached. He opened a case of cigarras and lit one with a struck match in order to halt his bellowing laugh. ?You're far too cautious, Hauren. Just because you've lost a Padawan in a military conflict you think the same will befall that girl of yours?? Surely that comment stung the female Master and Damosphene felt no need to apologize, because he knew what he said was the truth. ?In any case, we've been instructed to stay out of this.?

The Masters turned their eyes to the Padawans before them, each of them silent as if waiting further instruction. It brought a sense of pride to each of their hearts to see that their students were able to take a mission without their guidance, but they would not stray too far from them should they need them. Like parents...

Hauren pulled Lizza in for a hug, cooing in a motherly tone. ?Contact us at any point, do you understand? We will not be monitoring the two of you. Think of this as a step towards knighthood.? A smile curved on Hauren's beak as she once again hugged her Padawan. ?Make us proud.?

Damosphene was not such a fatherly figure towards Dex, but he was not without words of guidance. ?Be mindful of your feelings, boy. You'll be among strangers who will have feelings and methods different from what you are used to. Remember your training. Should something arise and you are unable to form a solid solution: adapt. Don't think too hard when you believe that this,? He pressed his two fingers holding his narcotic against his Padawan's chest. ?could lead you to a right course of action.? The Lutrillian smirked and placed his cigarra in his mouth, giving a reassuring pat to Dex's shoulder.

Both Masters exchanged a glance before ushering their students towards the nightclub, both seemingly apprehensive in their own way. Hauren could feel her feathers ruffling and Damosphene was clearly intaking a bit too much of his cigarra. The two merely watched as the crowd outside of the club engulfed their students and they were gone from base sight...

?Still worried?? Damosphene asked as they turned towards the city interior.

?I have that

 

Lizza Regabel, Female, Jedi Guardian

The beautiful mission moment was crystal clear, until the other woman made a move very unfriendly like. Lizza glanced at her from the corner of her eyes, shivered, then looked away. She could see in her memory Master Hauren, the non human Jedi Knight. And also her former master. That she had been non human made their relationship more crystal clear as they went along in their times. And this was a clear moment in her mind, but in her eyes, the array of lights spinning around her were starting to make her dizzy. ?If that will be all, I might as well head on toward the Dock,? Lizza told to no one in particular, and started to stumble through the door. Some bashed into her, maybe the same one from before, and she shoved him hard, and angrily.

Her speeder, a beautiful gold and burgundy red designed speeder, waited outside. Lizza had almost expected for it to have been stolen by some of them scoundrels that always roamed around these places, but it was still here. She held a profane attachment to the speeder, as it was the one speeder she had used. It was hard to just leave it outside when she had went in, but the mission was always more important than her speeder. Hopping inside the speeder, she sped through lanes of traffic towards the dock. She loved feeling the breeze on her tentacle-like mouth, loved blowing in the wind. As she reached the dock, she leaped from her speeder, rolled, then stopped with a smile.

Then she saw no ship. There wasn?t any ship like the man has said there would be. Only one young man stood bowed over the computer typing things. She saw the ship now, must have over looked it, but the pilot was gone. So they weren?t tricking her. But where was th pilot?!?! Lizza sighed, glancing behind her to see if any of the others were coming. She first wondered if she had been fooled, but then shook the idea off. She would just wait and see what the others had to say.

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IC: Zelanna Coursauri
On way to Dock 13


Zelanna polished off another Corellian Ale, but made sure to place it down gently so that it would not smash. Even if these cheap glasses weren't worth much, the problem in breaking one would be the hassle of having to say "I'm sorry for breaking your glass. Can I buy you a new one?". That garbage was for those people who were weak of both heart and mind; she had trained herself not to be that naive and pathetic. Suddenly, lots of memories started to flood back into her mind; when she was recruited to be a solider; the first time she had picked up a weapon; the first fight she had been involved in; the first person she killed with her blaster. These fond rememberings caused her to smile; they were certainly worth their weight in gold in her mind.

It had been a long time since that fateful day where she stood at attention, waiting for orders from the commanding officer at the training base. Well, as "at attention" that a greenhorn could get, squirming under the hot sun in training gear that was three sizes too large for her. Did they even consider what species she was when they had assigned her to train at that base? The rationing officer had been snobbish, and handed her the first suit he had come across. It was big enough for a Shistavanen or very tall and husky human to fit into, but not for her small frame. She had realized when she had put that suit on that her arms barely cleared the cuffs, making it difficult to move her arms when the time came to salute or to hold a weapon. This had made her angry at the officer; he had purposely given her a suit that was too big, and the look on his face as he did so told her that he did not feel the slightest bit of remorse in doing so. She gained a strong disliking for the man just in this first encounter, something that would transfer over to later stages of training.

Basic training was brutal for all of the new recruits. The first rule of camp was as follows: "Pain is In Your Imagination. Believe It, and You WILL Fail." Although she had scoffed at this message when she had first come to the base, she realized only a few days in to the training that the message was in fact extremely clear. Running was the order of the day at the beginning, with many recruits washing out due to fake excuses such as "I'm tired" or "I can't do it. Is there something I can do that would be easier to accomplish?" The drill sergeant had washed those kinds out quickly; Zelanna had almost been one of those. However, there was something in her mind that kept her going, even when her body told her that she had already expended her physical limit for the time being. Although her times on the training track were mediocre at best that first month, she eventually built up enough leg muscle to reduce the amount of strain she had in her legs when runs lasted over half an hour in length. Less recruits washed out at this stage; the ones who remained were the committed ones, the ones ready to start the next phase of training; the upper body workout regimens loomed like giant shadows over them all.

Cardio workouts, like the running, were hard to grasp at first. Lifting a weight was nothing like running several kilometers without stopping; it combined concentration and discipline in order to lift efficiently. The first weights Zelanna tried to lift were weigh too heavy for her small arms; she had had the brilliant idea that if she was able to keep pace with the athletic-types on the running track, or at least not get left in their dust, she could lift the same weights as they did. That didn't turn out so well, as she fell over several times in a fit of exhaustion without even finishing one clean lift. The instructors, annoyed at her failure to realize her own limits, ordered her to work out on lighter weights and build up. Zelanna remembered this as a really turning point in her training, and likewise in her life. AS she trained, her arms became stronger, as did her mind. It was as if every lift not only strengthened

 

Vena Kamos, Female, Scoundrel


?We've enlisted the help of a smuggler captain to take you planetside and serve as your extraction should things go sour... oh, and before I forget," He reaches into his side satchel and tosses two ID badges onto the table "Useless of course, but in order to access some of the areas deeper into the base, these cards are going to prove helpful." The man grins and gives the twi'lek waitress a swift pat on the behind after she returns with his drink. "The ship's at Dock 13... you're looking for the Hopskip Anna Jump. Heh... I thought it was a dumb name for a ship too. The pilot's good too, if a bit batty. May the Force be with you..."

Before Vena could ask if there was any PAY to follow this little bit of work, some silly female warbled out.. "And with you, Lennox." she smiled at him, then stood.

Vena rolled her eyes. Probably be wishing on more than the Force when this is over. Vena was not for that wishy-washy mess. Well, if they were only paying standard fare, then Vena would have to pocket some extra change of her own, if the opportunity arises. Until then...

Vena kicked back, enjoying her drink while watching the reactions of the others at the table.

One male looked around silent. Another female attempted to show off my breaking a glass on the table. "Well, that sounds very interesting."; she said out loud. Sounds like a job for some experienced individuals to do. The glass she had just placed down on the table had finished shattering, and lay in several pieces. "Oh; Sorry about the mess."

Another guy jumped up liked the female had done. They must be anxious to leave.

Vena tunred her head towards Lennox once more.

"So?! You forgetting something, arent you .. Lennox?" she stated slowly, leaning on the table a bit, enjoying the sound it was making. She might be new in the game, but she wasnt fresh out of the nursery.

"You sending us in this place. So you want it destroyed?" she growled in her normally deep place. She gave a snort. This Corellian ale stuff wasnt too bad. "Then, if we gotta take it out....does pilot have stuff we need to do the job, or you expect us to blow on it?" She jabbed at the cards with a marble blue finger. "Cards nice, but want to know what we go in with more than cards..." Probably nicked the cards from a few bodies, she thought to herself. It was an old Imperial facility, so she knew info might not be readily available...but it didnt hurt to ask. Sure beat stumbling around in the dark.

Vena leaned back, and crossed her arms, showing her teeth in a wide smile. She might need the creds, but wasnt quite really to simply swallow everything like the two who literally jumped up, ready to run out the door. Oh yes, she could see much opportunity here. Could find something interesting while trying to blow it to bits.

She smirked.

TAG: GM, others who didnt leave the table yet.

 

Dex Veratha

As Dex left the nightclub and made his way on foot back to his apartment, he reflected on the meeting and on his Master's words to him. You'll be among strangers who will have feelings and methods different from what you are used to. That had been clear right from the start at the meeting. From tentative and shy to boisterous and aggressive, the assortment of folks who had been recruited for this mission would certainly make an interesting team.

Descending into the lower levels of one of Coruscant's many apartment towers, Dex squeezed his large frame into a hallway that was much better suited for humans. Eventually, Dex came to a door which was larger than the others, obviously intended to allow access to the apartment beyond for species who were of a larger size. Dex keyed in his access code and the door slide aside, letting him duck inside. With a wave of his hand, the lights gasped to life, showing Dex's necessarily large but sparsely furnished apartment. I should really get some decoration, but I spend most of my time at the Temple anyway, Dex thought as he changed from the clothes he wore at the nightclub to his more comfortable but simple Jedi Padawan's robes. Clipping his silver curved-handled lightsaber to his belt he took comfort in its familiar weight resting at his side - hopefully, he wouldn't need it very much on this mission but considering the mission parameters and the other people assigned to the mission, he feared it would see plenty of use. Dex grabbed the bag he had packed before going to the nightclub and walked over to the cage he kept against the exterior wall of his apartment. Inside, he could could see Ralgar, his pet Voorpak. The little creature gave out a soft purr and pressed its body against the side of its cage. Dex gave out a short laugh and tapped on the cage.

"You be good while I'm gone! I'm counting on you to watch over the apartment," Dex said, smiling again as the furball seemed to stand up straighter. Dex reached into the cage and gave Ralgar a calming pat, then made sure the auto-feeder was full to the brim. He gave the Voorpak a small smile. "I'll be back soon." He sincerely hoped he was right.

From Dex's apartment, it was only a short walk to the nearest public transit station. Dex had never felt the need to buy a speeder on as busy and populated of a world as Coruscant - he could get a transport to anywhere on the planet without hardly any effort at all. The massive Anx squeezed onto the bus and gave the other passengers a toothy smile. He laughed privately at the reactions he could see and feel through the Force - Anx had been active members of galactic society for thousands of year, and he could still get a rise out of people just by looking at them. He knew his Master wouldn't approve, but he couldn't help himself - it was too funny!

After an uneventful and short trip to the nearest spaceport, Dex hauled himself off the transport and onto the landing pad. A quick check of the posted signed told Dex where docking bay 13 was, and he set off in that direction. As the docking bay came into sight, Dex saw that he was not the first to arrive - Lizza and Zelanna, if he remembered correctly, had arrived before him. They seemed to be having a quiet conversation and as Dex got closer, he was able to divine its purpose - the pilot of the craft didn't appear to be anywhere in sight. As he approached the other two, he felt a tickle in the Force. Curious, he opened himself to it, allowing the Force to flood his being and enhance his senses. Seeing things that others couldn't was a specialty of his, and he reached out with his feelings now, trying to discover what had peaked his interest.

At first, nothing out of the ordinary came to him but as he pushed himself further, he began to pick up residual traces of conflict. He felt certain that no death had occurred here, but there was a tremendous outpouring of emotions, including rage. Dex let out a soft sigh - he wished Master Damosphene was here. A fully trained Master would

 

Lennox Cicero

Club Holoshot

Lennox seems a bit taken back at the sudden response from the T'surr maiden. He leans forward and grins a bit, catering to Vena's curiousity.

?Oh yes the pilot we've hired has all the grade-explosives you need to take inside. We're also fairly certain that the explosives that the first crews took in could still be inside. If you could find those, it would give us more bang for our buck. Follow?? He grins a bit and tugs his ponytail a little.

?And you and your friends don't need to worry about payment. Those of you in it for money will find a rather handsome sum already deposited into your bank accounts. Courtesy of the New Republic Reform Agency.?

TAG: Vena, whomever hasn't left the table as of yet

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[b]Port Officer Sarman

[i]Dock 13[/i][/b]

[blockquote]The human male raises his eyebrow curiously as the three of you arrive ([b]Dex, Zelanna, Lizza[/b]) and rolls his eyes in disgust. He continues to type away at the computer terminal until he realizes that you aren't just standing around for your health. The man lets a sigh of frustration escape him as he grits his teeth and speaks to your odd little group in a rather conceited tone.

[color=blue]?Is there something you need? We don't charter refugee flights here...?[/color] He narrows his eyes on your group, singling each of you out with the tip of his stylus. He seems a bit uneasy around you, perhaps some type of xenophobia that isn't very well hidden. He clears his throat and tries to get back to work, but he senses that you and your comrades aren't quite done with him yet...[/blockquote]

[b]TAG: Lizza, Zelanna, Dex, those in or around Dock 13[/b]

 

IC: Zelanna Corsauri
Port 13

As the three of the group rounded the corner, the officer on duty had obviosuly spied their presence out of the corner of his eye. ?Is there something you need? We don't charter refugee flights here...? he said, looking at them shiftily. This drew ire in Zelanna's mind; what a jerk. This man never would have made it in the service.

Watch your mouth, pal, she snapped at him, moving a hand closer to her blaster pistol. She felt that the Jedi next to her were already keenly aware of what was going to happen, as they always seemed to have some sort of precognition on these kinds of things, but she wanted to make sure that she was prepared.

TAG: Everyone Else, GM

 

Dex Veratha
Hangar 13

"Watch your mouth, pal," Dex heard Zelanna say, obviously put off by the guards flippant and frankly insulting remark. Through the Force, he could feel tensions beginning to rise and he felt it best that he tamp down on that. Although he still had a feeling that everything wasn't alright here, this man was probably just here doing his job. Speciesism wasn't a noble virtue, that much was certain, but living on Coruscant Dex had grown a pretty thick skin. Of course, things were always more difficult for the "funny looking" species.

Projecting calm through the Force as best he could, Dex spoke up, "Easy now - we're not looking for any trouble. Perhaps you can help us, Officer. We were instructed to meet a chartered pilot here, but it seems that there is no trace of him. Would it be possible that you could check the computer records and see if something has happened?"

TAG: JEDIGUNSHIP, Zedd-Vega, others at Hangar 13

 

Vena Kamos, Female, Scoundrel
Club Holoshot

Lennox leans forward grinning. Vena leaned as well, trying not to flex her T'surr muscles as she listened to his response.

"Oh yes the pilot we've hired has all the grade-explosives you need to take inside. We're also fairly certain that the explosives that the first crews took in could still be inside. If you could find those, it would give us more bang for our buck. Follow?" He grins a bit and tugs his ponytail a little.

That was music to Vena's ears. That would make things much simpler. Lennox continued.

"And you and your friends don't need to worry about payment. Those of you in it for money will find a rather handsome sum already deposited into your bank accounts. Courtesy of the New Republic Reform Agency."

Vena held back a snort. It would be tempting to simply leave now, if that was the case. But the challenge had peaked her interest. She just hoped that the Republic paid well enough. With a short nod, she leaned back, and slapped her hand on the table. "Sounds good. Guess we should go find that ship of yours.."

With a chuckle, she slowly got up, and looking around one last time, she swiped the cards from the table, and finishing her drink, headed out of the club.

With a toothy grin, she made her way towards the dock, hoping that it would not be too difficult to find the ship.


Zedd-Vega, anyone else!

 

IC: Zelanna Coursauri
Dock 13

"Easy now - we're not looking for any trouble. Perhaps you can help us, Officer. We were instructed to meet a chartered pilot here, but it seems that there is no trace of him. Would it be possible that you could check the computer records and see if something has happened?"


Zelanna was still much angered by the man's flippant remarks towards the three of them, but she had to respect what the Jedi was doing. Although she was tempted to fight him, a part of being a good soldier was to try and avoid conflict if at all possible. If this ploy worked, they might be able to find out where the pilot was without starting a fight. At least they could try.

"What he said," she replied coldly, giving the officer a stare.

TAG: Dock People, GM