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"You ask some rather direct questions for someone who just wandered over," said Alew suspiciously, "I get this little feeling you're here for a reason, and I don't like that you're keeping it secret" | |
PD-37 followed the organics towards the entrance. If he had eyes he would have rolled them at the sight of two new organics. He stayed quiet through out the encounter until he notices both of them flinch in pain for no apparent reason. "Query: why did your two just grasp your necks? Surely no one had stabbed you, other wise both of you would be dead." PD-37 asked more out of curiosity than anything. His Optics swerved towards the wookie. "Mocking Statement: And by my guess the walking rug would have to move the bodies." | |
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The wookie walks over to the robot and looks down on it. Probably a tad bit larger. It is not known what the purpose of this move is, although humans (meatbags) might find it intimidating. | |
PD-37 looked up at the wookie. "Mocking Statement: Hello, furry one. Sarcastic Statement: Did you take offense to my carpet comment, If so I apologize. Addendum: Also, you can talk, even if it is only the growls with which your species communicate. Some one would surly understand you." He said as he turned and walked back into the ship. | |
A trickle of pride slowly returns to the crestfallen Wookie as he feels something he hasn't felt in a long while. Rage. | |
The large muscular wookie takes the bot with its right hand by its. . . (( Neck? Upper Circuit? Tube connecting body with optics?) And lifts it above ground. It growls something. In Thykaran - "Indeed I speak man of metal. Any words from you? It will be the last you ever speak" -A series of growls and groans- He raises his left hand as a fist. | |
"Threat: Ah, ah, ah furry one." PD-37 said drawing his heavy blaster pistol and twisting his arm to point it at the wookie's head. "One more inch of that fist and you find my rug comment all the more true." He said as hi optics twisted to face the wookie now glowing red. "Warning: I am a Bounty Hunter, I have a few contacts that would pay a high price for a wookie pelt." | |
John shuffled uncomfortably where he stood. The mysterious strangers had not even had time to answer before a surge of negative emotion hit the man. He knew that between the enraged screams roaring from the medical bay and this new display of wookie/droid diplomacy that full on conflict would soon brew if steps weren't taken. His voice was firm and calm as he spoke. "Ok, we get it you two. Either of you could tear the other limb from limb. I'd just really prefer you not do that here. Or, you know, at all. There is no benefit to senselessly destroying each other here." | |
Chal looks to the droid. His eyes narrow as he slowly puts it down. He looks to John as he takes the left hand formed to a fist, opens it and uses it to clap the comparably small robot on its ((upper-optics?)) Head. A small whispery growl ((Might sound like a purr from a distance)) can be heard. He releases the robot with its right hand that was in tight grip around its neck-tube and steps away from it. Making an gesture suggesting that he firmly believes himself as the mature one between him and the sentient robot. ((Such a gesture most people know, but I really cannot explain)) | |
John shallowly sighed as he rubbed his eyes. Crisis averted for now. Still, there was whatever was happening in the medical bay to consider. The yells he had heard earlier from that direction did not seem pleased. "Alright...I've got something I need to check on real quick. I would really prefer it if we kept the hand-to-hand combat down to a minimum." As John poked his head in the medical bay he was greeted with a sight that confused him more than anything else. The body of the former captain had become entirely unincorporated and the scout was sound asleep. After a moment of staring at the scene slack-jawed he called out to the scout. "Hey...you doing alright pal? I heard some sort of commotion in here." | |
The wookie follows John, turning around to the droid. Uses two fingers pointing to his own eyes and then to the droid's optics. -I'll be watching you- Chal looks on to the scene with the body. Growls slowly, drawing his bowcaster as if he was looking for signs of trouble. | |
The felling dallas had suddenly stopped as he was sent to his knees from being completely exhausted from the experience. He was breathing heavily on the ground trying to regain his focus. Dallas brought himself back to his feet still in a little pain. "It's hard to explain but something pulled me over here I just don't know what. I am not an assassin or a thief or anything like that, I'm just a lost at the moment and something started to pull me here so here I am." Dallas responded to Alexandra's accusation. | |
John and Chal find the scout sleeping of a hangover. He's knocked cold from drunkendness. Aside from the ashs of the captain, everything seems normal. | |
"Warning: And I'll be watching you furry one, The hunt is far from over." PD-37 said as he watched the wookie turn out of sight. He turned and headed towards the cargo bay. "Query: Now that the organic has ruined my fun what shall I do to pass the time?" He asked himself out loud as he began to run through his options. | |
John kneeled by the remains of the former captain. As he ran the ashes between his fingers he muttered quietly to himself.
"Sorry Cap...we hardly knew you." He stood up and faced the wookie. "I've never seen anything like this before. What could have caused it?" He glanced over at the scout and shook his head. The pleasantness that had earlier permeated his speech had almost faded completely. Still, his mind was as clear and open. "Guess we're gonna have to wait for him to wake up before getting anymore details on this." As he moved for the door, he took a long look at the wookie and stopped in his tracks. "Hey big guy, I guess I haven't even asked for a name yet. You'll have to excuse me, my Shyriiwook isn't all that great. I know a little but I'm nowhere as proficient as some I've known." He extended a hand in greeting, unsure of what etiquette was acceptable. "Name's John." | |
The wookie looks to Johns hand. Then looks to his bowcaster. Then looks back to Johns face. It decides to simply nod. | |
PD notes that he has all rooms of the ship aside from the med bay to himself while the others are outside. He also has new notifications on his Bounty database for this planet, and two messages on his...email? Whatever the Star Wars thing for that is. | |
An amused look spread across the smuggler's face as he withdrew his hand. Message received. John knew that he had an ally, even if he didn't have a name yet. He moved to join the discussion going on outside. There was nothing more that could be done in here now. | |
"Realization: Excellent! New prey." PD-37 said excitedly as his personal Datapad chimed with a new message. "Query: Who is this planet after? Two choices, A Duros by the name of Entam Pana. Query: Price? 150,000 Credits, for? Skipping out on debt? Alive, preferably, dead acceptable as long as his debt is paid. Mocking statement: Another organic who couldn't resist gambling. Query: Pazzack or Swoop racing I wonder? Probably Swoop for such a large price. Query: Next? A Aquaish, for? Took a larger than agreed share of a heist? Excellent! Price? 200,000 Credits, a bonus if brought alive. Name? Qura Neem." PD-37 read off his two new targets. He was excited for a chance to hunt. "Statement: But first, I should scout this ship before I leave. From what I've observed there may be several ideal locations to stage an ambush for any prey that wonders aboard." He said as he began to scan the cargo room. | |
Sure, Sage. You are on small ship. It has three engines, one on each side and one in the center of the back. There is a "living room" in the center of the ship and a cramped, circular Med Bay to the west of that. The living room has a large table with a holograpic projecter and food replicator. It seats six. A bathroom sits to the side of the room. The cockpit is to the north. Two people barely fit inside, and there is little to no leg room. The two gunner spaces sit adjacent to the cockpit and remotely control the two turrets next to the first two engines. The screens inside project what the turret would see. To the south of the living room is a cargo bay. Below the living room is six bunks and an open shower(like in a prison). There is nothing in the cargo bay, having been emptied at Prazium. However, PD finds a hidden compartment. | |
PD-37 searched the cargo hold thoroughly, annoyed at the fact there were no good places to hide should he want to set an ambush. "Annoyed Statement: Not one place, to hide! Not a one!" He said as he scanned the room once more. "Retraction: Ah but wait what is this? A Hidden compartment. Well Captain, let's see what you've been hiding." He said as he bent down to reach the compartment hidden in the floor of the cargo hold. "Elated Statement: Ah a Credit Chit! Surprised Statement: And a Zabrak Heavy Blaster! For an Organic captain, you had a fine taste in blasters." He said taking the chrome plated Iridonian Blaster and replacing his right hand blaster. "Statement: Now let's see how much you had saved up captain. Incredulous Statement: That is a lot of Zeros! Add that to my current funds, plus the rewards for the bounties out. That equals out to plenty of Credits for my own ship! Maybe even a Yacht!" If they could PD's eyes would be glowing even brighter. "Elated Statment: My I'm even feeling generous perhaps I'll take along one of the organics. Of course maybe I should just bring them all, I will need a crew until I can afford to build a droid crew." PD wondered to himself befor turning and leaving the cargo hold. | |
Chal takes a last look at the captain before deciding to pick him up and find a trash disposal unit. He may well be a wookie but he has a firm dislike for bodies lying around on the floor. And its not like Space could heard the man even more. | |
Chal picks up the burnt skeleton, the only remains of Captain Kord, when all of a sudden it starts glowing green. Chal is confused. And then, to the Wookie's shock, the skeleton flings itself upright, and leaps into Chal, clawing and biting at him! At the same time, the two visitors sense a huge spike of Dark Side energy coming from the med bay. | |
Chal's thick skin, fur. And metal armor, does a lot to limitt the damage. Although Chal gets pretty mad. The uncut claws can be seen come out between the hairs on his hands as he jumps towards the skeleton. A wookies claws are sharp and should cut even bone with the muscles of a wookie. | |
Chal's claws smash into the skeleton's skull, shattering it. The headless body flails around aimlessly. | |
Dallas felt something coming from the direction of the med bay, dallas couldn't tell what it was but it felt evil to him. He subconsciously walked towards the med bay. Once he made it into the med bay he saw a wookie standing near a flailing around skeleton with no head. "Woah what's going on here?" Dallas questioned as he looked at the skeleton flailing around aimlessly. | |
The skeleton stops for a moment. It twitchs. Then, it flies like a mynock on glitterstim at Dallas, as an otherworldy scream echos from it. | |
"Woah" Dallas shouted surprised that the skeleton would attack him like that. Dallas knew he didn't have time RP draw his weapon so he focused his force powers in his right arm and punched the skeleton. | |
The skeleton hits the wall, and jumps apart. | |
John had followed Dallas back into the medical bay just in time to see the chaos that had unfolded. He stood there befuddled as the skeleton was quickly shattered by the effective tactics of his peers. "Was that...the skeleton of the Captain? What the hell is going on here?" He slumped against the wall and his head found its way into his palm. Evil forces were at work...forces beyond his comprehension. God I need another hit. | |
"Damn skeleton, I wonder what caused it to attack. Hey wookie are you alright?" Dallas said while shaking his hand trying to regain feeling in it. | |
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Avery checks the bottle he's been drinkin'. It was recreated Tarisien Ale, but not much of it has been drank at all really. Hmm, I better lye down. he thinks and goes to take a nap on some desk.