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| [Introduction]
Beginning playback... *static* "The Sith are waging constant war with the galaxy, and continue to try and get a foothold in the Empire. Although in reality, they have a- *static*- of power regardless. More likely its just for the public appeara- *static* There are few Jedi left, as they have been killed, chased into hiding, or worse... turned from their ways. If the order of good is going to survive, it'll take everyone banding together." *static* End Transmission... ---- "Welcome Master! Before we go lightspeed, I feel it my duty to inform you of certain rules that must be observed while aboard this vessel." One (1): There is to be no sex, swearing, or graphic violence as we may have younglings aboard. Two (2): Please report on deck no longer than three days after you have been summoned. Three (3): Please try to abide by these rules as closely as possible. Oh, and do enjoy the ride. |
 Wiskers  Data Bank Intel... Name: Ashley Kwon-ul Age: About 18 Race: Balosar Appearance: Distinctly human in appearance except for the two antenaepalps on their heads, although they can withdraw then and hide them beneath their hair. Most resemble sickly humans because they are rather frail and don't have much skin tone, due to their highly polluted world. Ashley has shaggy black hair, and blueish-gray eyes. He is lean and not particularly what you would assume to be tough or even very capable. Abilities: His antenae give him (obviously) heightened hearing (even into the subsonic range), and a very slight psychic intuition, including spike in emotion. This is apparently not classified as Force sensitivity. Another ability is the fact that all Balosar's are resistant to a wide amount of toxins and poisons, because they have already grown up breathing it in all-ready in their horrid atmosphere. Occupation: Offers his services and his ship for transporting passengers to and fro. Other (Optional): Ashley bought his way of his home world through the sale of deathsticks, but is now trying earnestly to make an honest living. | As with most Balosar's Ashley has an inherent dislike for Twi'lek's due to their production of the drug ryll, which challenged the sales of the Balosars' deathsticks. Although in Ashley's case it has died down from hate and even dislike into simply uncomfortableness when near them. Lonewolf - Catching up Name:Zan CrudakAge: 57 give or take a few months Race: Shi'ido - Little is actually known of the mysterious Shi'ido. Shi’ido Senior Anthropologist Mammon Hoole; once stated that when scout ships arrived on the planet to take surveys, the Shi'ido populace takes the forms of rocks, trees, or monsters to scare the colonists off. Shi'ido are a shy yet curious species. Some of them prefer to avoid confrontations with other species, especially on their home-world Lao-mon. Despite their secretive nature, Shi'ido can not resist the urge to travel the galaxy and study other cultures. Shi'ido has a very long life span and can live up to 500 years old or longer no-one knows for sure. Shi'ido are considered adults at 61 years of age. Their ability to change shape (called "skin shifting") improves with age, as well as the ease in which they change forms. Young Shi'ido can only change the color of their skin and imitate minor Humanoid species, while individuals past the age of a hundred can change into any small to large alien species or creature within their natural boundaries and were even capable of changing any clothing they wear. If a Shi'ido attempted to change into a species beyond their size limit, they can end up stuck in that form for several weeks to a few months. Mammon Hoole claimed to have taken the shape of a Hutt and a Whaladon, both of which may have exceeded the natural Shi'ido limit, so there may be exceptions to this rule. Unlike Clawdites, Shi'ido are not limited to taking the form of only humanoid species and did not feel pain or discomfort when they change shape. Also, Shi'ido do not immediately revert back to their true form when they were fatigued or incapacitated as Clawdites do. Shi'ido also have a form of telepathy. They can project false impressions to all other species except fellow Shi’ido. This is extremely useful when studying species that identifies each other through smell as well as sight, a Shi'ido could project the feeling that they had the same exact scent as that particular species. Their telepathy requires great concentration, and they lose control of it if they are distracted. Shi'ido are also able to shift while storing items inside of their body. Force-sensitive Shi'idos are known to hold multiple light saber hilts within their body. Other items, such as pistols, drugs, or com-links could also be stored. Appearance:Near-human in appearance, his skin color has an olive tint to it. He has hazel brown eyes with slightly larger than normal pupils when in his regular form, also while in his regular form he stands 6’3, with a lean slightly muscular build. (He likes variety so his forms change from time to time depending on his mood.) his original hair color is a mixture of black and brown with a line of silver down the middle that reaches the middle of his back. The clothing he wears can change at the drop of a hat, but he favors dark colors. Abilities: Shape-shifting, telepathy, and a growing force sensitivity. Occupation: An observer of species across the galaxy, but to pay the bills he tends to do pretty much anything with the exception of a few things depending on his mood. Other (Optional):Zan spent ten years of his life as an assassin for hire which paid good money. However, after becoming extremely good at this he began to dislike it and distanced himself from it taking on anything but that, and has since dedicated himself to observation of species unless he needed to use his assassin skills to get himself out of a tight situation. He has an odd personality which shifts from one thing to the next. Zan is currently wanted for theft of black market weapons under the alias "Shadak Zankul" Bumble Bee Name:Barna ReiAge: Early twenties. Race: Togurta Appearance: Deep red skin with white stripes across her chest, back, and arms. She has two montrals, and four lekku, one of which is encircled in gold ringlets. She wears loose fitting dresses, and a traditional akul headress. Abilities: Force abilities, lekku/montral sensitivity. Occupation: Out of the job. Was part of Torgurtas Royal Family, but the Empire as recently chased them out. Other (Optional): You'll see... XD LdyPhoenix Name: Jossa GolorAge: 20 Race: Rutian Twi'lek Appearance: Her skin is a shade of deep aquamarine and her eyes are steel gray. A pair of shapely prehensile tentacles grew from the base of the skull (lekku) replacing hair. Her body shape is human, and she is slightly muscular from training. She usually wears a sleeveless off-white tunic, brown leggings that tuck into her knee-high brown boots. Abilities: Some Force abilities, a sensitivity through her lekku, a large-range telepathy with other Twi'lek. Occupation: "Gentleman Thief" - Jossa steals high quality items from high-rank people she feels will not miss their stolen items amongst their other goods. ;) Others: At the age of 16, Jossa was sold into slavery by her uncle in order to pay the family bills. She was bought by a crime lord who favored "rare" colored Twi'leks as dancers in his night clubs. After two years of dancing and working side jobs as a thief, Jossa took the opportunity to escape on a large job, and now makes her living by what she considers more honorable means. Wiskers Ashley was sitting on a crate near his ship; a lilting, melodic sound came from the flute that was at his lips. Most didn't notice it much though, since in a space port a lot was often going on at once! Venders, tourists, and down right no good'ers were all around. It was life. Not a bad one, either. He thought to himself as he shifted his fingers, therefore changing the note. A lot better then it was before. Not too long ago it seemed, though in reality it been a few years, that he'd been hawking death sticks on the street of his homeworld. Many Balosar's never got far even with the money they made, because most were addicted to the very thing they were selling. He'd been successful in staving his own addiction for quite some time now. But it was always there... A near-human woman was pulling to unruly kids behind her, while attempting to carry their bags as well. He put the flute down. "Traveling?" He asked, getting off the box and moving forward. She looked him over. "Not with a Balosar." She continued to walk and tug. "Hhmm." Ashley self consciously touched one of his antenaepalps. His left one had a few earrings in it. He'd always thought they looked nice... He withdrew them into his head. "Balosar, eh?" He turned to see a man who seemed to be in his late fifties. At least he looked like a man... hard to tell sometimes. "Uh... no?" The man laughed. "A little far from your homeworld, aren't ya?" The man didn't seem to be judgmental. Ashley smiled back. "Yeah, I guess." "You run a... freight ship?" The man said, motioning towards his ship. "If the freight is passengers, then yes." "Ah..." The man seemed to be thinking something over. "Where are you bound?" "Taris maybe... somewhere near the core." He shrugged. "You need a ride?" The man had a twinkle in his eyes. "I'm considering it." Lonewolf - Catching up “I suppose I should introduce myself.” Zan said to Ashley with a chuckle.“My name is Shadak Zankul, and I’m looking for a quick way to get off of this rock. If it would be possible, now would be a good time for us to go. I’ll pay you extra for the trouble.” The young man looked at him as if he were wrestling with the decision of what to do. “How much are you willing to pay?” Ashley asked suspiciously Zan looked around expecting the death stick runners he had ripped off to come around the corner any minute, and then focused back on Ashley. He opened his trench coat, and then quickly reaching into his body and grabbed the box filled with credits and produced them to Ashley. “This box contains 50,000 credits. I trust that should be enough for safe passage to someplace else, quick?” Zan smiled. Ashley’s eyes nearly bulged at the thought of 50,000 credits in his hands but kept his cool. “Looks like we’re going on a trip.” Ashley announced with a smile. I just might stick around this young man. He has a good aura about him, Zan thought Once we are on our way I think I will reveal to Ashley what I really look like. Shadak Zankul is fine, but I have had enough of acting like a human. Zan thought as Ashley showed him what the inside of the ship looked like. “I have a feeling I chose right by coming in search of your services Ashley.”Zan confessed with a smile. Bumble Bee "Strange planet." Barna sighed."Don't worry, you'll be safe here my lady." "Don't call me that." "Sorry." Barna rolled her eyes and walked off the ship. They were staying two days max on Coroscaunt, then moving on. Or, that's what the guard thought. It was strange to her how itchy peasant clothes were. She was used to long, training robes trimmed with the soft, thick hair of the Akul. It didn't matter how loose the dress was on her, it was itchy. As for her gold ringlets, they were covered in paint. If anyone asked about her now oddly-shaped lekku, she was to tell them that it was a deformation at birth, not that there was gold ringlets around it. Lies, that's all life is now. Secrets and lies. They have warped our lives until we know longer know what is secret, or what is truth. At this point, she didn't even feel like she could trust her body guard, and that's the first person royalty should depend on. There was a tug at her pocket. She whirled around, but no one was there. She reached into her pocket, to find her birth chain had vanished. "Wait, someone stole my chain." she whispered to her guard. The two searched the crowd. "I can't find anyone that would be a suspect." "Everyone is a suspect. These people who pickpocket for their job have to master an art." "So do guards who are supposed to catch them." she replied dryly. The body guard didn't seem to hear, but continued searching. "Forget it. We aren't going to find it. It's not needed anymore anyways. It's better if there is no trace of who I really am. Let's just go and do what we need to do, then leave. I'm hating this planet more by the second." "You mean hide, correct?" "Why would I hide where the Empire reigns?" Barna started walking to the Jedi Temple when she was blocked. "I forbid you to go there." "Perhaps I can negotiate something out." "Your parents would be displeased." "I am not here to satisfy my parent's requests, but to protect my people. Now, stay out of my way. Your job is to guard, not council me." "I hate to interrupt you, but what do you think you'll be able to negotiate with the Emperor?" "Anything I want to. Now, shut it!" she hissed. "We should only stay a couple of days though..." "NO! We must find a weakness we can use against the Empire." "But that could take years..." "Not if we're close by to him." "You wouldn't suggest such a thing!" "I would do anything for my people. Now, lets go. We cannot afford to lose time. We've already lost so much of it, thanks to you." Barna confidently led the way to the Jedi Temple. If she was to start looking for a weakness, the best place to go would be where it all began. LdyPhoenix The humidity of the small room seemed to stick the surface of Jossa's skin. Not wanting to be polite, she tugged at the borrowed cape she wore around her shoulders while sipping something akin to very weak tea. It was rare she encountered hospitality. She was going to make the best of it.Luther, one of the rare human contacts she had, stroked the twin statues with reverence as his wife placed another tray on the makeshift wooden table. In her line of business, she had come across a lot of collectors and a lot of greedy buyers. Luther was the rare exception. He didn't appraise the statue for credit value or prestige. He lightly touched his piece of heritage in awe of it's craftsmanship and beauty. "I have been looking for these pieces since I was a boy." He set the bronze pieces back into the velvet lined box of which Jossa had brought them in. "My grandfather used to tell the children of my village stories about these pieces. I never imagined them to be real. And yet...here they are." He turned to her, the strong emotion on his face making her squirm in her seat. "How can I ever repay you?" "You've always been a safe haven for me whenever I needed a place to escape. Think of this as a thank you for all of these years." Luther's wife Marta sat next to her husband, clasping her hands in his. "You are always welcome here," she said with a gentle smile. "Tell me. Were the pieces hard to come by?' Jossa allowed herself a small smirk. "The security was complex. One of the best systems I've seen all year. But as you can tell, it wasn't a problem at all." Luther and his wife chuckled. "Well, if there is anything you-" Jossa's hand shot up, signaling the couple to remain quiet. She stood and walked quietly to the entrance, tilting her head slightly to better feel the sensitivity of lekku. There were three, rather large Twi'lek a block from where she stood. And they were searching for her. She turned back to the couple, crouching down at their knees. "I need to leave out the back. My past has decided to catch up with me today. If they come in and question, tell them the truth. They're less likely to hurt you that way." "We could never-" "You must! If only for my sake." She could feel them coming closer. "I have to go now. Stay safe." Jossa took off running out the back of the hut, through the different pathways, into the crowds of people of the space port. She didn't look back. She didn't need to. The sensitivity the Twi'lek have between each other was too ingrained for most to ignore. Oh how she wanted to forget that part of her past. Neither Orkin or his men would ever touch her again. Jossa stealthily weaved between the ships at port, pressing her body against the hull of a freighter as she listened for the goons who were chasing after her. It had been such a long time since she been run down after. It was almost...exhilarating. Still, if she wanted to keep wanted to kept off Orkins radar, she needed to get off planet. And fast. "Ma'am," a voice said from inside the hull. "I need you to move away from the ship. I've got to take off and can't with you in the way." "I need passage." "Ma'am-" Jossa took the full bag of credits from within her cape pocket, and pulled the opening wide for the captain to see. It was nearly her full haul, but she had enough to get her to the next job. "Get me off the forsaken planet, and this is yours." There was a long pause. She could hear footsteps coming up from behind. Jossa needed to be ready to take off again if... "Hop aboard." Jossa quickly made her way inside the ship, meeting a Balosar on the deck. He gave her a glance up and down. Lovely. In all the gin joints, in all the world. He gruffly stuck out his hand. "Name's Ashley." Jossa pushed back the hood of her cape, running a hand over her lekku. Their people had a hatred for one another. She guessed though that the bottom line could override any discomfort. She shook the Balosar's hand with a firm grasp. "Jossa. Now when can we get this bird in the air?" Wiskers "I'd strap in if I were you." Ashley said, switching a few buttons and jumping in his pilots seat. Zan had already retreated to his cabin, but hopefully when he felt the ship starting up he'd secure himself. This might be a bumpy ride... The Twi'lek did as she was told, but looked disdainfully at the ships condition as she did so. Ashley pulled up on the joy stick and the ship lurched into the air. He could see a few people shielding their eyes from the dust, standing just about where they had been. "Man... what'd you do to piss those guys off?" He said, smiling. She didn't smile back, but instead gripped her seat belt. "Is this thing even going to make it out of atmo?" "Of course!" His smile dissipated for a second. "... probably" "Your joking, right?" He could see her glaring at him from the corner of his eyes. "Uh..." He was rapidly checking buttons and gauges, and flipping switches. "Well, it wasn't made for such quick a take off." "Lovely." A few minutes later and they had indeed made it out, or at least mostly. "Phew!" Ashley smiled broadly, putting his arms behind his head after switching on the auto pilot. "That was close." She looked at him through squinted eyes then unbuckled herself and stood. "I wouldn't do that, were not totally out and it can be a little bump-..." He said. When he craned his neck to see what she was doing he found her doing her own diagnostic of this ship. "Hey!" He unbuckled himself and moved over to her. "I don't know how you guys do things, but we don't just go around touching other peoples ships." "Right, you just steal them." "What?" He asked amused. "I paid for this ship." "With what?" She raised her brow at him. Ashley stopped smiling. "With creds." He crossed his arms. "And before you get too quick into accusing me, why were those people chasing you?" "None of your-" Suddenly the ship lurched and they both fell, except Ashley sort of ended up on top off Jossa. "Ah, thats interesting." They looked up to see Zan standing in the doorway, smiling at them. Ashley dusted himself off and would have given a hand to Jossa, but Zan already had. "Pleasure to meet you." He said politely. "The pleasure is mine." She said. "Oh, now she's polite..." Ashley murmured as he headed back to his seat. LdyPhoenix Jossa sat with the older man named Zan and had a civilization conservation - the first in many months sans her interactions with clients like Luther. There was a sense of ease she had with the other passenger that was comforting. Unlike the pilot's grumpy demeanor, Zan treated her with the utmost respect, his gaze never wandering to other parts of her body or turning to disdain for her Twi'lek appearance. It was... lovely.But every so often Jossa found herself discreetly glancing in the Balosar's direction. She didn't trust him. Whether it was instinctual or habit, there was something about being around him that made her feel uneasy. She had to take his ship - there was no other choice. That didn't mean she had to stay. The moment they touched down again she was gone. "So, Jossa, is it? Where are you from?" The sound of the captain's voice made her lekku twitch. "Kala'uun." "Ah, yes, home to the Ryll mines." The scorn she heard in his voice made her defensive. "Not all of us were miners, Ashley." He swung around in his seat to peer at both her and Zan. She couldn't tell if he was upset or neatly controlling his rage. "It was the production of Ryll that made Deathsticks next to nothing in the market. Lives depended on those sales." "And lives were ruined by them - by them both. The worlds would have been better off if they had never existed." "Excuse me if I'm wrong, Miss Jossa", Zan asked politely. "But the export of Ryll brought Ryloth out of the brink of destitution. I would think you would be happy that it did so well in the market." Jossa twisted in her seat so she could peer out the cockpit window. The stars and never-ending darkness soothed her rapidly beating heart. "You are right, Zan. It saved our planet from starvation, but placed our people in slavery. Ryloth became a planet where product could be made. Nothing more. We are but a tourist attraction now." "And the men after you?" Ashley's voice drew her attention back to the here and now. "Do they want their slave back?" The word slave rolled over her skin like a dead fish, the slimy texture making her feel dirty. Once, she had been sold. She had been a slave, to do whatever her owner had bid. But she was that no longer. She refused on her life to go back to degradation. "Yes, they want their slave back," Jossa said through clenched teeth. "But they aren't going to get her. Does anyone here have a problem with that." "Of course not, Miss Jossa." "And you, Captain?" They looked at each other, Twi'lek to Balosar, the racial turbulence standing between them. But underneath it all there was something else brewing. Something very close to understanding The captain's frown turned to a quick smirk. "You pay the creds, you're apart of my ship. My code is simple and true." Jossa returned his smirk with one of her own. "We'll see how long that creed lasts you." © Copyright 2009 Wiskers, Lonewolf - Catching up, Bumble Bee, LdyPhoenix, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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