Ian
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Post by Ian on Apr 17, 2007 21:52:03 GMT -5
Looking at the door he speaks to no one in particular as he asks, "If I go out the door will I come back?" A quick turn of his head confirms the small suspicion welling in the depths of his mind that speaks volumes with the sharp realization that he might not actually want to come back to this particular set of quarters. However, given the metaphorical aspect of his unanswered question he still finds room to debate. Thus having established that he isn't to far outside of the parameters of what is considered sane he continues with his one sided dialog.
"By all accounts I'm not sure if I want to come back to this room, but the question still remains. Will I come back to any room." He asks himself? With nothing but the bare walls for company his mind responds in its unique manner as it seems to speak to him.
"Not likely," his inner voice replies.
"Options," he asks himself?
"If you go out the door you face uncertain levels of danger multiplied by the even more uncertain loyalties. Either you run solo, or you stay with Kala, Kyc'n and Kuur and take your chances. Both options have very limited prospects of survival."
"Discuss solo options," he says to himself.
His mind grinding through the limited data that he has accumulated seems to produce a three dimensional map of the cantina showing him a line of escape out the window and into the unknown back allies. Several flashing points designate specific points of interest to him in regards to obvious danger points. He hears his inner voice speak as it says, "Information is to limited to ascertain accurate probabilities of success. However, if you do choose the solo option proceed with haste."
Standing he moves quickly to the window. Reaching out with his two powerful hands he grabs the window and forces it open. Looking down into the grimy back alleys he examines the ground for a probable point of impact. With a sudden start he remembers that he will leave his data-pad behind if he jumps. Turning he moves over to the bed to fetch the data-pad when he hears his inner voice speak again.
"Would you actually abandon one of those who raised you up?"
"Damn it I repaid my debts to them," Ian screams at nothing.
"Can you repay your debts to the people who took you from your humble beginnings and took you into their home? Can you ever stop repaying the people who saw to your education and even helped you gained a position with the Republic Engineering Corp?"
"That was 15 damn years ago. There isn't anyway to be sure if the woman is even one of them," he says as he verbally spits each word from his mouth.
"And you have thought to ask have you?"
Ian groans as he reaches down and picks up his data-pad and slides it into the holster on his hip. Noticing a small closet he walks over to it and opens it. Obviously those who occupied the room before him hadn't been to concerned with keeping it tidy as the closet is nearly jammed full with discarded items. From the heap he pulls a large hat, a long brown coat, and a small tote bag. He moves over to the bed and sets the items down on it carefully and pulls out his data-pad.
Running the data-pad over the clothing after activating a one of the devices many modifications he determines with a fair degree of certainty that the clothing doesn't appear to be rigged with any extra electronic devices. Given the musty scent of the clothing he determines that obviously the articles have been left in the closet for quite some time prior to his discovery of them. Not being one to turn away a change of clothing he pulls the hat down low over his eyes, draws the coat over his shoulders, and straps the tote bag over his right shoulder after stuffing one of the cleaner blankets found in the room into it. Having seen to his needs he forces himself to avoid ransacking the room and he leaves.
Without any glances back to room as he walks down the stairs and joins Kyc'n, Kala, and Kuur.
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Kyc'n Mevek
Jedi Padawan
Force Warrior/Jedi Guardian
"If a Jedi ignites his lightsaber, he must be ready to take a life. ~ Odan-Urr
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Post by Kyc'n Mevek on Apr 20, 2007 3:17:54 GMT -5
Kuur bowed lightly to her. A universal form of greeting for nearly any species as Kyc'n glanced over and gave the tip of his head. " Morning. " He said quietly, a far-a-way look to his eyes as something twitched along his jaw.
Elsewhere the Force was being disturbed, in the course of the night he had fitfull dreams of watching a woman dark in complexion have her heart torn free only to be devoured before her own eyes. He seen his Master's face smiling and motioning for men to move, giving orders as if he were a commander, he'd seen Zien in a struggle, a man and a woman tending a garden, swordsmen clashing as they fought over a glowing light. All of it vague for the most part but a few vivid points came clearly. Even now he felt something else pull along the threads of the Force a destructive power that drew all eyes to it.
A hand rose up rubbing over his temples as Ian came to the base of the stairs, his eyes rolling up to stare at the man who had clothed himself in new attire. " Well, that solves that. " Kyc'n mumbled, figuring O'Shea had the best idea. Though there had been no real way for the Duros or himself to change clothing.
" I know the way to the Plaza. " Said Kuur, " Follow. " He motioned waving them on as he exited the building out the back door, let through the kitchen area by one of the burly Trandoshan guards that roamed the Kut-kut. " It is in bad sector, very ugly place but we will do fine. Blasters should help if we run into trouble, most are poor in Plaza so not much to worry for - weapons primitive. "
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Apr 23, 2007 7:57:09 GMT -5
Watches the little Duro stand up and he says, "Perhaps we ought to consider having a brief chat first." Not that he doesn't want to get moving, but he has noticed the distinct tendency of all involved to fling themselves head long into situations without at least briefly discussing their options. With this he doesn't at all feel compelled to move with haste simply because they were asked to do so. The value he places on his own safety far outweighs the considerations of Volda, whatever they might appear to be, and he is hungry.
How could one be expected to perform at his optimum on an empty stomach? Not an ideal state of affairs, and it would be wise for all if they took just a few moments to enjoy a brief repast. Not that much was likely available from the cantina, but food is food. The stomach would do its work with even the most bland of dishes. Work that would power their bodies through the day. With this in mind he says, "And besides we haven't eaten in quite sometime. I doubt the wisdom on embarking on such a quest without at least eating something."
He waits sitting in the chair he has sat upon for an answer. Either way he is going to eat sooner or later. If Volda places any value on them he would see fit to ensure that they had been properly cared for so that they would be better able to carry out their mission. Thus far the only provisions Volda has made was the use of two rooms. No food, no information, no weapons, and nothing of any real use. Having operated outside the acceptable scope of the law on numerous occasions he is well aware of the need to see to the needs of those in youre employ. Volda has so far done very little to see to the personal needs of the party. To Ian this shrieks out a very dangerous message.
The message, shortly put, is this group isn't valued. With no value placed on the provisioning of the party it makes Ian suspect that their survival isn't all that important to Volda. Working under these sorts of conditions called for some discussion to ensure everyone was operating under the same set of assumptions. No point in clouding the situation needlessly.
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Kyc'n Mevek
Jedi Padawan
Force Warrior/Jedi Guardian
"If a Jedi ignites his lightsaber, he must be ready to take a life. ~ Odan-Urr
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Post by Kyc'n Mevek on Apr 24, 2007 1:08:47 GMT -5
Kuur of course had already exited out of the back as he thought others were. He had no desire to hang around Volda's longer than they have. They were helping him and he was helping them. Beyond that nothing more was expected, the Duros knew better than to aim for more. In and out in his mind were the best ways to deal with the Kvralkta. Times in the past he had learned this, brief was best.
Kyc'n stopped to look at Ian then Kala. " If he wants to stay and eat let him. Probably not the smartest thing to do but neither is what we're up to. At least though... it's activity and we're moving. " He didn't say much more towards Ian as he as well headed out the backdoor. Abit confused on why the man chose now of all times to drag 'ass' since they'd been waiting for morning. He wasn't a fan of rushing off headlong into any of this but necessity had dubbed otherwise. They were wanted, they were Rebels, worse things had been done in the past. A glance back and then he too was outside.
Kuur waiting them outside. " Where is Ian? " He asked.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Apr 25, 2007 10:05:18 GMT -5
Ian steps out the back door and nods to the small group. Wiping away the crumbs of his quickly eaten snack he lets out a burp. Looking satisfied he says, "I don't know about you, but if I am going to die I'd rather do it on a semi-full belly." He privately thinks to himself that his belly would be much fuller had it been an order of something far more substantial than a quickly pastry, and a piece of unidentified fruit. Still food is food, and when it is needed like it is now he isn't going to whine about it. At least not whine publically, as he has other things to say publically.
"So we going to walk in one big gaggle and get slaughtered all at once, or are we going to spread out a bit and let someone walk tail end charlie," he asks? It only makes sense to him that they don't provide a large moving target. With someone in the rear it would be possible for that person to either intercede, or provide a path of retreat. It isn't the best idea as far as ideas go, but in this group ideas aren't exactly tumbling from the heavens. He almost wishes he had thought to strap on his well worn old blaster prior to reporting to work yesterday. The comfort of having the pistol with him would have been well recieved.
Something about the comforting grip of his Merr Sonn Munitions DD6 Blaster pistol had always proved soothing for him. He isn't a gunslinger by any stretch of the imagination. His choice of pistol reflects a person who is competent in the use of blasters without the flair of a consumate student in the art of gun play. His knowledge having been gained through the association of various military officers throughout the years. It simply did not pay on some of his missions to go unarmed. At this moment any pistol would do, just so long as it is a working pistol.
He says as much when he says, "I'd like to get my hands on a weapon. I'm not a gunslinger by trade, but when you worked enough rough postings like I have you learn to handle a weapon or die quickly."
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Zien
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Post by Zien on Apr 29, 2007 12:35:53 GMT -5
Zien had pretty much decided that getting back into the cantina that night was going to be to difficult, even for a practiced scoundrel like himself. So instead of running in guns blazing to try and rescue them from the trap that they were heading into he simply watched and waited outside sticking to the shadows and tending to his injuries. He had managed to stop the bleeding from the large laceration on his arm and had bandaged it with his shirt and the cut on his cheekbone had also stopped bleeding, but it wasn't covered at the moment.
They both hurt like hell and had hurt even more as soon as his adreniline had worn off, but he had to stay and make sure that they didn't leave and walk headlong into the trap that had been set for them. Zien did leave for a moment earlier, simply to procure a large cloak type garment to wrap around his body and with a hood to keep over his face. The less of his now paler blue skin from loss blood that he showed probably the better, plus it helped to conceal the fact that he was strapped with 3 blasters and a newly acquired vibroknife. So here he was leaning against the side of a building in what remained of its shadows watching the backdoor of the cantina.
The reasoning behind being closer to the backdoor was because he figured during the day a party of wanted people exiting out the front door of the building would probably be noticed and even though they were walking into a set up, they still wanted to maintain the air of loyalty more then likely. A scowl slipped to his lips as he slipped behind the corner as one of the guards strolled past and into the backdoor of the cantina. This was going to be difficult, especially if they walked out with people that weren't actually with them. If that happened he would have to shadow them and hopefully be able to get close enough to warn them before they were trapped.
If they all came out together as in Kuur, Kala, Ian, and Kyc'n then he wouldn't have a problem, except for convincing them that it was a trap. Then again if they did come out with some of Volda's thugs he could always go unpredictable Chiss gunslinger and take them all out and then let them know what was going on... A grin slipped to Zien's face as his nimble fingers tapped the grips of one of his blasters, at this moment in time that last thought was quickly becoming his favorite.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on May 8, 2007 23:19:33 GMT -5
Looking to the left and right Ian searches out this Charlie. Finding no one new in the party he asks Kala, "Who is Charlie?" It seemed a significant detail at this point of the entire affair. Bad enough they were going into a possible hostile situation sans proper equipment, planning, and support. Adding an unknown member to a situation full of unknown loyalties, uncertain outcomes, and apprehensions seemed a bit unwise. Of course if the person has access to a ship that might be just the thing to ease his already stressed nerves. He glances around again and feels a bit silly as he realizes that this Charlie might just be a friendly name that Kala is using to address himself with. Just as he finishes speaking he feels the data-pad holstered to his side buzz.
Reaching down he retrieves the data-pad and examines the message he just received. With a smile he taps out a quick reply that takes no more than a few seconds. It seems that the engineer of the A Class Bulk Freighter had taken his recommendations to heart and had offered to buy Ian a beer or three at the first available opportunity. Not knowing when that opportunity could be Ian had replied, "I'm quite busy today, but perhaps tomorrow." No real engineer would be offended by the shortness of the message as most didn't tend to right full sentences anyway. Sliding the data-pad back into his holster he looks back up to Kala and waits for her answer as he itches to ask her another question.
In the nerf herding communities of Alderaan a debt wasn't simply discharged overnight. A debt of the sort Ian feels he may be subjected to is something that can take generations to discharge. While he waits he decides that fortune favors the bold and he says, "Not to long ago I was hired to do some work on a ship. Not your average ship either. This ship is a real clunker on the outside. Probably isn't fit for spare parts. I took the job at a loss. No idea why really, but something in the voice of the person I negotiated with had a sense of desperation. So out of curiosity do the numbers 450-493-22828 mean anything to you?"
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