Star Wars: Warlords

[lady-lux]

The way up was complicated, but with map, Nami managed to reach the docks in a reasonable time. Soon, as she reached her ship, breathing heavily from the effort.

As she checked the clock, she realised that the other ship, one with former slaves, should be arriving in minutes.

The thought of the other ship registered dimly at the back of Nami’s mind. Her friends and allies. So close now, and yet—

She stumbled up the ramp, kicking the boots away once she reached the top. Leaving the ramp to close behind her while she rushed through the hidden partition to her mobile clinic, hands shaking almost too much to punch in the codes for her storage…

A thrill of desperation as she finally held the pills in her hand. There was no guarantee this would be enough. She downed the highest safe dose and swallowed hard, fighting the nausea in the pit of her stomach.

She stripped out of the oily jumpsuit and tossed it aside, grabbing a blanket to wrap around herself instead, before sitting down against the wall, exhausted. She’d made it, she tried to tell herself. She’d survived. But was she safe…? She closed her eyes and hugged her knees to her thorougly cum-filled body. There was no way yet to know for sure…

 

[majus]

The thought of the other ship registered dimly at the back of Nami’s mind. Her friends and allies. So close now, and yet—

She stumbled up the ramp, kicking the boots away once she reached the top. Leaving the ramp to close behind her while she rushed through the hidden partition to her mobile clinic, hands shaking almost too much to punch in the codes for her storage…

A thrill of desperation as she finally held the pills in her hand. There was no guarantee this would be enough. She downed the highest safe dose and swallowed hard, fighting the nausea in the pit of her stomach.

She stripped out of the oily jumpsuit and tossed it aside, grabbing a blanket to wrap around herself instead, before sitting down against the wall, exhausted. She’d made it, she tried to tell herself. She’d survived. But was she safe…? She closed her eyes and hugged her knees to her thorougly cum-filled body. There was no way yet to know for sure…

For the first time in hours, Nami was finally calming down. A few moments more, and she was almost calm... The uncertainty was still there, but now, now she was in a familiar environment.

She closed her eyes, and allowed her mind to wander...

Ping.

She did not know how long she was in this state, but she was brought back to the moment by pinging from the cockpit - an incoming communication alarm...

 

[Elfie]

"Five hundred?" The Bothan opened his mouth, then paused, thinking. "And does the gang know that you stole the merchandise?" He asked, carefully.

Seri supposes that there’s every chance the gang will eventually put two and two together, if the members she managed to intimidate are quizzed about a mysterious Zeltron.

But by then, she hopes to be long gone.

“They don’t know anything.” She smirks, playing up her success, “They won’t even realise it’s gone for a while yet, I’d bet. The only ones close enough to it were fairly… distracted.”

 

[lady-lux]

For the first time in hours, Nami was finally calming down. A few moments more, and she was almost calm... The uncertainty was still there, but now, now she was in a familiar environment.

She closed her eyes, and allowed her mind to wander...

Ping.

She did not know how long she was in this state, but she was brought back to the moment by pinging from the cockpit - an incoming communication alarm...

Nami wiped her eyes as the distant sound brought her back to reality. Who would be—? The dockmaster, maybe. Or a message directly from the Sarlaac.

Still wrapped in her blanket, she picked herself up and padded her way through to the cockpit. Taking a moment to compose herself before she answered the call. “H-hello? Uh – this is Paraselene.”

 

[ImAWanderer]

Adot nodded her head, while Rai'ka looked after her as she departed.

There were many people she could use.

There were more then a couple of simple rebels, a heavy weapon specialist, demolitions specialist, sniper, an engineer, scout, a pilot for some reason ended up here as well... She could choose a pick up to two specialists and two simple soldiers.

Olena returned the nod from Adot and winked at Rai'ka before she left, leaving her with the matter of picking her team. Naturally, she needed a couple of regulars to back her up and add tactical versatility to the specialties she would be in charge of. Perhaps it would be ideal if they were her human reps. After all, if they could sweet-talk someone on her behalf, she wouldn't miss out on the capabilities of a specialist... But that depended on who exactly was available from the wider cell.

As for what specialists she would select, Olena opted for the Engineer and the Heavy Weapons specialist. The former would be highly useful in splicing systems. If the group could gain access to the communications arrays they were on the lookout for in the first place, she might be able to get New Republic reinforcements into the system, spread Rebel propaganda across the populace, or even interdict Imperial remnant communications. The Heavy Weapons specialist would be the group's trump card in any infantry engagements, lending the group superior firepower and allowing Olena and her riflemen to flank enemy patrols or cover the withdrawal of their specialized comrades... The Amaran Amazon cursed her inability to bring the demolitions specialist, but outright sabotage wasn't her mission... This time.

 

[majus]

Seri supposes that there’s every chance the gang will eventually put two and two together, if the members she managed to intimidate are quizzed about a mysterious Zeltron.

But by then, she hopes to be long gone.

“They don’t know anything.” She smirks, playing up her success, “They won’t even realise it’s gone for a while yet, I’d bet. The only ones close enough to it were fairly… distracted.”

The Bothan was quiet for a moment, finally he nodded.

"A slicer kit for 4000 credits, was it?" He nodded his head and walk to the back of the room, before returning after a moment. "This one saw use by the Separatists during clone wars, but it's still very usable." He said as he put down a box on the counter.

 

[majus]

Nami wiped her eyes as the distant sound brought her back to reality. Who would be—? The dockmaster, maybe. Or a message directly from the Sarlaac.

Still wrapped in her blanket, she picked herself up and padded her way through to the cockpit. Taking a moment to compose herself before she answered the call. “H-hello? Uh – this is Paraselene.”

There was a click, then a familiar voice came out.

"This is Sarlaac’s Breath. We are on approach vector and should be coming in around an hour. Do you have any instructions for us, Paraselene?"

 

[majus]

Olena returned the nod from Adot and winked at Rai'ka before she left, leaving her with the matter of picking her team. Naturally, she needed a couple of regulars to back her up and add tactical versatility to the specialties she would be in charge of. Perhaps it would be ideal if they were her human reps. After all, if they could sweet-talk someone on her behalf, she wouldn't miss out on the capabilities of a specialist... But that depended on who exactly was available from the wider cell.

As for what specialists she would select, Olena opted for the Engineer and the Heavy Weapons specialist. The former would be highly useful in splicing systems. If the group could gain access to the communications arrays they were on the lookout for in the first place, she might be able to get New Republic reinforcements into the system, spread Rebel propaganda across the populace, or even interdict Imperial remnant communications. The Heavy Weapons specialist would be the group's trump card in any infantry engagements, lending the group superior firepower and allowing Olena and her riflemen to flank enemy patrols or cover the withdrawal of their specialized comrades... The Amaran Amazon cursed her inability to bring the demolitions specialist, but outright sabotage wasn't her mission... This time.

Rai'ka smirked at her, and gave a shallow nod, before turning back to Adot.

Olena spend some time looking for specialists first. It took her some time, but finally someone pointed her in the direction - and indeed, she soon found a pair talking - the heavy weapons specialist was easily distinguished for height, just as engineer for tools.

 

[Elfie]

The Bothan was quiet for a moment, finally he nodded.

"A slicer kit for 4000 credits, was it?" He nodded his head and walk to the back of the room, before returning after a moment. "This one saw use by the Separatists during clone wars, but it's still very usable." He said as he put down a box on the counter.

Seri casts her eyes over the box, turning it over with her fingertips. Outdated and possibly a little worn from usage, but she is shopping in a junk store after all. It’ll do.

“Perfect. I’ll take it.” She narrows her eyes as a thought occurs to her. “It does work, right?”

 

[lady-lux]

There was a click, then a familiar voice came out.

"This is Sarlaac’s Breath. We are on approach vector and should be coming in around an hour. Do you have any instructions for us, Paraselene?"

Nami let out a sigh, feeling relief despite everything. “You made it,” she said. “It’s good to hear your voice. Ah – the station authorities should be in contact to guide you in. Tell them you’re here for commerce, and for a meeting with the captain of the Paraselene. I… I reached an understanding with the dockmaster, hopefully he can put you somewhere close to me.”

 

[majus]

Seri casts her eyes over the box, turning it over with her fingertips. Outdated and possibly a little worn from usage, but she is shopping in a junk store after all. It’ll do.

“Perfect. I’ll take it.” She narrows her eyes as a thought occurs to her. “It does work, right?”

The Bothan nodded his head.

"Oh, it works just like in the old day. But don't count on it being able to deal with the newer systems. But it should still work just alright with most systems." He grunted. "Anything else you wish to acquire?" He asked.

 

[majus]

Nami let out a sigh, feeling relief despite everything. “You made it,” she said. “It’s good to hear your voice. Ah – the station authorities should be in contact to guide you in. Tell them you’re here for commerce, and for a meeting with the captain of the Paraselene. I… I reached an understanding with the dockmaster, hopefully he can put you somewhere close to me.”

"Roger that Paraselene. We will see you soon. Sarlaac’s Breath's out."

There was a click, and the connection turned of, leaving Nami alone in cockpit.

 

[Elfie]

The Bothan nodded his head.

"Oh, it works just like in the old day. But don't count on it being able to deal with the newer systems. But it should still work just alright with most systems." He grunted. "Anything else you wish to acquire?" He asked.

It’ll have to do. In all likelihood, Seri doesn’t expect she’ll be needing to slice into state of the art systems. If she does, something will have gone seriously wrong.

“That’s everything.” She replies primly, “Pleasure doing business with you.”

She slides her new gear over and slips it under her arm, exchanging her credits once again.

 

[lady-lux]

"Roger that Paraselene. We will see you soon. Sarlaac’s Breath's out."

There was a click, and the connection turned of, leaving Nami alone in cockpit.

Alone. Nami sat for a moment, in a brittle state of calm. One hour to get ready to treat her patient. That was what mattered. Focus on the task.

She made her way through to her quarters, finally facing herself in the mirror. Doing her best to disguise any visible bruises and scrapes. Making herself presentable. For clothes, she had to make do with what was clean. With what hadn’t been taken from her. There was a plain white shirt, too tight, but passably professional. Some black leggings, not hers originally, she couldn’t remember how they’d ended up here. She wouldn’t look much like a doctor, but maybe she didn’t deserve to.

Heading into the lab, she began gathering what she’d need to examine, treat and monitor the mystery Zeltron. A cold sensation settled over her as she remembered the tools and medicines in her bag, no doubt sold to some black-market fence by now. Hopefully she still had all she needed here.

She wondered whether she still had a chance of finding some of her lost things – if she could face going back into that alley. The conflicted feeling that idea gave her was frightening in itself. She couldn’t let herself have those thoughts. Focus on the task…

 

[majus]

It’ll have to do. In all likelihood, Seri doesn’t expect she’ll be needing to slice into state of the art systems. If she does, something will have gone seriously wrong.

“That’s everything.” She replies primly, “Pleasure doing business with you.”

She slides her new gear over and slips it under her arm, exchanging her credits once again.

The man took the credits and nodded his head.

"A pleasure, indeed~" He said with a smile.

With this done, Seri had more free time on her hands to walk around... unless, she decided to return to her temporary quarters and check in with the bartender...

 

[majus]

Alone. Nami sat for a moment, in a brittle state of calm. One hour to get ready to treat her patient. That was what mattered. Focus on the task.

She made her way through to her quarters, finally facing herself in the mirror. Doing her best to disguise any visible bruises and scrapes. Making herself presentable. For clothes, she had to make do with what was clean. With what hadn’t been taken from her. There was a plain white shirt, too tight, but passably professional. Some black leggings, not hers originally, she couldn’t remember how they’d ended up here. She wouldn’t look much like a doctor, but maybe she didn’t deserve to.

Heading into the lab, she began gathering what she’d need to examine, treat and monitor the mystery Zeltron. A cold sensation settled over her as she remembered the tools and medicines in her bag, no doubt sold to some black-market fence by now. Hopefully she still had all she needed here.

She wondered whether she still had a chance of finding some of her lost things – if she could face going back into that alley. The conflicted feeling that idea gave her was frightening in itself. She couldn’t let herself have those thoughts. Focus on the task…

It took Nami a few moments, but soon she had everything ready. Now, she just sat and waited. She had some time and she could make her way to check on the bandit and her things.... But she was not sure if she would find anything. And... She might actually walk on the man again.

The communication biped again - the Sarlac's breath was confirming that it had docked.

 

[Elfie]

The man took the credits and nodded his head.

"A pleasure, indeed~" He said with a smile.

With this done, Seri had more free time on her hands to walk around... unless, she decided to return to her temporary quarters and check in with the bartender...

Seri smirks, leaving the Bothan behind with a confident sway in her hips. She sets off in the direction of the cantina, but takes her time passing back through the market, keeping her eyes out for any other interesting finds or areas.

She feels a lot safer with her new weapons, so she chances a longer route, moving through the corridors of the station.

 

[lady-lux]

It took Nami a few moments, but soon she had everything ready. Now, she just sat and waited. She had some time and she could make her way to check on the bandit and her things.... But she was not sure if she would find anything. And... She might actually walk on the man again.

The communication biped again - the Sarlac's breath was confirming that it had docked.

Closing her eyes, Nami took a deep breath in, and out. She needed to be calm. Steady. She had a job to do. That was what mattered.

She made her way to the access ramp, heading down into the hangar bay, and looked for any sign of the Sarlaac’s Breath nearby. Wondering what condition her patient was in now. The sooner treatment could begin, the better.

 

[majus]

Seri smirks, leaving the Bothan behind with a confident sway in her hips. She sets off in the direction of the cantina, but takes her time passing back through the market, keeping her eyes out for any other interesting finds or areas.

She feels a lot safer with her new weapons, so she chances a longer route, moving through the corridors of the station.

The weight of the blaster rifle bounced happily on her back, as Seri slowly made her way back to her accomodations.

On her way through the streets of the city she saw various interesting stands here and there. There were antiques, clothes shops, shops with food-

!

The moment she saw that, Seri's stomach scrunched. She was hungry... She did not remember when was the last time she ate.

She looked around and saw a few stands selling sticks with meat, fast prepared foods from plants and meats, there were restaurants further down...

 

[majus]

Closing her eyes, Nami took a deep breath in, and out. She needed to be calm. Steady. She had a job to do. That was what mattered.

She made her way to the access ramp, heading down into the hangar bay, and looked for any sign of the Sarlaac’s Breath nearby. Wondering what condition her patient was in now. The sooner treatment could begin, the better.

It took her a moment, but then Nami saw it - the form of her former master's starship approaching to the dock. Soon, it passed through the shield, slowing down, then landed.

The ship was as bulky as she last saw it.

The ramp started opening, and soon Nami saw a woman walked down it - a familiar pale, white haired Echani. She quickly walked up to Nami and stopped in front of her.

"Are you alright?" Kaelaen asked looking Nami over.