Faction Cake By The Ocean [NJO]

[Micah tol Powl]

T A Y P H O
[ attire ] [ lightsaber ] [ wristlink ] [ headphones ]

It is a DARK TIME, brah.

Communication from the Mid Rim world of Taypho has gone, like, quiet or some chit. Like, maybe they forgot to pay the HoloNet bill or whatever. Or their subspace relay was damaged. Dunno, it's karkin' isolated as feth, yo. There's not even a hyperlane, its just a random ass ball of water in the middle of...

...okay, this Jedi brah says I'm terrible at this chit.

Anyway, the mouth-breathers in the Senate are bitchin' that SLICK is all up in the hoods across the Alliance, but they can't ask GADF to just go do, like, a drive-by on Taypho because of the Maw or the Sith or the Empire. Whatever. Like, swear to Yoda, these nerf herders got like fifty reasons they can't be assed to...

...okay, so now this Jedi brah says I'm terrible and I got detention. Whatever Bish, I'm just speakin' truth to power.
Haters up in here. Damn.

Okay, the short-short version.

tl;dr we don't know what's going on and so the Jedi gonna ROLL TIDE on it.

[ obligatory beat drop ]
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The young Nautolan's head-tails whipped back and forth as the green-skinned youngling bopped his head in time with the music.

Ordinarily, right now he's be rocking out in the cockpit of his starfighter, but when they said Taypho was a remote planet they weren't karkin' around.

And it's a Mid-Rim planet?

Chit might as well be the Kathol fethin' Republic.

...plus, his starfighter was a single-seater. And there were three of them on this... What even was this? Field trip? A mission?

They literally had no karking idea what was going on. How was that a mission? Seriously, who was writing this plot material? Damn.

So, instead of riding in style, they were on some Corellian piece of chit that was traveling at 1.0 lightspeed.

ONE-point-OH.

More like: S-L-O-W. A. F., brah. Jasper Kai'el could move faster than this when pizza was on the line. This was a planet and this was what they got? This was what the Alliance had given them? This is what nerf herders thought was hot right now?

Dope playin' round here.

Oh, well, the time in hyperspace had given the boy the chance to catch up on his tracks. There were some seriously astral chit getting dropped on HikHok right now. So the boy had spent the voyage in front of a large transparisteel window he could use like a mirror to see his reflection and try to practice some of the dance moves.

One had to always be up on their moves in case they had to bring some real Jedi business up in the club.

...plus, he was 'sposed to be DJ'ing at a spot on Atrisia this Taungsday, but at the speed they were moving at that chit wasn't happening.

He'd been so preoccupied with HikHok and his headphones that he hadn't even had a chance to meet the other aquatics. Since Taypho was a waterworld, the Council had sent...

...well, honestly, this was probably every Nautolan they had.

Head-tails, represent!

Which, Zak was stoked about. And he didn't want to kark this up. But he wished he knew just what it was that he wasn't 'sposed to kark up, because the details on this one were thin AF.

The boy's reflection became more transparent, as the backdrop of hyperspace became a starfield.

They'd dropped out of hyperspace.

Reaching up a hand, the boy pulled the headphones down so that they were hanging around his neck. Had they arrived? Because it was about motherfething time.

Wandering through the ship, the young aquatic lingered behind the bridge.

"Com-scan indicates the subspace relays in the system are operational," the boy overheard one of the crew remark.

"So why hasn't there been any communication from the planet?" the captain asked.

"The problem could be planet-side," the crewman said. "There's no response to our hails."

"Looks like our Jedi are going for a swim then," the captain replied. There was a pause, then Zak heard, "Take us into the atmosphere. We'll drop them as close to Barge as we can manage."

Looking up, the young Nautolan gave a large smile over at one of the other Nautolans as he just commented, "Here's where the fun begins."

They were going oceanside. When wasn't that fun?

Other than when Romi Jade was involved.

Or Iris Arani

Or Matsu Ike

Or Théodred Heavenshield ...

...Come to think of it, Jedi managed to feth up a lot of water worlds.

Oh well. This time would be different.

Because the aquatics were in charge. What could possibly go wrong?

Felix Gynt Rhemti Totriddiam​

 

[Rhemti Totriddiam]

Rhemti found he was unable to take his eyes off the green skinned Nautolan throughout almost the entire ride. It entertained him so much that the boy could have so much energy by himself, bebopping in front of the window... for almost the entire journey! He tried to keep himself entertained by reading up information on Taypho on his data pad; going through the known creatures, landmarks, city names, and even big-to-do officials they might come in contact with.

The details were lacking on this mission, but that made sense to him; how could the senate have enough information if there was zero communication from Taypho. Their task, as far as Rhemti understood it, was to go planetside, figure out what had happened, and fix it if possible.

The drop out of hyperspace brought Rhemti back to reality, his dark eyes looking outside to the sea of stars and the large blue sphere that hung before them. Rhemti turned to look at his companions just as Zak spoke up, putting his data pad away in preparation for their landing.

Looking up, the young Nautolan gave a large smile over at one of the other Nautolans as he just commented, "Here's where the fun begins."

"Wait? The fun's beginning now?" Rhemti feigned being confused, flashing his own sharp toothed goofball grin. "I thought the fun started back when we boarded?" His light teasing a nod back to how Zak spent a majority of the flight dancing and watching himself in the window. The three Nautolan had been briefly introduced before boarding, but it seemed they hadn't done much talking after that.

"So." The red skinned padawan began, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke to both Zak and Felix. "They're dropping us planetside, literally from the sound of it. What's our plot of action? Head for the capital, ask around and hope for the best?" Granted, it was a mission that already had a lack of detail due to the situation, so a majority of the plans they came up with would probably be rather empty on the specifics too.

Felix Gynt | Micah tol Powl