Creating a Chaotic Crew (See OOC)

[Chaos Maxtor]

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Location: Stalled Civilian transport

The GR-75 was generally considered a safe transport. Even as old as the model was today, many independent transport companies for civilian use. The were framed in history for their use in the evacuation of Hoth during the imperial era. The most ancient of these ships having been re-purpose, were still subject to the ageing power of time. The particular junker had departed from a public Coruscant space station to Corellia was chosen by Elgyn for it’s cheap ticket price. Though he could have stowed away for free, the shi’ido felt like sleeping in a room this time.

Elgyn, the former mercenary known as Chaos, stared at the mirror to the malleable body that was not his own. It’s capacity for shifting form had been an invaluable tool for him since he could remember. It even kept him alive during his frozen imprisonment. But no matter what form he took from memory he wondered if any were him. He amalgamated the way he looked taking on his preferred human appearance: long blonde hair, goofy smile, strong build .

“You can bounce a blaster bolt off of this buttox!” he announced to his reflection slapping his own rear.



It was when the ships shook and emergency lights began to flash that he stopped feeling so safe.

“Dear passengers. We are currently experiencing a minor engine error. Please do not panic.”

The electronic announcement caused him to shake his head. Telling someone not to panic generally yielded the opposite result.



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[Wrrlykam]

Location: GR-75 Engine Rooms

Objective: Put tape on everything

Quick metallic footsteps sounded like tiny clinks next to the giant pounding of two heavy rough feet scrapping against the hot floor of the engine compounds. Next to a blue and worn grey LE-6D0 stood a nearly two meter tall Wookiee, in hand a large fresh yellow starship tool kit and a few rolls of adhesive tape. The droid immediately let out a series of words in a thick voice, tinted with a metallic signature to remind the Wookiee it wasn't worth trying to harm. "You must be joking now, I simply cannot stand here and let you put down... tape on all the engines!" The Wookiee let out yet another tiny series of growls, ripping apart the mentioned tape to slap it on the loose rattling components. Translation was simple. "Shut up."

As the tool kit was placed on the ground, the LE unit went to work on flipping around both a gauss wrench and a monofusion welder. Wrrlykam only had placed down a few more strips of tape before catching the droid trying to cut open a main fuel pipe. Giving a loud growl, she shoved the robot away and strapped tape to it, grumbling about how the droid's communication and common sense circuits were obviously damaged.

The repairs weren't looking good with just tape, but it was the most they could do for the next few minutes as the engines cooled down. If the transport had to leave earlier than the repairs could need time to bind, then may the religions pray that the tape held. The Wookiee was finished here for now. Grabbing her droid by the arm, she dragged him along out of the room, calling out a small cry to the next authorities.

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[Chaos Maxtor]

Elgyn slipped on a dark red tunic before giving himself a thumbs up in the mirror. As the ship's turbulent shake lessened he wondered if it was a good or bad thing. But as a growl drew his attention to his stomach he decided it might be a good time to have a last meal. Pulling his blonde hair up into a leather cord, Elgyn stepped out of the cramped room and started down the aft corridor. The ship shuttered a few time before he reached the food galley. He was met by many stares, smiles and a single bewildered dropped jaw. He would be lying if he didn't feel somehow like royalty.

Feeling like the uncrowned king he had become, Elgyn strolled to the food server with a bounce in his step. He snatched a tray from the stack and spun it around on his palm. The seemed to be a good day if it weren't for the possible death by malfunctioning engine. He was squeezing a glob of nutrient paste onto his tray he felt a slight tug at the elbow of his sleeve. Bending to the left his eyes were met with the beady glare of a bat. The Chadra-Fan chittered a meek question "Sir, where are your pant?" The statement caused him to roll his head to look down his stomach past his food tray.

With arched eyebrows he half asked "Vacation?" .


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[Wrrlykam]

Location: GR-75 Staff Break Room

A job not so well done. The Wookiee of massive size squeezed into the doorway to get in, going straight for the refreshments. She gulped down what seemed to be water out of a large jug and took a step to the relaxation couches, only to feel more rumblings. She paused, listening carefully, only to be interrupted by her confused droid. "We're doomed! I knew we should have taken on that other job, the one I told you about!" The Wookiee let out a loud annoyed cry, probably echoing past that very room. The droid simply would not give up.

She forced him onto the seat and left the room, pinning him down with the heavy jug of water. Though the droid could easily remove it, it sat in place and made upsetting sounds. Wrrlykam went to the higher authority and started to make a complaint, only to be glared at and ignored. It was like she wasn't even getting paid here. Moments of fighting the rage to bash the authorities mouth open, she went into the lunch room.

There, she made a small haste into the kitchen, digging around without question from the droids helping refill the goops and what not, taking what solid foods she could to make outside. A small pie, and a box of small pies. That would be enough for now. It was only a thing of sneaking back out without people coming for the pies now. One step at a time, she made her way into the cafeteria.

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[Chaos Maxtor]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Elgyn's quick hand snatched a towel off of the food station to conceal his assumed shame. "It's a religious thing" Elgyn lied turning to those few who had glared and gaped at him. The chadra-fan moved on with a chattering chuckle and Elgyn did the same; settling in a small corner he covered himself with the towel began to spoon the nutrient slop into his mouth. The paste was bland and dull grey. and seemed to lose its paste like consistency a few moments after it left it's spout becoming a soggy stiff stew.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]"A lot of species don't wear pants. See there is a Wookiee right there. They rarely wear pants..."he muttered to no-one with a very un-Sithy looks of boredom on his face.[/SIZE]

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[Wrrlykam]

Just a few steps in with the goodies and the Wookiee heard her species name clearly from some point in the room. They're after my snacks! With a rapid succession, she ran back into the hallway, and from there a few long bouncing strides to the staff room where she could eat in more peace.

There she found her droid gone, off to wonder for the location of it's master, who was now searching the room for him. Seeing nothing, the weighting Wookiee sat down with a creek of the couch and began to devour the goods with giant fistfuls, some of which didn't even look to fit in her mouth at first.


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[Chaos Maxtor]

[SIZE=14.6667px]It was never a stealthy thing for a wookie to flee a room. Not to mention one that smelled of pie. Maybe he was being a bit louder than he thought. One thing was evident from the strange scene that unfolded before him: Wookiees like pie. He wasn't quite sure if she was embarrassed or had been caught in a dishonest act but maybe he could ask her where she got her less bland food.. That in mind he stood up, tray in hand, he started out to the hallway door.Not before he slammed the tray down, goop first, on the cranium of the human that dropped his jaw. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Next time he was stealing first class. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Bare butted and whistling he swaggered down the corridor a short ways nodding to a passing couple who gasped. Elgyn had no reason to be shy or ashamed. The form was nothing more than another mold to be reshaped into horrible and beautiful things. He was shi’ido: he could be anything at any time. What shame should he have of floppy bits? A dropped crumble of crust made him stop at a nearby staff door. He tapped the open command on the door console and rested his weight on his left arm as he leaned in the doorway. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“I have one question for you, if you don't mind. ” He explained. [/SIZE]

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[Wrrlykam]

Another large fist-full of pie was forced into the Wookiee's mouth. Her fur from the nose to her stomach, was absolutely covered in the sticky filling that was once a part of a pie, and now to be in due for a serious bath and brushing. Her light blue eyes trailed up to look at the being. She did not see any harm in his pantless figure, as aliens didn't so much as concern her with their clothing choices.

She only adjusted her form to sit up straighter and appear more threatening as she usually could manage to make use of in the local bar scene. This wasn't a bar though, to her misfortune. In a deep series of purrs and growls jumbling and mixing into each other, she spoke the words in her own sweet language, "What do you want naked beast?"

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