FNRP#1 - Vacation From Hell (Open to All!)

[Benjamin Erinhart]

"The name's Erinhart. Give me a moment," Erinhart looked around the room, finally deciding to pull a panel off the bed. It was metal, bud flimsily attached to the bed. It'd work.

"Let's start from the side it opens from. It should slide open on your left. We'll start in the middle of the door."

Erinhart slid the box that was at the end of his bed to the door, could be usefull to keep the door open. Then, he began to pry at the door, managing to get the plank into a small opening.


[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Riamah]

Ra walked down a hallway of unopened doors and as she passed each one, she felt with the Force and unlocked each door. If anybody was inside still, they would hear the mechenism click to say it could be opened.

Her hair had come unbraided by now and stray strands were starting to fall infront of her face. She pushed them back behind her ears and continued on. The previous sounds of battle had ended or if there were any, they were further away and nowhere near her now.

She heard voices in the rooms and stopped to wait and see if any of them noticed the now unlocked doors.

[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Benjamin Erinhart"]

 

[Benjamin Erinhart]

"Hold on a moment," Erinhart yelled to his newfound ally. I think the doors just unlocked."

Testing this theory, he left the plank in the door, and walked to the door connecting his room to the hall. It slid open, and Erinhart walked out, yelling back to Myles, " The door's unlocked!"

Then, as he stepped out, a young woman, with silver hair stood in the middle of the hall.

"Hello there."
@Ra'a'mah
[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles was prying at the door when he heard a shifting knock on the door. Didn't sound human but it sounded....No it couldn't be

Were the doors really unlocked?

"Erinhart, check your main door, i think mine just unlocked....your door may have too."

He dropped the metal slat on the ground and walked to the door. He gripped the handle and slid the door open with ease....
How in the----ohhhh.

He saw a woman standing there....unmoved.
"I don't know who you are....but if you unlocked the doors. I appreciate that"

He had the sheet wrapped around his wrists, he wasn't sure who was who. Sith, Jedi, Crime Lord etc. He was in a very very dangerous situation right now.
[member="Ra'a'mah"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Benjamin Erinhart"]

 

[Darth Rixas]

“Good morning, gentlebeings, this is your Captain. I hope you all had an enjoyable rest. We’ve had to make a ‘slight’ detour from Spira. Our final destination will now be…Nar Shaddaa. For your safety and comfort all escape pods have been launched. I hope you enjoy the scenery from your cabins as I’m afraid all other areas are out of bounds….”


Oron stared at the door as the voice boomed over the systems of his cabin, only slivers of crimson visible against the pitch of his narrowed eyes. A barely audible rumble crept from the back of his throat, the deep sound of an inquisitive, rolling grunt as he looked around his cell for his equipment. After a few seconds he realized his armor, guns, blades, everything, had been confiscated, much to his dismay.

He stood, arms folded across his chest and weight shifted to his right side, in a sapphire jumpsuit and black boots, only listening. His ears were repeatedly pricked by booted feet stomping across the tiles outside his doors, a basic tactic to keep prisoners from forcing themselves out of confinement- but was it enough? Something wasn't right. The creatures behind this operation couldn't possibly think simple patrol squads could contain the caliber of passengers aboard the Cruiser. Oron's own research he'd conducted prior to boarding the ship confirmed a few of the profiles aboard the ship, but who knew how many people were here and what they were all capable of. Who would do this, and for what purpose? Did they even have a...plan? His eyes darted around the cabin then, searching, it donned on him that he had no reason to trust he was truly alone in his cell.

There.

He caught the shine of a small lens embedded in the ornately decorated bookshelf across the room. His gaze continued past it without stopping, an attempt at feigning ignorance to its existence.

What were the consequences of those caught leaving their quarters? What were the hijackers planning? Were they simple hijackers? Amidst the screams, random banging, and general outbursts of his fellow cellmates, he decided to wait a few more moments- to continue to evaluate the situation and think out his next few moves, as he believed them to be extremely crucial to his safety. Not only because of his kidnappers but also his fellow "prisonmates". Some of them sounded justifiably unstable and angry, something Oron had to take into consideration if he bumped into anyone as he moved to throughout the ship. He leaned against the wall next to the door of his cabin and began counting how long the intervals were between the patrolmen of his hall.

 

[Riamah]

A couple of the people in the rooms had noticed the doors unlock and stepped out to see her standing there. Ra gave nods to each of them and look at the sheets wrapped around Myles' wrists.

"Here, I picked up a few weapons from some of the guards. I would think these guns might be of better use in your hands."

She held out two blasters she had picked up, but kept a hold of the club for her own weapon. Until she could her hands on her knives again, this was what she would use.

"I'm Ra'a'mah. Just call me Ra."

Not bothering to give her last name, she looked at Myles again.

"You're welcome. I figure instead of travelling alone, it would be better to partner up. Go as a group, less likely to come to harm."

[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Benjamin Erinhart"]

"Yes, I unlocked the doors and figure we should stick together

 

[Zxthunder]

As Drai Kor meditated he felt another strong force presence down the hall from him.it was Ra'a'mah.
He sent a short message to he using telepathy. "hi". and and an image of which door is his in the hall way.

He waits calming him self and begins meditating again.

 

[Myles Davorak]

"Here, I picked up a few weapons from some of the guards. I would think these guns might be of better use in your hands."

Myles smiled at this woman who not only set them free, but came with gifts.

"Well Ra, I certainly appreciate the gift. You're right, I am much better with a blaster"

He waited for his nearby roommates to take up arms. Travelling in numbers would be the smart thing to do.

"You're welcome. I figure instead of travelling alone, it would be better to partner up. Go as a group, less likely to come to harm."

"Safety in numbers after all. So you have seen more of this ship being that you were free longer than us, you got a plan?"

Myles inspected the blaster pistol [member="Ra'a'mah"] gave him. Although it was only a pistol, he could still hit his mark with it. He started to get the feeling of confidence. We should be able to get outta here

[member="Benjamin Erinhart"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Benjamin Erinhart]

Inspecting the pistol he had been given by this Ra person, Erinhart told the newcomer his name.

"Thank you. Do you have any idea of what is happening?"

Inside, Erinhart wanted to trust both of these people, but, in his experience, never trust anything. Escpecially if Force powers or Nar Shadaa were involved. Neither ever ended well for him. The blaster pistol look extremely similar to his own, even the same model, however this one had none of the power efficiency modifications he had made to his, nor the ornate carvings in his formerly ivory handle. Damn he would miss that thing. But now, this would take it's place.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Aster let out a surprised scream as a mysterious man grabbed her just as she was about to run into another stranger.

"Hurry," he told her. "Weapons cache. Grab something you can use."

Disorientated by the situation, Aster nodded absentmindedly as the man spoke, directing her towards a room.

"Quick," he told her once he got the doors open. "Get in, and throw me something. You can sneak out through the ventilation shaft."

"O-ok," Aster replied flustered, quickly entering the room as she had been instructed. Scared with adrenaline surging through her body, the teenager grabbed the first weapon she touched - a sawed-off shotgun - and handed it to the man.

Now that the man was armed, Aster rifled through the container until she found a smaller blaster pistol and set it to stun, then climbed into the ventilation shaft. Though she was scared, she was unwilling to abandon the person who had just helped her, choosing instead to lay in wait, ready to assist him in any way she could should the need arise.

He had saved her and now it seemed, he might be stuck with her.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] - [member="Dax Fyre"] - [member="Matthew Justice"]

 

[Matreya]

A scent. Burning. Something aflame.

Eyes opened to a star brilliantly shining overhead. Instinctively the harsh light had the Vampire moving to cower, but quickly he deduced his incorrect previous assumptions held no merit. It was a light. Inside of a cabin. Focusing on his sharpened hearing, Dark closed his eyes a moment...

Other than those in a hall just outside of his door, Dark heard absolutely nothing. They were in a ship...but no other indicators of location showed. He had unknowingly also slept through an announcement of their current situation. Hence the attempt to open a door, only to find it was locked. However, he was no ordinary man. Which his captors predicted he was.

Turning around, Dark swiftly broke a chair so as to use the leg as a bar to pry open the sliding door with a swift jerk. Tossing the bar aside, Dark stepped out into the hall. Moving silent as the apex hunting creature that he was, Dark soon enough stumbled upon the origins of the scorching sounds present in the ship. A literal walking flame. Whom then jumped to hug another..

Whirling in place, Dark ducked beneath a blaster shot sent toward him. There at the opposite side of their location stood a battalion of guards, at least six, all of whom had trained their rifles on his form and begun blasting. Instinct took over immediately as Dark realized one major fact: he was dying of thirst. It had obviously been a time since his last meal. Like a bullet he was racing forward, hunched over arms swinging too and fro, which allowed his animalistic charging to maintain balance.

The fluidity in which he ran this way was by most accounts stunning in its primal beauty. Almost lazily he would bob and weave, leap forward onto extended arms to vault into a high flip, leap to swing from overhead bars, and yet it seemed the ultimate combination of a hundred other creatures to make such precise movements. Its because his kind was ancient, older than time knew. They had long ago evolved to be the best of predators, and therefore to hunt the most elusive of preys.

Landing in a crouch, within arms reach of two guards. He snapped the neck of one with a powerful kick, before gripping the other like death, sinking his fangs into the exposed neck after tipping the head to the side.

Immediately scarlet streaks burst down his chin, while life sustaining nourishment gushed into his hungry mouth.

[member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Cinder Rose"]

 

[Dalansa]

“Good morning, gentlebeings, this is your Captain. I hope you all had an enjoyable rest. We’ve had to make a ‘slight’ detour from Spira. Our final destination will now be…Nar Shaddaa. For your safety and comfort all escape pods have been launched. I hope you enjoy the scenery from your cabins as I’m afraid all other areas are out of bounds….”

Dalansa lay in her bed, listening to the announcement. So the crew wanted them to go to Shaddaa? Well, she didn't feel like being a slave again. So, there was always the option to try and break out. Slowly, carefully, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing the edges of her temple. Her head felt like she hadn't slept in days. Had they drugged her? It would make sense. Sighing, she looked around the room. There wasn't much, and certainly nothing in the way of weapons. They were smart enough to understand that. She forced herself to stand, her steps unsteady as the Offshoot tried her best to walk to the door. There was some sort of control panel. Not enough to work with. She wasn't a slicer, after all. Just a woman with enough know-how to get by. She tried the only code she knew. 4397. Jarrak's old combination.

The door slid open. Huh. Whoever they were, they must have been part of Jarrak's gang. As she wondered, the guard, who had been rushing to respond to something, looked over at her in surprise. She pounced, her hands wrapping around his throat, and She could see panic in his eyes. She tightened her grip, pulling one hand away only long enough to send it crashing into his skull. She continued like this for as long as she could, at least until he stopped moving. The man's face was a bloody mess. Grabbing his blaster, she stalked through the halls, rage pouring through her.

They would pay for trying to send her back.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Closing his eyes, he mentally pushed aside the lingering metallic taste in his mouth as he reached out with the Force to the blast doors blocking his way. For moment or two nothing appeared to happen, then the metal began to strain against the unseen pressure being applied to it. With a groan, the mechanism finally collapsed and the doors forced open with explosive force breaking the lock in the process.

The sole occupant of the room grinned to himself as exited his temporary prison, any who were observimg would see him slowly fade from view until he was completely invisible to the naked and electronic eye. Time to scout around and find out who dared to try and upset the plans of the Chaos Harbringer himself.

Daxton had initially planned to go the resort world to plan seeds of corruption and discord upon the unsuspecting populance, that someones grand scheme would interfere would his was an affeont he did not take lightly. He was going to throw a king sized monkey wrench in their plans and space their sorry carcasses before he would be done for the day.

This was why he carried no visible weapons on him, as it would raise suspicions amd besides he already was a deadly weapon all by himself. His martial skills, combined with knowledge of various Force techniques was surely enough to handle opposition thrown his way. Still going invisible was a sensible precaution until he could find out more about what he was about to face.

 

[Zxthunder]

Dria Kor is still meditating on his bed waiting for Ra'a'mah to find him. but while he waits he senses something strange , instead of some thing working with the force and using it he can feel people tearing at the force, forcing it to do want the people want, SITHS! this worry's him, 'if they find me they will most likely kill me' he thinks.

All he can do know is hope that Ra'a'mah finds him before the Siths do.

Daxton Bane Dalansa Darkul Elahad Oron Verd Aria Vale Alkor Centaris Garith Darkhold Lark Darth Abyss Maleagant

 

[Matreya]

Dark strode along, shirt previously elegantly caressing skin now torn to literal shreds that hung from his belt line, blood splatter drying against the flesh found there. His face looked too have gone through quite an ordeal considering the amount of the viscous fluids, and yet not a wound to be found on the Vampirika. A smile bore against his otherwise darkened visage, all the while he hummed a jaunty tune as he followed the Force's mumbling, leading him to Dinok, his blade.

Unbeknownst to him though, with every step he took, the corridor around him darkened, smokey tendrils of murky shadows spreading around his form.

Soon enough however, Dark happened upon another meal - err, batallion. They however, held their backs to him as they fired repeatedly at a man within. The scent of a man...and younger female, inside reached the Hunter's senses all to easily. It was his gift amongst his race. In that same room though, Dark sensed the call of his blade. Dinok, the gargantuan nearly light as a feather blade, his pride, whispered of the battle about to come...

Then, past the man inside, would the nearly 4 foot tall sword fling from its sheath, hurtling end over end out into the hall. As it moved the aura of its Force Imbuement activated, and whatever the energized blade came into contact with was no longer attached to its proper body. In a single instance, without faltering, the sword had lurched to the open and waiting palm of its master, cleaving arms from shoulders, knees from hips, and more.

Dark could not claim to have wiped out the whole group in a single swoop. But a massive blade such as this, made to act as an extension to Darks own body - it fell quite a few.

Hair sticking together in scraggly tentacles over his forehead, Dark held Dinok with the blade out, tip against the floor, while he stared downward at the ground. Whoever took his blade from him, disarmed the Warrior of House Elahad, would feel a certain death meet them. But for now, he would finish this battle that had begun.

Slowly eyes raised, looking at the frantic group that had jot foreseen his attack, through eyelashes and past his eyebrow. Then he raised his head proper, and swung Dinok to work.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"]

 

[WelshPsych]

An offer to go on a free cruise, sounded almost too good to be true. Open bar and plenty of attractive women to catch his eye, Yuroic was almost certain that the entire night had been some incredible dream that he would enjoy for as long as he would remember. It was the hint of gas that had set Yuroic's warning sense, it had been of course too late but still. Gas was never a good sign. So when he woke up with the mother of all hangovers and on top of that the disorientation that came with shaking on a knock-out gas, he clearly missed the captain's speech. What he needed was water and his tiny cabin did not have any, he grabbed the door and attempted to open it. Locked.

Footsteps. Two sets. Yuroic was taking everything in now. This was not a simple cruise. Going through the front door was stupid. He was unarmed, weakened and not the best of fighters. He looked around the cabin. It was simple design and small, bed against one wall with a desk and chair on the right hand wall. He grabbed the desk and attempted to shift it into the middle of the room, it took a lot of effort and made a considerable amount of noise but he was sure that there were others that in all likelihood were making a lot more noise and more dangerous ones. He stood on the desk and touched the ceiling, he was sure there was a ventilation shaft around here, make sense to have it in every room so then they could gas everywhere at once if needs be. He found it after a couple of minutes of searching, however it was barred.

Yuroic thought carefully, no tools to open it, nothing to use in makeshift. Brute force it had to be, so like the monkey acrobatic that he is, he held onto the bars tightly and lifted his feet against the ceiling, pushing with his legs to pull the bars from the vent's opening. This wasn't elegant or clever on his behalf, mostly because when the bars came off Yuroic dropped like a sack of potatoes and landed hard on the desk. Winded, he remained on the desk attempting to gasp in any air. After what seemed like ten minutes but more likely ten seconds, he composed himself and whispered a thanks that no one else saw that. He stood unsteadily back on his feet, dehydrated, gassed and now winded. This cruise had definitely been too good to be true. Well the pretty ladies were a small comfort.

Yuroic gave himself a brief chance to smile before he lifted himself into the vents and started crawling around. Vents were his second home, he had spent years in them that he knew how to be silent while moving around, which wasn't simple. Through slits he saw other people running around and fighting people he assumed were the mercenaries or much more likely, slavers. Yuroic gave a moment to think on the situation, he had to get off this ship. Escape pods would make most sense but then again, first action he would have taken would be to launch the escape pods if roles were reversed. So only way to get out of here would be to land the ship, he couldn't pilot a ship this size so it would likely be a crashing landing if he were fly it but better to crash land than be a slave once more. Yuroic crawled forward more, heading towards what he assumed was the bridge of the ship.

Danger occurred when he heard a creak, which grew louder until something metal snapped and a rush of images tumbled into his eyes. He landed not so gently onto the floor of the hallway. I can't have put on weight, or at least not that much... Yuroic looked down at his stomach, which was starting to poke out. Karking Jedi, delicious food and freshly cooked. What was I suppose to do? Not take thirds or fours? BAH!

Yuroic shook his head then heard the ominous click of blasters warming up. Now boys, we don't want to do anything rash right? He was in fairly big trouble now...

 

[Kingsley]

It had not taken Kingsley long to come upon his first patrol of guards. Teeth grit, hand tightening around his blaster, the Rishii whirled and expertly shot the locking mechanism of the nearest supply closet door, then proceeded to stuff his oversized avian frame inside and out of sight just in time as the rifle toting thugs rounded the corner and continued their patrol. Struggling to control the volume of his breathing, the scoundrel glanced down and grabbed a wad of the towel on his shoulder with the star yacht's logo emblazoned on it, biting down to keep from giving himself away.

As they passed him by, he caught a glimpse of their colors through the damaged and slightly ajar closet hatch and frowned as he didn't recognize their outfit. That was perhaps the most alarming bit of news he had heard all day, even facing off against a highly competent yet known enemy had its advantages. He usually had a friend of a friend, or something along those lines. But until Kingsley figured out just who these guys were, there was not much gain to be had. Continuing on towards the direction of what he assumed must be the bar, he wondered if perhaps they were a new crew. Cons like these were born on the Smuggler's Moon a few dozen every second or so.

Finally stumbling onto an unoccupied, unlocked cabin apparently set up to feed into the facade of luxury, replete with a bowl filled with ice chilled champagne, the Rishii dropped his supplies in a loud clatter and swiped two bottles of the stuff. Expertly uncorking the first and taking a long pull, he glanced back down at the pile of discarded personal debris and picked the chronometer back up, stuffing it underneath the arm that held both bottles. It was then that, with the aid of the alcohol finally back in his system, a sudden and horrible realization dawned on him.

"My antiques!" he cried.

Cursing himself for not being able to handle his forcefully induced blackout amnesia drug, Kingsley whirled around and hurtled back down the corridor he had come from, now heedless to caution. How could he have forgotten he had been taking advantage of the opportunity to oversee the...express transport of several extremely valuable finds that would otherwise spend weeks or even months going through the legitimate customs procedures, and also probably be confiscated for not meeting the standards, strictly speaking, of what was defined by the law as 'rightful property'. His own life be damned, he was not going to let these unimaginative hacks make off with his payday.

So heedless was the bird to danger that, before he had even realized it through the built up anger, he had almost bumped directly into several armed brutes holding their weapons on a particularly dazed looking passenger who looked as if he had just tripped or fallen from above ([member="Yuroic Xeraic"]). One of them glanced back and, noticing him, shouted out to the others who turned.

"I can explain!" Kingsley cried. There was a long pause, "Ah hell..."

Raising the holdout blaster from its place of concealment behind the champagne bottles, he fired several shots in rapid succession. The first struck one of the slavers and sent him reeling back, apparently seriously wounded. The next few went wide, but were enough to send the hijackers scrambling for some sort of cover. Finally glancing down at the Jedi on the floor, Kingsley called out.

"Don't just sit there! Hit somebody!"

 

[Voices of The Deep]

"Unbra Val'lid"​

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The words rung in Cinders ears deafeningly. She stood there for a long while merely holding the doctor in her crushing embrace while the words set in...allowing them to marinate in her mind for a moment longer the woman suddenly released her grasp on Hazel as her golden eyes burned with savage fury. Parting her dark, coal lips into a feral snarl and exhaling smoke through her nostrils like a bull prepped for the charge the red haired maiden lifted her head to the ceiling and shouted, a gust of fire spewing from her lips and consuming the metal above her only to vanish a second later. The fit of anger temporary as she clenched her fist and huffed.

"Vony zradyly mene v ostanniy raz! YA pryvedu yikh usikh na kolina i peretvoryty yikh na popil!" She'd hiss, her body growing hotter as flames rose from her open palms. Her head flicked to either end of the corridor in which they stood, contemplating which way she could possibly go to even begin this impossible search. If she were to simply go looking she'd never find what she was looking for...

Which meant...

She needed someone on the other team. A guard...which also meant...she would need to get the information out of them manually.

Oh dear audience...there will be much blood.

| [member="Hazel Zanteres"] |​

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic was sure to say something savvy and probably immensely clever, at least that was what he believed was going to happen. So when he suddenly saw this giant bird man-thing start fighting the armed slavers he rushed into cover, this was indeed a very peculiar day. He heard the beast shout something about hitting somebody, well can't exactly let him take all the glory... Yuroic thought to himself before he rose from his cover and threw a right hook at one of the slavers firing at the bird-man. The hit landed strong against the slaver's face though Yuroic gripped his wrist and cursed slightly. He hit quite a hard bit of bone with his knuckles, not as pleasant as one would like. Especially since the slaver was now pissed off, holding a gun and had it out for poor Yuroic.

So... Could we move past the fact I hit you? Yuroic shrugged and tried looking friendly, the slaver however did not look too friendly. Yuroic gave a quick sigh and threw another right hook to the face then on to his side and finally a left hook to the face. He watched the slave collapse, still alive and alert but Yuroic grabbed the rifle and shot him twice in the body. Once in the stomach and then second was more accurate to the chest. He looked around and noticed that the other slavers were paying him just as much attention as the bird-man.

Yuroic, lets go on a cruise, we've never gone on a cruise before. Look Yuroic an open bar, lots of attractive ladies, what could be better. Next time check to see if it's a karking slaver trap! Yuroic grumbled to himself as he shot at the slavers and ducked into cover. This wasn't what he would call a peaceful cruise, it was like he was back home on Nar Shaddaa. Though thankfully he had gotten away from there and this cruise wasn't going there, at least as far as he knew.

[member="Kingsley"]

 

[Riamah]

After Myles and Benjamin their guns, Ra looked a little further down the hallway to see more doors. Before she moved on, she turned to address Benjamin.

"No, I woke up to the message that we've bee rerouted and heading to Nar Shadda. Ran into a few guards, disabled them and acquired these weapons."

She motioned to the blasters she had handed them and her club.

"Maybe slavers? It makes sense. They didn't take into account people with certain skill sets though or train very well their guards."

A little further in, Ra sensed the presence of another person within the Force and moved to his door. With a flick of her eyes, the lock opened and she opened the door, looking inside. There she saw the Kell Dor and motioned with her head for to join them.

"C'mon on out of there. I'm sorry I don't have an extra weapon for you, but if we can find our own that'll go a long way."

Turning to look at the others.

"Do you want to search for our weapons?"

[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Drai Kor"] [member="Benjamin Erinhart"]