Junkyard (LC)

[Darth Ferus]

Raxis Prime

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OOC: I'm only hosting and DM this. Krest himself is not part of this thread, at least not yet. I'll be the NPC's and the map, so enjoy reacting and initiating actions without knowing what will happen ^^

@[member="Monitor"] needed new parts. This wasn't a hidden fact with how loud and whiny the machine was about it. Raxis Prime was the obvious choice for droids scrap, and it didn't take long for the military transport of the Liberty Concord to reach the place. Mission was simple, find the parts needed, avoid scavengers, and not die. The Transport would land atop the ruins of a star destroyer, long sense made flat and inoperable. The team would be set down there, find their barrings, and continue on.

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@[member="Jackpot Tal'Verda"] @[member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] @[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] @[member="Rafe Barune"] @[member="Magnar Ceidrick"] @[member="Dieter Jusik"] @[member="Ishiro Zambrano"] @[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] @[member="Ashe the Reaper"] @[member="Listeri Dalane"]

 

[Nyxie]

A single red and black fighter descended from the luminous horizon and gently began to touch base with the corpse of the old, decommissioned star destroyer. From it, as usual, quickly leapt forth an individual of surreal grace and beauty, yet a deathly aura, pale skin and platinum-white hair. She wore no flight suit, but an old blue and indigo dress with pitch-black Sith armor over it and metal high-heeled boots, which clanked loudly as their weight fell upon the metal hull of the ground. She looked around, hoping to find others, but it seemed she was the first to arrive. The vixen casually straightened her garment out. She pulled Storm from its sheath and inspected it before tucking it back within. Then she unbuttoned the vibro-khopesh from its scabbard to make sure its generator was in working order, before placing that away on her back as well. There were ACP guns in the storage compartment of the Languor, but Ashe never used them anymore.
A dark, fiery aura radiated from her like a signal beacon. If there were others sensitive in the Force, they'd know where to find her.

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@[member="Krest"] @[member="Jackpot Tal'Verda"] @[member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] @[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] @[member="Rafe Barune"] @[member="Magnar Ceidrick"] @[member="Dieter Jusik"] @[member="Ishiro Zambrano"] @[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] @Ashe the Reaper @[member="Listeri Dalane"]

 

[Listeri Dalane]

A XS Light Freighter touched down on the wrecked star destroyer. A small hangar door opened as Listeri walked out. He gazed upwards at the small fighter descending on the ship. A small halo of dust and shrapnel dispersed as the ship landed. As the pilot walked out, Listeri was astounded by the strange being before him. A pale woman with pure white hair. This completely contrasted with the black and heavy armor, and the icing on the cake was the high heels. Sporting a curious expression, Listeri whistled, to signify his location.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Great, we get to rebuild a droid that almost killed us. Great. But it was essential for the Liberty Concord to repair the droid. The obvious place to rebuild droids was a junk yard and what junkyard could beeat Raxis Prime? It had scavengers, it had parts, it was everything that a person could need. Equipped with his assault rifle that had all the slugs that came with it and the greande launcher attachment, four detonators, vibroblade sword, and a pistol. He waited for Krest so they could continued

@everyone

 

[Listeri Dalane]

@[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] @[member="Ashe the Reaper"] @Krest)
(Krest isn't participating. He just controls NPC's, enviorment. He's our DM.)

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Touching down on the planet via a commandeered shuttle, the hatch opened and out came the one whom used to be known as Jedi Hunter. His blackened armour glimmered against the dull light of the world as he reached down the right side of his hip and drew the curved hilt of his lightsaber, having it at the ready should something unexpected happen; his grey armourweave cloak hung around his backside like a heavy drape, pushing back lightly as he walked forward and observed the broken nature of this dump. That's when he spotted one of the most peculiar beings that had ever beset his gaze.

Zius turned and walked toward her with a confident and militant pace, showing the discipline of a true soldier. One who held his head high even in the light of the wrongs that exposed his every sin. Former murderer of innocence, but now a cold and hardened warrior of the Force.

"Seems you're the only one who's around as far as I can see. We should report-in and regroup with the others, and I would -hate- to find any deserters or freelancers in this mission."

His tone was strong, cold, and harshly commanding; this was a mission, and he would get it done one way or another whether there was assistance or not. If any enemies were to provoke their goal, Zius would act as the judgement and the smiting fury of the Liberty Concord.

Death was a promise...

@[member="Ashe the Reaper"] @[member="Listeri Dalane"] @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

 

[Nyxie]

Ashe never took the Liberty Concord for the employ of murderers when she laid eyes upon the second person to arrive after herself. He looked scary on the outside... but she was willing to bet that he was just like every other hotshot warrior deep down inside. He certainly felt no different. Besides, the most persistent souls were often the tastiest.
"You seem eager to kill. Remember what you fight for..." she said in her monotonic, reverberating ethereal voice.
It was rather ironic, seeing as how Ashe was only there as a mercenary herself. Despite that, a duty was still a duty, whether paid to do it or not. She was not a cop-out, and would not show any reservation in completing that duty. She also knew better than to lunge on the gun, so to speak, over her own compatriots who were undoubtedly more valuable alive and well to her employer. She'd make due note of that when it came to protecting them from death as well.

@[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Listeri Dalane"]​

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

"Oh, come on. I mean, I'm good at keeping quiet and all, but the borderline-glowing visor is kind of a giveaway." Bluejay pointed out, inordinately cheerful for once. And cheerful Bluejay was annoying to people around her. The Vong-shaped clone was grinning under her helmet as she strode towards the growing group. A young man, Zius, and a woman with pale white hair. And Canal, of course.

@[member="Zius Aurus"] @Ashe the Reaper @Listeri Dalane @Canal Tal'Verda

 

[Rafe Barune]

@[member="Krest"] @[member="Ashe the Reaper"]

Typical, just Typical.' Rafe thought as he looked at the small shuttle he'd been allowed to take to the planet. "Get your feet wet, show us what you can do." He said in mock imitation of the rest of the crew. "Apparantly what I can do is crash a semi functional shuttle into the galactic junkyard that is raxis prime." He growled climbing to the top of a nearby trash heap. The air was acrid but breathable without the use of a resperator, and all he had on him at the moment was a well used blaster he was able to scavange out of the shuttles emergency supplies. Scanning the area around him Rafe made for the star destroyer he was briefed about.

He watched as a small starfighter came out of the atmosphere touching down on the larger starships hull. From his vantage point the young man watched the lithe form of Ashe climb from the ship. He was of course staring as his young mind began to run away with him but then something happened, Ashe seemed to glow and immediatly it felt like someone had shoved him backward, or passed by him. In his shock Rafe lost his footing and slid down the pile in a semi avalanche of loose machinery.

 

[Listeri Dalane]

@[member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] @[member="Rafe Barune"] @[member="Zius Tal'Verda"]
He smirked upon hearing Bluejay's comment, but his smile quickly faded away, upon hearing the pale woman's offhand remark about the guy wearing the black armor. Now sporting a scowl, he yelled at the two. "HEY! Remember that we don't violence!" He shouted across the desolate ship. He walked over, and just looked around the crew of Concord Workers/ SOldiers. " Why'd you need this many people to find ONE part..." He mumbled under his breath.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

He shot a look at the woman through the visor of his helmet, an expression akin to something of a stiff and humorously deadened demeanor.

"I know what I fight for, do you? I'm not the hired blade here. I'm merely ready to wipe the path clean of any unwanted company; the Liberty Concord is all the reason I need."

This was hypocritical at best. Zius knew full and well that he lived a life of collecting bounties and credits to sate his own lifestyle within the Empire at one point. One could clearly see he was not of a lighthearted upbringing-- he was, but not after his incident with the Sith at one point in his obscured past. He belonged to clan Tal'Verda now, and was willing to demonstrate his brutality with no personal benefit other than dominating the opposition. Killing was no longer just a thrill, but a mandatory action if need be. Soon enough this stranger would learn the truth about this dark-sided warrior.

He knew what he was doing.

@[member="Listeri Dalane"] @[member="Rafe Barune"] @[member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] @[member="Ashe the Reaper"] @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

"Alright guys. Who's in charge cause I want to get this show on the road. And don't nominate me. I suck at leading." It was true. Canal was horrible at leading unless you gave him orders on what to do. Then he can lead cause he has something to help him. "How's the shoulder, Jay?" Canal asked to one of his sisters. He knew that she would hate his guts after the nasty wound he gave her from Akala's event. He waited for the leader of the group to come in and give them orders on what to do.

@[member="Zius Tal'Verda"] @[member="Listeri Dalane"] @[member="Rafe Barune"] @[member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] @[member="Ashe the Reaper"] @[member="Krest"]

 

[Nyxie]

Ashe's cold, golden-glazed eyes shot over to their sides, gazing back at his own without her so much as moving one inch. 'Hired Blade.' She did not like that one bit. She was not some common mercenary. She worked for none for pay. Her current allegiance the Sith Council was repayment in turn for their hospitality. The only reason she worked for the Liberty Concord was because those who wanted them dead had disgraced both their allies and themselves - her daughter included. She would make the man wise to remember that.
"If you compromise the mission, you will be dispatched quickly and effectively...."
How she'd wish in another life he was her target. Ashe would absolutely love to drive one of her alchemic blades through his tough little gut, and suck the life essence clean out of his dying body. He was fortunate she was well-fed before arriving.
"We should go.... I feel as though we have lost one to the heaps." Ashe stated in response to her sense in the Force that someone else had been out there, gazing upon her just moments ago.

@[member="Zius Tal'Verda"] @[member="Rafe Barune"] @[member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] @[member="Krest"]​

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

"If I compromise the mission? Your words are as absurd as they are wanting."

He walked off a bit, scanning the area through his HUD for other lifeforms and potentially any other allies. His trust wasn't to be put into the hands of a stranger who came along for the sake of fulfilling their own vendetta. He didn't care whose feelings he stirred, so long as the mission was completed with precision and swift thinking. Warrior or not, he understood the lay of the land when it came to an objective. He was not some mindless fodder to be pushed around. To display his militant nature was prime and a necessary cruelty.

"Indeed."

He replied to her request to seek the others, moving forward without her.

"And I don't take orders from you, especially."

@[member="Ashe the Reaper"] @Listeri Dalane @Rafe Barune @Bluejay Ungolfen @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] @Krest

 

[Nyxie]

The dude was a total bag of male reproductive organs.
Part of Ashe wanted to simply drive her blade through his gut - she knew she could absolutely pull it off in her current state - but understood how little that would accomplish the Liberty Concord. He was a pawn, but he was a useful pawn - even if she was no different. The difference is that she had completely volunteered, without any sort of inclination whatsoever to protect the organization.
With a perfectly straight face and a look of apathy, she silently followed. Her alchemic gauntlet-clad fist came to hook the left side of his face with a speed no human had and the graceful agility only a fox knew. It was as though she had materialized behind him.
"Learn your place..." she uttered all the while.
A brawl was just what she needed to get the old blood flowing.

@[member="Zius Tal'Verda"] @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] @[member="Listeri Dalane"] @[member="Rafe Barune"]​

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Wrong move. This woman thought far too little of the armour-clad Dark Jedi. Who was she to think of him as a useless pawn? He was no expendable, he was a proud founder of the Liberty Concord-- a catalyst for the militaristic advancement and progression of this newborn faction that was to uphold the valor and strength of their beliefs, and she was the one who needed to learn her place in this situation. He had been feeling her all the while he was walking ahead via the Force, and her sudden outburst of intended physical contact would be halted as he turned and attempted to unleash a mighty Force push to throw her off-kilter. No stranger to the Liberty Concord was going to put him down, and he'd be damned if this woman were to screw with the mission.

"DO NOT... test my patience. We are here to complete a mission, and your feelings seem to be getting in the way. I refuse to fight you for it is not in my jurisdiction to lay harm upon others. I will uphold the ways of the Liberty Concord whether you like it or not."

@[member="Ashe the Reaper"]

 

[Nyxie]

Ashe did not 'feel.' The undead laid no claim to such things as emotions; it was not their right. Whether they all wished to believe and accept it or not, all sentient life was expendable. It was simply nature, in the grand scheme of things. Moral compass had little to do with it. Men and warriors would come and go, and the concept would remain the same. The universe would be unswayed. She was no stranger, but ever bit a comrade as they all were, fighting for the same cause, and the only one compromising anything was the one with the lust for violence in his voice. Promising death once and announcing his refusal to harm others next, that was quite the contradiction.
Ashe's metal heels ground against a length of the old star destroyer's hull as Storm and her unnatural strength withheld the force working against her, her accumulative weight keeping her grounded.
"Very well..." she uttered in the same ethereal monotone.
It didn't take a fool to realize that feelings weren't hers to submit, and she had none. Ashe quickly flickered the blade back into its sheath in the blink of an eye, regaining her composure again. Perhaps there was better to him than he first let off after all. He seemed condescending, but noble enough. Making to her own devices, she slowly paced off in a different direction where she had previously sensed another in the ocean of scrap. Without an afterthought, she leapt off from heap to heap, disappearing from sight.

@[member="Zius Tal'Verda"] @[member="Rafe Barune"]​

 

[Djorn Bline]

"Let her go, Zius. She ain't worth it. But don't worry, we'll have a nice chat with her once we're done with this mission." He said to Zius and looked around the rest. "Anyone else wants to say trash to someone else? Cause if you do then you'll be temporarily relieved of duty until you've learned your place." He knew he wasn't in charge of the group but, really, they don't need a brawl between comrades. "So, I think we should split up into two teams. That's just my opinion since I'm not the leader. But anyway who is leading us so we don't argue on who becomes leader?" He looked around everyone and everyone seemed capable of being a leader, except Canal but who should it be?

@[member="Ashe the Reaper"] @[member="Zius Tal'Verda"] @[member="Listeri Dalane"] @[member="Rafe Barune"] @[member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

(No reason to tag me folks)

Krest cuts in, grunting. He'd been listening in to the groups little argument, and needless to say he was displeased. This is a simple mission, not a who's saber is bigger argument. If he wasn't so broken from the recent bounty hunter fight he had gotten into, he'd be down there smacking all of their heads.

"The job is simple. Go find the blasted parts. And yes, there are multiple. Monitor needs an engine, some plating, and two whole knew sensors. The first two should be easy to find, but the last two will prove to be a problem. You lot are gonna stick together, and I'll guide you from the air. No. More. Fighting."

He leans back in his seat, sighing. Man he hated being away from the action, but what can you do?

@Ashe the Reaper @Zius Tal'Verda @Listeri Dalane @Rafe Barune @Bluejay Ungolfen @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Bluejay glanced over at Canal. "It works, that's all it needs to do." She said with good humor. The argument between Zius and the lady made her frown. "Since we're talking about compromising the mission, could we get it over with? Then you two can slug it out in a locked room for five minutes when it's all over." She suggested, although she wasn't serious.

@Ashe the Reaper @Zius Tal'Verda @Listeri Dalane @Rafe Barune @Krest @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]