ORCtoberfest 851 - Dominion of Asop Hex

[Janick Beauchamp]

Griet and Janick ate whatever they could out of the meal, which was pretty salty and caused them to drink the blue milk to the very last drop. And Janick later crawled back to bed, still unfit for flight duty, still feeling too sluggish to actually be of any combat effectiveness in a cockpit; Griet was to lead the five squadrons if the need arose. Especially since Janick's vision was still somewhat blurred, both normal and Force-vision. That is, if the Dominion Remnant presence near Asop were somehow hostile. Meanwhile, in one of the mess halls, the damage control crewmembers whose turn to eat was underway were shown the holovideo of Janick prancing like a possessed bimbo cantina dancer in highly revealing, dark purple underwear, on the main screen of the divisional mess. The crewmembers' reactions were, as with all things of that nature, highly varied, as is expected of pooling hundreds of crewmen in one place for one of the shifts, of about two dozen species. Firemen, welders, spanner jockeys, all were to have one look at one of those people whose job most of them envied.

"That's our lead pilot? I knew she was alchemizing pilot seats, with Enchantress Actual enchanting drill bits" one of the damage control crewmembers commented.

"Methinks she drank one tihaar serving too many: it doesn't look elegant in the slightest" a Yuzzem commented on the dance.

"Sooo... beautiful! Does anyone have the location of her cabin?" one smitten damage control crewmember asked.

"Do you think that asking out someone, while having no direct authority over you, that is still several paygrades over you would be proper on duty?" one of the newly-minted officers assigned to the Verdict's damage control divisions reminded the smitten damage control crewmember. "That said, on a ship that big, the crews are highly compartmentalized, so I can't blame you if you envy someone that is normally posted where you're not expected to work in"

Spoiler: Verdict fighter complement

60 Alakaha elite fighters

 

[Jairus Starvald]

She did not seem nearly as disturbed about this as he was.

Internally.

"....no, sadly not." Before Oran could elaborate the door swung open with enough force to almost knock it of its hinges. Beyond it a man stood. @Eun. He seemed eerily familiar but he couldn't pin-point his face, but that was probably because it was so... vanilla. The beauty of a stonemason rather than the expressive thought of a poet. All symmetry and lines and pleasant shapes without much in the way of character to build on it. But Oran supposed that those type of faces were also necessary sometimes.

The Galaxy had to even things out somehow.

"An arachnid? I do not think so-" This time Shule interrupted himself as he suddenly noticed something in the hallway, before disappearing out of bounds to the right. "I think you just missed it, went behind you down the hall to your left."

That was helpful, was it not?

Yes.

His attention went back to Lina. "What is the last thing you remember?" Maybe they could piece together the rest of the night by their combined memories. It was strange though, he never had this kind of experience with alcohol before. His memories hiding in a deep white haze and elusive to an annoying degree. As if they were purposefully trying to duck away, everytime that he reached for them. Oran wondered if this was something more... malicious than a night of heavy drinking.

[member="Lina Renning"]​

 

[Bryce Bantam]

His head felt two sized to big as he continued to be read the riot act from the furry general. To be honest Bryce was only half listening. Elaine also had questions for him and so he was attempting to split his attention between the two of them.

“SSSSHHHHIIIPPPPPPSSS, JJJJOOOORRRRUUUUSSS!” General Berlyr roared.

(Translation) “The Verdict has just entered the system and they have detected a large number of Dominion ships in sector. Many of our operatives are now missing, I need you to find them including Marshal Merrill. I can't be sure if this mission has gone to poodoo but you need to salvage what you can!”

Bryce snapped a sloppy salute as the transmission ended and the glowing image faded. With his superior now thoroughly pissed off at him he diverted his attention back to his surroundings.

“I don’t feel so good, what happened?” The feminine and slightly raspy voice of duchess Thul asked.

“Don’t really know but figure we need to find out.” Bryce replied still scanning his surroundings.

Catching site of a window he walked over and looked out into a planet he had never seen, or if he had didn’t remember. It looked like they were on a ship then. As he continued to look around it became apparent they were in a large cabin, many that of a luxury yacht or officers suit.

The rooms of the cabin were bare and the finishes not complete, it was like the ship they were in was in the final stages of construction. There were few insignia or other marking on the walls so he was really at a lose where they were till he began to search the closets. Hidden in one was… a body.

One that looked to have blaster wound square in the middle of his forehead. He was dressed in an officer's uniform, that of the dominion…

“Feth, scratch that Elaine, pretty sure we are on one of those Dominion ships… we may be in trouble…

Bryce grabbed the man’s dead body and began going through his cloths, finding a blaster he flipped it over to Elaine before beginning to undress the body.

“Look around for something less obvious to change into, we may need to sneak off this bird.”

[member="Elaine Thul"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Her head was still spinning, and then [member="Bryce Bantam"] started talking, it was going through her. She started to feel movement in pit of her stomach, Oh feth I am going to b sick she thought to herself. She then saw him, rummaging through a dead body, it was gross to see. Then he pulled a blaster out of corpse and chucked it at her, she caught it, and thing went off in her hand. The blast made a mark on ceiling, and din of it went through her again. She then looked around, there was no toilet, she need to puke. Her face was going green, and he told her to look for anything else to ware. She began looking, but in all honest it was the toilet she looking for. She opened a door, and saw a closet, it had a dominion uniforms in. Though her stomach moved, and she threw up, and began to be brought to her knees as her gut began puking, she felt undignified and hoped bryce did not see her like this. She was also keep her out of the way, so none of it went on her. Though she had found something to wear, if she had not puked on it.

As she finished she look around to see if he had noticed, but she felt a bit better for it.

 

[Daedel]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Kael Rose"] [member="Simone"]

Daedel heard the voices and smiled to herself. Her dark eyes danced as she flipped over omelette number four. She stacked the plates on a tray and lifted it with little effort. She couldn't remember the night before but from the way they had all been positioned any young witch could tell what they had been about.

She pushed through the door to the suite from the adjoined kitchen wearing an open robe and nothing else. She had woken earlier than the rest and decided she was hungry. She walked into the room as the pink woman declared they should go for a walk.

"You are awake!" She said her voice liquid velvet, "This is good, I have made us food to break our fast."

She walked forward and put the tray on a low table before standing as comfortably in the open robe as a mandalorian in full beskar.

"Eat." She encouraged, "From the looks we all need to regain our strength."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

And then the purser, that is, the chief administrative officer onboard, got wind of Janick's near-naked antics under the influence of alcohol. That one person was responsible for all the accounting and paperwork onboard but not the supplies; unsurprisingly, the more clerical roles onboard are harder to fill than a gunner, a security marine or a pilot. When onboard the Verdict, the purser was equal in rank to her, and hence was able to bring a few morale-challenged yeomen toiling in offices onboard to Janick's cabin in an attempt to raise their morale up. Once again, that hallway leading to pilots' quarters was going to get crowded, with dozens of crewmembers wanting to see the Acherin alchemist in person, something that they rarely, if ever, got a chance. Thus they would swiftly capitalize on any opportunity to do so. About half an hour later, while the salvage operation was well underway outside, with the tractor beam operators busy salvaging some of the more derelict ships, the horde of crewmembers came knocking to Janick's door, with the lady still wearing the very underwear on the video:

"Open up, commander!" the purser asked Janick through the polished durasteel door.

"What's up?" Janick answered, yawning and still having headaches, while going out of the bed again.

"My crewmembers toil for weeks at a time while not having the opportunity to see who's doing the heavy hitting work in combat, and their morale is suffering"

"You could say the same of engineering and the guys under the quartermaster's command that aren't assigned to ordnance or hangars. Their turns will come later, but they will come: no favoritism between divisions, since they suffer all the same by your logic"

"Glad to see that your mental functionality has somewhat returned" Griet commented, while thinking to herself, even though your clothing decency has not returned yet.

Spoiler: Verdict fighter complement

60 Alakaha elite fighters

 

[Vaudin Miir]

"Heyyy. Anyone there?" He heard as he walked out of what he could only assume was a dance chamber. The poles arranged carefully around the room were his clue. His head ached like he had been punted by an angry Bantha then dropped head first into Coruscant traffic.

His body felt tired sluggish and the groggy feeling in his head made him think of the time he had taken some random spice by mistake. The thought of spice made him think. He had been drunk half a million times and this feeling was definitely more than just booze....he had been drugged.

He stepped out into the hall and looked both ways to busy looking for an assailant to remember he was only wearing socks. He noticed a woman...with what may have been a tail, nothing new in his life. He began walling towards her his eyes blinking away the tiredness.

"Hey!" He said noticing one hand cuffed to a chain, "You ok? You with the O R C?"

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

On the floor curled up in the fetal position possessively curled around a stuffed ewok, the Owner of the Lucky Lady Cantina was snoring. There was a bit of commotion around her she could feel the vibrations through the floor and there was the fact that someone was saying something about wake up, time to move.

Slowly painfully she opened her eyes trying to look around, she ended up staring in the blank brown eyes of the ewok. It wore the eternal half smile that they often painted on a creature she groaned and rolled over to stare up at the ceiling what was she drinking last night?

"Stimcaf..." she needed some....no a lot. She had cottonballs in her mouth, dry and parched like the desert of Tattooine. Slowly she pushed up looking around..."anyone know the time?" She half smiled.

As she went to get up she pushed on the Ewok's belly to get up it yelled, '"yub yub" Rekha quickly drew her hand back...'Feth...." she did it again just to test it out...and again it yelled 'yub yub'

She laughed...'why not" She finally made it to her feet brushing the dust off. "morning"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

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#LASTFRIDAYNIGHT

The revelation of his own nudity was more than mildly embarrassing for him.

Not that there was a whole lot he could do about it, but as the teen shuffled about in his chair the dawning self-consciousness caused him to fumble about awkwardly as he was now quite uncertain what to do with his hands. The only thing within reach to even attempt to cover himself with was a cocktail napkin.

On top of which, there appeared to be a bottle of lukewarm beer at hand.

That actually looked appealing right now, so the young corporal grabbed it and tipped it back for a much needed gulp. Letting go of a breath, he imagined his face burning bright red as he felt the heat in his face from the blushing radiance that was likely lighting the place up right now.

He didn't even known what kind of place this was.

A variety of scantily clad, or even fully nude, aliens mulled about. All of whom appeared at first glance to to be female. Which was good. That was the first thing that he wanted to make certain about waking up in a strange location, that there were girls.

At least, he thought they were of the female persuasion.

What caught his attention at first was the fact that the dancer on the stage was a Gamorrean.

Now, he wasn't hating... but as a general rule of thumb, he didn't imagine that there was a whole lot of demand anywhere in this galaxy for a Gamorrean stripper. But, adding a layer of complexity to this cannot unsee mental picture, was just something about the Gamorrean's routine on the stage that just seemed... off.

Despite the generous jiggling above the waist, something about the act didn't quite look right as a total package. Blinking through the drunken haze, the teen took another swill of his beer and squinted as he struggled to make sense out of why his common sense was sounding the alarm in the back of his mind.

The porcine dancer seemed to be incorporating a small pole into the routine.

...or, wait, that wasn't a pole.

Did Gamorreans have three legs..?

"OH SITH!" the teen screamed, beer spewing in all directions as Three tried to swallow and shout at the same time. Turning his head to either side, the stormtrooper found himself surrounded by melons and sausage.

The dim glow of what he assumed to be emergency exit lighting called to him from a far corner on the other side of the stage. Three took flight in a drunken sprint for the door. Like a drugged deer, the teen leapt into the air in an effort to clear a table that stood between him and freedom, only the crash hard in a whirlwind of wood, glass, and liquor. Staggering to his feet, the teen resumed his mad dash, hitting the door with every ounce of strength he had, and not stopping once he was outside.

...which was... a hangar bay..?

The Hutt?

Skidding to a halt, the corporal's bare feet slid roughly across durasteel deck plating. Military flight deck markings outlined docking bays that had seemingly transformed into a strip mall. But it was clear that it was some kind of hangar bay.

...this was a ship?

"Oh, this is not good..."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Daedel"] [member="Simone"] [member="Kael Rose"]

"Gaaaaah!"

Jorus scrambled from the bed and got his back against the wall. Plus side: no more nearly-naked people could sneak up on him. Flipside: uninterrupted view. He averted his eyes somewhat and continued hyperventilating.

"Y'all may be cool with this, but I'm not. This ain't what I do, I'm married... feth. I need to call my..."

He trailed off as the less animate aspects of his surroundings soaked in. Aesthetics, composition - a captain's cabin?

"...are we on a warship?"

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Vaudin Miir"]

She'd look at the man who practically stumbled out of a room wearing nearly anything. The sight made her close her eyes and look away quickly. He'd come up to her and ask a question but his words somehow felt like they we're going through an amp that was turned up to eleven. Her ears twitched in discomfort. "Geez, ouch." She said softly. "Yeah I guess. I work closely with them. They saved my people so I guess I'm indebted to them. I have a seeking suspicion jorus and Bryce would have a field day seeing me like this." She said keeping her eyes off the man. "I noticed your without, urrm you know... Pants."

She didn't mean offence to the man but she didn't really enjoy the sights he had to behold. "Don't suppose you know what happened." She asked wiggling her arm in the newly acquired bracelet she was stuck in. This is why you don't drink Sanya. She thought to herself in a way like she was scolding what she potentially did.

 

[Lina Renning]

She had to think for a moment about that one.

Memory was still evading her, buried beneath the haze, and the pounding that thundered through her skull did little to help. She remembered . . . she remembered clinking glasses. Dim lights. The outline of strangers. Hesitating. Blank.

Chit, she didn't like to be so in the dark.

"Drinking . . . somewhere. Maybe a bar," she finally answered, slowly like her brain was running circles between each word. "I think- that I knew something was about to happen before . . ." before something happened, before recollection went into hiding and left her here. It was painfully vague. As though their circumstances were deliberately out of sight. But she supposed it was marginally better than nothing.

"Best bet is to take a look around the rest of- wherever we are - and hope we don't run into any pet arachnids." She was forgetting something. What was she forge- "And to find clothes first."

Her head hurt. A lot. And she had an oddly bad feeling about the situation at hand. But if there was a way into this, it followed that there was a way out. Maybe even some answers along the way, a caf for the headache if she was lucky. And at least there were two of them, even if whatever she'd known about him had disappeared beneath a hangover.

"I don't know your name," she added suddenly. Lina wasn't sure if they'd met as strangers or if, like the rest of the night before, his name was just one more memory hiding away somewhere beneath.

[member="Oran Shule"]​

 

[NT-6922]

"I suggest you back off", recommended Natassia to [member="Vaudin Miir"] as she arrived from a nearby room.
Waking up without any clothes on and in a bed that definitively wasn't hers? Sure, just another friday. But waking up in a place that looked like some sort of hedonistic paradise? It was too good to be true. If such a place even existed and wasn't some sort of trap, she'd probably retire there. Then, it hit her around the same time sobriety did; the reason why she couldn't get to a paradise of a place like that was because she could never afford to stock up on enough money to live like this for more than a few days.
The fact that the two prior weeks were a blur, the only memories she had being of alcohol, women, more alcohol, and more women, certainly did not help, although she had found herself melancholic at the fast flashes she remembered; laughter from a Zeltron sitting in her lap, or two glasses clinking together with some sort of ridiculously expensive beverage in them.

The only thing she could clearly remember was an unforgettable night with a stunning woman who insisted she called her "queen", to which the errand knight obliged happily.
Things got a tiny bit out of hand when they added some exotic drink in the mix, and she could remember cuffing her partner to a pipe (how she even got the cuffs in the firs place, she did not know).
She didn't want to have to wake up to find an empty bed again, and so she acted completely irrationally, her intoxicated status throwing restraint out of the window. But when she finally *did* wake up, she remembered the woman and hastily dressed before rushing out of the room and into the hallway, wearing little else than a leather jacket and a top that was obviously too short for her.
And so there she was, glaring at the man wearily, tapping the pocket of her jacket, relieved as she felt the handcuff's key still being there.
"She is mine", she growled as she set a hand onto [member="Sanya Val Swift"] 's head, caressing her hair softly.

Okay, maybe not that sober.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"Exactly how could I help the morale of the yeomen you brought here?"

There were so many different ways any given fighter pilot could provide morale to a crewmember that would normally not be exposed to them. In a corvette, and to a lesser extent, a frigate, it's easy for all divisions among the crew to interact with each other, and then the captain and the key personnel are well-known among the crew. On the other hand, in a battlecruiser with 109,000 crewmembers, on the other hand, people interact very few crewmembers outside their division, and the bridge officers are just voices in a PA system unless the divisional leader is one. But please, no alcohol-based poodoo to maintain the crew's morale, she thought, with headaches growing the more thought lines even though she knew about how alcohol could affect crewmember's morale. Meanwhile, the yeomen the purser brought in tow were looking primarily at Janick's bodily features, especially her breasts and hips, with one or two looking at her hair instead.

"I'll give you a reading list: Palfa's Morale: Hygiene and Motivators, Tarzen Tagge's Business Communications: Process and Product, Samara Kebyc's GAAP and IFRS. You might know your way around securities and financial markets, but you have a lot of missing items in your toolbox" the purser

"How do you know I trade futures?"

"I already own a copy of Kebyc, so I can lend Janick my copy of the Kebyc"

"The ship's ledger shows that some of the ship's entries associated with you are related to the purchase and sale of futures"

These were common introductory undergraduate business textbooks, and also for MBA students, from what Griet knew about those textbooks. Perhaps Griet had to learn accounting for some project management class or something. She feels the purser is on to something: there is more than just the trade of securities to consider when running even an alchemy workshop. But it was clear the purser is satisfied with how Janick handled her portion of the ship's investment portfolio, or at least neutral - the emotional picture would be quite different if the purser openly criticized her; usually people are less inquisitive in good times vs. bad. And yet Janick earned some royalties from the sale of the very tihaar that made her sick in the first place, due to her role in drilling the wells that allowed said tihaar to be mined to begin with.

Spoiler: Verdict fighter complement

60 Alakaha elite fighters

 

[Kael Rose]

The zeltron played the video and began to freak out. Jorus darted away from Kael once he made contact. Kael was a bit panicked as he realized his gun was missing.

"You record every time you?" Kael asked [member="Simone"], a tone of incredulity in his voice. He thought he was messed up, but dang. [member="Jorus Merrill"] chimed in shortly later, talking about Kael 'being okay with this'.

"Look, Jorus. I don't remember what happened. I'm sorry you were there. I don't know this woman over here but she doesn't strike me as-" Kael began before Jorus let out a thought. Were they on a warship? Kael tried to feel out in the Force. He wasn't a natural space like Jorus was, but he felt the flow of the Force. Or at least he should have. The hangover was too strong for Kael to understand too much of what was going on, but he did feel a little.

"You're right." Kael responded, as he took a bite of eggs from @Daedel. The entrance of the witch was odd, unexpected, but Kael wasn't surprised by anything at this point.

"We should move." Kael said, pulled off simone's pants and tossed them too her before finding his own. He wouldn't bother with a shirt, but still needed to find a gun, as there were none in the room. Something was going on, and Kael didn't like it.

 

[Simone]

"I'm not okay with this." Simone grumbled, still clutching the blanket to her chest and scanning the floor for her clothes, finding her shirt lose by she snatched it off and pulled it over her shoulders. Even for her, this was way off the mark for her behaviour when drunk. She normally spent her time snarling at men, not inviting them to her bed....or going to their bed.

Another naked body joined them and Simone flopped back onto the pillow, a hand moving over her eyes. "Kaaaaaaaaark." she muttered, feeling the colour rising in her cheeks. "This is not happening. This is a really fethed up dream, and i need to wake up." She pinched herself hard. It hurt. Not a dream. Kael's question made her look up, cheeks burning fury crossing her expression. "No I do not! This is-"

A warship?

She dodged the pants tossed at her, found her jeans and hopped out of bed to pull them on. The smell of the eggs was making her stomach churn. I can't contemplate food right now." She told the witch, scrambling through the carnage of the bedroom. Before laying flat on her belly to peer under the bed. "My knives are missing." she said coming to her feet and pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Jorus if you call your wife before we've established the truth of things i'm going to spend the rest of my life running from Alna fething Merrill, so please get a grip of yourself and lets work out where the feth we are and how the feth we got here before we do anything that might lands us both knee deep in chit we don't want to deal with."

She swept from the bedroom into the galley the witch had come from. "Put some clothes on." she snapped at the woman scanning the rest of the quarters for a data pad to download the PPV's files to.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Kael Rose"] [member="Daedel"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Natassia Traxen"]

Vaudin blinked a few times and looked down at his own nakedness.

"Chit." He said to himself quietly as he bent down and pulled off a sock then used it for a makeshift covering until he could find his pants.

He looked at the woman in the chain and realized he had never seen her species before, close to, but definitely not Cathar. His grey eyes tried to focus on her shy face as je tried to process who and what she could be when a voice declared he should 'back off' and the woman was 'hers'.

"You abandon every pretty face you chain to a wall?" He asked dryly, "Cuz I tend to keep better care of my partners."

He reached for the chain and gave it a careful once over before he reached out in the force.

"You never saw this." He said as he stared at the chain, "If you get my meaning?"

The lock clicked open and the chain fell away before Vaudin took a step back. Finally he started to look around for his pants. He wanted a drink, his ship, and a blaster. Maybe in that order. But pants would be good too. He guessed.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Lina Renning"]

Oran was about to nod and look around for clothes, when she spoke once more.

A blink.

Beat.

"Oran Shule. A pleasure making your acquaintance once more." Stiffly, because his brain was his main muscle and the fact that someone or something had messed with it? That did not inspire him with many pleasant thoughts. "What about you?" He went searching, before looking up and finding everything quite entangled in the hanging lamp off the ceiling. Brows furrowed, how did that ever get up in there? "I remember similar memories."

The flash of many glasses, glinting smiles and brilliant teeth.

A chittering laugh that gave him pleasant thoughts, before it inspired a headache when he dug further. "Ow- why did you come to the bar, do you remember that?" If there was one thing good about his Vahla blood it was his height. Reaching out, he carefully started plucking the clothes out and dropping them onto the bed.

 

[Daedel]

Daedel rolled her eyes and looked between the three of them as she tossed her robe down.

"I deal with children." She muttered as she forewent searching for her under garment and pulled on her soft tanned leather breaches. She ran her fingers through her hair and tugged out her braid to let her thick black hair fall down her back. She shook her head and enjoyed a moment to ease the tension in her scalp and grabbed a random shirt to pull over her head. The shirt fell almost to her knees and smelled of man flesh.

She placed a hand on her abdomen and focused for a moment before shaking her head and looked around for a makeshift weapon. She settled on a fork and let out a heavy sigh.

"I do not feel as if I spent all night with men of..." she looked at Kael then Jorus and let a small smile tug at the corner of her mouth, "your caliber. It must have been the pink woman or I was dumped here."

She stood straight and eyed the door. This was not her ship and these people were not known to her. Whatever had happened, it was not exactly as it seemed.



[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Kael Rose"] [member="Simone"]

 

[Lina Renning]

"Charmed. I'm Lina Renning."

She was skeptical of the stranger - or Oran, she supposed, although he was definitely strange to her eyes with or without a name - but she was glad just to talk, exchange simple words in between piecing together this wreckage. It put some semblance of normalcy through her mind that made it easier.

Deftly, Lina reached for her clothes and started to dress.

"Erm." One hand was on her forehead, support of some sort against the headache of rifling through her memories, while the other dealt with her shirt. "I was- a success at work, I think. Celebrating something." The opportunity for drinks was rare enough, in truth. Lina was hardly opposed to the concept. Her job just took up a great deal of time.

(She'd skewed it that way intentionally, honestly, but the point remained.)

With obvious reluctance, the Jedi stood up and tested the door. Unlocked. Thank the stars.

[member="Oran Shule"]​