Reclaiming Our Humanity

[James Mathison]

Onadax​

A dirty, Outer Rim territory planet. Home to scum, pirates, and villains of all types. Though, under all of the lowest forms of life in the galaxy lay a secret thought lost centuries ago. A lab located somewhere under the dust that layers the entire surface of the planet. One that could change the course of the galaxy and all it's factions. Given the gravity of the knowledge buried under the dust, it must not fall into the hands of the filth that walk above their own worst nightmare, and savior.​

Mathison, I'm looking for a James Mathison. I have a parcel for a James Mathison.

James was seated at a booth in a bar on Fresia when he noticed a messenger calling his name. He waved the man over and took the package. Inside was a data-pad, after he activated it, it scanned his retinas and proceeded to deliver a message.

We are in need of assistance from an individual like yourself. There is a facility buried beneath the dust. A company was developing a droid to look perfectly like a human, for insurrections, recon, assassinations and political decoys. Onadax Droid Technologies was the company in question, their facility was never discovered during the Galactic Civil War. The company disappeared about the same time as the war ended. With your skills, and infamy, we would like you to go to Onadax, find the facility, and recover any data left. After you obtain said data, destroy any remnants of the facility. I stress the importance of your mission not going public, so please act with discretion. Your contact for supplies and ordinance will be an operative by the name of @[member="Alli Wren"]. Contact here with this data-pad for your necessities. Should you be successful, you will be compensated handsomely, but if you are discovered and fail, you will be on your own.

Well this looks promising.

 

[James Mathison]

James paid his tab and headed for the starport. A man was slumped over a crate next to his ship. A small vessel, used for small time traders, equipped with hyperspace drives and enough fuel to get James to Onadax. He quickly rifled through the mans pockets, stole his credit chip, and his ship I.D. code. ]

Having flown different ships all over the galaxy, he was able to quickly adapt to the controls and soon was off, leaving the sleeping man on his crates. Now in orbit, he punched in the coordinates, and put maximum speed into the hyperdrive. ETA two hours. James went to the cabin, and decided to take a nap.

Two Hours Later-Orbit Above Onadax

James awoke just before the borrowed ship entered real-space, he was at the pilots chair as it did. The full view was taken up by the dust covered planet, the homeworld for all criminal filth in the galaxy. James steered towards the main city port. Landing on one of the sand covered docks, James lowered the landing gear and ramp. He walked out and immediately had to cover his face from the dust and dirt in the air. He pulled his cowl up over his nose and slid a pair of goggles over his eyes. He made his way inside the main terminal and looked for the canteena. He walked in, all eyes shifted slightly as the new arrival made his way to the bar. He put 'his' credit chip on the bar and opened a tab. He rang a few extra creds the bartenders way, I'm an archeologist looking to find ruins in this sector. Would you happen to know of any on planet?

Ruins? That's strange, you're not the only archeologist on planet it seems, pointing to a far booth with four individuals huddled over maps, schematics, and records. They came in about two days ago, looking for ruins to 'explore' or something. They tried hiring people from the area to be their guide, but everytime they went out, the man they hired would give them the slip after they got paid. Seems like a bunch of suckers if ya ask me.

Thanks, keep the tab open. James walked over to the booth that had been pointed out. Hello, My name is Arthur Simeon, archeologist from Felucia. I heard you were looking for something buried in the sand as well. Any way I could help?

Oh...hello...yes we are in fact looking for ruins of an old facility from about 800 years ago.
Shut up, he doesn't need to know anything.
Oh, let the lass have her fun Jones.
Ha..Fun?! That's what this is? So what, I let her just make friends with every guy who she thinks looks handsome. Look where that got us last time, half broke and lost. It took us two days to get back last time. Back me up Harvey?!
Wha..hmmm..oh yes, as you wish Mr Jones.
Don't mind him, his is just grumpy after we got played by the last gentleman who offered us help. I'm Farrier, Tom; the young lady over here is Samantha Harper, grumpy over there is John Jones, and sleepy on the end is Harvey Milan. We are from the Corellian Historical Museum. Pleased to meet you Arthur. Come sit, we could use some real help.

 

[Aela Kellov]

In one of the dark corners of the bar, someone sat and watched the group talking and over looking their maps and plans. Given how dark it was it was hard to see their face, which was exposed given the fact that the helmet part of the armor they wore sat on the table in front of them. Not that anyone would bother to notice since they didn't stick out any different from half the people gathered here anyway. She gulped down a shot of a heavy drink in front of her as she looked towards the group again, before moving her head to show she wasn't when the other walked over to speak to them. She heard plenty though given that she'd placed a bug under their table earlier and overhead everything.

She was here because she was hired, nothing more or less. Her employers, secretive as they were, wanted her to get her hands on important information that the team of scientists and archeologists were trying to find. They were willing to pay a high enough price and she was eager to add a little more money to her already growing account. But now came the arrival of this new guy who, at first look, didn't seem the regular type to be involved with this sort of thing. She just sat and listened to see how things would develop.

@James Mathison

 

[Nyos Val]

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[James Mathison]

James took a seat next to Sam. A waitress came by and he ordered a light drink. James' eyes scanned the area, looking for any who looked 'too' interested in their conversation. So, where have you looked? What did you find?

We went out about 10 kilometers to the East. We found the beginnings of a ruined compound, but that's when we were stranded by our last 'guide'. We spent the rest of the time walking back. Luckily we found shelter along the way.

Yea, it was just a great as you'd imagine getting stranded on a dust ball planet like this dump.

 

[Drazav]

Onadax, a miserable and dust covered planet where the only shelter was in the buildings or behind something, it was terrible for Drazav's paint and moving parts. He was on his way to a cantina, not to get a drink but to find any jobs there. He entered the cantina attracting the attention of almost every patron or bounty hunter in it "go back to your business" Drazav said while sitting in a booth.

(OOC: can't do a long post right now)

 

[James Mathison]

James and the group were discussing further details on their future trip, when a hulking, armored figure walked in and instructed the patrons to mind their drinks as he took a seat. James kept an eye on him as he spoke with his new found allies. They had discussed a form of transport, James and the group got up and left the cantina. Mr. Jones ranted the whole time about how he disagreed with the plan. Sam and Tom were discussing possible dig sites and Harvey was already passed out in the speeder.

We are all set for the site we visited before. Load up and, James, you ride front with me.
Yeeee!, let's go, she grabbed James' arm and pulled him after the group to the speeder.
Bollucks, I don't like this.
Zzzzzz...
James sat in the passenger seat, looked around the area as the rest saddled up. After everyone was strapped in, Tom accelerated the speeder away to the East. James periodically checked his gear, to see that it was secure and ready for anything. He knew where he was, the home of everything that was and is dangerous, vile, and untrustworthy in the universe. For now he headed for what he hoped would be his key to a position within an organization that would pay his way to freedom.

(Samantha Harper- Young, bright-eyed student: Specialization- Historical Literature)
(Tom Farrier- Leader, middle-aged historian: Specialization- Historical Anthropology)
(John Jones- Gruff, middle-aged historian: Specialization- Archeology)
(Harvey Milan- Elder, heavy-set professor: Specialization- History)

@[member="Drazav"] @Aela Kellov

 

[Aela Kellov]

A minute after the group had left Aela put her helmet on, left the payment for her drink, and followed. Among her armor for the trip she wore a dark cape that she tred around the front of her neck, helping with the travel through the more desert areas. She followed at a decent enough distance as not to be spotted, always ducking out of sight before being spotted by any of them if they turned back. When they all rode off Aela had a personal speeder, single seater, and reved it up before following them. Again she kept a distance to not be noticed right away, hoping the quacks would lead her right to what she needed.

@[member="Drazav"] @James Mathison

 

[James Mathison]

As the group sped across the dust planet, the hairs on the back of James' neck stood up, he had a bad feeling about this situation. He turned back to see if someone was following but the dust was being blown about by the draft of the speeder. All he could make out was the last glimpse of the port fading into the distance. James drew a knife from his belt and held with his palm face down to hide it. He thought to himself, We're not alone...His eyes narrowed as the speeder ran along the ground out into nowhere.

@Aela Kellov

 

[Drazav]

After sitting in the cantina for minutes a man flanked by three men and a woman left the cantina, followed shortly after by another woman. Drazav waited for a moment before following, he had overheard them talking about an old facility, apparently 800 years old. Drazav had followed them In a vehicle he had stolen to follow them all the way, he would have to approach them carefully, as they were probably not expecting two people following them "acquiring ne-new voi-oice" he said while his voice changed to one in his memory banks, a man in his thirties, one who he hoped no one would recognize. He made sure to stay far away from the group the rest of the way, not to attract the attention of anyone.

@James Mathison@Aela Kellov

 

[James Mathison]

The speeder slowed to a halt at what looked like the ruins of a perimeter wall. James hopped out and started unloading gear, Sam giggled as she slipped off the side and began to walk towards the structure.
Sam, wait!!! At least take the new guy with you.
I'll watch her, don't worry.
James escorted Sam into the facility. The buildings were torn and worn from the countless storms and time they endured. Sam was snapping photos the whole time, humming to herself. James had a weary eye on the horizon. His suspicions were correct. A few hundred meters away, a small wave was visible in the layer of dust that floated a foot from the ground. He said nothing of the sight to the group, and once Tom, John, and Harvey were finished unloading, they met up with the pair at a dug out whole that appeared to lead into the building.

(Samantha Harper- Young, bright-eyed student: Specialization- Historical Literature)
(Tom Farrier- Leader, middle-aged historian: Specialization- Historical Anthropology)
(John Jones- Gruff, middle-aged historian: Specialization- Archeology)
(Harvey Milan- Elder, heavy-set professor: Specialization- History)

@[member="Drazav"] @Aela Kellov

 

[Drazav]

(I know it's been a while since the thread started, and if you are done with the thread that's fine.)

Drazav watched the group enter the building, he sped past the person in front of him. He arrived at the groups speeder then hopped off of his own before entering the building behind the group, he stuck to the shadows even though his mechanical whirring and clanking would give him away if he were not careful "reset-ing voice" he annouced quietly.

@James Mathison