Seltos Trip (open)

[Darth Banshee]

Spoiler

[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
[member="Azreal"]
[member="Randyl Lancaster"]

They had arrived on seltos to gain access to the phrik mines on this planet, she had invited a couple people to join her. This was so they could get new armour, worthy of their status here. So if war does come they would have the equipment to fight it, and survive what ever was thrown at them. Tough for know money would be there from of power, as conflict at this early stage would only mean eyebrows would be raised.

Her ship landed in the courtyard, and her and her delegation disembarked from it. They were greeted by one of the mines officials, he bowed which was customary. Though he only did it as he knew she could pay the price, for the armour they were making. This way Lady Kotass, he said to her as he showe her the way to mines office. She looked at the others, and signaled them to follow her.

 

[Nerius]

Twitch, swish, swirl. The large pink antenna connected to Nerius' head began to move excitedly. He had come toSeltos to seek a Master he heard lived in seclusion on site; and yet here he was with nothing to show for his hardships. Cleaning his palms against his immaculate white pants, he sighed again, for the dozenth time. It wasn't meant to be, something whispered to him.

Feeling an odd twinge against the peripheral of his senses, Nerius moved over to the West. Soon enough a Mine entrance, a mine official, a ship, and a person disembarking from the ship could all be seen at once. Who were they? Well the mine official was hardly difficult to figure out, he was covered in soot and dirt. Yet the woman...she made him feel cautious.

Was this the Force telling him to watch out? Or to avoid her at all costs? He couldn't tell.

Moving closer, he smiled, rubbed the back of his neck, while calling out, "Care for a visitor?"

[member="Sabrina Kotass"]

 

[Azreal]

After leaving the Coruscant underground, Azreal had expected it to be quite a while till he actually left the planet he had been living on for the past few years, yet it wasn't long before he found himself new allies. His broken armour and tech-helm were currently being held by the mining group along with his red mask which was to be fitted with the phrik. Currently from the outside it did seem like he was wearing the red mask, but that was simply slight transformation he had undergone prior.
Once landing on the planet Seltos they were greeted by one of the mine's officials who bowed to their group leader [member="Sabrina Kotass"] and the group was signalled to follow to the mining offices. Strangely he didn't feel too excited for his first interstellar trip, but perhaps that was just the dull nature of a mine. To be honest, he did not know who his new allies were but the woman could obviously afford the means to buy the phrik and his armour and gear did need some repairing so perhaps it could come with an upgrade too.

@Cryus Tregressar
[member="Randyl Lancaster"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Azreal "][member="Nerius"] [member="Randyl Lancaster"]

Sabrina looked at the creature, who asked her Care for a visitor. It was a strange creature, but the force works in mysterious ways. She said to it You may say your peace, as these two get suited for their armour. She was also having some of her armour upgraded, as she wanted the means to use force scream, whilst wearing a mask. They would also need strong armour for trials to come, and this was just the beginning of that dark path.

She her part was taken into a fitting room where they would undergo measuring and deciding options for their armour. Whilst she listen to whatever the pink creature wants to talk about.

 

[Azreal]

Azreal was lead out into an individual fitting room where his armour and helms laid(his measurements already sent ahead). Checking that he was alone he slowly morphed his face back into it's preferred shape, each piece of his armour was repaired and modified as per his request. Phrik replaced the main material for the plates and obviously the mining company couldn't do this on their own and he assumed that it was an out sourced job. The same went for the helmet and mask, he proceeded to place on the mask and breathed a sigh of relief, his head has felt too exposed. The main material for the mask was also replaced with phrik, though it was thin it did provide an extra security. His equipment was still incomplete, a full phrik plating replacement did not include installation for any technologies and Azreal had wanted to add a final layer of protection, one that would be acquired at a later time.
He opened a cavity in his back and placed the helm and plates snugly in, the skin and meat layers closed over and it was hidden. The muscle around the area was denser, but he slowly redistributed the mass around his body to avoid a loss of balance. He was done and walked out of the fitting room.

[member="Sabrina Kotass"] [member="Nerius"] [member="Randyl Lancaster"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

As the sail barge embarked enroute from Kossack class frigate in orbit, to the mining facility main office, some turmoil errupted. A hutt had delivered his intention of using the facility for personal needs. This did require some adjustments to the localities fter all.

Once down on the landing pad the barge lowered its owner, Sempra the hutt along with his entourage of slaves and bodyguards.

He barely took notice of the attending welcomer but allowed him to show him further inside to where the other customers were conducting their affirs.


[member="Sabrina Kotass"]
[member="Nerius"]
@Azreal
[member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

 

[Raiz]

The giant would follow by the side of the almighty [member="Sempra the Hutt"], heavy breathing the only sound emitting from his helmet visor and with weapons holstered, but seemingly ready for anything. He would scan the area as they made their way to the location and for the trip, he remained silent and attentive. Only thoughts going through his mind were those of protection of the supreme mogul and to make a lasting impression of his duty, loyalty and honour.

 

[Nerius]

Nerius offered his most mischievous smile, "Say my piece? All I know is the Force brought me to you. I simply am following orders. So I imagine I am supposed to get a set of armor." As he spoke, his antenna swished back then forth; twitching to show he was excited.

Cocking his head to the side as the robot was fitted with Phrik. The thing was a beautiful example of technological advancements, as well as things the orphan had yet to see. Were there others like this one? Did they all possess true artificial intelligence? He had imagined such things while in the Safe Harbor Orphanage, yet had never seen such.

But then, his attention was drawn back to his front, where one of the mine officials stood with a questioning look on his face, "I'm sorry, what was that?" Nerius inquired with an arched brow, his maniacal smile still in place.

"Were you looking to have something made? It will of course be charged to you personally." The man courteously repeated.

"Sure. If I were to get a light set made to cover my whole body, how much would it cost?"

The man perked up at hearing he would be making another sale, "For a being so small? Likely less than 50 thousand credits..would that be acceptable?"

Nerius cackled for a moment, "Of course. Sounds like a plan." With that the other man began to put together pieces that would each be attached to his body when the time came.

[member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Azreal "][member="Sabrina Kotass"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Nerius"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Azreal "]

She turned to her would be apprentice, and reminded him Make sure they fit you with a rebreather, okay. She then gave the pink little thing her attention again, he said about orphanage ran by that paragon sith beauty [member="Hion the Herglic"]. Shame he was still part of the corrupted one sith, they had lost there way since death of darth shara. He was very friendly beast, and she missed him at times. Though that was war, people you die and things go too far. So how was the orphanage she asked? She always wonder how growing in up in that benign institution was like, after all she did help found it. Also she still did by a back door means, though that had to be kept a secret.

 

[Azreal]

Make sure they fit you with a rebreather, okay. She then turned to the strange pink thing, it was a creature he had never seen before and it's body structure seemed... very pliable. As for the rebreather system, that had to wait. He had only sent forth the instructions as to how to shape the helmets but the rest of the technology was for another time. He would see to that matter personally.
He then turned his interest on the pink creature and the conversation [member="Sabrina Kotass"] were having together...

[member="Nerius"]
[member="Sempra the Hutt"]
[member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra slithered into the main reception area of the shop. He rested his eyes on the interior, evaluating its standard and cultural origins. With a sigh he sent a slave forward to whomever was managing the sales.

"The esteemed and wide Sempra Besadii Dhakun has arrived. He wish to have an armor worthy his stature constructed and we were told this place have prints for the hutt species."

As the slave waited Sempra searched the room with hislarge head taking note of each and everyone in it.

[member="Azreal "][member="Sabrina Kotass"] [member="Nerius"] [member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

 

[Nerius]

Nerius chuckled, "Its an amiable place. Able to mold to fit the needs of any whom come through the doors...save me. They always attempted to give me more than the others, as I can take it. They taught me a lot." His voice was almost fond sounding, and yet bellied by the words was an unmistakable hatred.

They had brought him up; fed him, clothed him, taught him of sciences, mathematics and languages. Yet they did so little in regards of familial love - all he had ever known was a struggled force at becoming a weapon. Amongst the folks at the orphanage, he had become top of the class in martial skills, weaponry, and shape shifting - there were indeed others with that skill set.

Turning his head, Nerius looked at the armor that the mine official was putting together. It looked encumbering...yet magnificent all the same.

"No, no helmet." Nerius called, then realized he probably looked odd with his neck turned a hundred and eighty degrees around. Returning it to normal, he smiled again, "What do you know of the orphanage?"

[member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Azreal "][member="Sabrina Kotass"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Nerius"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Azreal "]

I know it is run by [member="Hion the Herglic"] a benevolent sith lord, who has quite nice singing voice. Also use to like my cookies, when we were all friends. That was before the one sith became corrupted, and lost there way. Then her fitter came in, and she head of to her chamber. There she stripped down to her underwear, and let the armour begin detailing out her new armour. She then told him what she wanted on it, I re breather system, that does not cover my mouth unless poisonous gas is in atmosphere. Also I want to be quite flexible, so it will not impinge my movement. She was going to recreate part of her old phrik armour, this time though the mask will not longer needed to be taken off to scream at he opponents. He polity nodded as he took measurements, and then told her Okay miss kotass, I need you to run on the spot, also I need you to do these exercises so that I can work out how your body moves. She looked at him and began running on the spot, and doing the various exercise he wanted. So he could see how each of her joints moved, so the armour could be as sturdy and flexiable as she desired.

 

[Azreal]

[member="Sabrina Kotass"] left and it was just him and the pink thing, the one that just turned it's head 180 degrees to address the fitter. Azreal knew his structure was flexible from a glance but not to that extreme extent.
"What a pliable structure.." He remarked, "How rare is it that you meet someone like that." Perhaps this one is a shape shifter of sorts, no other species could something like that, Azreal of all people would know.
"How is it that I have never seen one of your species before?"

[member="Nerius"]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]
[member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

After a short wait Sempra was fetched and brought to a specialy prepared room. It was larger then the other ones. After all, some species of the galaxy did require more space then others.

Feeble fingers of a skilled armorer started to meassure the hutt as he blatantly kept feeding himself with grapes and wine.

"It is not often we have the opportunity to make hutt armors yours excellency." the man explained while moving about trying to get a clerar fix on the length of the tail.

"Forgive my ignorance but I thought hutts did avoid battle?"

Sempra peered at the man for a moment and decided that he could do with the chit chat.

"Even though we are a peaceful race it has come to my attention that there are alot of other more jeleous creatures out there. They simply will not leave us alone and with that I am forced to take pre cautions." Sempra shrugged.

"If it were up to me I would prefer not to take this step but one has to be a man of ones time. Dont you agree?" sempra swallowed the wine.

"Ah, most true your highness, most true. Now, what material did you have in mind?"

Sempra blinked and watched him confounded.

"Why - the best of course."

 

[Nerius]

Nerius chuckled, "Because as far as I'm aware, I am one of a kind. As far as I have gathered, my base genetics are those of a Polydroxol. But it was altered by some insane Alchemist. I have no memories of the man himself, but I have minor memories of waking up." He said, then cast his eyes towards the fitter once again, "Can you make that black?"

[member="Azrael"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Nerius"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Azreal "]

After the tailor had got all images and measurements, he head out to the other room to begin the design of her armour. She meanwhile got dressed again, and then head back out to main room. They all ready had the blue prints of what she wanted, know all they had to do was build it for her. She also had to wait for her apprentice to go in and get measured up, before she head out again. She also had gave them some cortosis she got from apatros, she was having a knew weapon made out of it as part of her armour. Her old one used a phrik blaster as a shield, know she was use cortosis one instead. This way she would knock out her enemies lightsaber, and then kill them. She also planned and force shield to help act as re breather, this was also something she had to pay extra for.

 

[Azreal]

[member="Nerius"] (OOC: U tagged the wrong one m9 xD)
[member="Sabrina Kotass"]
[member="Sempra the Hutt"]
[member="Alkah'Kahtel"]
"Because as far as I'm aware, I am one of a kind. As far as I have gathered, my base genetics are those of a Polydroxol. But it was altered by some insane Alchemist. I have no memories of the man himself, but I have minor memories of waking up."
"A Polydroxol's genes but done through alchemy? I thought such things lay in the realm of science?"
Azreal did not know exactly how Sith Alchemy worked and did not exactly trust the stories which described it to be of a mystical nature. Although that was indeed a rare species the polydraxol, their bodies were described to be moving metal, that is until they changed. Well, the galaxy was a strange place and unlike the busy corporate lot Azreal had time to spare to inquire such a matter.
"Perhaps you could give me a small demonstration?"

 

[Nerius]

Nerius nodded, paused for a moment with his mouth agape, then shrugged, "I guess shape shifting is the easiest way to show it off." A sluggish pull began to spread across his face and torso. Melting and molding, it twisted together than spread apart. Seeming to flatten then rebound to seem life like once more.

Before long, where there had been a pink amorphous blob, now stood a new man roughly 5'9" tall, weighing 212 pounds.

The voice, although similar, was entirely deeper as he said, "You see?" Then casting his head about 180° again, he stared at his nearly finished suit of armor. It would be useful only when stealth wasn't mandatory - he couldn't change the shape nor sizes of the metal.

@Azreal

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

As the "tailor" meassured the hutt he never stopped tapping his datapad. He sighed and grunted at the mans work but remained still for the procedure. once it was done he exited the room and went back into the lounge to await the result.

Sempra was not sure, but he felt that he should hnoor his ancestros by owning one of these armors. The modern hutts seldom engaged in combat, but it happened. He himself did not see it happen if he had not chosen it himself, considering the swamr of body guards always following his movement. Still, one never knew.

He turned to [member="Alkah'Kahtel"].

"Are you interested in something here?"