The Pen And The Sword (CSA Dominion of Denon)

[Zyrias Pax]

Aboard the YV-2000 "Forlorn Hope"
Sector 10, Bay 4

[member="Logen Brunner"] [member="Reggie"] [member="Celty Ree"] [member="Duece"] [member="Kait Holden"] [member="Greeta Tan"] [member="Sebastian Thel"] [member="Lady Kay"]

As the klaxon wailed, Zyrias’s pace automatically increased. She tossed her head back over her shoulder to figure out what kind of emergency was happening, but immediately smelling the smoke, it was clear.

Do I have anything valuable on the Hope, she thought? But then… sudden guilt.

Feth, Zyri always thinking of your possessions first like the untrustworthy criminal you are. Like I don’t know any of those folks, but already I’m having those feels for them. Maybe like we could actually be friends.

Standing there on the walkway, she could see the black smoke now billowing from the hangar. Zyrias was used to bounding away from trouble, not sprinting towards it, but with an unusual burst of altruism, she ran towards the hangar.

Clouds of smoke greeted her, rolling out of any opening - doors, windows, even crevices. The fire was spreading fast, and damn, she really didn’t want the Hope to go up in flames. Helpless for a moment, she walked quickly to one of the electronic panels which controlled the exits and entrances. If I force the doors shut will the fire be contained or will everyone just suffocate in there? Zyrias was no physicist, so for now, she did nothing and hoped that the Denon fire department would roll up soon.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Denon, Ceremony Hall.​

Objective: Protect any & all innocent lives.​

Equipment: Bo Staff & Lightsaber.​

Post Count: Four.​

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Bright flashes of cyan swivled around Caedyn's ever moving form as he spun and twirled down to maneuver between both friend and foe, his lightsaber only powerful enough to deflect the incoming blaster fire directed across at him and those around him trying to free themselves and flee the scene to safety would be sent ricocheting away with the swift and accurate strikes of his blade aimed not for where one might expect them to hit him but instead where he sought to be, his agile body carrying him in momentum as he moved with a singular focus and flow not unlike that of water itself. In mind, he thought nothing of the moment but relied solely upon instinct as the Force sent every small yet significant tremor across the wake of the grandiose room around him; even within such a chaotic state of affairs, the boy ever so at peace within himself, calm and controlled...Guided not by personal ambition but by the flow of life itself, the Force freeing him from the mortal constraints of anxiety and fear typically wrought on by such violence.

Once more, his Bo Staff swept the area before him now free of sentient life and only those droids, incapable of pain and fear, felt the sudden impact like a wall of air concussing against their metal bodies, breaking their limbs from their chasis like frail bones and scattering them across the rich and expensive carpet formerly meant to host their peaceful gathering and consolidation. With this moment free of threat from before him, Caedyn turned to stare back in the direction where his mother had once been, yet it seemed that [member="Lady Kay"] was being escorted away from the immediate danger; a loss of present company that the young lad felt he could afford, no longer having to worry so much about the safety of his beloved Mother.

Their aggressors however seemed relentless in their pursuit and assault of the ceremony, and soon enough the hail of blaster fire continued once more, flak building around him and forcing Caedyn himself to begin to retreat, deflecting as many of the blaster bolts that neared him and those behind himself, while trying to appease his own safety as he backed away towards one of the corridors leading out of the main event room. All throughout the event center, he could hear screams and echoes of fire going off; people being targeted and lives being placed in the grasp of death, enveloped whole for the aspirations of immoral men. Truthfully, Caedyn was glad that his Master wasn't present for such a thing, [member="Asha Hex"] was not a fighter and as stout a follower of Stav Kesh as he was himself; here during such a time, he was glad that as powerful in the force that Asha herself was, he still needn't not fret for her safety as well as those others trying to remove themselves from the fray.

[member="Ravenfire"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Logen Brunner"] | [member="Macharius Solaire"] | [member="Kait Holden"]​

[member="Reggie"] | [member="Celty Ree"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Zyrias Pax"] | [member="Klesta"] | [member="Einon"] | [member="Virak Ip"]​

 

[Klesta]

Location: Denon
Objective: Peddling ergonomic assessments

The only questions left to resolve are the number of assessments and their timeframe, he thought, while checking for whether the computer screen is in the appropriate position, whether the chair components are aligned properly, and the trial run was, of course, just that: a trial run before the client commits to have thousands of such assessments made. Everybody in this business knew that ergonomic assessments were no magic pill, and any savings made, or any productivity gains, would take a while to materialize. Even then, he knew that a rash of injuries or WH&S violations would often be the wakeup call for them to get those assessments made. But, for now anyway, he realized that, while there does not seem to be a whole lot of issues with the work station, there remains one big item of contention before he could consider the assessment complete: which items were used at which frequency. He had a U-shaped workstation, which was ideal for a managerial position at his level. He even had an adjustable screen, but even adjustable furniture is not the end of the story.

"The preliminary assessment does not seem to reveal any issues. However, before the assessment is complete, I would like to know which items on your desk are used at which frequency"

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay was surprised to see that [member="Einon"] wasn't his typical self. Normally he'd of been in the thick of things, fighting. However there appeared to be swelling and blood on his head and face. Her Head of Security must've been knocked out, for he surely would've prevented the attack if he could.

"Caedyn's in there fighting off the droids. But don't worry, he's not alone." Indeed. [member="Virak Ip"] and [member="Adron Malvern"] were there. Even [member="Ravenfire"] was ensuring that Kay, [member="Macharius Solaire"] and [member="Jairdain"] had gotten clear of the dangers in the room.

Now they were out in the hallway. "We need to get out of here." She also needed to send word to the other droids that were thinking of joining the fight that the CSA doesn't consider droids as mere property. She couldn't do that with coming to know and befriend [member="Ultimatum"] .

Kay turned to Jairdain. "How long can you hold him suspended? Enough to get us outside to a transport?"

[member="Caedyn Arenais"]

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Objective: Help a stranger
Location: Customs Control
Near: [member="Logen Brunner"] [member="Reggie"], [member="Celty Ree"], [member="Duece"], [member="Kait Holden"], [member="Greeta Tan"]

The smoke blinded Sebastian for the moment and caused him to cough. He ducked as the flames billowed from overhead, feeling the heat sting his cheeks as he ran as lightly as he could towards the landing ramp. Turning around, he two men and a droid whom he assumed to be with the crew, trying to BS their way through customs. Suddenly, alarms began to ring as he heard the agent order an evacuation.

The fire must have been spreading throughout the hangar, causing Sebastian to panic as the situation became urgent. Hiding inside of the ship may not have been the brightest idea. Staff members and those with the crew would soon become trapped, making leaving the hanger the safer option. Looking around in a frenzy, he caught the eyes of two customs agents who saw him running away and quickly darted towards the entrance.

"Kark, kark, kark!" Sebastian muttered beneath his breath, the smell of smoke becoming overbearing. He ran around the back of the ship, only to see one of the escape pods fall to the ground with a thud. A young woman, whom he assumed was a member of the crew squeezed out and ran towards the hangar doors.

Holding a fist to his mouth as he coughed, Sebastian ran in the same direction and followed her outside. He ran across the walkway and they just about collided as he threw up his hands in a gesture of apology, even the time and place left no room for courtesy. The girl appeared confronted and Sebastian immediately felt guilty for abandoning those left inside of the spaceport.

"Are you with the crew in bay four?" He asked [member="Zyrias Pax"] as they met at the entrance. Tilting his head in observation, he noticed her musing over a panel controlling the doors of the hangar "I can help you if you like." Sebastian cupped his chin in thought, immediately sifting through his mind for a solution to the problem. With the fire spreading fast, there was no time to write calculations.

 

[Klesta]

Location: Denon
Objective: Peddling ergonomic assessments

"There is only a handful of items: my smartphone being the main one other than a wireless mouse and keyboard"

"Thank you. Now you will tell me how many and at what frequency you would like those assessments made"

"There are over 5,000 assessments to be made, and I assume the deal is renewable yearly"

Poodoo. Unless the owner of Aura at College Park was OK with taking weeks to do ergonomic assessments, I would also need to get the process underway and hire ergonomic assessors for this office. It is going to be a downright massive pool of business and, if there is one thing that I know about marketing ergonomic assessments, it's that, while you can lead the horse to the water, you can't make it drink, and often prospective clients are reluctant and would rather try that first before signing the larger deal, he thought, hoping that perhaps he could get a discount because that went well beyond the scope of ordinary bulk discounts. Then again all of his previous clients had at most 1,000 workstations so perhaps a new level of bulk discount would be applicable here, and also he would feel compelled to announce a new tier of bulk discount if he could successfully close the deal, thanks to the constructive liability principle stating that, once you offer a discount level to a certain arms-length client, you have to offer it at the same level to all future arms-length clients.

 

[Jairdain]

Just wait until this is dealt with...​

It would feel good for Jairdain to get one of the last pieces of her past worked through and finally ended. Right now there were other issues to deal with outside of theirs. Once this was completed, she would come down on this not Lykos with the fury of a storm and find out just what was going on.

When they got through the door, another figure was there and asked if Kay was alright. It should be obvious, but hey, droids were attacking and it appeared his brain was slightly scrambled due to an injury he got. He asked after Caedyn, but she was too focused on making sure Macharius and Kay got out safely. That mission accomplished, she focused again on the man she was holding with the Force.

He was stable for now, but Jairdain did not know how severe the wound was since she hadn't had the opportunity, location or any time to explore it with the Force. Tipping her head in the direction of Kay as she spoke, she nodded before speaking.

"I can maintain this hold for as long as needed right now. As long as nothing really starts knocking me around, I should be fine. Is there such a transport waiting outside?"

A simple but pointed question.
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[member="Einon"] [member="Virak Ip"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Ravenfire"] [member="Macharius Solaire"]

 

[Klesta]

Location: Denon
Objective: Peddling ergonomic assessments

"That calls for a new level of bulk discount we don't currently offer"

"What about you instead lease the fourth floor in full at a discount? Our estimates of the business you will be able to make on the planet call for that amount of space"

Then again, how did the owners of the building make the estimate that we were going to need as many ergonomic assessors as can fill a whole pedestal floor of the Aura at College Park for the business we will be doing here? he thought, while finding the estimate perhaps a little questionable, but he couldn't easily turn down discounted rent for that much office space without risking losing the deal. Nevertheless, he feels compelled to have the service contract drafted in writing so that they could keep copies of the deal for their records. Yes, he would go over the terms before settling on the deal, which included rental of office space in the prime real estate that was the client's building. Besides, if he got a lease, even an operating one (which is the case with most leaseholds on buildings of that nature since the useful economic lives of office buildings can range well into centuries), on that much space in a prime location, it would very likely signal to the local business community that they mean business and that their credibility should not be questioned. Just that the vagaries of businessbeings could sometimes feel irrational to some. Now that his signature was on the contract... the manager in front of the Jawa had to put his, too.

 

[Doyle]

Einon breathed an inward sigh of relief. [member="Lady Kay"] was fine. [member="Caedyn Arenais"] was more of less fine, which wasn't surprising given that he was a Forcie. Yet [member="Macharius Solaire"] was hurt and it looked like [member="Jairdain"] could only hold him for a limited length of time. They needed to move.

"This way." He gestured down the hall and led the way, squinting his eyes every so often as his vision blurred. He was going to need to see a medic himself, but that'd have to wait.

The hall was clear, or so it seemed to be. Einon continued on, glancing behind him every so often to be sure that they were still following him. He took them to the lift and opened the door, his blaster trained on the opening in case there were misbehaving droids inside. But the lift was empty. "Quickly now." He didn't speak loudly, yet he didn't whisper either. Once everyone was in, he shut the door and pressed the button to take them down.

Einon wanted to ask them about what happened, but didn't. More than likely he'd hear about it on their trip back to Commenor. Then he'd have some reports to write up. Why couldn't diplomatic meetings be boring and uneventful? It was no wonder that some people were drawn to it.

 

[Klesta]

Location: Denon
Objective: Peddling ergonomic assessments

In turn the manager signed the ergonomic assessment contract, but then the Jawa went quickly over the operating leasehold contract that the manager was, in fact, printing. Which allowed him to ascertain how much of a dent and how much revenue he would need to generate in order to cover the lease. And also whether it was realistic to even try to get that much revenue. Yes, he got that the planet was one big city, similar to Coruscant, just that it was often difficult to enter a new market, and that profits often take a while before they are realized. Plus there was, sometimes, a chasm between the innovators/early adopters and the mainstream, while remaining mindful that some customers would, in fact, be innovators or early adopters for one thing and be late mainstreamers/laggards in another. In the end, however, he would go ahead with the leasehold and signed his copy of the lease. Satisfied, he is about to leave the premises with both a contract for 5,000 yearly ergonomic assessments and a lease for the entire fourth floor of Aura at College Park, made possible only because the old tenant found another location that was more appropriate.

"Thank you for your business"

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Sector 10, Bay 4

[member="Logen Brunner"] [member="Reggie"] [member="Celty Ree"] [member="Duece"] [member="Kait Holden"] [member="Greeta Tan"] [member="Sebastian Thel"] [member="Lady Kay"]

A huge vehicle - which reminded Zyrias of a sand crawler - whirred along approaching the hangar. It appeared to be some kind of remote controlled fire truck, perhaps with the rudimentary AI of a droid even. Water began to spray out of it, but with no spatial awareness, it began to shower the two sentient beings as well.

With a wary expression and water running down her face, smearing her mascara which had already been applied too heavily, the teenage slicer eyed the newcomer. “Yes… yes, I am.”

Annoyed at the constant moisture being hurtled their way, she squinted her eyes and examined the hangar doors. “These open wider, but I need to jack the control panel. This way, that metal monstrosity can get in and spray more water inside where the ships are.” She drew out her datapad, but kept it tucked under her arm so it wouldn’t get wet.

“How about this,” Zyrias said with a curt chuckle. “You shield me from the water, and I can get this door all the way open. That’s about all I can think of at the moment.” She began to pull out some cables, so she could slice into the electronic panel, but she would not be able to do anything if it was drenched in firehose spray.

 

[Macharius Solaire]

Chaos. That's what this all was. To an unconscious Macharius it was nothing. Since he fell to the floor everything had been nothing. A funny thing that is.

Slowly he came back to the realm of the waking. He felt his weightlessness and the burning pain in his chest. To dull yet to cause him much trouble. As his mind regained it's footing he could hear shouting, people running and the sounds of combat every so often. Then it all came in a rush. Clutching at the hole in his chest in some dumb attempt to stop the pain. He yelled, and swore, gained a sense of his bearings of those and what around him. "Kay! Ahhhhhgh, someone... Put me down I'm not bloody dead."

[member="Jairdain"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Caedyn Arenais"]
[member="Virak Ip"]
[member="Ravenfire"]

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Objective: Throw a tantrum
Location: Hangar Bay
Allies: [member="Logen Brunner"], [member="Zyrias Pax"], [member="Reggie"], [member="Celty Ree"], [member="Duece"], [member="Kait Holden"], [member="Greeta Tan"]

As the fire quickly spread, alarms sounded from an automated truck which had arrived to extinguish the blaze. For a moment, Sebastian was more interested in the design of the machine and the programming behind the controls. Just as he gazed curiously over the truck, water was sprayed into the hangar bay from a hose, drenching Zyrias and himself from head to toe.

"Oh karkmothery!" Throwing down his hands and shivering, he slammed his eyes shut as he looked fruitlessly at Zyrias. She revealed that she was indeed with the crew and he groaned as he struggled to think, all possible outcomes turning to numerical mush in his brain. Then she suggested that she handle the control panel while he shielded her from the water.

"I'm not a bloody umbrella!" Sebastian screwed up his face and dismissed the young woman. "The size of me isn't even sufficient to block that amount of water." He grumbled.

"I have a better idea." At least he thought he did, having not been able to think properly and without the time to write anything. The fire was engulfing the hangar and everybody had to think on their feet, there was no pausing to contemplate for Sebastian. He simply had to spring into action. As he ran towards the automated fire-truck, he smacked his head in frustration while growling beneath his breath.

Nothing was going as he had planned.

"Just... Just... slice the control panel!" He turned around and flailed his hands in the air, gesturing for Zyrias to stay put while he dealt with the water. He ran out of the hangar and towards the truck, crouching down as he quickly analyzed the mechanical structure. Setting down his satchel, he opened the latch and rummaged around inside for a spanner, poking around the compartment for a latch which controlled the direction of the water.

As Sebastian felt around inside of the truck, he found the lock which controlled the trajectory of the water, which he adjusted and wrenched away from Zyrias. The water began to spray away from the side of the door and focus on the main body of the water. With the water cleared away from the control panel, Sebastian loosened the latch and allowed more to be sprayed onto the flames in the center of the hangar.

 

[Jairdain]

When Macharius started coming to, Jairdain kept her focus on him. He might not be dead, but he certainly wasn't out of danger. She held him with the Force, it gave him freedom of movement within reason, but not enough to try and stand up.

"If you keep that up, sir, we're not going to get out of here."

It was totally within her ability to knock him back out for ease of moving him, but she restrained herself from doing that.
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"I am Jairdain. Now stop twitching around and hold still. You're alive and that's what matters."

There might be heard an authority in her voice, but it was totally calm and she projected no sense of panic. Maybe some worry and concern, but none for herself. What she felt was for those around them and the man she held with the Force.
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[member="Macharius Solaire"]

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Aboard the YV-2000 "Forlorn Hope"
Sector 10, Bay 4

[member="Logen Brunner"] [member="Reggie"] [member="Celty Ree"] [member="Duece"] [member="Kait Holden"] [member="Greeta Tan"] [member="Sebastian Thel"] [member="Lady Kay"]


Zyrias only laughed more when the young man became upset. “Hey buddy, it’s either you get wet or my ride goes up in flames.” She tried to be mad at him, she really did, but he looked so humorous standing there shivering like a drenched spider rat.

“I wasn’t trying to… oh kark it.” The teenage slicer started to pull up her datapad but hit with another jet of cold water, her teeth also began to chatter. “I really can’t do anything with the water-”

It suddenly stopped. Zyrias turned her head around to see where the man was, her blue ponytail swinging like a wet rope. “Excellent.” Her fingers skimmed over her datapad as she hooked it into the main door panel. Using a couple of lines of codes - it was just a series of door panels after all - the female hacker activated all of the entrances, and they furled up with a whir. There was a much wider opening now that the auto-fire-matron could wheel through and begin putting out the fire on the inside.

“How did you do that?” Zyri asked him with a lopsided grin. While she did wait for an answer, her eyes anxiously darted to the Forlorn Hope to assess the damage from the fire. Ships could survive a disaster like this but Zyrias wasn't sure she could survive an extended stay on Denon.

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Objective: Save the Ship
Location: Hangar Bay
Allies: [member="Zyrias Pax"], [member="Logen Brunner"], [member="Reggie"], [member="Celty Ree"], [member="Duece"], [member="Kait Holden"], [member="Greeta Tan"]

Steam bellowed from the hangar as the flames began to die down. Pulling his hand out of the compartment of the automated truck, Sebastian sighed with relief as he watched the water spray onto the ship and extinguish the fire. More fire trucks soon arrived and droids disembarked, designed with mechanical hoses which they sprayed around the spaceport. They marched through remaining hangar bays and continued to put out the blaze as the Forlorn Hope was surely saved.

Still soaked and grumpy, Sebastian's temper began to subside as the situation cooled. His notebook was ruined and all his spare clothes were wet. He leaned against the truck with a monotonous line written across his face, which curved at the ends as he managed to smile in the direction of the young slicer.

"It wasn't that hard, I just found the latch controlling the direction of the mechanical hose." Shrugging, he looked down towards his spanner still wrenched around the bolt. "Estimated the trajectory and rotated the latch in the direction of the ship." Really, he had just jimmied the lever over, he just didn't know how to explain himself in simple terms. "I also loosened the latch to release more water." He said as he pulled his spanner out and threw it away in his satchel.

"Sorry I got angry." Sebastian said with an apologetic tone. His gaze softened and the lines of his mouth turned upwards in a coy smile. "Usually I write down calculations, if I can't do that I tend to lose it." Slinging his satchel over his shoulder, he walked past Zyrias and towards the ship.

"We should check and see if the ship took any damage." Sebastian said as he followed Zyrias towards The Forlorn Hope. He sounded as though she knew that he intended to go with them and squinted suspiciously as they walked inside the hangar.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Aboard the YV-2000 "Forlorn Hope"
Sector 10, Bay 4 - No More Fire

[member="Logen Brunner"] [member="Reggie"] [member="Celty Ree"] [member="Duece"] [member="Kait Holden"] [member="Greeta Tan"] [member="Sebastian Thel"] [member="Lady Kay"]


Once she saw The Forlorn Hope was barely singed, Zyrias let out a sigh of relief. Drenched to the skin, her baggy water-logged jumpsuit hanging off of her, she pulled off her blue ponytailed wig, which now resembled a wet baby ewok and tossed it to the ground. “Feth, that’s ruined.” Her real hair was cut short and blonde with darker roots beginning to emerge.

“Oh don’t worry about it. Hey, I have an idea,” Zyrias said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “I’ll take you on my ship, and we can, I dunno, make ice cream sundaes or something. I’m actually starving.”

Maybe it was the water or the adrenaline or the fact that she was incredibly grateful their transport had not been reduced to a pile of ashes, but the slicer sounded more like the excitable teenager she was. “And yeah, we can check for damage. But chocolate fudge and whipped cream first. Priorities, right?”

Still having no idea Sebastian already knew the interior of the Hope due to him sneaking aboard, she asked, “What’s your name?” After they boarded, the young blonde headed to the kitchen - a disheveled mess with a sink full of dirty dishes and styrofoam caf cups -, and began getting out bowls and the ice cream. “Mine’s Zyrias.” Normally she gave a fake name, but his nerd vibe made her feel he was naturally trustworthy.

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Location: The Forlorn Hope
Allies: [member="Zyrias Pax"]

Smiling a wide and satisfied grin as water dripped around his features, Sebastian watched the flames disappear. He turned to the young woman and watched, very bewildered, as she casually pulled off a wig. His eyes widened in confusion as he looked at her short, blonde hair and wondering why anybody would want to hide their real hair. When she accepted his apology, Sebastian nodded in thanks in response to her invitation to come aboard the ship.

"Ice-cream sundaes? All on their own?" His eyebrow creased in confusion as he ran a hand through his wet and stringy hair. "If you're starving, you should eat something healthy." Sebastian inquired, then immediately shook his head and berated himself for how lame that sounded.

"Oh kark it, let's just have ice-cream." With a shrug, he gripped the strap of his satchel and followed Zyrias onto the ship. "My name is Sebastian Thel." He said to Zyrias with a smile. In the moment he stepped on board the ship, his features fell in dismay as he beheld the mess, which aggravated his obsessive need for patterns everywhere. He stood at the end of the landing ramp for a moment and struggled to place another foot forward.

"You know, it's much easier to find things if you tidy up once in a while." Sebastian said warily as his eyes shifted from one side of the ship to the other. He then stepped forward and walked inside, following Zyrias to the kitchen. As he passed through the doorway, he set his satchel down on a waiting lounge to dry.

"Here, let me help with that." Immediately darting for the pile of dirty dishes, Sebastian ran the tap to fill the sink and filled the water with dish-washing liquid. He imagined that Zyrias thought he was talking about the ice-cream when he began to scrub dishes in the warm water.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Aboard the YV-2000 "Forlorn Hope"
Sector 10, Bay 4 - No More Fire
New Fren: [member="Sebastian Thel"]


Zyrias laughed at Sebastian’s suggestion that she eat healthy. “Have you ever been to Junktown, Tatooine? That’s where I grew up. Sometimes all I would eat was cream of womprat soup for days on end. Or squill liver salad." She shivered and scrunched her face up in disgust. “Worrt casserole. Can you blame me for liking sweet things?”

The slicer stepped back as Sebastian took over cleaning the dishes. “Hey go crazy with that if you want,” she remarked noticing his zeal for organization and tidying.

Zyrias pulled the ice cream out of the freezer, but the fire had screwed with the electronics on the ship, and as she slopped it out with a spoon, it appeared gooey and melted. She then squirted an over-abundance of fudge over each bowl, drowning the ice cream in the brown sweet sludge. And then she licked the spoon and stuck it in Sebastian’s bowl, content to eat hers with the only other clean utensil - a fork.

“Here. Your reward for saving the day,” she said with a cheeky grin, handing him the ice cream.

 

[Macharius Solaire]

Mach was granted a little more freedom of movement by his newly introduced comrade Jairdain. Wasn't exactly what he wanted but it wasn't in a position to complain. Still he may of course. "Jairdain, where's Kay? And the treaty, did anyone grab the treaty?" The paper was inconsequential. They could always just sign another but in his state of mind he only cared for getting the days plans accomplished. Even as the hole in his chest radiated pain he was dead set to get it done.

Clanking footsteps of more droids began to rise in the parties ears from down the hallway ahead. Perhaps a dozen more of them had come from who knows where. They'd be on top of them in short order. Mach took his hand off the hole that blaster bolt had made in him to fumble with his jackets buttons. He had his revolver on him as always. No clanker was going to best him again today.

[member="Jairdain"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"]