Mandalorian RPG (moderated) (Page 2 of 3)

"This team is getting bigger by the minute!"  The pilot leaned inside the mess hall which was, except for the now 5-man team, was completely empty.

"We better get going, before you guys multiply any more" he nodded softly and snickered.  "The ship is all fueled up and your gear has been loaded in the main cabin.  We are running a bit late, so if you would all climb aboard, we'll get this show on the road".

The pilot stepped out and left the 4 mandalorians still stunned with the arrival of their new member.  The cybernetic arm wasn't so much of a surprise, but the fact that she was a combat medic was a novelty.  Neither of the four had had the chance to work with a medic before, none of them were that lucky and relied on themselves to patch their own wounds, their mission would definitely benefit from their fifth member.

After a brief introduction, everybody collected their gear from the table and all headed to the waiting Nubian vessel.

"Well, I'm set!" Orsusk said as he swiped a sparkling drink off the droid's tray and reclining in the silky chairs. He knew none of this made any sense, but he was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.

All of the other squad members were either looking around suspiciously or pacing slowly. Bjor was especially on edge, probably because of his self-appointed "leader" position. Orsusk knew how to take and follow orders, but he also knew when it was necessary to break command. Orders were more like a guidline...

Everyone was feeling uncomfortable, not only about the circumstance, but because they had grown used to the cramped spaces and sudden bumps that they were accustomed to. It had been the one relaxing feeling they had gotten before a mission, and it had been ripped from them on this adventure.

The tension built up every second of flight, and Orsusk could take it no longer, he would have to take drastic measures... "Allright, I spy something that is....... RED!"

Spinx, sitting off in the corner, eyed the explosives for her sniper rifle suspicously. She hated surprises, she knew no one on the mission, and this ship was far too comfortable for her liking. She glanced up breifly as the Trando shouted something, just to make sure that she hadn't made him mad. Her drink was red, but she doubted anyone had spotted it and she doubted that was it. Spinx didn't much care.
Putting the explosives back in her duffel, she took out her cleaning kit.
This has to be the 100th time you've cleaned the barrel she thought. Without realizing it, she spoke aloud, "My drink?"  Her voice was deeper than most women and gravelly, her pronouncation and diction was harsh when she spoke Basic. She much perfered Mando'a, but few spoke it fluently; including herself.
She didn't wait for the reply before withdrawing back into her own world. 
Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal. She had no one to pray for, but it soothed her all the same.

Spinx couldn't help smirking slightly. At least he's trying. Shifting slightly so she could stretch out her legs, she tried to remember how to begin, "Something green. And, no, it's not you, Orsusk. I'd rather like to keep my head, thanks. "  She liked to keep a detached air about her, so her jesting probably didn't get through to the others. 

Although she kept her face in the shadows, she removed her helmet with a faint ssh sound. She wanted to show that she trusted the others, even if she was uncomfortable around them. Nothing personal, guys, I just don't like people all that much. She placed the helmet at her side, as well as her rifle. She didn't know if the others got the message, but that was the only way to show that she did infact trust them. By laying down her rifle, her most prized possession.

Spinx heard the pilot laugh and shout, "You guys have had too much to drink! From here on out, it's nothing but water and caf."  The entire group forced a chuckle; it wasn't a lot, but it was a start.

Before anybody could guess what Spinx had spied, Bjor spoke up. Spinx knew he wasn't exactly comfortable with being their leader, his body language was practicaly shouting at her. He was tense, but something about his posture said that he was, at least, going to try, "It is, "he looked about the room, his gaze finally settling on the carpet, "Too obvious, Spinx, the carpet?"

Mari, at least, Spinx thought that was her name, shook her head, "No, she's the sniper, if that rifle is any idication. It'll be something we haven't spotted. It'll be small, but infront of our faces." Spinx looked at the rest of them expectantly, Mari had just given the a hint. She'd made it easy for them.

((Sorry I haven’t written in awhile, been a little busy.))

No weapons, no armor, no idea when or where this contact would show up, and to top it all off one of them would have to play a diplomatic role. Mandalorians were many things, but politicians was definitely not one of them. And concerning a more personal matter, Bjor had problems of his own.

“I will be an aid.” The black-clad warrior announced, getting to his feet. “My voice will make it hard to believe that I’m any sort of noble. In addition, it is in the tradition of my people to keep our faces masked at all times; it would be easier for me to do so if in the role of a mere servant.”

“You serious?” Orsusk asked in disbelief, his scaly brow contorting in an expression of puzzlement. “You mean no one’s ever seen your face?”

“Aside from my Mando father, everyone that had seen my face was killed at the time I was brought into our clan, but that’s not important. Orsusk, I’m afraid your species as well would make ill diplomats; I think it best if you also played the servant, sorry ner vod.”

((Fetterthanyou, I know it's supposed to be spelled Sphinx, but it sounds harsher without the 'h'.  With it, sounds too soft for my liking.))

Spinx couldn't help but balk at the thought of leaving her weaponry and armour behind. And, playing the part of the servant brought up some memories that she had spent years shoving into the places of her mind that even she dared not to walk.  She knew this would be notihng like a harem, but it brought along the memories all the same. She'd done a background check on all of the others while she had been pretending to be asleep; she didn't dare imagine how Bjor must feel.  If he did feel anything, he hid it well.

She glanced at the chrono on her wrist, and looked at the pilot, "ETA?"  The pilot looked over her shoulder at her, "ETA?"  "Estimated time of arrival," noting the still confused look on the pilots face, "Never mind. When are we going to land?"
"Oh, why didn't you ask that way? Umm, 'bout 30 minutes. 'Nuff time to get changed."  "Vor'e."

She turned back to the group of warriors, replaced her helmet, and returned her rifle to her shoulder.  "Come on, Mari. Let's go see if we can figure out how to put on whatever they have in store for us," Spinx said with a heavy sigh. She was not going to like this part of the mission. No two ways about it.

She smiled as she imgined the look of shock that would play out on Mari's face when or if she ever saw the tatoo on her back.  It was of a chained fallen angel with stone wings looking up in anguish at the mythosaur insignia. Mari, medic as though she was,  must have been trained in phycology(sp?). She smirked and wondered if Mari would understand the symbology. She doubted it.  No one else ever had.

((It's okay, nothing to apologize for.))

Spinx popped the trunk of the footlocker at the base of her bed. Inside, was a coral pink, sky blue, and lavander hued flowing dress of some sort.  Mari had the same thing waiting for her, just a different patern of the color and cut. Her's was more of a kimono. No covering for my face, great. Just great. She braced herself for when she had to walk out of the room.

She removed her helmet, keeping her back to Mari, and her wavy, shoulder length brown hair spilled out. Quickly she put it up into a rushed bun. She removed her armour and bodysuit quickly and rushed into the dress. Though she would never admit to it, the colors looked nice against her tan skin. She caught sight of her reflection in a mirror, and checked herself with her oddly sand colored eyes. Her cheekbones high, her nose small, lips somewhat full, and she had a natural blush to her cheeks, she was nice enough looking. Unfortunetly, you could just make out the dark tatoo on her back. Which, thankfully, threw off the entire look. 

She stowed her weapons and armour inside the footlocker, and walked briskly toward the door. But not before Mari grabbed the scrunchie holding up her hair, "I need this more than you do," Spinx nodded, catching her drift.

She left the room, and continued for the lounge. Spinx wanted to claim that dark corner again before anybody could get there first.  She spied the silver droid, and decided to make use of it for the first time, "Caf, please, easy on the cream, strong on the sugar."

Orsusk turned to the team as everyone grabbed their bags "Alright folks before we step off it seems only fitting that our 'leader' say a few encouraging words for us before we go off on this... 'mission' that we have in front of us. But before we do, I would just like to say a few words. First off, I've never met a more gloomy and glum group in my life. And second, I'd like to know if this robe makes me look fat... anyone come on i want the truth."

"Why wasn't I invited to the wedding?!? hahahahahaha" Orsusk laughed while Grov and Spinx sulked, "Is this the honeymoon? hahahaha"

Bjor smacked Orsusk in the back of the head to shut him up. The pilot looked back from the cockpit and laughed, "You guys better get moving or that agent is going to leave."

The group turned serious, it was time to start this mission, no matter what strange tactics they had to use... or who they were married to....

- Kaalar Hangar

Once the Nubian ship had landed and the ramp had been lowered, the mandalorian team, disguised as diplomats were suddenly all business.  Orsusk and Bjor had taken the task of carrying the "luggage", Mari took her place as a helpful handmaiden, Grov had casually wrapped his arm around Spinx' while she displayed her best "happy bride" smile.

As soon as senator Dik M'an set foot on the hangar floor, a man in flowing blue robes came rushing towards the small mandalorian group.  Orsusk and Bjor kept their calm, both resisted dropping the cases they were carrying to reach into their robes for the tiny hold-out blasters they both decided to hide.

The man suddenly stopped a few feet in front of them and bowed gracefully.  "Your elegance, I am Roleks Gold, representative of Kalderast and your guide for the length of your stay."

The team was somewhat taken aback by the greeting and before they could say anything, Roleks was patting Grov on the shoulder, kissing Spinx' hand in a welcome gesture, had his arm around Mari and had in fact thoroughly frisked them all discreetly.  Orsusk and Bjor almost protested but before they could do anything, Roleks had removed the tiny blasters from them and made them disappear into the folds of his flowing blue robes.  "I said no weapons, we will be going through a scanning check point" he whispered discreetly.

Everyone almost looked at each other simultaneously but instead just smiled diplomatically.  Roleks then turned toward Grov and loudly announced his welcome routine.  "Welcome to Kalderast, senator.  Please follow me and we shall endeavor to make your stay a very pleasant one."

They had made contact, and they all had questions about the mission.

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I'm so sorry guys, I've been away camping for a week, forgot to tell anyone. I'll try to catch up and post as soon as I can.