Mandalorian Rebellion 2 (Didn't know what to call it) (Page 3 of 4)

((Well, I've just kind of died her on the boards; didn't I?))

Devon had checked and rechecked their course and she couldn't find a faster route to the Folly. She was pleased with herself; she'd cut down on their trip by three days. Glancing around, she realized that Lukian had wandered off. Checking her wristchrono she realized that it was an hour past Lukian's bedtime.
Leaving her seat, knowing that there wasn't really anything she could do while in hyperspace, she went to go find Lukian. She stopped outside the bunkroom and felt her heart melt. Lukian had curled up asleep on Devon'd bunk, mouth slilghtly parted, blanket around her feet. Devon kissed her fingers and touched them to Lukian's forehead and pulled the blanket back around her.
Closing the door behind her, Dev realized she was hungry. Finding her way back into the main room she asked, "Who's hungry and what do you want to eat?"

"What about you two? Red? Hobbe?" Dev asked from the kitchen. She glanced down at her pitiful sandwich, wrapped it in tinfoil, and put in the fridge. Rumaging around, she found a deep skillet, "I went to the store before we left, so, I promise all the food is fresh."
She was going to make herself some stir-fry. Beef if they had it; chiken if they didn't. She found some beef and pulled out the cutting board and began to slice it into thin pieces and had also found a bell pepper. She didn't have any wine; but, Dev didn't care. She didn't like the taste of alcohol anyway. Maybe for a base she'd make some ramen.
"Well?" she re-asked them.

Dev nodded and handed him the knife. Though she'd never let it show, it was funny to see the strong, silent type Red was stumbling around like he was drunk. Hobbe was rooting through another datapad; Dev wondered if he'd ever come out of his shell for anything. He didn't seem to want to join in the simple things; Dev would leave him be. She knew what it was like to just to be left alone.
    The shrimp that she'd bought at the local market smelled really good to her empty stomach. Dev reached up into the cabinet and found the small package of ramen, putting a small pot on to boil, she began to slice the peppers into thin strips.
     "How much longer will we be in hyperspace, Devon?"
     "Just another day and maybe a night; if I can just get a little more juice out of this baby.... but, I'm pushing her enough as it is. The Hoth asteriod system is a ways of and I don't want to push the coolant system anymore; hyperdrive has been sounding a little off, too..." her voice trailed off as she realized that Hobbe was laughing.
     "You sound just like a Corellian, Dev," he chuckled.
     "Yeah, well, this ship's been through thick and thin with me and... it's more of a home than anything's ever been. She's family... I'm doing it again, aren't I?" she asked, laughing at herself.
      Dev knew that they needed this; a little joking before they had to buckle down and get serious.

En picked the eye up, popping the patch up and almost literally tossing it into the socket. The crossed wires resetting themselves, the nanos he'd paid the little extra for fixing the problem little by little. So it could at least repair itself, enough he wouldn't have to go in for repairs at the end of this hopefully.
"Any reason why your eye is already focusing, I didn't mess around with it that much?"
"Well Hobbe, I just don't know." Red started laughing, throwing the user manual into his hands.
Ten minutes later they kind of sat down to eat. Resting their haunches on the floor. Hobbe completely absorbed in the manual, Dev slightly preoccupied with pouring her meal. En leaned back, biting off half of one of the eggs. Rubbing his good eye with his left hand.

En cleaned up as well, opening a bottle of Dainoga tea he'd brought along with him. Pouring a glass and resting the bottle next to his things. He spent the next few hours playing around inside the ship's hardrive. Running a diagnostic, reading the system logs. Empty nothings, he longed for an interesting sleep cycle for once. Regular humanoids slept too much, especially humans. He'd finished off the bottle twenty minutes before, slightly energized by the narcotic rush.
"I bet you wish you could sleep."
Devon stood behind him, he barely heard her walk in.
"Your using too much water, you should at least cut back by two gallons. Energy output is lacking. And the turret needs to be calibrated, maybe the main targeting system as well."
"When'd you learn how to use computers? I knew you had a lot of spare time at night but...?"
En cleared out of the program, turning around and standing up. Pouring a glass of water for himself and her.
"No idea."
He took it all down in one gulp. Walking over to his things and pulling a curved metal plate from the pile. A Krayt Dragon's tooth drawn on the left side in blood red, the cutting edge pointed down. Another fang drawn on the side in Ice blue, cutting edge pointed up.
Dropping a datacard into a slot on the side, all the information he'd ever gathered on the location.
"I painted it last night. Not as bad as the Mando helmet and provides about as much protection."
The environmental mask. He couldn't wait to try it out, watching as the time clicked down on the navicomp. Just a little longer till they arrived.

Cander Sat in his soft chair in front of his veiw screen waiting for his target to arrive. all of the messages that he had intercepted had let him to this point, his bounty would come to him. he had been living in an underground safe house on the planet tatooine and was now about to collect his bounty and go back to his nice home on coresaunt.

4 hours later a transmission was receved. Cander was awoken by the sound of foot steps above him. he ran to his armour locker and pulled out his suit. it wa black, with a golden trim and his helmet hat a t-shaped visor. he grabbed his EE-3 Assault rifle and his Sniper Rifle. He ran tcross the walk way and to the back exit. he hopped on the elevator and waited. with blaster drawn he reched the surface, a sand stor had started why'll he was suitin up, perfect.

The rodian and his body gaurds came trudging through the sand, all of them were armed to the teeth with weaponry, litteraly, they were trandosian and they looked mean. Cander dove to the sand. It was getting dark and that was perfect foer cander. He turnned on his heat cesors so he could find them. the rodian had set up camp for the night and his gaurds were on, well, gaurd duty. Cander pulled his sniper rifle out and took aim on the first gaurd. the first gaurd moved to the other side of the camp, perfect. Cander fired one silent shot killing the gaurd instantly. that left just one more then the prie was his. he fired. bulls eye. he killed the second gaurd. the rodian awoke frome the sound of pain. he turned around looking for the assassin. Cander took aim and fired. killing the rodian and buying his tickrt home, finally.

(It's been a while, where are we anyway?)

((But thanks to me, this rp is now allive and well))

(Whatever Works)
En walked out himself, going the opposite direction. Towards the main engineer's office-it was more of a cubicle but pointing that out wasn't going to get him anywhere- knocking once or twice on the door before it slid open. The old moustacheod(pardon the spelling) figure resting his head on an arm while sitting in a leather bound chair. A recently clean envirosuit sitting inside a glass case behind him.
"Ship that just came in right? We'll have supplies and fuel within the next twenty four hours. Sign here and you'll be on your way."
En signed the small scrap of paper. Resting the normal credit amount along with it, as it was left on the table. Stepping out of the 'office' and into the streets. Mandalorian armor-well, without the helmet- drawing a few faces, others trying to ignore it. Few people trying to be interested. He looked at passing signs; smoking was illegal, fire arms were illegal, anything and everything that could possible pop a hole in the structure out of the question. Well, he kept a knife and a slug thrower hidden in two seperate pockets.
It seemed he'd have to use the special shells. Of course he'd eventually of used them anyway.
"You there! Get back to the dock immediantly!"
En turned around to face the station authority. Casually walking along in front of the man, he stepped into the screening room.
"Place any arms and ammunition on the table here."
En placed the slug thrower on the table along with the special shells.
"What are these?"
The authority picked up the shell and let them fall noisily to the table out of his hand.
"Oh, you'd be surprised."
The door burst open, broken off it's placement. An exosuit standing in front of the door, bursting it's hulking body inside.
Grabbing the frame of the fallen door with its multi segmented arms and crushing it outwards. Crunching it's way in.
En grabbed the slug thrower and slid the shells inside. Blasting three at the exo. They burst apart, coloring the exo's scanning eye in three different colors.
"They're just...paint shells?"
"Well, I said you'd be surprised."
The back of the suit burst open, a man crawling out knife in his hand. Rushing towards En, who grabbed him thusly and threw him forward. Mando had to know a little hand to hand after all. Sending him into a wall and out of the way. En grabbed the knife and the rest of the shells. Walking out of the disheveled room and towards the city.
(I based this scene off of an episode of Outlaw Star. If you haven't seen the show it's worth a watch.)

Name: Karul Toura
Race: Bothan
Appearance: Black fur with a scar going down his right eye, his right eye is mechanical. Some of his fur has turned grey form old age. His armor is
History: One of the oldest living Madalorians of his time, he lost his right eye to a battle with a Tusken.
Wepon of Choice: Single shot rifle is plain mandalorian but his helment is jackle like to fit over his face.
Second wepon: Vibro knife

(Cander is a mandolorian human)
Cander heard the sound of blaster fire close by. he ran to his armory and grabbed a blaster carbine. then ran to the nerest window. what he saw blew his mind. floating out side of his window was a women in mando armor, it was red with a black trim and three huge claw marks running down her helmet. she said nothing. all she did was throw me a holo disk, then boosted down to her speeder without even a name. Intreged, Cander placed the holo disk in the display screen. Within two seconds a picture of a strange planet was hovering in an asteroid field. A ship came into orbit, followed by two sith war ships. The ships fought but the smaller ship was to fast it laned on the planet. the sith war ships tryed to follow, but something stopped them. then the planet disapeared. then the woman apeared again. "canderouse caldera, you are of mandolorian heratage and are he by ordered to hunt dow and destroy the sith war ships that you saw. do this, then await further instructions."
the message ended.
This was his chance, a chance for a new life.

(...it's quiet...)