[ Closed ] The Red Helm (Page 5 of 8)

((Nice pics.  I have a few pics I've used as references for some of my characters myself, but some won't appear in this rpg and the rest you haven't met yet.))

Mattias walked around Keldabe looking for anything he thought would look good in his collection, searching the very few weaponsmiths' inventories for something he desired.
He purchased a wrist-gauntlet and some chest armor to bring back to his penthouse collection.
After walking around a bit more, he went into the "Drunken Strill" a local tavern.
Mattias walked in, everyone looked before going back to their drinks.
"Ale" Mattias ordered his drink.

"Ugly " Jim Goran nodded to his current comrades, "Right, got to inform the missus that I won't be home for supper." He grinned and cut a slab of his steak off with a knife and offered it to the strill, "Cos' yer so pretty, just like me." He gave a smile that was all teeth.

"Sundown then, verda." And with that the big man took what was left of the hunk of meat in hand and tore into it as he strolled for the door. An inventory of necessary tools and weapons going through his head.

((I'm okay with skipping ahead till sundown.  Just to make sure though, everyone's got their own ship to the Katarn, right?))

“You didn’t tell me you were expecting someone!” Saviin barked at her cousin as they sorted their gear inside the modified VT-49 Decimator. 

Nora shrugged, “They didn’t ask to speak to you.  It doesn’t concern you as of now...”

Saviin’s violet eyes narrowed sharply, “Oh right, but if you need back up you’ll expect me right on your heels won’t you?”

“Yes.”

The taller woman made a face and resumed shoving items in to her pack. 

Nora glanced out the Nineveh’s viewport, “Evaar ought to be arriving soon...” she thought aloud.

“Mmmmm...” Saviin responded absently as she turned a thermal detonator in one hand, admiring it’s quality.  “Gotta love Kahu...  He always saves the best for his most loyal customer....” 

The huntress snorted, “Is that what you two are calling it these days?”

Saviin gave Nora haughty glare.  “I resent that....” she said indignantly, “You know Kahu and I go way back....”  She tossed the detonator into the air, spun around, and caught it with her opposite hand behind her back. 

Nora shot her a warning look. 

Just then a beeping sound indicated a stranger approaching the Nineveh. 

“I believe our guest has arrived....” the huntress stated flatly.

(Cue Anbu!  )

Kyr'am approached his 170, it's drives thrumming with barely restrained power.  Sitting next to the fighter was a relatively unassuming shuttle, which Kyr'am knew was far from the truth.  Standing at the ramp to the shuttle was Canderous, his refurbished Super Battle Droid, and Tracyn, now clad in flight suit, helmet in hand. 
      "Tracyn, go ahead and take the 170 and leave now, I'll take Canderous and meet you on board the Katarn."  Tracyn nodded and trotted off to the 170 as Kyr'am started up the ramp to start his preflight checks, Canderous following obediently.

Also, Kyr'am please empty your inbox.  I am trying to answer your PM but it says your box is full. 

Saviin leaned over the control panel to look out of the viewport.  “What in the world is that?” she asked upon seeing Anbu approach. 

Nora shrugged, “Lets see what the scanners make of him...”

There was a brief pause as the stranger was scanned and cross checked with the ship’s databanks. 

“Black Sun...” Nora said, referring to the final readout.  “Fun thing to have come up on a background check...”

Saviin crinkled her nose, “Siannic.....ever seen one before?” 

“Apparently there’s a specimen standing outside...”  She put her helm over her head and checked her blaster.  “Come on....we don’t have all evening...”

The boarding ramp lowered with a hiss and Nora appeared at the top, her taller cousin just behind her.  Both armored women strode down the ramp, but stopped at it’s edge. 

“State your purpose...” Nora said in the flat monotone that was her usual business chatter.

{{I didn’t know there was going to be this arranged meeting between Nora and Anbu until you posted it in the game.  And as we didn’t have them discuss the nature of the meeting, I didn’t know to have Nora already aware of it’s purpose.  Also this is all still going on during the same day (afternoon/evening).  So they would have had to arranged this meeting sometime before Nora and her party left the Tavern earlier in the afternoon.  Sorry....*frets*.....I’m just going along with it best I can.  }}

“My ship is not customarily a shuttle...” the huntress advised.  “I am assuming you want transport to the same vessel we are going to.  If that is the case, I’ll have to get clearance for you and your party.”

Saviin remained silent behind Nora, her helm continuing to scan the Siannic, registering visuals and other pertinent data that she would later transfer to the Nineveh’s databanks as an update.  To a hunter....and a Mando....even the most minute details were valuable.

{{  Sorry...    I've been RPing for over 5 yrs and I've always done it this way.  I've seen it done your way, but honestly not often.  We're just approaching it from different angles, that's all.  It's okay - we'll get it all sorted out.    No stress...  I'll post tomorrow, I gotta hit the hay...  }}

Saviin turned on her heel and strode back into the Nineveh, by unheard command via the internal helm comlink she had between herself and Nora.  The huntress had ordered her to contact Kyr’am and advise him of the current situation. 

“Saviin to Kyr’am...individual named Anbu Dres is requesting transport to the Katarn for himself and party, totaling approximately five in number.  Requesting clearance.  Will await your response.  Out.”  The tall woman leaned rather casually against the control panel in the cockpit as she patiently waited for Kyr’am’s answer. 

Meanwhile, Nora remained standing at the edge of the boarding ramp.  “We await clearance for your transport,” she informed Anbu.  The huntress’ dark visor seemed to be staring lifelessly at the Siannic as she stood waiting, blaster rifle in hand.  “What is the purpose of your visit to the Katarn?” she asked, “I always make a point to know the nature of what I am transporting...”

Kyr'am sighed and paused in his engine startup checklist as he thought about the request from Saviin.  He was glad Tracyn had already left, or she would have been a handful, moreso when she would have heard his decision. 

"Kyr'am to Saviin:  Go ahead and let them board.  But give them a warning that if they misbehave at all, they might be taking a walk out an airlock without a suit."