[ Closed ] The Red Helm (Page 6 of 8)

Kyr'am finished his checks and with the engines warmed up and ready to go, he walked back to the shuttle's small living area and cargo hold where Canderous was checking over the supplies.  Kyr'am always found it amusing to see the large and imposing battle droid performing mundane tasks as securing cargo.  Completed with its checks, the droid turned to him.
     "All set here, master.  Can we FINALLY leave?"  Kyr'am laughed before sitting down on a crate of blaster packs.  "Soon, Canderous, soon.  Once we get confirmation from our comrades that they're ready to go, we'll leave."

Mattias walked out of the tavern into the city, looking at all the people in full body armor.
"I love the Mandalorians. They appreciate almost everything." Mattias said, heading for the docking bays.
He climbed into ship and put his goods in the cargo storage, then turned and sat in the pilot's seat.
"Ahh....Good to be back." Mattias sighed, flipping on the engine startup sequence.
Avenger's engines rumbled to life, and the ship slowly rose into the air.
"What's that? Damn. Haven't seen one of those in ages." Mattias gazed from the sky at the ARC 170 starfighter a few bays down. "I wonder how much they'll sell it for? No. Shutup. You already have two of them." He said to himself.
Mattias punched the throttle and left the atmosphere into space.
He set the coordanents for Brozyna and engaged the hyperdrive. "Brozyna....Here I come." The Avenger abruptly dissapeared into hyperspace.

Frankly, I'm a bit lost too. 

Here is how I see it:

Nora, Saviin, and Evaar are all sitting on Nora's ship waiting for a response to the messages Saviin sent to Kyr'am and Anbu stating that they are ready to leave as soon as Anbu's party arrives at the Nineveh (Nora's ship).  Then they will all leave for the Katarn, Kyr'am will rendevous with them there.  Once on the Katarn, they will dock their ships, then travel on the Katarn to Brozyna and begin the search for the helmet. 

Now, If anyone wants to bail from the story now might be the time to do it.  Also, if anyone want's to join in, they might want to find a reason to be on the Katarn when we arrive.  Villimar is no longer in the story.  So Atinvod, we can find a way to get your character in on a more active basis.  PM me and we'll figure out something. 

We have to get this story moving, its stalled again.  If I don't get a response in the next couple days, I'll just move it along as I see fit.  (Not being mean.)  Otherwise its just going to linger and become stagnant. 

Oh, and Goran's players are out of town and will be back next week.

(Am waiting on Brassk's descision.)
Anbu messaged the doc. Getting no answer he left a message to make the arrangements. doc calling back ten minutes later to tell Anbu to head for the dock. Motoko, Warren, and him would be meeting him there. Brassk(insert his answer here.) would (be or not be) joining them. Seemed he'd cleared everything already. But that had yet to be seen.

Nora had finished all the standard pre-flight checks, and was now sitting in the pilot’s seat punching figures into a datapad. 

Saviin strode into the cockpit and leaned one elbow on the main consol, peering out of the viewport.  “Somebody ought to tell them the bus is leaving...” the tall woman said as she scanned the area for signs of their passengers. 

“They’ll be here...” Nora said flatly.  “They paid enough for the ride, they won’t want to miss it.”

“We only have eight hours....” Saviin reminded her cousin.

“Plenty of time...”

Evaar came crowding in with Edee at her heels.  “I made the forward cargo hold suitable for guests...” she informed her mother, “They can sit on the stock crates I brought from the market.  And I even put some juice rations and water in there for them....in case they get thirsty...”

The huntress arched a brow at the girl, “They didn’t pay for refreshments...those are our rations.”

“Oh....I’ll just leave the water then...” 

Nora looked as if she were about to protest but Saviin stepped in, “That’s fine....let ‘em drink all the water they want...” she grinned at Evaar, “Then we’ll charge ‘em a credit each time they have to use the fresher...”  The lavender haired woman winked, “Just kidding.  Go on, get the juice out of there....leave the water.”

((Just babbling until Anbu and party arrive.  Getting antsy to leave...))

((Anyone who needs assistance joining or getting back into the story, PM me and I'll help you out    ))

The boarding ramp lowered with Saviin standing just at the top, helmet on and blaster in hand.  “All aboard!” she called, almost jovially.  “Good thing you’re here.....Roan’s wanting to leave...” 

Evaar appeared in the entrance, minus her helm.  “If you’ll all follow me, I’ll show you where you’ll be spending your time as we travel...” 

Saviin’s helm turned to stare at Evaar, “Regular stewardess, aren’t we?” she snipped, as if to tell the girl to knock off the flight attendant act. 

Evaar made a face, but kept her mouth shut.  She waved the passengers on, “This way,” she directed, her voice now lacking any pleasantry. 

(We gotta get moving, Kyr’am is already in rout to the Katarn, and others might possibly be waiting to join us there.  I plan on making the flight itself short and sweet.  Why are we waiting four hours before leaving?)

Name:  Earon Sho’senaar
Age: 17
Species: Human Female
Home: Gargon/Mandalore
Armour:  Sea foam Green w/ black trim
Description: 5’10, olive skin, dark green eyes, bright pink pixie hair
Weapons: Weapons: dual-wielding vibroswords, Westar-M5 blaster rifle

Background:
Living on Gargon for anyone is hard, let alone an orphaned child who doesn’t speak the language or know the culture. She only knew her father for a brief time and he wasn’t even Mandalorian; he was killed by a gang member for his jacket. She was taken by a “flitter”, a Mandalorian who doesn’t stay planet-side any longer than he/she has to. Impressed with her story and surviving alone and unallied, the Mandalorian warrior, Dom Sho’senaar—a personal warrior of Jango Fett’s Cuy’vul Dar.

Earon peered past the grating and at the group inside the ship. She winced as the thin grating groaned under her weight, but no one below seemed to hear it. She shifted her weight and the next thing she knew, she looking up at mixed faces of surprise and anger.
“Uh, I, uh,” Smooth, genius. Think of something to say before they end this quick, “I know what you guys are after, some helmet, right? I heard you guys in the bar; weren’t keepin’ it much a hush-hush thing, were ya?  Yeah, uh, I can get you in that place, and I’m a heck of a pilot, I can shoot, and I can fix stuff real good.” Earon winced inwardly at her Gargon-grammar; hoping that women wouldn’t kill her.

Anbu could barely understand what the deal was with this helmet. Black Sun didn't want it, how it could be so important if it failed to catch the attentions of a crime syndicate. Of course they had no idea what they were going after, The Good Doctor and Motoko still feverishly trying to break the digital combination in a fairly massive portion of his time. A ship's hyperdrive wouldn't be too available this trip.
Even then, this newcomer was the crew's issue. Brassk's appearance made the space on this cruiser slim. Not his problem. Age does that to a being.
"Dres, as cute as this vagrant is. I'd appreciate if you at least pretended to be on guard."
Anbu raised the sleeve covering his gauntlet slightly. Just owning a long sleeve shirt was humorous though, mutilating clothing to make it fit usually left out sleeves. Thank the sands for tailoring.
Brassk would hopefully do something along the same lines. At least put a ready hand on guard.

Dres dropped himself to the floor of the cargo hold, propping his back up against a crate. Popping the headphones in, starting a track he'd gotten last night. Maybe he'd fall asleep.
Warren might spread himself out over two crates, after breaking away from the atmosphere was the guess.
Motoko inspected the hold with a quick glance. Finding a place fit for two. That data card still a problem.
The doc had changed to his most oddly shaped lenses. At least one of them could see into-for humans anyway-invisible light spectrums, not the ones he was using but at least a pair could. Dres suspected he cheated at cards.
He watched the man play.
The ship shifted, gas expanded. Engines nearly ready to blast. What a nice place for a vacation. Just lovely.

"Hi," she greeted the other woman, Nora. "I'm Earon. Gargon-origin." Earon thought about sticking her hand out in greeting, but left her gauntleted hands hanging at her side.

Nora was busy at the controls, navigating the Nineveh out of the dock.  “You stated that you can gain access to the vault on Brozyna.  Explain.”  The huntress paused as the ship accelerated, rose from the city, and shot into the sky.  “If I like your answer you might find a place in this mission.  If not....you’ll be taking a walk out the air lock...” 

One could almost see the wicked grin spreading across Saviin’s face beneath her helm.  Escorting unwanted passengers to the ship’s airlock was one of her favorite activities.

Meanwhile in the cargo hold...

Evaar pointed out the water available the passengers and the location of the refreshers.  “If you need anything use the ship’s internal comm system,” she thumbed towards a panel on the wall near the doorway.  A security clearance on the unit would prevent their eavesdropping, and Nora’s neural links would alert her if they tried anything clever...

Saviin’s voice came over the comm system.  “Thought you’d end up eating our dust, old man...”  From the sound of it, she was speaking through the vocorder in her helm, which probably meant that she was on a closed channel, unheard by the huntress.  “Nora’s busy with an unexpected guest...  If I’m lucky I’ll get to take out the trash.  Keep an eye on our airlock...”