Episode 2: My Kind Of Party

[Azaria]

As Vice took care of Captain Needa, Azaria got back onto the phone with that oaf, Othar.

"Are you sure you can't find the other two? You're not seeing them on any of the internal cameras?"

"No, well," Othar's foppish voice boomed across the line, "that is to say, I don't see them directly, but I think I can see where they aren't, so to speak."

Azaria growled slightly lekku twitching with irritation, "you have three seconds to rephrase that into something intelligible, before I reach through his line and strangle you with it!"

"I don't quite think that is possible.." he began, before making a slight choking sound, coughing, and continuing. "well, um, now see here, there are sensors and cameras in all the corridors and spaces on the blueprints of the Night Witch... except now that I'm tapped in I can see a dark spot... a place not on the plans that has no sensors. And its along the path those two would have taken to get to the bridge."

Azaria was certainly listening now. "A hidden area in a secret starship? I'll bet whatever they've found is better than a liquor cabinet!"

She turned to Vice, "any ideas on how to contact them - we should't leave this bozo alone, and I don't want us to get separated."

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[T-Prime]

[BanksAT]

[Melissa Richards]

Stalker watched as the table hit the ship. It actually hit what appeared to be a large observation window. Shields in place had kept it from entering, and the floating table lightly bounced off. None of the valuables slid off though, held in place by an unseen force, the same that held the table,. However...Sayana knew she could not hold this for long, and it left her vulnerable to protect herself or others. Might as well complete the picture of an evil Sith that had gone over to the true dark side.

The former Padawan pulled both her light sabers and the laser swords sprang to life! Their glow filled the room, her eyes looking wicked and eerie as she stared past them, the two beams crossed. She glanced at Dexon..."Proceed further?" she suggested not having a clue what his next part of the plan was. It seemed as if he intended them to hijack the new imperial ship. Why else would he request the loot be sent there? Unless he'd included a bomb in with the valuables?

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[Sjet]

Dexon watched as the table soared eerily through the air, drifting first one way and then amazingly correcting its course mid flight. Mentally he'd know that Stalker was a Force sensitive, one of those kids the Jedi would have gotten around to training to a girl scout had there not been a recent genocide of religious fanatics. But to hear her mention the name of the Sith, as though bowing to proud parents in the crowd, just made Dexon feel...wrong. It wasn't that he believed in the hokey religion, but for the same reason you don't short change wait staff and avoid walking under ladders, its best not to tempt fate.

And then the table shattered against the raised force fields of the cruisers hull: plan meet new wrinkle.

"The sheilds we're meant to be up yet...okay so think Dexon, think man! Okay new idea! Stalker, if we all leapt out the window into the zero gee of the ship yard, how hard would it be to propel up towards the Night Witch like the table? I hasten to add at less speed so we don't shatter like it?" he said, pointing out of the window towards the command citadel of the Night Witch and the two spherical shield projectors sat atop it "In fact how hard would to be to get us right on top of those snow balls?"

TAG-Stalker.

"We'll if its that hard we can always stun Tav and just haul her along like a suit case." the con man quipped as a loud thumping noise began to arise from the sealed doors to the ball room "In fact if you're able to do it throw us all out of that window NOW!"

TAG-Tav and Stalker, out the window we go to join the others on the Night Witch.

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Needa waited all of four seconds before he spoke in a hurried, nasal voice.

"The Night Witch is the prototype ship of the fleet, and was out fitted with a secured research lab for its chief architect: A Myrst floater that calls itself 'The Professor'. Its a shared conciousness being so there are about a hundred of the floating gas bags around the fleet preparing the other ships of the flotilla." Needa took in a breath "If you have allies on board then they must be there around. And if they've not been found on the camera's they must be in the air vents. And I can only think of a few places they could be going: main engineering, axillary bridge or perhaps fire control if they wanted to cause damage."

It was as though, for a moment, Needa became a vessel for the Force: the subtle tone of his voice promoting one option over the others. Needa didn't recognise the hand of fate working through him, because deep down all he could do was taste Twi'lek on his lips. Faintly spicy, if a touch exotic, but as a staunch Imperial man his brain was hard-wired to find it disgusting.

TAG-Vice, Azaria

OOC-Hey folks, I'm sort of back. As Stu said, and as some of you might be experiencing, I'm partaking in NaNoWriMo this year and I'm just 5000 words shy of my goal. I also work retail but hey, I get tea breaks and free wifi at work so I can bang together some posts there. We're going to try and wrap this plot up ASAP and move onto something a bit more exciting, with plenty of violence and skulduggery to go around. Both myself and Azaria are looking forward to writing the misadventures of this group of rogues well into the new year and beyond.

Hey, who knows: the amount of Star Wars movies Disney wants to throw out into the world maybe they'll make one about us? I wonder if I can get Jason Statham to play me in the movie...

[Amanda Rose]

Dexon watched as the table soared eerily through the air, drifting first one way and then amazingly correcting its course mid flight. Mentally he'd know that Stalker was a Force sensitive, one of those kids the Jedi would have gotten around to training to a girl scout had there not been a recent genocide of religious fanatics. But to hear her mention the name of the Sith, as though bowing to proud parents in the crowd, just made Dexon feel...wrong. It wasn't that he believed in the hokey religion, but for the same reason you don't short change wait staff and avoid walking under ladders, its best not to tempt fate.

And then the table shattered against the raised force fields of the cruisers hull: plan meet new wrinkle.

"The sheilds we're meant to be up yet...okay so think Dexon, think man! Okay new idea! Stalker, if we all leapt out the window into the zero gee of the ship yard, how hard would it be to propel up towards the Night Witch like the table? I hasten to add at less speed so we don't shatter like it?" he said, pointing out of the window towards the command citadel of the Night Witch and the two spherical shield projectors sat atop it "In fact how hard would to be to get us right on top of those snow balls?"

TAG-Stalker.

"We'll if its that hard we can always stun Tav and just haul her along like a suit case." the con man quipped as a loud thumping noise began to arise from the sealed doors to the ball room "In fact if you're able to do it throw us all out of that window NOW!"

Tav shot back, "I can be quite compliant and flexible when the needs require."

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Needa waited all of four seconds before he spoke in a hurried, nasal voice.

"The Night Witch is the prototype ship of the fleet, and was out fitted with a secured research lab for its chief architect: A Myrst floater that calls itself 'The Professor'. Its a shared conciousness being so there are about a hundred of the floating gas bags around the fleet preparing the other ships of the flotilla." Needa took in a breath "If you have allies on board then they must be there around. And if they've not been found on the camera's they must be in the air vents. And I can only think of a few places they could be going: main engineering, axillary bridge or perhaps fire control if they wanted to cause damage."

It was as though, for a moment, Needa became a vessel for the Force: the subtle tone of his voice promoting one option over the others. Needa didn't recognise the hand of fate working through him, because deep down all he could do was taste Twi'lek on his lips. Faintly spicy, if a touch exotic, but as a staunch Imperial man his brain was hard-wired to find it disgusting.

TAG-Vice, Azaria

OOC-Hey folks, I'm sort of back. As Stu said, and as some of you might be experiencing, I'm partaking in NaNoWriMo this year and I'm just 5000 words shy of my goal. I also work retail but hey, I get tea breaks and free wifi at work so I can bang together some posts there. We're going to try and wrap this plot up ASAP and move onto something a bit more exciting, with plenty of violence and skulduggery to go around. Both myself and Azaria are looking forward to writing the misadventures of this group of rogues well into the new year and beyond.

Hey, who knows: the amount of Star Wars movies Disney wants to throw out into the world maybe they'll make one about us? I wonder if I can get Jason Statham to play me in the movie...

[Melissa Richards]

[Sjet]

This is a bad idea.
This is a bad idea!
THIS IS A BAD IDEA!!

In his head he knew the idea was sound, after all if the…well she was on the side of the angels so that probably didn’t make her Sith, but Maker knows she wasn’t no Jedi. And calling her a Jedi of the Grey made Dexon imagine Stalker in a grey cloak with a beard: something of a disturbing image. Actually what was disturbing was feeling The Force moving him about, like a little tug of gravity here and there to keep him on course.

It felt wrong in the right sort of way, and that was as close to sense as they were likely to get.

The three living star fighters made the flight from ball room to ship command tower in goodly time, and just like it had been advertised the braking was not at all like he had wanted. Unfortunately that made it as good as he had expected. The Interdictor cruiser’s shields were raised, surrounding the massive ship in a field of energy fit to repel capitol ship class turbo laser shots. What it felt like when the trio hit the field was hot ice: it tingled and warmed the skin, but it was utterly frictionless. Almost instantly they began to slide off the top of the cruisers hull, with Dexon’s arms failing about in a made grab to hold onto anything he could. One such thing he grabbed was Tav’s left most lekku.

The other thing he grabbed, more by accident than design, was the ships ‘sweet spot’.

All shields had them, usually in a inaccessible place or somewhere it was next to impossible to get a shot into: a point where the shield flowed up and out of the ship. For most Imperial starships this spot was right between the spherical shield projector rays mounted on top of their bridge towers: and right now it was the only thing stopping Dexon was flying off into the wide open arena of the dry dock.

Holding onto Tav by one of her bright blue brain tails, and trusting Stalker to make her own arrangements, Dexon pulled himself through the buzzing hole in the top of the shield. It was a tight fit, and his shoulders tingled with static energy as he finally wriggled through and brought Tav floating in after him. It was at this point the artificial gravity field of the Night Witch kicked in, turning down into a fact instead of a theory, and the two fell the half dozen meters to the ships hull beneath them,

“See?” Dexon asked in a breathless heap “Perfect escape plan.”

TAG-Tav, Stalker.

Caleb Dexon
CO
7th Allied Spec Ops Group

[Amanda Rose]

[KendleRJ]

"I've had a bad-d-d feeling about this since they nabbed me s-s-sneaking out of that 'secret' installation." He made a spastic motion with his hand, the actually meaning of which was was lost in the erratic twitching, "Getting hard to t-t-tell one feeling of impending doom from another."

Jarion wasn't happy about the small passage. His preferred method of sneakery involved strolling casually down the main thoroughfares, but the options were currently few and far between.

He waved arm in a mockery of chivalry.

"Ladies first."

A smart assed reply hovered on her lips, but she figured that if they made it through all of this, she'd have quite a lot of opportunities to be inspiringly sarcastic. "Thanks." That probably said more about how Boomer was feeling about this situation more than anything.

The Auxillary Bridge shouldn't be too far... and their being at the wrong place at entirely the right time had nothing to do with anything else, did it? Except that their very lives and the success of their plan (no matter how far-fetched or impossible) quite possibly hinged on their actions (or inaction). Or else she was feeling a little too self-important or maybe... just maybe... a part of the team.

She found herself concerned with Harvey in the back, and the rest of them... even the annoying arrogance of the Bothan and the self-professed hero. Hell, they might be the only ones to make it out of this little escapade alive. Or... she could be wrong. The latter possibility would more than work for her, despite the consequences of having to admit such a thing. Hell, they could even quote her... well, maybe not. No need to get overly crazy. Or perhaps it was more than just crazy enough... borderline creativity... with a touch of conflagration.

'Boomer,' she said to herself with a touch of reprimand to her internal tone. 'You're getting way too ahead of yourself...'

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