On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
The Crimson Ferrets, Pirates known around the world for their ability to find even the most rare of treasures to turn around for an immense profit. Their Captain, Marcus Gray, could rarely turn down the chance on any prize he heard of, but the Ferrets had yet to fail in obtaining the items they pursued...So on and on this pattern went without any sight of stopping....
The familiar chime was heard on the Captains personal computing terminal. A message from one of his shady contacts located in some backwater pub on some planet in the outer rim. Promising the catch of a lifetime after a journey of adventure and ultimate peril. The typical purple shimmer and a twinkle from one of his gold capped teeth signaled that the Crimson Ferrets Revenge had another journey on the horizon...one that would take them to the fringes of space.
On the Fringes of Space A Man Can lose His Soul...and what good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? And so the story begins....
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It was Auster Levant's first 'voyage' with the crew of the Crimson Ferret and, just as he had hoped, they were heading out into the vast expanses of space unknown! There were few men who had seen the edges of space, if they were, indeed, the edges at all – but if any band of men was going to see them, it would be the Ferrets. Where there was a pretty penny to be earned, the Captain and his motley crew would go. It was a work ethic that Auster couldn't helped but smile at; at least they were all honest.
At present, Auster was in the mess hall tinkering about with an odd little gadget he had found discarded in one of the ships corridors. He couldn't for the life of him work out what it was, and had been turning it over in his hands for the past five minutes, trying to spot the signs of familiar workmanship. He had discovered, soon after joining the Ferrets, that their travels lead them to many such items, things he had never seen before in his life. It was fascinating.
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Despite being a relatively new addition to the crew of the 'Crimson Ferret's Revenge', Curt was already tucked away in some obscure corner of the ship, fixing things that just didn't work quite the way they were supposed to. The entire vessel seemed to be held together by a combination of duct tape, rubber bands, bits of string, and a few dabs of adhesive, with circuits made from tin foil and panels constructed of bits of old furniture. An exaggeration perhaps, but it was a wonder the thing even flew, yet alone functioned well enough for use in piracy, whoever had made these repairs certainly didn't think like most mechanics. Nevertheless it worked, and most things would hold until Curt managed to get around to them, working through the entire ship, system by system.
Fixing things had been what Curt did for as long as he could remember, even as a child he'd always been drawn to the kinds of toys where you had to build things or put bits together, and living on a ship like this just made it his next project, it was inevitable. For the next few months Curt's leisure time would be filled with hours of reaching into cramped corners to rewire the navicomputer or upgrade the gas exchange on the turbo laser banks. By the time he was finished this old rust bucket would rival any Imperial class Star Destroyer in terms of response time and functionality.
Twisting around from where he was adjusting the deflector shield modulator circuits, the Firrerreo reached down to his belt for his Verpine Hydrospanner... only to find it was missing. Jerking upright in surprise Curt whacked his head against the bulkhead, letting out an exclamation of pain and irritation that echoed down the maintenance crawl space.
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One of the newer additions to the Crimson Ferrets crew, Recoil was still about shy around the other crew and so kept to himself. He had no doubt that he would come to trust them all in time, or trust them as much as possible, but for right now, the Zabrak didn't want too much attention. Maybe he could befriend a few members of the crew, begin talking to them and then working his way up. Leaping of his fighter, Iron Ferret #7, the young Iridonian began to walk the halls of the ship, still amazed by it.
Back on his own planet, everywhere he had gone, Recoil had been forced to hide his tattoo's and horns but here, nobody even gave him a second look. It was the happiest time of the horned humanoids life. Strolling down one certain hall, there was a lound noise of somebody swearing that seemed to come from the roof. No, it was a maintenance tunnel. Just below it lay a hydrospanner, so Recoil was guessing there was a mechanic in there. Twirling the spanner in his fingers, he looked up to the tunnel.
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Holding on to the rungs running down the side of the tunnel with one hand, Curt rubbed his bruised head with the other as he shifted around so that he could see where the mysterious voice had come from. Standing in the corridor below was a tattooed Iridonian, smiling up at Curt as he twirled the Firrerreo's hydrospanner in his hand, and as the mechanic searched for a name to put to the face he vaguely recalled seeing the man in the hangar earlier that day.
"Cheers," Curt thanked Recoil, reaching down for the hydrospanner before turning back to the circuitry he had been working on and soldering the final connections on the board together. Sealing the conduit with a tap of an adjacent control panel, the man returned his hydrospanner to its place on his belt, before dropping down from the tunnel to land with graceful ease on the floor in front of the Iridonian.
"Recoil right?" Curt enquired, wiping several beads of sweat from the gold skin of his forehead, before reaching out with a hand in greeting, his nictitating eyelids blinking a couple of times as they adjusted to the brighter lights of the corridor.
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Tossing the hydrospanner up to the technician, Recoil stood back, observing as he went to work at something in the maintenance tunnel. Quickly leaping back, the Zabrak dodged out of the way as the technician came flying down from up above. Taking a closer look, Recoil realised that the technician also wasn't human. Although, he passed off as one far more easily than Recoil who obviously wasn't. With gold skin and something weird about his eye's, Recoil had no idea what species he was, but took the outstretched hand all the same.
"Recoil right?"
The Zabrak didn't recall ever meeting the tech, he hadn't really met anybody on board the ship except Axl. He needed to get to know more of the crew, but seeing as he felt self-concious about humans, he would prefer a non-human. Whenever he was around humans, he always got the feeling they were staring at his horns, or laughing at his tattoo's, even if they were doing nothing of the kind. The paranoi of living around imperials for two decades had left an impression on the Zabrak.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Saw you in the hangar this morning taking a look at the TIEs," Curt brushed off dismissively, shaking Recoil firmly by the hand, "I knew there was an Iridonian on the IF and I make a point of learning everyone's names. We're bloody lucky to have a squadron of that calibre; those fighters are the most advanced pieces of kit on this entire ship."
Feeling the dry sensation in the back of his throat Curt smacked his lips thirstily, running his fingers through his short silver/blue hair as he did so, brushing aside a few stray strands of the two tone hair. "I'm headed to the mess hall, fancy a drink?"
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Bloody lucky....yes...."
Recoil felt he was lucky just to be here. Let alone having a TIE Defender assigned for him to fly. It was ironic that one who hated and feared Imperials so much would be flying one of the crafts designed by them. Although, the Iron Ferrets had a few more upgrades than your usual TIE.
The most advanced on the ship...thats not hard..." Recoil laughed as he looked at a few loose wires sticking from a wall, shooting sparks. The Revenge may be one of the most feared crafts, but it had seen better days. From the stories told about though, it had been through a hell of a lot.
"I'm headed to the mess hall, fancy a drink?"
Looking away from the wires, The Iridonian realised he hadn't eaten or had any drinks since waking a few hours ago. He had spent the time with the TIE's in the hangar.
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Apart from a few droids, of which two Gharill had already picked apart thinking they were demons from Korriban out to get his soul, noone really attended or cleaned up the mess hall. Dirty dishes were stashed everywhere, but nobody seemed to care. Not even Gharill did. Then again, he rarely did care for such trivial things.
Instead, seated in the corner with a smoke tucked safely into his mouth, he was working on a complex coctail. With a few vials, a few herbs and spices, as well as a miniature device for heating and chilling down substances, he was hard at work trying to figure out a way to grant extra strength to his latest concoction: LDS-2.
The light green substance sat in a vial infront of him as he was currently experimenting with different temperatures for the drink. Only when working on chemicals or mechanical things was Gharill really focused on something. Otherwise, he was rather paranoid, confused and rash.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Heh, yeah I'm working on that," Curt chuckled in response to Recoil's jibe, "gimme a few months and you won't recognise this place." Turning to the right, the man began to casually wander in the direction of the mess hall, relaxed times like this were a blessed oasis in the life of piracy.
"So I heard we were after some treasure or something," Curt mused idly as the pair headed down the corridor, turning to look at his new companion, "they tell you anything?"
The pair of peculiarly new pirates was joined in their jaunt down the corridor by the sound of rolling wheels and dedicated steps, like someone who knew that they had a job to do and that this job would send them straight into circumstances that would end with them either tied down to a bed in the infirmary, or laying in a nicely arranged pine pyre, or box, or whatever the crew preferred to do with corpses nowadays.
Inson Veritas, young and lovable bo'sun of the Crimson Ferrets Revenge was responding to a diagnostic alert from the kitchen that the bacteria floating around were approaching levels deadly for most known sapient life, so he figured, though no one seemed to die from such things, it would be best to clean the mess and get that incessant beeping to shut up.
"...There's always treasure, and there's always crazy circumstances to go along with getting said treasure. Don't worry though, we're smart; we usually get what we're supposedly looking for, but the best thing for now is that we really, you know, have no clue what's going on. Keeps us all from protesting the ridiculous circumstances and misadventures that the crew of the CFR are prone to." he smiled, and with a goofy grin, fastened a surgical mask over his face while he pushed his cart.
"I'm Inson Veritas, local bo'sun of this here ship, I do my best to make sure we all don't die of the dysentery or the consumption; I've not seen you mates before, who be ye?"
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Sitting in the kitchen, with a monstous hunk of meat on the bar next to him, Klassk was downing food like the stores were going to dissappear any minute. Spearing another piece of the unknown meat on one of his claws, the monstrous Trandoshan tore into it, ignoring the juice that squirted from it. Alema, the would be cook had offered to cook the meat but Klassk had refused, preffering it to be on the raw side. After a life of living off rats and the like, the hunks of meat were like heaven.
Speaking of rats... the lizard thought as he spotted a small sign of movement under the table. Closing his eyes for a second, waiting for the thermal pads in his eyebrows to fall across them, the reptile opened his eyes, coloured an eerie red now, and looked into the thermal spectrum of sight. Underneath the table was a small mouse. Hissing in pleasure, Klassk picked it up by the tail, before dropping it into his gaping maw below. With a clap and another hiss of laughter he went back to the mound of meat before him. Normally there were more people in the mess hall, but it was almost empty. Something was going on.
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(7/15/07 8:13 pm) Reply
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Saede's comm link chirped softly at her, and she lofted an eyebrow slightly as she looked down at the device on her belt- almost as though it had mildly offended her in some way. In truth, she often had that look when she was interupted in the middle of something. With a sigh, she clicked it open. Just the tag from Marcus was enough to get her moving.
A few minutes later she was peering around the open door to his berth, again, the eyebrow lofted in a perterbed expression.
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(7/15/07 10:38 pm) Reply
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Smoke curled up like a ghostly spectre, encircling the fearsome captain in a shroud of vapour. The only source of light in the entire room was the small holoscreen before which Marcus sat, intently nursing a cigar. It took a few moments for him to notice the presence of his first mate. Turning around, his blurred eyes finally screwed into focus.
"The rumor's already taken to the crew but me 'friend' Salias Heston just sent me a message. Apparently, though our hold be burstin' with swine, there be an old thing--out numbering some planets in age--that has just only surfaced for the likes of the rage-some to obtain." Marcus spoke, smoke pouring from his mouth, betraying his muted excitement, "I be havin' me reservations on sharing the details of said treasure but believe you me the necessity of taking her. She be a weapon in our pocket beyond imagining."
If only the legends were true! If only half, or even half of a half of them were true then still they would be on a quest beyond anyone's greatest imaginings. Something that can influence the very course of evolution in the galaxy.
"I want you to formally alert the crew to get to their posts. For the next 24 hours we're traveling through hyperspace to the outerim--and possibly beyond."
Suddenly, moving impossibly fast through the smoke-filled darkness, Marcus slid past Saede, who still stood in the doorway.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Curt Falnath," the Firrerreo replied with a smile, once again holding out his golden hand in a gesture of greeting, "mechanic, slicer, you need something fixed I'm your man. I just joined the crew a few days back... and there already seems to be plenty for me to do!" Trailing off with another low chuckle, Curt continued in a slightly more enquisitive, yet serious tone.
"Say, where're you headed with all that malarky? Looks dangerous, need a hand?" The 'malarky' in question was Inson's cart, which seemed to be marked 'bio hazard' in several places, and had a number of odd looking apendages protruding from it here and there.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Malarky? Where you be seein' such things as... Oh, yes, well...Quite right..."
The cabin boy suddenly became aware of his cart and how it had to look to other people. He had never given the thing much thought before, but he supposed that, if you weren't familiar with such things, that it would appear to be a rather odd little entity all in itself. In a strange twist of irony, many parts of the Crimson Ferret's Revenge had been so overtaken with bacteria and mold and the like that, beyond being sentient/sapient life-habitable, it just took poison to clear out whatever gunk was there.
Of course, the toxic chemicals Inson was forced to use were on the whole better than things like Chilandran Gut Mold or a 'magnum opus' of Kessellan energy spider eggs (he hoped no one asked him how those had gotten aboard, it was a long story that he really didn't know the end to), but still, he had put a few people in the infirmary because they had not been aware of the potency of his chemicals, living with former spice addicts was so fun in that regard. Still, after being reprimanded about playing with the druggies, Inson had become a lot more cautious.
"I be heading to the kitchen-slash-mess-hall with this 'malarky', as ye put it. The ship's biohazard sensor keeps ringing off the hook about something, so I figured it's about time someone got in th' nooks n' crannies of the place to investigate; there's just so much that needs to be, well, purified I guess be the right term, that its hard not to get some things to get out of hand..."
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(7/16/07 10:02 am) Reply
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Rok sat in his room...four cold steel walls only warmed by the few knicknacks and artifacts from Kashyyk. His hammock was attached to two of the bulkheads. Rok sat swinging in the middle of it. Trying to pass the time between raids.
A familiar set of steps could be heard outside his cell...Rok picked his head up long enough to see Saede walk by and give him that look...that the Captain had the thirst for adventure....Rok grinned wide and leapt out of his hammock and started throwing on his armor and weapons....Captain would want him topside in 15 for the staff briefing.
The hulk of a wookiee walked out onto the bridge....making his way to his seat he nodded to the rest of the staff that had assembled.
Edited by: Rok Wollahr at: 7/16/07 10:04 am
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(7/16/07 10:39 am) Reply
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If they weren't already a bright crimson, the dancer's eyes would have been blood-shot and bleary. Four years of her life had come to a screeching halt the day things had fallen apart with Andros, and Serrena knew she had only herself to blame. It had been over a month since that day, and in that time she'd poured so many drugs and so much alcohol into her system that she seriously wondered why she was still alive.
Today was no different - in a cocktail she'd learned from Gharill not long before, the young woman had dosed herself strongly in an effort to kill the pain that threatened to overwhelm her completely. Though somewhat clouded and a little dazed, she was lucid enough to function in her capacity as a crew member - which was a good thing, she noted, staring at her howling comlink.
Getting to her feet in a not-so-smooth movement, Serrena padded softly out to the bridge, dropping into a chair behind Rok and trying to stay hidden.
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(7/16/07 10:55 am) Reply
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Within the on-board cantina, Nathaniel and Devorah engaged in a heated game of pazaak to pass the time. They'd been bickering and accusing the other of cheating almost continuously as they played, so it was small wonder that they were nearly alone in the cantina.
"Nineteen... and I know you can't have a reversal card. You're going to go over twenty. It'll be my hand, sweetheart," Nathaniel quipped. "No cheating."
Like her or not, Nate was so engrossed in playing pazaak with Devorah that he wasn't even keeping track of the all-staff briefing that was supposed to be taking place soon.
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(7/16/07 11:11 am) Reply
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Devorah bit her lip and snarled in a less than attractive manner, his voice and tone getting on her nerves for the...well, she lost count after the fifth time he'd accused her of cheating. It was enough to make her wish she'd dare hit him with something harder than her fist. Like her chair.
Or even the table.
Gods above, he was traipsing across the last nerve she had control of. Maybe she could ask the wookiee to slap him.
"Fine. Take it...you obviously can't play if you can't win by cheating. I don't even know why I bother..." she muttered in Basic, before switching into Davish to curse at him fervently. Flinging what remained of her cards down on the table, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
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Curt was rather taken aback at news that the ships sensors were registering a biohazard in the mess hall of all places, food and deadly poisons were generally not a good mix. Then again whatever it was he could probably take it, his Ferrerreon metabolism being rather more robust than most, and whoever said pirates were clean? In any case the mechanic was probably more suited to helping with the cleanup than those who would be more susceptible to both the toxins themselves and the extreme cleaning products.
"I know what you mean about knooks and crannies, it's amazing what I've found on this ship in just a few days, the place is so big and there's just so much to do. We were making our way in that direction anyway, so if you need some help I'm here."
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Halik drifted through the Crimson Ferret. It was quite aimless the way moved. He had no goal, no target, he just drifted. It was hard for him not to try and pick the pockets of those he passed. He had lived off of it for so long it had become near second nature, it was why he was so good at it. Still, he had to resist. These were now his friends of sorts.
He noticed all sorts of movement. There was the group in the mess hall, then there was Nate and Devorah going at it again. He was particularly intrigued by those two. They acted as if they hated eachother yet whenever he saw one of them he was almost sure to see the other. He drifted over to them and and nodded. They were the two biggest names in the Iron Ferrets. And being a member of that group it left him inclined to socialize.
Putting on a grin he greated them with a few words, "Looks like you both are at it again. I hope I'm not interrupting anything too intimate. What with the way the Devorah is completely staring you down, I would think that she was ready to pounce on you."
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(7/16/07 2:47 pm) Reply
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Nathaniel looked away from Devorah's intense stare and at Halik's amused gaze instead. His crimson eyes narrowed.
"Yeah, pouncing me with a vibroblade quick to my throat, no doubt," he said to Halik with a sneer. "What's up, Halik? How's space treating you?"
Halik had been the first crew member that Nathaniel had ever welcomed into the fold. They'd had a bit of an adventure when they'd left Tatooine that time, being attacked by a large pirate group. Halik had been creative enough to find a way out of it that netted them the competition's ship besides their lives.
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(7/16/07 3:16 pm) Reply
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Devorah bit her lip and contained her renewed urge to hit someone with something very large. Nathaniel was on her last nerve - Halik traipsed merrily across it and infuriated her. That's it...I'm asking the wookiee to rip their arms off. @#%$ them both to hell...she thought to herself.
Raising a hand to her face, she pinched the bridge of her nose and breathed deeply. There was no use protesting further - no one believed her anyway. Hell, Serrena had already asked her flat out if she was sleeping with Nathaniel...which had made Devorah spit out the champagne she was drinking and drop the delicate crystal glass. The rumor-mill aboard the Revenge was apparently rife with sordid ideas.
Crossing her legs, she rested her elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm. Bright copper eyes flicked between the two of them though she remained silent for the moment. Biding her time.
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Lost, and at the end of dead end hallway, Kady scowled. She had pockets full of nuts and bolts, of washers and shiny bits of metal, none of which were of any use to here. She had the terrible compulsion to take something valuable that wasn’t hers- it was almost as if she felt naked without someone else’s possessions in her pockets.
Wiping the scowl off her face and assuming a more passive look, Kady mentally marked the hallway in her mind and continued back the way she came, trying to find something or someone else on the ship that wasn’t made of shiny bits of metal.
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Looking at the young boy, The Zabrak didn't know whether to laugh at his antics or to take him seriously that the Mess hall had a 'problem'.
Although, it had given off a variety of smells, Recoil figured he would be able to deal with it. Living in sewers for nearly twenty years gave you a slight resistance to smells and aromas. It also taught you not to inquire about the lumps on the ground and in the corner, especially if it was moving, something that had already proven its worth in his room.
The Iridonian didn't know what it was, but there was something in there, beneath all the trash and parts, something moved around. Another reason he didn't like spending in his room.
"I'm uhh Recoil Clarik...uhhh IF 7......"
The unease and paranoid feeling that the horned youth felt whenever he was around a human had just kicked in. Although, from the way Inson acted, he didn't care in the slightest that Recoil wasn't human, the Zabrak still felt uncomfortable.
Edited by: Recoil Clarik at: 7/16/07 3:54 pm
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