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(7/16/07 4:01 pm) Reply
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
"Aye Captain," she turned slightly, letting him pass. Though her face was the usual calm, self assurance it always was, Saede's mind was racing.
Marcus almost never kept their destination and their purpose from her. Even in the times of utmost secrecy from the rest of the crew, the First Mate always knew what was to happen, what the plan was, even if she didn't always know the why of it.... or what had possesed the Captain to think this was a good idea.
She had a bad feeling about this.
A short time later Saede's voice came over the ship's comm system, brought to every corner of the ship.
"All hands to stations. Repeat. All hands to stations. We will be entering hyperspace momentarily. Senior crew members to the bridge.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Heureka!" Gharill exclaimed just as the exact temperature was reached. He had been struggling with this for the better part of the day now. Now that it was finally finished, he couldn't wait to try it out - or to give it to a test subject.
Just then, the voice over system for the entire ship switched on, sending the sound of First Mate Taggart throughout the vessel. Gharill almost, but quite, payed attention to what she said, being far too exhilirated about his latest creation. Definetly a concoction to rival yesterdays.
After the ambigious and mysterious message, ordering all crewmembers to take to their posts for an un-announced trip into cyberspace, the mess hall fell silent. Many looked at each other in confusion. This was a time to act!
"Who wants to try it!" Gharill shouted and held up the needle with the light green substance in it, his eyes unable to tear away from the beautfy of it. A millisecond passed. And then two milliseconds. "Too late!" he announced and quickly indulged himself with the needle.
Edited by: Gharill Yven at: 7/16/07 4:19 pm
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"All hands to stations. Repeat. All hands to stations. We will be entering hyperspace momentarily. Senior crew members to the bridge."
Alema tossed a towel onto the countertop and wiped her hands on her pants. Turning to Klassk she told him, "Well, that's me. Kind of. I need to run off for a bit. Feel free to stay here and finish eating, but try not to eat anything moving. If it's moving and still in this kitchen, I'm probably saving it for something."
She left the kitchen at a slow jog, passing Gharill and his brilliant achievement without a second glance. What he did to himself was his business, and he seemed happy enough with the choice. Getting caught up in it wouldn't do her any good. Alema stopped mid-step when she crossed paths with Inson, Recoil, and Curt.
"Oh! Inson. Thank the Maker I caught you. I'm headed to the bridge but if you end up in the kitchen... Klassk's busy in there. He's new on the ship and I don't think he'll give you any problems. Just..." Alema paused, recalling the slab of dripping raw meat Klassk had been tearing into when she left. "Don't touch his food. I'll clean it up later."
With a brief wave to Inson and the other two she'd never met, the blue Twi'lek was off again. What is going on? she wondered. Hopefully I'll get some more information once we're all together.
Finding her seat on the bridge unoccupied and lonely without her, Alema took her seat and turned to face her captain, waiting for an explanation.
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(7/16/07 10:07 pm) Reply
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"All hands to stations. Repeat. All hands to stations. We will be entering hyperspace momentarily. Senior crew members to the bridge."
Nathaniel was'nt exactly sure if he counted as "senior crew." Time-wise, no, but he was the leader of the Iron Ferrets. So... he decided on the fly to use the announcement as an "out" given the tension between he and Devorah, and the suggestions Halik was making.
"Guess that's me. You two behave while I'm gone," he said flippantly. "Be ready at the hangar bay just in case something's going down..."
And with that, the half-Chiss teenager was on hsi way up to th bridge. Nathaniel took routes that Andros had taught him once, that allowed him to move through the ship without being slowed down by other crew memers, droids or the random junk that lined the corridors of the Revenge. He appeared on the bridge in record time then, leaning against the bulkhead out of the way.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
Inson shook his head at the newcomer; he liked his exploratory spirit and willingness to help, but Inson was sure that the Cap'n would be mighty sore if anything happened to the lot of any other crew member besides Inson, dealing with strange poodoo was, in fact, his business.
"Nah, don't worry; I'll be fine. I've dealt with worse myself, I can take care of it. As for you there, my pointy-headed friend...IF 7, you say? I think I'm IF...12 or something. Look, all I know is I get one o' them special TIEs, even though mine's now special in more ways than one, ever since that venture into the Abregado system...Ah, but that's another story for another day..."
And of course, a new chapter in today's story came with the announcement of 'all hands' and the blue blur of a Twi'lek running down the halls and talking to Inson, so flustered that he could barely make out what she was saying; luckily, Inson was a fast talker.
"What, 'lemur? Don'ttouchthefood?? Areyoucrazy,thatcouldbekillingusall, I've never... Oh, oh!"
He flashed his com link as she almost disappeared.
"BESURETOBUGTHEBRIDGEFORME,I WANNA HEA- Aww, nuts."
He turned and contined down the hall towards the kitchen.
"Well, you guys go on, the announcement did say 'all hands'; my station's in the kitchen, you know, fighting off biohazards and the like. Yo ho, me hearties!"
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
Nodding his head to Alema as she ran out, Klassk continued to eat the hunk of meat she had given him. Since he had pledged his life to the Twi'lek, everything had looked up. No longer did he have to eat rancid scraps, he didn't have to use rusty old weapons, and he finally got a chance to do some real hunting.
Looking to the meat, the Trandoshan sniffed it, trying to discover what it actually was. Alema had just given it to him, probably to stop him eating the rats. For some odd reason, she seemed to dislike the fact he did that. He thought that it was doing her a favour, rats spread disease.
Growing tired of the continual yells from Gharill, the reptile turned around and let out a threatening hiss to the nutcase, fully aware that it would do nothing to stop him shouting. But it made Klassk feel better. Looking around, he sniffed the air of the kitchen, searching for something to add to the meat. Another type of meat would have been good.
Leaving a good few kilograms of food still at the table, he strolled into the kitched, ducking to avoid all the types of pans and such that were kept around. Stretching back up as he passed a higher area, he found himself staring straight into the eyes of some sort of rat.
But unlike the one he had devoured seconds ago, this one was the size of his head. Licking his lips, an internal war waged within his brain on whether to eat it or not. Alema had said not to eat anything that moved, but the rat looked delicious. Finally, the Trandoshans face brightened as he came to a solution. Impaling the rat on one claw, he carried its corpse over to his meat.
"Not moving anymore...hssshssshsshss" he chuckled before tossing it into his mouth and crunching it up. Just as he did, another group of people walked into the Mess hall.
Edited by: Klassk Verkrusk at: 7/16/07 10:52 pm
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(7/16/07 11:10 pm) Reply
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"All hands to stations. Repeat. All hands to stations. We will be entering hyperspace momentarily. Senior crew members to the bridge."
Sleep, and the -wonderous- dream he was having about no less than five of the CFR's crew members of the female persuasion, swiftly fled the Dxun-born Mando'ad as the amplified voice bleated into the ship's intercom.
"..Mmuuhh....Osik..what's the ori'shabla deal? Can't a body get -any- good sleep around this madhouse?? Just when Serrena and Ava were about to...mmmaauugh. Osik!!"
The large man made has way to the meeting of the senior crewmates, leaving a wake of crewmen shoved out of his way as he stalked through the halls. His rumbling accent could be heard as soon as he entered the presence of the rest of the senior crewmates, uttering an impossibly long string of curses, obviously bitter that his dream ended just as Alema came into the bedroom and started to take off her-..
His grey gaze blinked as he realized he was staring at Alema in the middle of his momentary daydream. He shook it off and sat down in his chair, shirtless as he could only seem to be bothered to put on his pants and boots before coming to the briefing.
His eyes danced about the room to take stock of the the persons in attendance. He paused when he glanced over Serrena's form, seeming to try to hide in the wookie's shadow. He could tell from -there- that she was in bad shape. Most predators that hunt herding prey can, at a glance, tell the weak, sick, and injured prey from the rest. Savin had leaned -much- from living his life on the bestial world of Dxun. He made a point to ask her if there was anything he could do to help. For now, he allowed his attention to remain squarely on the tall red-head as he did everything in his power -not- to mentally undress her....
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
Halik chuckled, before he could even reply to Nate there was an order sent out. He nodded to Nate as he left and looked to Devorah, smiled, nodded and took his own leave. His trip would take him to the hanger, the same place that Devorah would also be heading if she listened to Nate. And even if she did not listen to Nate, it was only logical that she go there.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"All hands to stations. Repeat. All hands to stations. We will be entering hyperspace momentarily. Senior crew members to the bridge."
Auster looked up, the puzzle of the gadget forgotten for the time being as he tucked the little trinket away into his pocket. Getting to his feet, he decided to look for some of the other junior crew-members, on account of his lack of a proper station to go to. His ambling brought him to Curt Falnath, a fellow mechanic, who looked about as confused as Auster felt.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
The lizardmans hissing made Gharill increasingly suspicious that the green reptile was infact one of those blasted demons, escaped from the demon-academy on Korriban. The lizardman may not know it, but Gharill was onto him and would expose him when he got the chance.
But now, to his station. He lit another smoke as he got up, grabbing a few of the cocktails and sliding them into his brown leather belt. You never know if you'd need it. On his way out of the messhall, he passed by the group of wrench-holders who seemed to be idling (or perhaps plotting to destroy the universe).
"What are you standing around for! There's gears to turn and pills to take." he assured them and dashed up against the wall for no particular reason whatsoever. Looking down the hallway, he pondered a bit. If he should trust his memory, which he never did, this should be the way to the engine room. Thus he decided to find out if his memory was wrong or right and began his trek down the dark hallway.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Aaah," Curt exclaimed with interest as he heard both his companions explain that they too were 'Iron Ferrets'. "I'm IF 6, 'Stormchaser' when we're on duty, I look forward to flying with you both."
As the announcement sounded over the intercom, Curt found himself wondering where exactly his station was... engineering he supposed. He was about to excuse himself and head off down there when barrelling out of the mess hall came Alema, streaking past them in a blue blur. The dialog that passed between the Twi'lek and the bosun was almost to fast to follow, but the Firrerreo caught the points of note.
"See you round Inson," Curt called to the man as he wandered off into the kitchen, only to find another member of the crew heading towards him from inside. This man Curt knew, Auster Levant a fellow mechanic and IF had joined at much the same time as Curt, and they'd already flown one mission together.
"Hey Auster, I was just going to head down to engineering, seems like the best place for us to go. You coming?"
It was at this point that Gharill, the CFR's only other mechanic strolled out of the mess, off his face as usual, and Curt raised an eyebrow at his antics. "I don't know where he's headed but the engine room's that way," the Firrerreo laughed to Auster and Recoil, nodding his head in the direction of the opposite corridor. "Let's go man," he told his fellow mechanic, starting down the corridor before turning back to the Iridonian and calling a farewell.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"See you round Recoil!"
"Oh...umm...yeah...bye..."
Watching as Curt walked away, Recoil noticed, almost with a tinge of sadness at the way the two mechanics were able to talk. Laughing and joking, it was obvious the two were friends. It baffled the Zabrak that Curt, who was a Firrerreo, could talk to Auster who was a full human in such a way. The whole thing just confused Recoil, and he knew fully well that he was envious of there ability to converse in such a way.
"Ah, great, now what do I do...."
Curt and Auster were both technicians, Inson had a clear job to do, but Recoil didn't really have a position, besides Iron Ferret. He could join Inson in the kitchen, but then he would be hit with uncomfortable and awkwardness he felt with humans. He could find Axl, but he was probably on the bridge or somewhere like that as he was part of the senior crew. This would probably have been an ideal time to talk to Nathaniel about the problem they both shared about not being exactly thrilled about being non-humans, but he was surely at the bridge, finding out what was going on. The zabraks only real position was a pilot, so he figured that the hangar was maybe where he was supposed to be. Keeping silent, the horned creature slouched back to the hangar to where his ship lay.
Edited by: Recoil Clarik at: 7/17/07 6:06 pm
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(7/17/07 7:19 pm) Reply
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
Axl was in the Ferrets gym, it looked like it hadn't been used in ages. If it had a bar the place would be jumping, but it was just Axl.
Despite his solid build Axl prefered to train for muscle speed. His hand eye was second to none and was often the difference between life and death in a dogfight.
Axl hadn't yet finished his workout when the call to stations came through. He put down the weights and made his way for the docking bay to check on his designated defender, adventure was ahead and Crash was a happy man.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
Kady ended up finding two men with purposeful looks on their faces and following them down a corridor that she’d not seen before. They seemed to be headed towards the growling inner parts of the ship.
‘Oh, the engines…they must be mechanics’ she thought, trying to catch up to them. “Umn, excuse me,” she called, “Are you missing any of these?” She held up her handful of parts. If they needed them, she might give them back.
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(7/18/07 9:13 am) Reply
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
Saede felt the ship shudder as they made the jump to hyperspace. She stood silently on the bridge for a long moment, Marcus nowhere in sight. He'd likely taken a detour and would be here shortly... but for now, the crew was gathering, and Saede would debrief them as best she could without all of the information.
Stang.
With a slight sigh, she rolled her shoulders, trying to ease the tension. She was oddly formal as she turned to the crew gathering, standing at an almost military attention, hands clapsed behind her back. Hazel eyes flickered about those she already had here....
In truth, she seemed tense because she *was* tense. She fell back on a higher level of formality when she was unsure of what was happening. There was no way she would let the crew know how unsure of this whole mission she was. The reason Marcus had brought her onboard in the very begining was because he knew he needed someone he could trust, someone who would back him up.... and Saede was all of that and more.
"We are headed to the outter rim," she finally spoke, in turn looking each of the gathered pirates in the eye. "Captain Grey has word of plunder, perhaps our riches strike ever. For now, know that more details will be forthcoming. The Captain is even now doing the leg work we need to be certain of the location of our prize and what may stand in our way. We will have that intel long before we exit hyperspace...."
If it wouldn't given her away, Saede would have crossed her fingers or knocked on the plastiwood.
"Nathaniel, ready your team, have the mechanics check and double check all of the fighters. I want every last one in good condition," she paused when she saw the look on his face. "Scratch that. I want every one in *flyable* condition..." she said with a slight grin... though that quickly faded. Stang Marcus... where was he?
"Rok, gather the landing party. Distribute weapons, check gear, and prep gear packs for primary non combatants, just in case. Serrena, go with Rok, help any of the greenhorns."
"Alema, I need you to keep a monitor on the airwaves. We may be waiting on more intel while the Captain is busy, and he or myself should be the first to know about it."
"Savin, meet me in the cargo bay of the Mongoose in twenty minutes."
She paused again, looking them all over. Then with a single curt nod, she continued. "Unless there are any questions gentlemen and ladies... you have your orders."
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(7/18/07 9:35 am) Reply
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
This generation of Iron Ferrets took pride in the TIE Defenders. They'd started thinking of themselves as the best squadron in the galaxy. Whether they truly were or not, Nate had no idea, but he didn't disavow them of that sentiment. After all, the Iron Ferrets had done spectacularly thus far. His lips twitched at Saede's orders then, knowing that the Defenders were in better shape than the Revenge itself!
"Aye aye," he said softly.
So, we're not sure where we're headed, we don't know where Marcus Gray is... but we're to be ready for anything... ahh, a typical day in the pirate's life, he thought sardonically.
Shoving away gracefully from the bulkhead, Nate crossed the room to his sister who was adeptly hiding behind her "big brother," Rok. He murmured to her in Cheunh, resting a hand on her shoulder, before heading down to the Iron Ferrets hangar bay to relay what little of the "solid" orders they had.
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