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Topic Started: Mar 25 2010, 12:18 PM (959 Views)
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Ky'rea
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Mar 25 2010, 12:18 PM
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Times were hard. Ky’ra rolled over, covering her face from the bright light that filtered through her window in radiant hues that each sang of morning. "Ugh... the day shouldn't start before noon," she said to herself. Of course, through the pillow and in her hungover state, it sounded more like: "Ugh, dargh shurhh, behrr noon." Rolling again so that her blanket was sealing any possible entertain for light into her safe haven, the Hapan was ready to again fall back to sleep. She had no desire to squander away money on breakfast. Chances were, it wouldn't help much anyways. Ready to fall back into the land of dreams, Ky’ra became aware of a painful fact. It was hot... grossly hot even. Finally planning to fake sleeping until her body cooperated with her wishes, the pilot lied still for nearly an hour.
De dum do! De dum do! de dum--
"Aright!" Ky’ra yelled, throwing the alarm across the room, "For frack's sake, I'm up." She untangled herself from the tangle of blankets and crawled to the edge of the bed. Closing her eyes, she sat up. The room began to spin in a most unpleasant way. Ky’ra made a silent prayer to the fates, bargaining never to drink again in this vile hangover began to ease. Unfortunately, the fates knew the young Hapen's true agenda just as well as she did.
Ky’ra pulled the ocean of hair back, weaving it into a simple braid. That way, she wouldn't have to brush it all out until later when she had time to clean up. She took a quick whiff of her clothing, still appearing clean enough to wear until she bothered getting properly ready. She shook her head, almost jerking back at the discovery. "Ughh... these smell like Dressellian beer." she cringed. It must have been quite the celebration the previous night indeed. She didn't even like Dressellian Beer.
If only her father could see her now. She shook her head, bowing her head. This had been the life she had always wanted, like the stories he had told of old, before he had laid any claim to fortune and good standing. Now, she understood that such stories had not seemed so grand or epic while he had lived them. In fact, the more she considered it, the more it seemed plausible that he had told her such stories to talk her out of actually trying to make such a life for herself.
Ky’ra stood up, rumaging through her bag for some suitable clothes, and putting them on quickly... well quickly for how hungover she felt. The hapan pulled on her boots, and stood up once more, finally ready to face the world outside. That had been her first mistake. If the sun had been bright within her room, it was ablaze outside. "Fraaaaaack," she whined softly, regretting her decision to leave the safety of her bed.
Lianna Metro was already bustling with life and commerce. Ky’ra stumbled down the street toward the pub. It was a sad destination, already smelling of sweat and alcohol. Wrinkling her nose at the smell, she took a seat at the bar.
"You're here early, today," the bartender commented, pulling out a bottle of whiskey--just in case, "the usual for ya then?"
Ky’ra shook her head, "No, just some wine right now... cheap wine, and news of anyone hiring this morning."
The bartender shook his head and laughed. "To business early... I must say Ky’ra, you impress me."
Ky’ra rested her head against the bar for a moment before lifting herself back up. The task looked about as laboring as it felt. In all honesty, it was far too early to be drinking, but the Hapan wasn't about to look like the night before phased her any. It was bad business to allow a hangover to affect your work, after all.
"Thanks," she said, taking a sip from the lead crystal wine glas
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Jasati Terros
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Mar 25 2010, 01:02 PM
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The Moon's End touched down gently on the landing pad and Jasati was out of the door before the ramp had even lowered all the way. But he could bolt off a sharp voice rang out.
“Jasati Terros get your organic behind back here!”
Luckily the landing pad was empty otherwise it would have been highly embarrasing to discover that the voice had come from a hovering droid. The silvery orb that floated down the ramp after him seemed to glare at him with its one glowing blue photoreceptor and it did a motion that could only be interpreted as a nod back towards the cargo hold.
“For one, I know you were not about to leave me with the ship. For two did you forget why we came? You are supposed to take that shipment to the pub on Lianna Metro. So come download me and let’s get going." Jasati grinned shook his head even as he made it back. Since he was sixteen and had ‘created’ Skate, the AI had never been far from his side and it didn’t look as if today was going to be any different. For all her knowledge and supposed maturity she still behaved like the five year old she really was at times. Going back on the ship he hooked the droid into the bracer on his left arm and let it dowloand into its home. From there he went back and hoiseted the crate of bottle onto the back of his hoverbike (Here). The engine purred to like and he took a second to put on his Prowler HUD, a set of glasses with numerous capabilities before gunning the engine and shooting down the ramp with a vengence. The wind blasted through his hair as he shot out of the spaceport and onto a main street into the city.
He pulled his bike bike to a stop around the side of his destination and took a look around. The street seemed to be doing a good bit of business and he was pleased to see several people going in and out of the pub. The ‘Barrels Bottom’ as it was known was the establishment owned by a man his family had made deliveries too for years. And like today not all of them were legal. But a job was a job in Jasati’s eyes and as he unloaded the crate from something In the Force, or the Cirrent as he liked to think of it thanks to his mothers teachings, tweaked the back of his mind. Something was going to happen. He tried to focus on the feeling but it was there and gone in an instant. Something was going to happen today, if only he knew what….
The crate wasn’t heavy and he easily manhandled it through the doors. The sesro built into them chimed as it scanned his weapon but he ignored it. Kigel looked up but smile when he saw who had decided to violate his pubs policy. “You know that scanner is there for a reason boy. Just like your father sometimes I swear.” “Yea yea and I hear you complain about it every time.”
Kigel came around the bar and landed a hand on his shoulder to steer him over to the edge. Jasati removed his glasses and hooked them on a pocket on his blast vest while he pushed a strand of his two-tone hair (baby blue and white) behind his ear. “Is this it?” “Yup. 15 bottles of Corellian Reserve. And don’t ask me how I got it off planet. Customs is really tarting to tighten up these days.” “That’s because people like you keep sneaking stuff past em.” He slid a small pouch over to Jasati who hefted it. Same amount as always but easy credits. Easier than some he had earned before. “Why don’t you stay for a while. As a matter of fact there’s somebody I want you to meet.: He pulled one of the bottle out and put the rest under the bar, it wouldn’t do to have black market good sitting out in plain sight. He motioned for him to take a seat next to the young lady with, if Jasati’s acute nose was correct, cheap wine in front of her. Kigel brought out two glasses and set them down pouring one for Jasati and one for himself. Jasati looked at the woman and smiled even though she couldn’t see it with her head down. “Make that three. I think the lady could use a real drink.”
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Ky'rea
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Mar 25 2010, 01:32 PM
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Ky'ra's head shot up at the sound of a free drink--a poor decision in hindsight. Her head was reeling. Her brain felt like a puddle about to drain through her nose and mouth. "Make mine a double, and I'll pay for an appetizer," she offered. The money she planned to spend on another drink could now pay for food. Her eyes twinkled toward the man. It didn't take a genius to realize what transaction had just taken place. This could be the start of a good day. Since hangovers were hardly an event, she could overlook the early morning.
She put on a smile as the bartender started pouring her drink before he had a chance to say no. "So do come this way often?" she asked, bringing the glass to her lips. By the time her glass returned to the countertop, more than half of the liquid was gone. It was strong, almost burning as it went down. It would be enough to take the sting off anyways... or so she assumed. At any rate, it couldn't be worse than it had been earlier.
She ran her fingers through her hair, no longer flinching at the effect it had on her head. The pounding eased. She looked up for a moment, taking this as a sign that fate wanted her to drink and be happy. There was no need to grow into a prude. Plus, she reasoned, no one could trust a sober privateer. She needed a little loosening up to pilot like the professional she was.
The bar tender brought a tray of fried meat and vegetable samplers over to the group. "Well, my dear, you brightened up... and here I thought you were taking it easy... Jas, this firecracker is Ky'ra. If I were ever to hire a pilot or a pirate in my life, it would be this girl."
The hapan spun her chair in his direction, stopping at about a 45 degree angle. "Privateer, but yeah. Ky'ra's the name," she laughed in a charming way, and extended her arm for a handshake.
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Jasati Terros
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Mar 25 2010, 01:55 PM
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Jasati smiled back showing off his over developed canines, something else he thanked his mothers side for as it gave him a more exotic look and took her hand. While he was shaking he took note of the slight calluses on the insde of her hand. The feel of them told him she spent way more time behind the control yolk of a ship than he ever would or wanted to for that matter. On short trips or if Skate was otherwise occupied he would fly but he prefered to leave it to others. His talents lay in other areas. He dropped her hand and raised his glass in a toast taking a deep swallow himself matching her and then another and downing the tumbler. “Corellian Reserve. Best cure for a hangover.” He tapped the bar and Kigel refilled his glass before moving down to other patrons. He had fufilled his part of the bargain.
Jasati had asked him when his father passed to begin couting for talent for the Alarin Family criminal organization. If she was as good a pilot as Kigel said then it might be worth it to see if she was everything he cracked her up to be.. He picked up his refilled glass and took another sip meeting her eyes over thhe top. “So are you really as good as he says you are? Cause if so I might have a few job connections you might enjoy.”
Suddenly the Current pricked his senses again. While he listened to her talk he let his senses spread through the current, following its flow and letting it show him what he willed. Suddenly a sound reached his ears. Like a buzzing….. it was speeder bikes, a little over a dozen of them. But what was riding them?
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Ky'rea
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Mar 25 2010, 02:32 PM
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"If it flies, I can pilot it. From smuggling vessels to government ships, I've bested them all." She replied, neutrally. She spoke like a pirate, relaxed and amazingly self assured. It was the truth...more or less. She may have been piloting under different crews when she did much of it, but where were they without her? Who else would find a way to attack a corvette with a freighter... crazy or brilliant, the judges weren't in yet. Sure it wasn't a head on fight, and far from fair, but it was the results she wanted. If anyone wanted honesty, they were looking in the wrong area. Child prodigy or not, the Hapan woman knew there was worse than she was used to. The bartender nodded in approval of her stories.
His handshake was firm and she met it in due. Her grin showed her teeth just a little bit. She found that it built trust in her clients. She withdrew her hand long enough to finish her drink--an impressive feat even for her.
The bartender laughed and shook his head. If the woman hadn't left such a generous tip the night before, he probably wouldn't be so charming. Plus, she brought a few rich clients through whenever she was on planet.
Ky'ra took a look toward the front windows and then back at the bartender. Her fingers traced the edge of her glass as she ate a bit of the snack in front of her, sliding a few credits across the table. It took a moment for the noise to register. She sat back in her chair, shaking her head for a moment. The young woman initially assumed it was still in her head as a side effect of the fun night before. As the noise grew louder, she slowly realize that was an actual noise. She looked around, finding a back door. There had to be at least ten speeder bikes. Her hand slid from the table to her side, just a hair's distance from her pistols.
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Jasati Terros
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Mar 25 2010, 02:56 PM
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Finally the noise registered to the other patron in the pub. And from the looks of terror and concern this wasn’t a first time incident. Jasati didn’t even need to read the current to tell this was the bad situation he had feared. But he just calmly continued with his drink. On the inside though his body had relaxed, the better to let the Current flow through him and give him strength. Mentally he checked himself over Ultrachrome bracers, check. Careful with the left one because Skate is fully downloaded in there. Magum slugthrower, check. But last resort cause there are to many civillians. Those things and his body were all the weaposnry he needed as he calmly awaited whatever had gotten everyone so shoof. The bikes came to a halt outside and the noise ceased. Then the sound of booted feet could be heard approaching.
CLUMP. CLUMP. CLUMP
And in walked a short bundle of fur with cosed bandoliers over his chest and a pair of pistols riding his hips. He was follwed by several more of his kind as the door alarm beeped a coninuous stream of warnings. The leader pulled one of his blasters and shot it exploding it in a shower of sparks and the sound of a dying speaker. The air stilled and the room visibly tensed as the thing holstered his pistol and stalked over to the bar. His compatriots came in as well taking up postions around their leader but spaced far enough away so as to not interfere with him.
When it got to the bar it had to climb up on the bar stool to look Kigel in the eye and the man glared at it. “I told you and your gang to stop coming around here Huppy.” The little being squeaked what sounded like a laugh and shoved his stubby finger into the man’s face. “We go where we want Kigel, and its payday. Time to give up you protection fee.” As the man stared at the little furball Jasati could hold it back no longer. He snorted right into his cup. All eyes turned to him as he cut loose with a full bellied laugh. “Ewoks Kigel?! You’re getting’ shook down by Ewoks?!” The laughter continued and Jasati noted several of the furry critters tensing at his amusement. The leader, Huppy, looked Jasati in the eye. “That’s right new comer. And you better remember that the Fuzzball Swoop Gang runs this town.”
Jasati stopped laughing abruptly but the smile never left his face. He felt the Force flowing through him and he opened himself up to it even more as he stood up. Then as if completely disregardin the Ewok in front of him he leaned backwards over his chair to whisper in Ky’ra’s ear. “If you can really fly and you want a job then here’s your chance. My hoverbike is parked outside to the left of the door. When you see the signal, you’ll recognize it. Break for the door and start it up I’ll cover your back and follow you out.” She would be no good to him if she balked at this little bit of danger and he was itching for a fight. He leaned forward again and kept going to bring his face inches from the Ewoks. “You and your buddies need to leave my friends bar, and don’t come back.” “Or else wh-“
The creature never got to finish his sentence. Jasati’s hand blurred as he used the Force to enhance the speed of his blood and harden his muscles. He had aimed the punch at the Ewoks temple, hitting him hard enough for him to fly off the stool with a cry and out of the window to the right of the door, right over the heads of two of his compatriots. As blasters were drawn he raised his hands fist balled. “That was the signal just in case you didn’t know!”
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Ky'rea
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Mar 28 2010, 03:14 AM
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"Somehow, I think you'd rather I didn't take your bike," She commented. The smile on her face faded slightly, not seeing any real distinguishing markers. Perhaps it was her lack of knowledge on the planet, but she had no memory of a bunch of little furry sentients with translators running the place.
To the average viewer, Ky'ra was watching, bored by the scene unfolding in the little pub; however the privateer was not so callous. She searched the pub for any recognition on people's faces. Reputations tended to work in two directions, and she couldn't afford to take any chances with rivals. She had few allies on the urban planet, and allies meant business.
Ky'ra Matadi looked toward the barkeep and spoke in a low tone, "I suppose you're not I suppose you're not leaving are ya?" Her eyes twinkled with sympathy. Anything she would fight for the death for was dead and gone.
The bartender shook his head slightly, still washing glasses behind the counter. If you kids are going to fight, I would suggest doing so outside my bar; I have a policy to charge for any damages.
Ky'ra laughed. She showed her teeth for a moment, looking for any sign of the gang's affiliation. She cared not for the local leader. She was looking for something bigger. None of the sentients in the bar had any hope of a true leadership positions so getting them out of here would be easy. "I expect any reward or bounty be dealt with after."
She sprung to her feet with feline grace. She twisted toward the door, her feet lightly touching the ground. There were eight of them between her and the building and at least another three outside. Getting them to follow her would be all too easy. On her way to the door, she knocked one of the fuzzy little creatures back, mumbling to herself something about how Ewoks should learn to stay out of real creatures' way. It was just audible enough to get the attention of the group as she was on her way out the door. If no distinguishing marks could get their attention, undoubtedly blind racism could. Her pace went from quick to a buoyant sprint as she passed the ewoks outside, hopping onto Jasati's speeder bike.
"Catch me if you can," she taunted, starting the craft and zipping away, nearly taking one of the creatures with on the front of her vehicle. Her hair spun around behind her in curls of cold in the wind, leaving a clear and visible trail for the furry little urban ewoks to follow. Her eyes sparkled and her smile returned as she saw a few of the critters scurrying to give chase.
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Jasati Terros
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Mar 28 2010, 04:32 AM
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When the woman sprinted outside the ewok she knocked down and his partner hoped up and scrambled after her. That couple with the three outside created a roar of speeder bike engines screaming off in pursuit. Five down, six to go he though as he raised his hands.
OOC: The ewoks are riding 74-Z speeder bike seen (Here). Your on a custom made Fenrir Hoverbike found (Here) Now you know what ever body's working with.
IC: Jasati took a step forward and multiple levels tracked him. The ewoks had spread around the room in pairs, moving like actual teams. Whoever had taught them that trick had had the right idea. When in a firefight having someone to cover your back was almost essential. But for what Jasati had in store it was a horrible set up. For them.
"Now are ya'll sure you don't wanna talk about this? You saw what happened to the last one."
The group of two were directly in front on him. There was a table behind them, luckily it was empty. One had a blaster rifle drawn and the other and a pistol in his furry little hand. The other two teams were on either side of them and further back, the one off to the left was nearly in the center of the room and they had blasters drawn. The last ones were near the wall. One of them had a pistol and the other had a small blade. The ewok had started talking but Jasati wasn't paying any attention to what he said. He let the energy of the current flow through him once more and the world seemed to slow down around him. The ewok stopped talking. His finger squeezed the trigger.
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Ky'rea
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Apr 3 2010, 01:01 AM
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The custom hoverbike purred softly beneath her like a big cat as it ascended into the busy street ways above. Ky'ra's goal: to put enough distance between this group and the as to not be overwhelmed and grossly outnumbered. It would be tragic to have any casualties... not that Ky'ra particularly cared; however that complicated things quite a bit.
She looked back to see five angry mobsters hot in pursuit. A good number... She grinned. This would have been an easier chase with goggles or a helmet. That would keep her in line.
Her fingers brushed over the handles, guiding the beautiful machine, rather than commanding it. As she shifted up another gear, the low purr became more audible. Her hair flew back behind her in a golden wave, acting as a beacon for the Ewoks. She kept her body low, woman and machine becoming one in the high speed dance. With a quick flick of her fingers, the bike veered suddenly left, just under a heavy stream of traffic. She had lucked out in maneuverability on the beautiful piece of equipment.
The first ewok tried the same thing; however his speederbike was not designed for this type of maneuvering. A low flying speeder, collided with the speederbike, sending the small assailant speeding toward the ground at dangerous speeds. That meant one down and four to go. Ky'ra was making progress.
ooc: eep sorry it's short.
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Apr 6 2010, 05:10 AM
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The first bolt came at him moved like a rock thrown into the water. And with Jasati so immersed in the Current he could see the ripples of its effect. The civillians finally breaking into panic, the other ewoks lining up shots of there own but hoping the first bolt would put him down, and the bartender behind him reaching under the bar to grab the blaster rifle secreted there. And because he could see these waves of influence, he could also see what was needed to affect them.
His right arm flashed up and he turned his body slightly in the same direction but maintained his forward momentum. This angled the ultrachrome bracer in such a way to deflect the bolt. But instead of shooting up and away it shot back over the firers right should singeing the hair there and impacted with the chest of one of the center ewoks. It went down with a cry as its partner raised its rifle.
Jasati reached the first shooter with a few quick steps and spun his body to put his back to the surprised ewoks outstretched arm. Then, looping his left arm around the ewoks he turned his whole body again and pointed both arm and the weapon it wielded at the ewoks partner. Just in time for him to fire.
Kigel's rifle cleared the bar right as the remaining ewok in the center took a bead on the back of Jasati's head. The man's reflexes were still better though and his first shot took the fuzzy being in the shoulder. His second one in the side of the head. "That'll teach ya!" he shouted.
The ewok in Jasati's grip pulled the trigger just as its weapon came in line with its friend. The blaster round took the ewoks partner in the lower stomach and it dropped to the ground with a moan, its weapon falling from its grasp. Meanwhile Jasati delivered a series of sharp elbows the the ewok he had in his grip. After the third blow to the side of the head the creature went down, unconscious and Jasati released him and turned while it fell to the ground. Now that just left the two at the back of the bar.
The table still separated him from his last two attackers and a flurry of shots came his way. His hands weaved in a pattern that sent rounds crashing into the ceiling and walls and away from civilians. He might be a criminal but he was only a killer when it was necessary. Finally he had an idea. Taking a short step and a jump he planted one foot on the edge of the table, and he leapt.
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