Malchik Posted April 5, 2004 Share Posted April 5, 2004 Kell points back towards the sleeping quarters. "They are all the same and there's no privacy here." He goes back to his magazine. "And so we wait!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emry Posted April 5, 2004 Share Posted April 5, 2004 Anya shrugs. "That doesn't bother me." She wanders back to the bunks, curls up on one and is soon fast asleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I Am That Is Matthias Posted April 6, 2004 Share Posted April 6, 2004 OOC: Sorry bout not posting can we plz just assume that I did everything quietly or something like that? If it'll screw anything up just tell me and I can leave Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thanateros Posted April 7, 2004 Share Posted April 7, 2004 OOC: Would we have maps of the area where we are going to land? If so... IC: DeSuto searches over his data pad and studies the area where the team will be landing. He tries to record the areas that he thinks will have the most people (uh, search/computer use?). Also he tries to determine where the indigenous population to Imperial ratio would be greatest such that their presence would go unnoticed due to scattered patrols. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peregrine Posted April 14, 2004 Author Share Posted April 14, 2004 <ooc: sorry, it seems I've been having too few hours in the day recently. I'll try to be a bit better about updating this> To All Characters: The trip passes without incident, and right on schedule you exit hyperspace in the Habassa system. In front of you is the system's single inhabited planet and its two moons. The blue and white orb seems oddly peaceful for what you are heading into. Only the white dagger shape of an Imperial Star Destroyer in high orbit betrays the conflict in the system. As you approach, more details become visible. A small repair dock and several weapon platforms orbit the planet, and you can just barely see the reflection of sunlight off clouds of tiny objects that can only be one thing: a heavy minefield. Below you, continents and cities begin to appear as distinct objects. Your course is aimed at the largest continent, approximately a tenth of the planet's surface. A dense layer of clouds covers your apparent destination. A few minuites later, you break through the last cloud layers and into clear air. Below and behind you, an ocean stretches out to the horizon. In front of you is a point of land sticking out from the massive mountains behind it. As you get closer, individual buildings can be seen covering the steep cliffs of the land. You catch a brief glimpse of massive white towers as you fly over, and then you are over an open plain and turning in to line up with your assigned docking bay. And then the outside world is blocked by the walls of the docking bay as you land. A slight bump and sudden absence of engine noise tells you that you are now on the ground. To Kell: Everything goes as expected on the trip in. Your ID codes are accepted without any unusual interest, and you are assigned a safe approach path. You have no trouble flying the simple course, and not even the strong winds near the surface disrupt your flight. On landing, a message appears on your screen giving you a list of docking fees and optional services. Fuel, food, minor maintenence. extra security, the usual options you would expect from a decent sized spaceport. To DeSuto: Your search finds no real useful informtaion. The intelligence data you were given does not contain enough specific details, especially since it is too far out of date to be trusted. The navigation database entry is even less helpful, only general information on services, fees, and trade routes is included. To get the information you need, you will most likely have to wait until you can get access to local sources. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted April 14, 2004 Share Posted April 14, 2004 Kell completes the necessary formalities ensuring the ship will be held ready for a rapid departure. "Okay everyone. You never know whether anything is safe here that isn't rivetted down. Get everything you need together as we probably wont be back for a while. Anyone wanting to leave instructions letters and so on in the event of disaster I'll put them in a locked desk that should is as secure as anything." He glances at them. "We don't have a plan as yet. Perhaps we'd better get a meal somewhere - for show if you're not hungry - and decide what we are going to do. And as of now let us be sure we can recognise each other - uniforms disguise too much. No helmets except in conflict, agreed?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thanateros Posted April 14, 2004 Share Posted April 14, 2004 He regards Kell with an expression as though he committed some unrepentable crime, "Sorry comrade, my helmet has to stay on my head. It's how we Ubese present ourselves. I wouldn't expect you to know that, though." He clambers the contents of his pack, which he laid out for inventory, back into it. Locking the Lavnarok launcher from accidentally discharging he also secures the safety on his rifle. "I suppose we should keep our weapons close if we aren't coming back here for some time," he offers to the group. "My primary prerogative at this point is to make sure that the credits were delivered to my account, and hopefully find some updated maps of the region as these are completely useless. For a rebellion with such potent technology I would expect nav charts to be the least difficult to attain," he removes the data card from the holopad and snaps it in half with one hand. "Food sounds ample, those rations are going to disrupt my bowel movement for the next decade," he smiles under the guise of his helmet, "Lets mosey." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stampede Posted April 15, 2004 Share Posted April 15, 2004 Ishtah conducts some last minute equipment checks and prepares to file out with the others, rifle slung across his back and vibro axe tucked under his left arm. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emry Posted April 16, 2004 Share Posted April 16, 2004 Anya wakes up when she hears the rest of the crew getting ready to leave. Taking one last glance at her gear's preparedness, she walks out to the main cabin area just in time to hear Kell's comment regarding no helmets. A quick thought of being recognized and the deathmark flashes through her mind, but she estimates that the odds of being recognized this far from home are minimal. Taking a deep breath, she address the group. "I agree that we should start blending with the local populus and begin to gather intel. The best place to do that would be the spaceport's hostel. It acts as a crossroads and we should be able to get a wide variety of information from the locals. And a real meal is better than rations any day." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thanateros Posted April 16, 2004 Share Posted April 16, 2004 "Don't go shooting your mouth off at anyone. You wouldn't want to bring the weight of the Imp's down on us would you?" he interjects. "You all can mess around with space junkies, I'll start looking for signs of rebellion factions, which will likely found in the less than welcoming areas. That's where I'm headed." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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