Hmm, wonder if I can buy one and pretend it's for the kids
Name: Clive Maverick
Faction: The Claws
Appearance: On the taller side of average, lean but muscular with blonde shoulder length hair generally tied back into a ponytail. He carries a number of concealed weapons; displaying an old blaster on his hip to lull any potential enemies into thinking they’ll have the upper hand.
The ship’s alarms were wailing like a newborn. “Oh shut that noise up already!” Maverick snapped as the Twi’lek pilot’s finger raced across the controls. “Have you identified which Korsair ship has attacked us?”
The alarms dropped to an annoying buzz. Shaylon glanced at Maverick over her lekku as she continued working, her green skin was taking on a sickly orange hew from the emergency lighting. “No idea but no doubt they’ll hail us soon.”
Maverick slouched back in his chair, “If they don’t blow us up first.” With a heavy booted foot he swung the chair around to face the cockpit exit. “Do what you can. I’m going to go play with our new friends.”
He staggered to the aft turret bay where Nell and Dess were arguing as usual.
“You do know we’re under attack?”
The Devorian twins stared at each other dumbly for a moment. “Nah boss, when’d that happen?” Dess sniffed.
Nell slapped Dess up the back of his horned head, “Does it matter? We get to shoot the new disruptor cannons.”
Maverick gave a lopsided smirk, “Now there’s a good idea. Shove to it.”
The Devorians thundered off to the other bays and Maverick was warming up the system when Shaylon’s nasal voice sounded over the com, “I’ve managed to reroute some power to the sub-lights but as soon as I fire up they’ll be on us again.”
Maverick thumbed the modified disruptor cannon to life, technically the cannons were too large for a ship their size but Nell was one heck of an engineer. A powerful thrum sounded as the cannon charged. As soon as the green light pinged Maverick opened fire; a cascade of blaster beams tore through the blackness of space and hit their mark, “Frag, they’ve got heavy shielding,” Maverick muttered into his headset.
Nell and Dess’ cannons echoed Mavericks and shields quivered in response. Nell laughed, “Hit ‘em again and they’ll be down.”
**I'm up for a revival...**
Naya had never been to Mandalore but the place lived up to the image she'd expected. The spaceport was immaculately clean, with huge windows which displayed the elegant skyscrapers outside.
A hand grabbed Naya's elbow, turning her around. "Do you like what you see?" Cheln asked.
Naya was unsure if Cheln's question held a double meaning, "It's certainly an imposingly impressive place."
Her answer seemed to satisfy Cheln, "Yes it is. It's pleasant to be home." He turned and looked at Naya sharply, "However we have business that must be addresses very soon."
Cheln's communicator suddenly buzzed and he released his hold on Naya's elbow. He walked a short distance from her but she still caught enough of his side of the conversation to know that something was up.
"...yes I know I need to see the boss ASAP, however I thought I'd have some time to actually get to Teramine Tower," was the sentence that caught Naya's attention.
**sorry bub just woke up, will write more soon...**
Re: Concord Dawn Wants YOU To Be A Journeyman Protector! (11 replies, posted in Role Playing)
As Rogan drew closer he realized he was not dealing with hooligans but a ragtag bunch of pirates. "You have got to be fraggin' kidding me!"
Two blue twi'leks were the closest of the bunch of mongrels trying to actually steal his herd. Rogan had always been a great shot, at one point he'd even considered trying out as a sniper but his bad business decision had put paid to that idea.
Again he pulled the dewback to a stop and took a moment to line up the shot. The speeder bike was moving fast but it was tracking in a straight line. Rogan fired and scored a shot to the twi'lek on the left, he tumbled off the speeder bike while the other cast a brief glance at him.
Rogan didn't have time to line up the second twi'lek. The speeder bike was far too close and Rogan realized how exposed and alone he was. Cletus was taking pot shots at the human riders but only managed to hit one of them.
"Damn it," Rogan cursed as he pulled out his blaster pistol and began firing rapidly at the second twi'lek.
I'm currently enjoying The Blacklist and Agents of Shield.
I love the depth of character with Red from The Blacklist. I want to keep watching to know more. While Agents of Shield is just fun.
Agreed Ralin, I tend to ignore a lot of the new perspectives of Star Wars in a lot of things. It really ticked me off that a number of books written between the old and new trilogies were ruined (eg Jedi not marrying and having kids - the novel Children of the Jedi is sudden nil and void etc).
Plus the changes to Jaster Mereel - so damn confusing he was originally Boba Fett pre-bounty hunter days, then he's a totally separate Mando - grr! It may as well be random fan fiction.
KOTOR was the one thing that was awesome!
For memory I just remember thinking the voice and sayings were lame. Plus the accent sounded put on (no one ever gets an Aussie accent right - they're pretty crap with New Zealander ones too).
This in turn drew the wrath of Hungry Hippos, who had been secretly living in the guise of hutts.
Re: Concord Dawn Wants YOU To Be A Journeyman Protector! (11 replies, posted in Role Playing)
Rogan grit his teeth as he rode his dewback hard. The trouble makers were so intent on his herd that they hadn't noticed him coming. Rogan would have loved to have thrown a thermal detonator at them but it would scare the herd and cause more trouble than it was worth.
Of course the mongrels were on speeder bikes. Rogan pulled his mount up and lifted his rifle, he lined up one speeder bike and took a shot. It managed to hit the rear housing of the speeder bike, destroying its delicate balance. The damaged speeder bike suddenly careened out of control and smashed into the speeder bike beside it.
The remaining eight slowed down. Confusion was plainly clear on the riders faces. It didn't take long for them to draw their blasters and scan the surroundings.
Re: Concord Dawn Wants YOU To Be A Journeyman Protector! (11 replies, posted in Role Playing)
Name: Rogan Metzel
Species: Human (originally from Corellia)
Appearance: Tall with dark hair. He has a muscular frame from hard labour, his skin is darkly sun-kissed and lined around his eyes. His clothes are practical and worn.
Brief History: Young love and the promise of “easy credits” brought Rogan to Concord Dawn. He was duped into buying a herd of dewbacks to breed for meat to provide to the locals – he was told they were an expensive delicacy on Concord Dawn. Turns out he’s only able to sell the meat to a few local taverns and lower class restaurants. The young love of his life, Vivan Trenton, dumped him as soon as the money ran out and took their two children with her.
Rogan remains bitter and jaded. His dewback farm has been up for sale for over 18 months and hasn’t sold due to its isolation and constant raids – due mainly from bored locals or Devaronians.
The shadows from the daunting cliffs were growing long as Rogan surveyed his property with a pair of micro-binoculars that had seen better days. It was the time of day that generally brought trouble. He’d already lost two dewbacks to local thugs who enjoyed scaring the large beasts into stampeding through the dry basin.
Rogan’s stubbled jaw clenched as his ire rose. He was sick of this place and yet he had no way to escape without selling this damned land.
He turned to one of his two jackaroos, yet the only one on shift, “Cletus, have you got that blaster sorted?”
The gnarled old jackaroo sat slouched in the seat of his dewback saddle, “Yeah boss, but it don’t have much charge. There’s dust in places there shouldn’t be dust.”
Rogan listened to the slow drawl from Cletus. The man wasn’t his first choice in employee, but pickings were slim especially when Journeyman Protectors were recruiting again. That bastard Lenovar always managed to steal the only decent employees Rogan was ever able to hire. Speaking of which, he’d heard the mongrel had taken a number of poor saps to The Adjudicator’s Seat for training. Rogan wondered how many were dead.
His musings were interrupted by the caterwauls of incoming trouble. Raising the micro-binoculars, Rogan spotted at least ten trouble makers heading their way. “Here they come, Cletus looks like they’re sporting shock whips.”
“I’ll set the blaster to stun,” Cletus said as he fiddled with the weapon.
“You do that,” Rogan growled as he kicked the sides of his dewback. “I’ll take them from the right flank, who knows, maybe Lenovar might bring one of his rookies down to play.”
Topic: All I want for Christmas... is the Bounty Hunter Code (1 replies, posted in Collecting)
Well we've had the Jedi Path and Book of the Sith, now there's the Bounty Hunter Code. It's definitely going on my Christmas list:
Hi Gojan, it's been a long time. Although I can't talk as it's been ages since I've been on. Would love to RPG, though I might be a bit time poor at the moment
**Sorry for the delay!**
Naya seriously didn’t want to join Deathwatch, but she suspected that her only possibility of escape was by gaining the Mandalorians’ trust. That was not going to be easy under any circumstances. However the likelihood of having Vren come to her rescue was probably pretty low.
As much as Naya liked the idea of Vren helping get her out of the situation she was in, she wasn’t about to throw all her hopes on it. She’d been a slave long enough to know that the only person she could depend or rely on was herself.
The ship was into its final descent when Cheln returned briefly. “So have you made up your mind?” he asked.
Naya nodded, “Yes. I’ll help your team. What can I say, the idea of playing with ultra-blast is just too tempting.”
Cheln smiled, “I’m glad to hear it. I’ve got to go back to the bridge. We’ll discuss the op more when we land.”
Oh definitely asking Santa for one of those
magical cod piece of enchanted good luck and lightening bolts. It was the source of...
Naya did not like the idea of having anything to do with Deathwatch, let alone join their demolition team. However, if she agreed, there was the potential for escape. “Let me think about it,” she said out loud.
Cheln studied her for a moment, bringing his hands together, finger tips touching. With a nod he replied, “Very well.”
“So what happens when we get to Mandalore?” Naya asked.
Cheln returned to eating his meal, he took his time in answering. “I have some business to attend to. You will be my guest, until you decide on whether or not to be part of my special ops team.”
(Sorry for the short post, will hopefully get more done tomorrow.)
Naya had been sitting in her room for less than ten minutes when the door chimed. She answered it to see Cheln facing her. She somehow managed not to swallow. “Yes?” she said keeping it short.
Cheln was looking fairly relaxed, “We’re still at least an hour away from Mandalore. I was wondering if you’d join me for dinner.”
Naya was a little surprised by the invitation. Although it didn’t really sound like it was optional. “Ah, sure, when is dinner?” she said.
“Now,” Cheln said as he extended his hand. Naya stepped forward but avoided his hand, in turn he placed it in the crook of her arm. “This way,” he said guiding her down the corridor.
Naya had expected to be led to the mess hall, but instead she found herself in Cheln’s rather large quarters. A table for two had been set and a large covered serving platter sat in the middle of the table. Cheln pulled out a chair for her and Naya sat, surprised at the gesture.
Cheln lifted the platter cover, “I had slow roasted gornt with red wine jus cooked as I heard it was something of a delicacy on Ryloth.”
To say Naya was surprised was something of an understatement. Cheln had either been to Ryloth or he’d done his homework. “Wow, er… thank you.”
A smile touched Cheln’s lips, “Sometimes it’s nice to taste a little bit of home.” There was an undertone to Cheln’s words but Naya had no idea what it meant. Cheln served up the dish and then took his own seat. “So have you been to Ryloth lately?”
“No, I haven’t been to Ryloth in quite a while,” Naya said truthfully as she started eating her meal.
“So you’ve been travelling with Vren for some time?” Cheln said casually and Naya suddenly realised where this was going. Cheln was trying to assess her worth as a bargaining chip with Vren.
Naya shrugged as she took another mouthful of the delicious meal. “You could say that,” she said, considering that they had travelled down that dark tunnel for ‘some time’.
“How did you meet?” Cheln said, asking a more direct question.
Naya took a moment as she finished her mouthful. “We met under fire. The circumstances led us to a co-operative agreement,” she told, looking Cheln straight in the eye.
He studied her for a moment, “So what is your field of speciality?”
A broad smile spread across Naya’s face, “Explosives.”
Cheln matched her smile, looking impressed, “Ah a lady after my own heart. I started my career in explosives.”
Naya nodded, “So what’s your preferred product?”
“Ultra-blast,” he grinned.
Naya’s eyes widened with enthusiasm. “It’s good stuff if you can get your hands on it.”
His look turned smug, “I’ve got some on board.”
Naya’s jaw dropped, “No way!”
“I’ve got a unique job that requires something more spectacular than regular explosives,” he said as he looking at her with a tilt to his head. “Perhaps you’d like to assist my team?”
Cheln turned to Vren, “As agreed, you can take your bounty and claim your pay.” Cheln turned to look at Naya, “She comes with us back to Mandalore.”
“What?” Naya gasped, “Why do I have to go Mandalore?”
Cheln smiled coldly, “To ensure Vren keeps his side of the deal.”
Naya’s eye twitched slightly, it seemed that Cheln thought she meant more to Vren that he actually realised. She was a virtual stranger to Vren and she gave him a questioning glare.
Vren spoke, “I’m to meet them at Mandalore. Then you can go do as you like.”
“When exactly are we going?” Naya asked as she narrowed her gaze at Vren.
Cheln took her arm in his large hand, “We leave right now.”
They were half way to Mandalore before Naya realised she’d made a potentially fatal error. She hadn’t had much choice in the matter of going to Mandalore, however Naya’s blood had almost frozen in her veins as she overheard Cheln mention the need to report to Dun Gorah.
Naya’s hand absently touched her damaged lek in response to the White Wall. She’d barely escaped death at his hands only months before. Her mind wandered back to the image of him standing over her. He had some sort of clawed glove on his hand. He’d grabbed her by the right lekku and twisted the claws into her delicate flesh. Through the pain she’d somehow managed to obtain her hidden pistol and shot him between his thigh and knee plates.
Naya shook her head in attempt to push the memories away. A faint sweat had broken over her skin and her hands were holding the material of her cargo pants so tight that her knuckles were white. She decided to vanish to her quarters before Cheln decided to make that call.
Welcome to the boards, jefffett!
Gripp led the way to Vren. The corridor was brightly lit but had the sterile feel of a laboratory. Gripp approached the door to Vren’s room and activated it. Inside Vren stood in his armour talking to another Mandalorian dressed in black armour with gold highlights. “That’s Grenatar Cheln,” Gripp said quietly, with an undertone of respect.
Naya got the impression that the name was supposed to mean something, but she’d never heard of Cheln. Perhaps he was the leader of this branch of Deathwatch.
Naya was able to recognise Vren due to his armour, this time he actually had his helmet off. It was the first time Naya had seen him without it. His face was all sharp angles yet he didn’t have a look of cruelty that some men did with such features. His skin was tanned and his hair cut short. Naya always found human heads fascinating. It seemed so strange that they were devoid of headtails. They lacked the extra appendages for added body language, plus they surely felt unbalanced without the additional weight.
Vren’s eyes met hers and a slight smile tugged at his lips. “So you’re okay,” he said simply.
Naya gave a nod, “Yes, and you look much better.”
Vren’s smile dropped, “I feel much better, but it comes at a cost.” His gaze turned to Cheln.
Naya wondered what that cost was.
**Nehutyc if you're not happy with where this is going, I can edit. I'm just in a writing mood. Plus it's nice to see the old crew back again!**
**Sorry for the double post, but here's the next part I wanted to write...**
Naya was led to a small but well set out room. It was clear that the Mandalorians stayed at the building regularly, although the place looked more like a basic motel room rather than any sort of permanent living quarters.
"So do you guys live here?" Naya asked as Gripp was about to leave.
He shook his head, "I don't and most of the others don't. This is just temporary accommodation while we seek out others to join our cause."
"And what cause is that?" Naya asked warily.
Gripp turned to face her, his face was still hidden by his silver helmet with orange highlights. "It is our goal to restore true order to Mandalore, by whatever means necessary."
Naya managed to hide the shudder than ran down her spine at the cold tone of Gripp's words. "So is Vren part of the Deathwatch?"
"If he knows what's good for him. The leaders will expect some sort of repayment for the use of the Bacta tank," Gripp stated.
"How long do you think he'll be in there for?" Naya queried, eager to change the subject from Deathwatch.
Gripp shrugged, "Probably no more than a day. I suggest you take the opportunity to rest." He moved to the door and gave her a once over, "In the meantime, I'll see if I can find some more suitable clothes for you."
He was gone before she could make comment on that. Hopefully more suitable meant the clothes who be made of more cloth rather than less.
Naya felt that she'd only just closed her eyes when there was a chime of the doorbell. She sat up, stretched and then quickly rearranged her cloak before opening the door. A young female Mandalorian stood at the door, in her armour but without the helmet. In her arms she held a pile of clothes.
The Mandalorian smiled, "Here," she said as she thrust the clothes into Naya's hands, "Gripp said you needed some new clothes. There are a couple of my old things there that might fit you."
Naya looked at the Mandalorian, she was a good head shorter than her. Somehow she had a feeling the pants were going to be too short. But she thanked her and went back into her room to try on the clothes.
As she suspected the cargo pants were on the short side, however Naya put her boots back on and tucked in the pant legs so no one would be the wiser. She put on the long sleeved t-shirt which again was too short in the sleeve department and a little too tight across her bust. Luckily the Mandalorian girl had also supplied her with a vest which partly hid the overly tight shirt.
She left on the decorative lekku socks that covered the majority of her headtails. They didn't match anything she wore except the boots, since both contained silver highlights. Naya refused to take of the lekku socks anywhere but in the privacy of her own space. Her right lek was horrendously scarred. She shuddered as the image of "The White Wall" came to mind. That particular Mandalorian was a psycho butcher. She hoped never to cross paths with him again.
At that moment the door chimed again. She answered it to see Gripp once more, "Vren's awake."
Naya watched as Vren proclaimed his name to the other Mandalorians. However a moment later he collapsed on the ground. Naya knelt down and shook his shoulder, but he didn’t respond.
A Mandalorian clad in silver and orange armor descended into the tunnel using his jetpack. He checked Vren’s vital signs and gave a thumbs up to his companions, “He’s alive. Looks like the explosion did more damage than we initially thought.”
Indo chose that moment to groan. The silver and orange Mandalorian’s gaze turned sharply to the captive. “I can only assume the bounty on that one is worth more with him alive rather than dead.”
Naya shrugged, “Vren didn’t go into detail.”
The silver and orange Mandalorian studied her for a moment, “Odd, considering you’re his partner.”
Naya gave an awkward grimace, “I was more like the backup plan.”
Two more Mandalorians descended and lifted Vren’s unconscious form to the upper level.
“Come here,” commanded the silver and orange clad Mandalorian to Naya. She moved closer and he wrapped his arms around her. “Hold on,” he said simply as he ignited his jetpack and helped her out of the tunnel. Unfortunately the gust of wind created by the jetpack blew Naya’s robes open momentarily, showing her skimpy attire. As soon as they landed on solid flooring the Mandalorian released her, yet his hands were a little slow on departing.
“Thanks,” Naya said as she looked at her surroundings.
The Mandalorian clad in silver and orange extended his hand, “I am Gripp Taldane.”
Naya took his hand and shook it, “Naya Alta’ec.” To shake hands was very much a human greeting, but Naya was okay with returning the gesture. “What will you do with Vren?”
“We have a bacta tank we can immerse him in. However he’ll have to pay us back for the privilege of using it.” Gripp said coolly. Naya inwardly cringed. “We can provide you with accommodation while you wait for him to heal up.” Gripp offered.
Naya didn’t have a lot of options, “Sure, that’d be great.”
**I'd write more, but I really need to get to bed. Hopefully will add some more in the morning.**
At the sound of the next booby trap being activated, Naya took a step back. Next the Mandalorian shouted, "Themal dets! To the floor!" Naya didn’t hesitate as she dropped and tucked herself into a ball but also stuck her fingers in her ears. She knew from her experience with explosives that the noise would be deafening in such enclosed quarters.
Naya had her eyes closed as she felt the shockwave. She counted to thirty before opening her eyes and removing her fingers from her ears. She stood carefully and cringed at her ringing ears. The Mandalorian was up and looking a little disorientated.
Indo was still lying on the floor. Naya wasn’t sure if he was unconscious, dead or just playing dead. “Is the scumbag alive?” she asked, but the Mandalorian made no acknowledgment of hearing her question.
Naya squinted her eyes to look up into the hole in the ceiling. The light was bright but there were shadows moving. The shadows drew closer and Naya recognised the armour they wore. She turned to the Mandalorian, “Friends of yours?” she queried, but again he didn’t respond in any way.
“Who dares to blow their way into a Deathwatch property!” One of the many Mandalorians boomed.
Naya waited for the Mandalorian beside her to say something, but still he said nothing. Naya decided it was up to her to stop a possible fire fight. “Sorry friends, the moron lying on the ground forgot to tell us about his thermal detonators.” It wasn’t a complete lie.
“State your business,” the same voice asked.
Naya made her way to the Mandalorian and elbowed him. He raised a gloved finger and tapped the side of his helmet. It was then that she noticed the blood staining his collar. Naya sighed, he’d lost his hearing.
Naya had no idea why the Mandalorian she was with was after Indo, but she had a good idea. “We’re retrieving a Rebel bounty for the Imperials.”
This started a conversation above, generally it sounded positive. Naya briefly glanced at her blaster which was lying on the floor where she’d accidently left it during the explosion.
The Mandalorian beside her, tapped her arm and passed her a filmsi card. It was a business card of sorts and it was for Nehutyc Vren. He pointed to himself.
“Vren?” Naya said quietly, making sure she mouthed the word so he could read her lips. He nodded then returned his gaze to the Mandalorians above.
**Had to post, sorry Nehutyc if I messed up where you wanted to go with this...**