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Specifically, this bit:
Jelna Vawn wrote:She glanced at her mug and shook her head. It was white with black text that read, "Galaxy's Best Captain."
Jelna Vawn wrote:She glanced at her mug and shook her head. It was white with black text that read, "Galaxy's Best Captain."
CLL-MT9 wrote:Clank. Clank. Clank.
DO NOT BLOCK
VIOLATORS WILL BE LIFTED
Korvalus Dunbri wrote:Cal Arcton wrote:Rising agilely to his feet, Cal gave Kor a quick pat on the arm, just to make sure the big man was alert. That done, with a quick straightening of his neckcloth, he crossed over to the obviously connected man at the bar.
Kor nodded subtly at the touch, he sat as he always did with his back to a wall and his eyes on the whole joint. Kor was a perceptive man, he wouldn't be winning any Where's Windu competitions but He knew how to keep an eye out. He had seen the man's goons come in and definitely watched the new arrival. Kor wasn't fully aware of all the movers and shakers on this planet but he knew people like this guy. He could tell by the way the newcomer moved and spoke he thought himself important.
Kor kept playing cards but he didnt take too much of his attention away from the pair talking by the bar. Kor looked to Quinn and then to his cards "im out too, I got nothin." He grumbled tossing his cards on the table. He didn't react to what Six said but he had heard it agreeing with the woman.
Farkas Lowca wrote:Farkas caught up with the conversation. He had been hearing it, but not really letting it sink in. But Six's comment made him feel a bit out of place. Badass was never a word that anyone would have used to describe him. He was a single, slightly pudgy, nerdy, older gentleman that enjoyed video games, mathematics, and tinkering with electronics. Sure, he could slice and used to be an intelligence analyst... but he did so from the safety of an office or ship terminal. He had never even fired a blaster... though he got to hold one once. Badass was definitely not in his job description. He started building a statistical model for different possible hands that people could have in his head and measured his odds, which made him feel a little better.
CLL-MT9 wrote:
As Clementine rose from his crouch, still unperturbed by the atmospherics. "Oh-kay, Demona. I am glad you liked the present." He demonstrated his very specific capacity for gracefulness by turning around in the small storage area to replace the crate neatly over the void. It was not the first time he had been asked to throw something into a hole and never speak of it again, so it all felt pretty natural to him.
Caught trying to frame a witty, romantic farewell, Clementine didn't speak until she was long gone. "Goodbye, Demona." He paused. That didn't seem quite witty or romantic enough. "It was nice to see you." Another pause while he considered. That seemed pretty good. He turned to squeeze back out the door and up the hallway. "Sweetie," he repeated, (relatively) quietly, to himself. Now he just had to get past the door that swung the wrong way back in to the bar...
Kai Wryssald wrote:"Did you just use reckon in a sentence?" Kai asked looking the older woman over for a moment, a smirk playign across his lips. "Omelette's sound lovely, Honey." He continued turning his gaze back towards the pretty blue twi'lek. "Though now that you mention in we might want to add grocery shopping to our days itinerary." He added, figuring it a could way to fit in the new word from his vocabulary calendar.
Kai Wryssald wrote:He offered her a reassuring smile as he followed along, as well as a playful slap on the rear as she looked forward again. He would probably regret that second part later.
Yara Suhr wrote:She leans against a tall cafe table while she waits for the staff to call her finished drink order. The crew here, by and large, seem to spend more time coloring and arranging their fur, hair, or feathers into elaborate subcultural styles or tending their cosmetic piercings and tattoos than on remembering how to pronounce the names of their admittedly varied clientele--she's been Yerra, Tara, and once, for some reason, "Jerrod"--so she has to keep at least half an eye on the counter, but with the rest of her attention she looks over the shop's other patrons. At this hour it's still fairly busy, but not packed.
Lena Arcturus wrote:Lena shrugged. "Snooty snarky remarks are not professional. This might be enough faith for you, but not enough for me." She glanced back. "If groveling is the desired trait here, well. Thanks but no thanks." She typed a few things on her datapad. "My contact details in case you want a professional and experienced crew. I'd say nice meeting you, but you know. The bit about groveling."
She joined Kai as he was leaving. While she'd prefer the credits, Jarhead was right. They all took enough flak in their lifetimes. No more.
Korvalus Dunbri wrote:Kor nods "I know it's an odd request, but I just...it seems like its....special. I didn't want to kill it in the first place, just heat of battle you know."
Hearing her Kor knelt by the beast and firmly but gently restrained it not applying much force but willing his arms not to move nor be moved.
Farkas Lowca wrote:"Take out their lead vehicle. The one with the fancy paint job. The others might flee then."
Farkas looks at the console, quickly studying the flight path of the missile and how it's targeting system reacted to their defenses. In a stroke of quick thinking and maybe even a little genius if he admits to himself, he begins working their missile defense systems in a somewhat odd fashion.
Maneuver:
Angle deflector shields to from aft to fore. (Aft defense 1, Fore defense 2)
Action:
Spoof missiles
D2 Ambush, Spoof Missiles, Computers, Average: 1eA+3eP+2eD 3 successes, 1 threat, 1 Triumph
Guided weapons against the strange charm have their difficulty upgraded once.
Triumph: If missile miss the Strange Charm they are redirected back onto the pirate's lead vehicle.
Cal Arcton wrote:Cal was focused more on the mug he was holding than the clientele. Still, someone new stepping through the door always drew his attention. He turned towards the newcomer, still holding the red beer in front of him, making everything look red. And just a little bubbly.
His eyes widened. For just a moment, an almost comical expression of fear flickered across his face. Oh, no. She's finally learned how to take physical form.
Kai Wryssald wrote:"Yeah, this place is a bit more like I'm used to." He took a few steps closer. "Which by that I mean boring. I'm sure there are a few trendy spots around but I haven't exactly gone looking for them, and I don't really have much of a wardrobe for it either." HE finished with a soft chuckle.
His tone turned playful again as he continued. "If you're wanting a uniform we can come up with one. "Short skirt, heels, maybe a cute little hat." He shook his head. "Sorry I'm feeling a bit ludic this morning." Word of the day get!
Ender wrote:The form turned, regarding the young girl. "The quest for the monster slayer. Is that what you feel this is?" The spirit, or avatar, or whatever she was, moved ephemerally, almost gliding over the water without so much as a ripple. Her hair, more tendril like than actual hair, seemed to flow freely, without heeding gravity, as if she was in water. "I am one with the Ashla. But I am not the Ashla. To think one can be that as a whole is folly." Her voice was melodious, as wind chimes in a summer breeze.
"You've been fighting your whole life, young one. Is this all you wish to be? A weapon against the darkness?"
Cefey Raneth wrote:Even if the weather wasn't as terrible today as the day before, Fey saw no reason to spend too much time outdoors... so she had been killing time doing chores on the ship since she got up. Breakfast had been fixed for everyone to grab once they lumbered out from their rooms, and she'd finally fixed the issue with the refresher. For the time being.
So she was lazying it up in the lounge-area, watching the day-time holo-shows that were only good for wasting time. Right now some Chiss was stoicly denying he was the father of a blue-skinned baby while a human-woman argued that he was. Fey rolled her eyes as she half-heartedly went through her stretching exercises. "Aw, come on, even a Miraluka could see they're related!"
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