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I made a few edits, his hometown was changed to kaas city, his substance abuse was changed slightly in his psych eval and in his flaws, and the questions about his painting were answered in the personal interests section.

Glad to hear it is coming along well, I hope it can be done soon so I can get started.
all fixed I think! Thanks for the the spot on the BBcode
All issues that were brought up were fixed, aside from the particular issue I am having with the hider tags. Unfortunately it seems that my hider tags don't want to cooperate. I've got all the tags in their right place buuuuuuut it's still being problematic.
Roger, all issues addressed and fixed, save for the last. The grammatical and sentence structure errors were fixed, and I lightened the description of his sword. I will expand upon the squabble with his officer through RP.




Kadroo "Bearnubus" Long-Lake




The Noreaster | Turbolift

The winding down had certainly been welcome, with no more fire spears flying about, and the child-spirit returning to a more stable state, fear no longer rolling off her in waves. Now the situation he was in at this exact moment was not one he was pleased with. Clearly the child spirit had no concept of either dignity, or reverance for the followers of the great tree spirits, and certainly one of his stature. He had always been taught that to be a shaman of the Long-lake tribe was the one closest to the spirits, but his whole experience so far was making him wonder if that really was the case. None more then being picked up by the child-spirit, again just like the leaf dolls that were made for the wokling of the Long-Lake tribe, and being carried by it through the halls, following a spirit who walked like the elders of the Long Lake tribe. It occurred to Kadroo that perhaps he should try and name some of the spirits, particularly the child spirit, so that he may have a way of making the situation less... well what it was. That and, afterall, he was empowered as a shaman to perform such acts. Spirit Acolytes who had been named in the past by other shamans had often seemed to enjoy the new titles, so he figured he might have a go of it. As he was carried through the hall he closed his eyes and hummed a bit, which might have sounded a bit like the purring of a cat, a practice he commonly took up when he thought. It most certainly was something that called for thought too, one did not lightly name a spirit, they carried on forever, and giving them a childish name would seek only to shame them. It was in the middle of this thinking that Kadroo felt the child-spirit go rigid. A sort of tingling feeling shot through him and his nose twitched as he tried to shake off the feeling. For a moment, it was almost as if something else was carrying him other then the child spirit. Then the child spirit set off chattering in the language that they seemed to so love, pointing with one arm in the hard-stone box. It was quite the feat, Kadroo was definitely not light, and yet the girl had seemingly no problems just holding him with one arm. Nevermind the fact that he was still indignant about the whole situation.
Kadroo Long-Lake




The Noreaster | Cargo Bay

Kadroo was not overly fond of the noise that kept blazing past his hard-stone crate. His first instinct had been to duck and find cover of course, even as fire-spears whizzed back and forth nearby, which is what lead him to be in the hard-stone crate in the first place. He instantly regretted this though, as he poked his head out to see what had happened once no more fire-spears were being shot. The child-spirit was on the floor, curled into a ball, and tears were dripping to the floor even as fear rolled off her in waves. The short tree-bear wanted to continue hiding in the crate from the feeling alone. However, before that was his sense of duty to the spirits. He had hidden instead of staying like any good shamen might have and fighting as an acolyte for the safety of the tree-spirit and representative of Chok’ra. The bear shaman slipped out of his crate and moved himself over to the she-spirit on the floor, temporarily ignoring the hard-stone golem that stood over her like a protector. He set his spear down on the floor halfway from her, so as not to catch the attention of the Hardstone golem, and then waddled over to her, bending down to pat her on the shoulder comfortingly. ”Weechu zeekee kna da Chok’ra.” He said soothingly, attempting to comfort the young tree-spirit. ”Nub x’ekra kla kna ehda!” Then waddled over to pick up his spear before grabbing his spear and standing beside the metal thing, leveling it towards the direction the fire-spears came from originally.

Lucien




The Noreaster | Cargo Bay

Lucien’s day was turning into a bit of a mess, but at least it was a mess he could handle. Over the blaster fire he had heard the shout of sharps, crying out that he was throwing a thermal detonator. Lucien didn’t have time to argue with him, but he did make a mental note to go after the clone’s ass later. Thermal detonators were just about the last thing you wanted rolling around in an enclosed space, much less one that you wanted to take into space. It was literally just a contained fission reaction, and typically one was all it took to put a nice hole in a wall. The kind of damage it could do to the ship was unthinkable, and seeing as only one blaster bolt had come down range, suggesting one hostile, there was very little reason to use such a weapon, blasters did the same job just fine after all. A small thought distracted him as he wondered if the mechanism to lock the loading bay ramp had been broken, as this hostile had seemingly come from there. Thankfully he could count on Sable in this situation, as the robot activated the boarding protocol, sending the ship into darkness, and drew his own blaster to return fire.

Overwhelming firepower seemed to carry the day as the boy was forced into cover, and the returning fire from him was inaccurate at best, the shots snapped off. The grenade, oddly but thankfully enough, rolled down the ramp rather than blowing up in the ship, Lucien thought that perhaps it landed in one of the specially made pits for explosives nearby as he heard the sonic blast in the distance. The consequences that could have arisen from such an explosion could have been drastic. ”Hold fire, the captain is down there!” Lucien shouted as he watched the boy, moving to another piece of cover to get a better sight on the pair. He had almost forgotten about the dog, only remembering as the creature bounded across his field of vision as he was moving. He would have shot the creature, save for the fact that the boy held out a fist and the creature instantly stopped where it was, still he couldn’t let it just run around. Flipping his blaster to stun, he’d fire a bolt at the creature, the blue ring heading for it as fast as a regular blaster bolt. He figured since it was stood still by warning of it’s master, and relatively short range, he’d be able to do that to knock it out for now, just until the creature could be restrained.
Kadroo Long-Lake




The Noreaster | Cargo Bay

The spirit who spotted him first was unthreatening by all accounts. She had no weapons visible on her, her body language was gentle and swaying, and she radiated happiness. She looked like Chok’ra, the Ewok god of happiness. Though he doubted that such a powerful being would associate themselves with lowly spirits, so perhaps this was an acolyte of hers? Another acolyte of Chok’ra had visited long ago to protect the ewoks, though she had skin of a blue hue and wielded two fire-axes, and defeating a great beast in the mountains that had served Denlett. The calming effects hit him even as he wondered why the spirit was approaching him. Perhaps she wished to make contact with him as a shaman, to enlighten and raise him up in ewok society, and send him back to his home as a new acolyte of Chok’ra, though obviously not as powerful as the spirits.

Kadroo was a dignified and diligent apprentice to one of the most powerful shamans of his home world. He had trained for years to learn each and every ritual that the clans of his culture performed, he was widely considered to be a powerful shaman himself, even though he had not earned his skull yet. Which was why exactly he could not figure out why this spirit was picking him up, seemingly squealing with delight about his existence as his spear clattered to the deck, forgotten. Perhaps she was happy that he had solved their puzzle? Perhaps they liked the fact that he had been curious enough to explore the heaven he had been brought to? He struggled naturally, Kadroo did not like being picked up, even if the person picking him up was one of the spirits. ”Esa weechu uhree kna?!?” Kadroo squealed back at the spirit in his ewok voice, even as she squeezed him as if he was one of the straw toy bears given to woklings on endor. A thought crossed his mind that there were likely adolescent spirits just like their were woklings. Perhaps this was one of those spirits? If so, Kadroo figured it was his duty as a shaman to indulge her and not upset her. Children could be so fussy after all. ”Nude-la toma jeerota, bont kna!” He followed up as the child-spirit squeezed him tight.

The little ewok had already resigned himself to his fate of entertaining this child. Perhaps he would have an opportunity later to escape and go elsewhere, but he knew children could be terribly insistent about keeping around their playmates. He figured for at least an hour or three he’d be stuck with this spirit. The blaster bolt going overhead interrupted his thoughts. "Siz Klektuhkuh! Siz Klektuhkuh! Siz Klektuhkuh!" He yelled as he wriggled free, no longer worried about entertaining the child, only about ducking behind something and getting his spear. He knew the noise, it was the sound the magic spears made that the white-devils had used on the tree hunters of his tribe. "Ehda kna thek!" Kadroo shouted as he found a nearby empty crate and crawled inside, tucking his little body into it and holding his spear pointed at the opening.

Lucien




The Noreaster | Cargo Bay

Lucien had been happy to start sweeping the cargo hold for more stowaways, he doubted that they’d really find anyone else in the cargo hold, after all, who else could possibly stowaway? Then the ewok wandered out of hiding, and before he could shoot the little rat bear, Sena grabbed a hold of him and picked him up, squeezing him like the most realistic teddy in existence. Lucien knew well enough not to upset Sena, it was one of the few things Solace had made very clear in the course of his time with the Noreaster. If Sena picks something up, you don’t touch it, and you don’t try and take it away from her. Her tone hadn’t been threatening, more like a warning given by someone with firsthand knowledge of what terrible vengeance would be brought upon him for attempting it. So Lucien didn’t attempt it, he just watched with distrust and warriness.

This was interrupted by a blaster bolt zinging over his head, and on instinct Lucien shot back, several blaster bolts echoing in reply in rapid succession even as he was ducking into cover behind one of the large stacks of metal crates that were in the cargo bay. ”Shootout in the cargo bay!” He shouted into his comlink even as he poked his blaster and head around the corner to fire at the unknown hostile who had started firing at him. Hopefully, Sharps and Sable were doing the same.
Kadroo Long-Lake




The Noreaster | Cargo Bay

Kadroo technically was not a stowaway... technically. He'd just happened to wander onto the ship. Though, it wasn't as if Kadroo really had a concept of what a "stowaway" was, his species hadn't even invented specialized labor yet. So it was that Kadroo wandered onto the deck of the Noreaster, his little spear held tightly in his hands as he waddled down the corridor. He curiously examined the vessel of the spirits, occassionally stopping in the hallway to poke or prod at something or another, usually the panels on the wall that held brightly colored, sometimes flashing, little buttons and lights. Occasionally, he'd mutter something to himself in ewokese, but all in all, it was a pretty uneventful exploration, until he reached the elevator that was.

Kadroo approached the elevator and looked at the panel that held two buttons, one for up and another for down, and then looked up to see the seven lights atop the doorway. The door itself, was made of the same hard stone material that the others were so fond of. Kadroo wondered momentarily why it was the spirits had not brought them the hard stone, but then he remembered he, unliked his kinsmen, had ascended to the realm of the spirits. What would make sense to him as a mortal may not hold up in the realm of the spirits. He picked up the butt end of his spear and poked at the panel with the two buttons, and poked one with the end of it. To his surprise, the button lit up, and Kadroo jumped back, muttering a few curses that the elder ewoks might not have heard before.

Not soon after, the doors opened, considerably less surprising since it was sort of slow, and Kadroo was allowed to board the elevator. Since he was unfamiliar with the concept of the elevator, he went ahead and mashed the buttons on the panel of the interior, delighted with his new ability to poke things that would light up. He squeaked in surprise and mutterred a few more ewokese curses when the metal doors closed and he was brought down in the elevator. When the doors opened again Kadroo scuttled out, muttering to himself in his native language about his luck that the spirits had released him from the hardstone beast inside their ship. He wondered how they had tamed such a thing. Then he toddled off down the deck of the ship to explore some more.

It was several minutes into this journey on a new deck of the Spirit's vessel that Kadroo realized he was hungry. His stomach gurgled for food, and Kadroo reached to the side of his belt where his food bag would have typically been. It was empty though, one of the few things the spirits had taken from his person. So now he'd have to seek out the spirits and offer up some sort of sacrifice for food he figured, perhaps there were some onboard the Spirit's vessel? Kadroo went down the hallway he was in, poking at the panels that seemed to open the hard metal rectangles and looking into the room for spirits, then moving on if he didn't find one. He did this, finding a few empty rooms, until he reached what everyone else knew as the cargo bay. He entered into it and followed the sound of the gibberish that the spirits spoke down a few short alleys of crates, until he was approaching the small group. Politely, Kadroo halted and planted his spear with a small thud, waiting for the spirits to take notice of him. If he was lucky they would, and if he wasn't? Well, he'd have to find a new place to get food he supposed.
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