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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.

Lucien Phoenix




The Noreaster | Cargo Bay

The excitement only grew as Lucien stayed near the door, weapon raised, to watch the exit. It was with some surprise that he saw Sena stride past him easily, flipping the switch to the lights to on surprising the former trooper so much that he lowered his blaster and followed the woman into the cargo hold. He figured it would be a poor idea to just let her go in by herself to do whatever it was that Sena planned to do. The Twi'lek, meanwhile, seemed to be a bit feisty as she hurled a sharp retort back in some language or another. Lucien never was good at speaking anything other then basic. Airus appeared shortly behind them and offered a hand to the Twi'lek, Sharp was told to lower his weapon, and it seemed like everything was reaching a peaceful conclusion. Even the little stowaway droid seemed to relax when the old man appeared. Which was fine with Lucien, an exchange of blaster fire would just mean more clean up. Airus had suggested the droid and clone go ahead and sweep the cargo hold for any more stowaways, and as someone who was technically in charge of making sure that the cargo hold was clean, he wasn't eager to leave and find out later that the pair had wrecked some corner of it. He decided he'd stay and help with the sweep of the cargo hold, and then get back to cleaning.
Lucien Phoenix




The Noreaster | Toilets

"How could you even manage to miss this bad?" Lucien muttered under his breath as he moved the brush up and down the side of the plasteel toilet. He was on his hands and knees, scrubbing shit out of the bathrooms that were located near the crew quarters, dressed in his typical casual clothing. Trousers, a long sleeved shirt, and a vest with his utility belt and thigh holster strapped on, E-11 slung over his back. It was times like these that he wondered just why he had signed on with the crew of the mariner a few months ago. He'd really drawn the short stick when he had agreed to take up the position of ship janitor while they were travelling. It was the worst mistake of his career.

Sitting back for a moment, Lucien took a second to light the cigarra in his mouth and take a draw on it, before blowing the smoke out into the air of the small cubical toilet. He returned to scrubbing. He contemplated just blasting the fecal and urine covered item to bits with his weapon, but he figured that the captain really wouldn't appreciate having to pay a couple hundred credits for a new toilet to be installed. Thus he decided that the best course of action was simply to continue scrubbing. At the very least, this was easier work then what he had been doing, running around with various clients on outterrim planets, playing muscle and looking dangerous with his blaster. The Imperial issue stormtrooper armor he wore for the work may have been painted and modified so it didn't look like the original, but a few people were jumpy enough that it didn't matter. They preferred to shoot first and didn't care to ask questions later. That was part of the reason he had signed on to the crew.

He continued the work for several hours, working to get the toilets cleaned perfectly. It was part of a ritual cleaning he had taken up, one that was slowly making it's way through different parts of the ship. When he was done cleaning the toilets, he grabbed the mop and bucket and started on the hallways, mopping up and down the ship. It was during this little clean up that the comlink on his wrist crackled to life. Sable announced that there was another stowaway in the hold, with a lightsaber. Lucien sighed and let the mop drop into the bucket, leaning the handle against the wall. He trotted at a quick pace towards the cargo bay, unslinging his blaster as he approached and switching it to stun. He stopped at the door and looked into the hold, watching what he could see. It was dark inside, and he didn't have a light, but he figured Sable had his reasons for keeping it off. Instead of turning the lights up, he just aimed through his scope, using the nightvision function to try and see the encounter.
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