EliteCommander

Ashes [EliteCommander and Vesuvius00]

Tarentek did not notice Onyx's quick departure as he dressed himself and gathered up his belongings as quickly as he could. He felt better than the day before, but still noticeably fatigued and weak. His muscles still ached from the long trek through the desert, and he was overall more sluggish than usual. However, as long as he could retain the goodwill of his hosts, then he would recover.

As Tarentek stepped out of the room, he noted that Opal suddenly stopped whatever they had been talking about, likely because of his lack of trust for outsiders. It was an attitude that concerned Tarentek, but he could not do much to change that at the moment. If Raldel's opinion changed because of his warning, then Tarentek might be able to earn some trust, but if not, then he could at least hope to be tolerated. For the moment, he was simply glad to have more water, which he immediately began to drink somewhat conservatively.

After they made their way outside, the others started to take flight, and Onyx offered to carry him to their destination. Before, Tarentek might have said yes, but now he hesitated, looking off the side of the bridge at the long drop below. In theory, the concept of flight was amazing to him, but actually being in the air and seeing the long drop beneath him made him more nervous. He still remembered vividly the fear he felt, even if only for a brief moment, when Onyx dropped him. "Oh, I, um...I know what I said about flight yesterday but...does there happen to be a walkway to his den? We can fly if we need to, but...I would really be more comfortable with my feet firmly on the ground." He asked, his demeanor embarrassed and nervous.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I just remembered that Meesei as been carrying around Rhazii, but I've been forgetting to mention him. There is a lot to keep track of.

Ashes [EliteCommander and Vesuvius00]

Tarentek's dreams were chaotic, and not always pleasant, but his sleep was refreshingly restful. Nevertheless, it took him a few moments to come to his senses after being shaken awake. He groaned and stretched out his muscles as he sat up on the side of the bed. He was not dressed, but unlike other, mammalian races, the Karisskan's reproductive organs were contained internally, so modesty was not a worry for them, though other races were sometimes momentarily surprised.

After letting out a yawn, Tarentek finally registered Onyx' glare, and fortunately, caught its meaning. "Oh, of course. I will get dressed at once." He said simply before standing up, which made clear his comparatively large stature. He hoped that Raldel found the evidence of the attack that he had been searching for. Although, after what Tarentek witnessed, he found it incredibly likely that he would have found overwhelming proof. If the city was annexed, enemy soldiers would be occupying it in force. If it was destroyed, then the demolished city would be evidence enough.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It was not unexpected that Sabine would have a difficult time concentrating. Meesei could recall experiencing the very same issue when her father was beginning to give her lessons in healing, but it was something that was necessary to overcome if one wanted to use restoration in a practical sense. As such, she decided to handle the lesson in much the same way as her father.

"Being able to concentrate despite any pain you are feeling is a skill that is unavoidable to learn for practical healing. It is not as much of an issue for healing others, but if you need to heal yourself, it can mean the difference between life and death. However, you do not need to overcome the problem all at once. I will numb the pain mostly, but not completely. I shall leave just enough so you can feel it, but it should not be terribly distracting." Meesei explained before reaching out to grab Sabine's wounded hand. Her hand glowed with a very faint golden light as Meesei's magic targeted her nerves, calming most of them, but leaving just enough active that Sabine could feel it. The cut itself she left untouched, though it had already stopped bleeding on its own.

"Okay, look at it again. The part of you that causes the pain, like tiny strings or spider webs spread throughout your body, some of them should be active. When they are energized and sending the sensation to your mind, they influence the magicka around them just slightly. That is what you are perceiving when you 'see' them. To calm them as I have, you have to take the disturbed magicka around the wound and make it stable. This will, in turn, numb the pain. I will warn you that it is not easy at first. To say exactly how to stabilize the magicka is not something easily put into words. You must simply feel it happening. I can say that the magicka follows the same patterns as your pain, so you may be able to use that to help. Now, give it a try. It may take a few tries, but once you have done it the first time, it becomes much easier." Meesei explained.

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

It was not too long after Sirka'ith left the cantina with Dazan when she heard a buzz from her datapad. Pulling the device from a pouch on her bandolier, she saw she had a new message. After seeing the sender, she stopped immediately to check it. It was a simple, direct message, which was honestly the kind she preferred from employers. "Looks like we're done waiting. Bay five it is, I'm just going to stop by my ship on the way there." She said, not really caring if Dazan followed, or headed straight there.

Sirka's own ship was docked not too far from bay five, so she did not have to go far out of her way. Her ship was old, small, and perpetually close to breaking down, but it was reasonably capable of getting her from place to place. It gave her a secure place to sleep at spaceports, as she could lock it down tight. As well, it had a few smuggling compartments where she kept her less-than-legal belongings, such as the item she wanted to pick up. Her heavy blaster cannon was large and heavy enough that most species had to use it mounted on a tripod, but her strength allowed her to carry it with few issued, along with the backpack that contained its power cell. Carrying the weapon itself was, for her, equivalent to some of the heavy personal blasters made for Human-sized species, and the backpack, compared to her size, was not too much of a hindrance. Regardless, there were a few reasons she did not tend to carry it with her into cities when she did not expect to use it, but for this meeting, there was a certain kind of appearance she wanted to convey. Not to mention, if she needed to shoot the place up, it would be helpful to have it on hand. She kept it on her back alongside its power source, so she did not actively threaten anyone, but its mere presence could be passively threatening.

After gearing herself up fully, Sirka made the short walk to bay five. Stepping into the bay, she made sure that her stance was intimidating, not so much in the sense that she was wanting to kill someone at that moment, but that she was always ready to kill just in general.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

How do we want to go about the planning? Since it is going to be a conversation, it might be best as a collab.

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

Sirka'ith and Dazan-Ka

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"Hmph, you're not the first to give that answer. Not exactly a lot of men out there looking for a reptilian over twice their size. Still, I'll take that drink; better than a blaster bolt, at least." Sirka'ith answered. Once the new drinks came, Sirka was quick to start on hers. If she needed to, she was capable of downing the whole thing in pretty much one go, but she preferred to pace herself, if only to savor it. "As for why a Ssi-ruu is out here? Work, naturally. I couldn't care less about the Ssi-ruuvi Imperium. They can all go fall into a sarlacc pit for all I care. Honestly, I'm surprised you even know what a Ssi-ruu is; I sure don't know what in the blazes you are."

Drinks are definitely better than blaster wounds, he would know. Dazan sipped his drink, something he usually did to start a glass, before speaking, "I'd ask what caused such a dislike, but that would be prying a little too mush, eh? And while Ssi-ruu aren't that common, word tends to get around, you just need to be at the right place. As for what I am," He took a swig, "I am a Codru-Ji, and most people who call me a derogatory nickname for that, I tend to make regret it." He leaned back in the booth a bit, bottom pair of arms crossed, "I'm here for a job as well, in case you're wondering. Shady as it is, couldn't resist the creds."

Sirka was at least somewhat interested in the job he mentioned, as it sounded something like the one she had been offered, by the way he described it. "Hmm, contacted by some shady people for some shady job? Sounds like a scam, but worth too many credits for any good merc to turn down? You might be after the same job as me, if that's all the case. It was probably a stupid idea to come here, but I've gotten pretty far with stupid ideas. If it is legit, though, I'd expect to make heavy use of your blasters. It's the only reason anyone would hire me."

"Well, if your guess is right, I will watch your back if you watch mine. If it isn't legit, I expect I'll have to go through the hassle of finding and teaching the... idiots a lesson, and get some money out of them." It wouldn't be the first time he's had to do something of the sort, "I'm hired likely because of my skill with explosives. Want something blown up? I'm one of the first people thought of. Although, I'm a little skeptical about this offer, as I've been out of the game for four years. Still, good a time as any to get back in it, need the creds anyways to make up for that time."

Sirka gave a chuckle as she continued with her drink. She was actually starting to feel some effects from it, though it would take a fair amount more for her to be drunk. One downside of her body mass was how comparatively weak most of the drinks were for her. She assumed her people had appropriate strength alcohol, though it wasn't as if she would know. Brown-scaled Ssi-ruu were not allowed drinks.

Shaking off her displeasure at the Imperium, Sirka continued with the conversation. "I hear you on that. I came all the way out here from Nar Shaddaa to shoot something up, and I intend to do that, no matter what. Though, if they're really paying what they say they're paying, it'd probably be best to go along with whatever job they offer. That kind of credits can buy a lot of power, and I wouldn't want to fight it unless someone richer is paying me to."

This second glass was probably going to be the last one, for now, it wasn't wise to get drunk before seeing an employer. The Ssi-ruu wouldn't have that much of a problem, judging by how large she was. "Mhmm, a danger with such high paying jobs is the possible enemies made, especially if something goes wrong. What is it you'd say you do best? Aside from seemingly being a damage sponge." A moment passed before he realized something, " We've been talking so much and we don't yet know each other's names. Mine is Dazan-Ka, Daz or Dazan for short."

"Sirka'ith" She answered simply, finishing off her drink with her next swig. Since it seemed reasonably likely that they would be working together, she didn't see much harm in telling him a bit about her. Normally, she liked to keep some of her capabilities hidden in case she needed to use them...unless she felt like boasting. In that case, she would say anything.

"Well, you heard that comparison to a wookiee? That wasn't random; I'm about as strong as one of those walking carpets, which means I can do things most species can't. Like, for instance, carrying a blaster cannon big enough that a human would have to mount it on a tripod. I can bring firepower, and scales as good or better than armor. I think you can tell what all that would be good for. Like I said, expect a big, straight up firefight at some point." Now that she was out of drinks, and wasn't willing to buy anymore for herself, she had nothing more to do in the cantina but talk to this Daz person. He wasn't boring her or anything, but at the same time, she did not tend to like sticking around too long in a place after causing a fight, purposefully or not. "Say, since it seems like we're going to be working together, want to get out of this place? The other patrons won't stop glancing at me, and they smell nervous."

"I'm not against a firefight, they always do get the blood flowing." Sirka finished her drink, and Dazan looked around at said patrons, several of them certainly seemed nervous enough, "It probably didn't help that we weren't so descreet when we spoke." He downed the last of his drink in quick order before slowly standing, checking that everything on his person was in order before speaking again, "Well, you lead the way. I was planning to see what else was on this station anyway."

The Depths of Deception

"Yeah, it's more of a head-tail...thing." Rareth commented. While the others continued to discuss Masulu head-spikes, Rareth stood up, somewhat unsteadily, and walked back over to the cabinet. Unfortunately, she found it was now empty, which, now that she was thinking about it, was probably what she told everyone last time she got up to check. Nevertheless, she informed them again. "Ah, bad news. Out of wine. I can have...no, wait, this place doesn't come with a machine servant. Always had Thavrin make me something at home. Well, there's stuff here to eat if you want. Some of it doesn't need cooking."

Rareth returned to take her seat, but this time, she laid down across both the couch, and Telmeck's lap. She let out a relaxed sigh as she stretched out her muscles and closed her eyes. "Feels good to relax. My muscles are so sore from today. At least Shiva here's good with her magic, or I'd be a lot worse off. Well...not really; the ship has plenty of doctors and stuff, but...she got to me a lot quicker. I feel like I could kick all your tails right now. Well, Telmeck here could give me a problem. Those implants of his are like getting hit by a dropship."

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

For a few minutes, Sirka'ith was able to drink in peace for a few minutes. She did not think anyone would have the courage to bother her after that display, but to her surprise, someone actually sat down at her booth with her. The fact that he ordered her a drink tempered her reaction, but she was still naturally suspicious of any stranger in a place like this. She had no clue what kind of strange four-armed species he was, which meant she couldn't judge his emotions from his scent. She did doubt that anyone would want to fight her after showing her capabilities, but the galaxy had many varieties of scum that operated in many different ways. Still, she was in the mood to drink, not fight, so she wasn't going to start anything.

"Hmm, buying me drinks, are you? What, did you come over here to try and seduce the big, tough Ssi-ruu merc? I know I'm irresistible, but I'll have you know that you'll at least have to buy me dinner before you try to hook up a power coupling with me or something." Sirka said, giving a moderately strong laugh as she finished off her original drink. Regardless of anything she said, however, she was more than willing to take the drink he bought. Unless it was poisoned or something, it was her policy to never refuse a free drink, no matter who was offering.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

That's quite alright.

Also, if there isn't anything more that is important in the scenes with Kaleeth and Lorag, we don't necessarily have to RP through them. They are making our posts quite...substantial.