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Hello! So question that I had that should have probably been asked earlier, but only just occurred to me. What canon are we using? New Disney canon?
Or old Legends canon, of which there's not much about this specific period I remember offhand?
Or maybe a Frankenstein's Monster amalgamation of the two? :P
It's not super important, I imagine, but will help me get into the right headspace, and make sure and information I pull from Wookiepedia is the correct timeline.
Hello! So question that I had that should have probably been asked earlier, but only just occurred to me. What canon are we using? New Disney canon?
Or old Legends canon, of which there's not much about this specific period I remember offhand?
Or maybe a Frankenstein's Monster amalgamation of the two? :P
It's not super important, I imagine, but will help me get into the right headspace, and make sure and information I pull from Wookiepedia is the correct timeline.
Roka's lip curled up at the sound of the doctor's voice again, rolling his eyes as he felt the sense of dismissiveness from Marr, though there was a strong undercurrent of curiosity at the mention of Roka's... Situation. The Balosar shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the curiosity he felt from the other man. He decided to ignore the jabs at his willpower, and focus on the strange readings, opening the comms down to the laser turrets. "Bast, stand by. We have some weird readings coming in. Fingers off the trigger, don't jump the gun. But be ready, just in case." He said, pulling the ship around the side of the asteroid.
Roka gasped and his eyes flew wide as he sensed an overwhelming mixture of emotions coming from Marr. For a moment, Roka didn't understand. He didn't recognize the ship, though it looked like a science vessel. It was only after studying the signature and colors for a moment that a piece fell into place. That was an Imperial ship. Mar was... Terrified. Terrified and jealous. This meant something to the good doctor. "Now hang on, hang on!" Roka said, keeping the 2K close to the asteroid and scanning the disabled vessel further. "I don't... I don't think it's a trap. Even if it is, I don't think they've seen us. We may as well get all the readings we can, right? What are they doing here...?" Roka looked at the reading coming in now, nodding slowly. He pushed a few buttons and began converting the scan into a 3D image, projecting it from the cockpit Holo-projector. "Look, most of their systems have power except the engines. It looks like part of their thrusters have been crushed, knocked out of place. I think they got hit out here. They're... Yeah, they're leaking fuel!" He said, pointing to the floating blue sparkles coming from the staticky image floating in mid air. "They might be dead in the water, drifting out here. They might not even have a connection to the Imperial fleet, we haven't found any relays out here. They're drifting, scared, haven't seen us... I think we could take them."
@Almosegosum
Roka gasped and his eyes flew wide as he sensed an overwhelming mixture of emotions coming from Marr. For a moment, Roka didn't understand. He didn't recognize the ship, though it looked like a science vessel. It was only after studying the signature and colors for a moment that a piece fell into place. That was an Imperial ship. Mar was... Terrified. Terrified and jealous. This meant something to the good doctor. "Now hang on, hang on!" Roka said, keeping the 2K close to the asteroid and scanning the disabled vessel further. "I don't... I don't think it's a trap. Even if it is, I don't think they've seen us. We may as well get all the readings we can, right? What are they doing here...?" Roka looked at the reading coming in now, nodding slowly. He pushed a few buttons and began converting the scan into a 3D image, projecting it from the cockpit Holo-projector. "Look, most of their systems have power except the engines. It looks like part of their thrusters have been crushed, knocked out of place. I think they got hit out here. They're... Yeah, they're leaking fuel!" He said, pointing to the floating blue sparkles coming from the staticky image floating in mid air. "They might be dead in the water, drifting out here. They might not even have a connection to the Imperial fleet, we haven't found any relays out here. They're drifting, scared, haven't seen us... I think we could take them."
@Almosegosum
Roka's eyes widened as the doctor stepped closer to him, shoving him up against the wall and grabbing at his face. Roka growled and pushed back against the taller man, though it was of little use in his current state. The Balosar's lip curled in a snarl as he watched the doctor carefully, his words piercing even through the ringing in Roka's ears. He didn't even need his emotional senses to know what was going through Doc's mind; smugness, superiority, self-righteousness. He'd never been through something like this, never had to deal with the kind of anguish and pain that grew stronger and sharper with every light-year they'd gotten closer to the Graveyard! Finally, Marr let him go and sauntered away, leaving the sickly scent of pretention in his wake. Roka spat behind his back, finally releasing the white-knuckled grip he'd taken on one of his blasters and stalking after the doctor.
Walking up to his ship, Roka rolled his eyes as he heard Marr beginning to lecture young Bast. Pushing past the two, Roka cleared his throat, interrupting the doctor's reverie. "By all means friend, be impressed." He said, motioning to the hallways ringing the ship's saucer-like design. "The miracle of space flight and hyperdrive technology are feats of engineering, on par with the, what was it? 'Vast, interconnected biological arrays'? We built this. People like you and me, Bast. We can make miracles happen." Roka allowed himself a smirk at the thought that maybe, just maybe he could get under the doctor's skin a bit, before focusing his attention on Bast. "We'll be launching in a few minutes. What I'd like you to do is to go pick a turret; there's one on top and one on bottom. You'll be a second set of eyes, mostly. Check the displays, figure out how the guns work; it's pretty simple. Don't shoot anything unless you hear from me first though. If you see anything interesting, just call me using the comm." The stowaway boy looked to the side,seeming to take little interest, but Roka knew better. As soon as his back was turned, the kid would scamper off to the turret like a bolt shot from a blaster.
Roka motioned Marr to follow him towards the cockpit, rubbing his temples with one hand. This would be a long flight. "Cockpit's cramped. That's about the only drawback to the 2K." He said, stepping into the narrow cockpit. Blinking lights and flashing consoles covered whatever wasn't being taken up be the plasteel viewscreen at the front-center of the ship. Roka deftly skipped around the co-pilot chair and settled into the slightly sunken Captain's chair in front. He let out a slow sigh as he tried to collect himself. The flashing buttons sparkled like miniature supernovas to his eyes, and the beeping consoles began to meld together to form a soothing symphony. "You sit behind me, there." He said motioning to the co-pilots chair. "Keep an eye on the sensors, let me know if you see something interesting." Roka said before getting to work decoupling from the mothership. A few moment later The Steadfast was adrift, her engines powering up and taking her smoothly through the desolate wasteland that was once one of the most beautiful planets in the galaxy. Everything in perspective. Maybe this wouldn't be a horrible trip.
This was a horrible trip. The headache was back. Stick had worn off. Cockpit was hot and cramped, Doc's knees kept sticking into Roka's back. The Balosar kept mulling over the events of the day in his mind, dwelling on the altercation outside his ship for longer than was good for him. He was starting to get his senses back, he could tell from the overwhelming feeling of pomp and boredom from behind him. Now was as good a time as any. "I wanted to wait till the kid wasn't around, it doesn't concern him." Roka said, a cold edge seeping into his voice as he looked over the new sensor readings coming in. "Keep your hands off me unless I need stitching up. What you did out there was over the line, and you're lucky I didn't shoot your pompous ass." He said, his voice picking up speed as he felt his own emotions starting to flare. "You don't know me, you don't know what it's like for me to be in this graveyard. I can respect you wanting to be safe, but I promise you that without those Sticks, you'd be in a lot more danger. You want a clear-headed pilot, there you go. You might not like it, but I'm working it down to a science, I know exactly how much I can take and still function in order to not be crippled with dread every waking moment." The last part said through clenched teeth, Roka bit his tongue for letting slip details he'd rather keep hidden.
Fortunately, it seemed the Graveyard was on his side; his consoles lighting up with signs of energy, mass, even life signs. Roka eased up on the ship's throttle, pulling alongside a larger asteroid. "Anyway. Something coming up here. A ship maybe, but no engine readings. I'm gonna try and get some more readings before going in for a visual." He said, feeling torn between wanting to continue his diatribe and wanting to drop it completely...
@Almosegosum ((I moved us ahead a little bit, if you'd like to pull it back just let me know and I'll fix it! Also up to you how to continue, if you want to get into a discussion or move on.))
Walking up to his ship, Roka rolled his eyes as he heard Marr beginning to lecture young Bast. Pushing past the two, Roka cleared his throat, interrupting the doctor's reverie. "By all means friend, be impressed." He said, motioning to the hallways ringing the ship's saucer-like design. "The miracle of space flight and hyperdrive technology are feats of engineering, on par with the, what was it? 'Vast, interconnected biological arrays'? We built this. People like you and me, Bast. We can make miracles happen." Roka allowed himself a smirk at the thought that maybe, just maybe he could get under the doctor's skin a bit, before focusing his attention on Bast. "We'll be launching in a few minutes. What I'd like you to do is to go pick a turret; there's one on top and one on bottom. You'll be a second set of eyes, mostly. Check the displays, figure out how the guns work; it's pretty simple. Don't shoot anything unless you hear from me first though. If you see anything interesting, just call me using the comm." The stowaway boy looked to the side,seeming to take little interest, but Roka knew better. As soon as his back was turned, the kid would scamper off to the turret like a bolt shot from a blaster.
Roka motioned Marr to follow him towards the cockpit, rubbing his temples with one hand. This would be a long flight. "Cockpit's cramped. That's about the only drawback to the 2K." He said, stepping into the narrow cockpit. Blinking lights and flashing consoles covered whatever wasn't being taken up be the plasteel viewscreen at the front-center of the ship. Roka deftly skipped around the co-pilot chair and settled into the slightly sunken Captain's chair in front. He let out a slow sigh as he tried to collect himself. The flashing buttons sparkled like miniature supernovas to his eyes, and the beeping consoles began to meld together to form a soothing symphony. "You sit behind me, there." He said motioning to the co-pilots chair. "Keep an eye on the sensors, let me know if you see something interesting." Roka said before getting to work decoupling from the mothership. A few moment later The Steadfast was adrift, her engines powering up and taking her smoothly through the desolate wasteland that was once one of the most beautiful planets in the galaxy. Everything in perspective. Maybe this wouldn't be a horrible trip.
SOME TIME LATER
This was a horrible trip. The headache was back. Stick had worn off. Cockpit was hot and cramped, Doc's knees kept sticking into Roka's back. The Balosar kept mulling over the events of the day in his mind, dwelling on the altercation outside his ship for longer than was good for him. He was starting to get his senses back, he could tell from the overwhelming feeling of pomp and boredom from behind him. Now was as good a time as any. "I wanted to wait till the kid wasn't around, it doesn't concern him." Roka said, a cold edge seeping into his voice as he looked over the new sensor readings coming in. "Keep your hands off me unless I need stitching up. What you did out there was over the line, and you're lucky I didn't shoot your pompous ass." He said, his voice picking up speed as he felt his own emotions starting to flare. "You don't know me, you don't know what it's like for me to be in this graveyard. I can respect you wanting to be safe, but I promise you that without those Sticks, you'd be in a lot more danger. You want a clear-headed pilot, there you go. You might not like it, but I'm working it down to a science, I know exactly how much I can take and still function in order to not be crippled with dread every waking moment." The last part said through clenched teeth, Roka bit his tongue for letting slip details he'd rather keep hidden.
Fortunately, it seemed the Graveyard was on his side; his consoles lighting up with signs of energy, mass, even life signs. Roka eased up on the ship's throttle, pulling alongside a larger asteroid. "Anyway. Something coming up here. A ship maybe, but no engine readings. I'm gonna try and get some more readings before going in for a visual." He said, feeling torn between wanting to continue his diatribe and wanting to drop it completely...
@Almosegosum ((I moved us ahead a little bit, if you'd like to pull it back just let me know and I'll fix it! Also up to you how to continue, if you want to get into a discussion or move on.))
Roka listened patiently to Captain Vikargo's instructions , noting with interest the wave of disgust that came rolling off of the good doctor at the notion of being paired with Roka. The Balosar had to chuckle at the thought as he mindlessly recited the chant Vikargo had set before them. Was it racism? Class divide? The Death Sticks? Probably the Death Sticks, Roka mused. He finished the chant with the rest of the crew, noting that the Doc had left already. Roka stood and popped the small vial between his teeth, gingerly holding it in place as he headed for the door back to the hanger bay. Roka smiled as his senses picked up on a familiar aura, the stowaway kid from earlier. Maybe he could prove useful.
Zal' stepped out into the empty-looking hallway and leaned against a bulkhead. He could feel the boy close by, though hiding pretty well. Curious about what was going on, probably. "I know you're there, kid." He said, taking the vial out of his teeth and picking at the seal. "Bast, right? You wanted off that crapshoot of a station, I don't begrudge you that." He said, glancing in the direction he knew the boy was hiding and giving him a smile. "But out here, especially with spacers and scavs, you gotta earn your keep. 'Bout ten minutes from now we'll be in the Alderaan graveyard. Crawling with Imps, choked with asteroids. I could use a gunner.Someone to watch my back. You learn a skill, maybe the captain won't drop you off on some backwater moon. Think about it." He said, tipping his head back and draining the viscous liquid into his mouth. Roka winced and tucked the empty vial away, shaking his head.
"One more thing: Never do Death Sticks."
A few minutes later, Roka had made it to the hanger bay, and onto his ship. His first stop was his cabin, where he strapped on his shoulder holster; smiling at the familiar bite of the leather. Next up, his belt holsters, all decked out with his blasters. He put his vest on and grinned into his mirror, noting the fuzziness at the edge of his vision. He was trying something different with the Sticks, just trying to take the edge off his senses, not go over the edge. Maybe this dose was slightly too much... No matter, it was done now. Roka's head had cleared, no longer could he feel the cold hand of despair clutching at his heart. Heading back into the hanger proper, Roka pasted a smile onto his face when he saw the doctor. "Ah, there you are!" He called, noting that he couldn't feel the aura coming from the other man anymore either. "It'll be nice to have some company around here, usually it's just me and the Holos!" He said with a chuckle, thinking back to Vikargo's remark about his ship. Quite funny actually, even if it were meant as a dig. "Ready to come aboard, friend?"
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Zal' stepped out into the empty-looking hallway and leaned against a bulkhead. He could feel the boy close by, though hiding pretty well. Curious about what was going on, probably. "I know you're there, kid." He said, taking the vial out of his teeth and picking at the seal. "Bast, right? You wanted off that crapshoot of a station, I don't begrudge you that." He said, glancing in the direction he knew the boy was hiding and giving him a smile. "But out here, especially with spacers and scavs, you gotta earn your keep. 'Bout ten minutes from now we'll be in the Alderaan graveyard. Crawling with Imps, choked with asteroids. I could use a gunner.Someone to watch my back. You learn a skill, maybe the captain won't drop you off on some backwater moon. Think about it." He said, tipping his head back and draining the viscous liquid into his mouth. Roka winced and tucked the empty vial away, shaking his head.
"One more thing: Never do Death Sticks."
A few minutes later, Roka had made it to the hanger bay, and onto his ship. His first stop was his cabin, where he strapped on his shoulder holster; smiling at the familiar bite of the leather. Next up, his belt holsters, all decked out with his blasters. He put his vest on and grinned into his mirror, noting the fuzziness at the edge of his vision. He was trying something different with the Sticks, just trying to take the edge off his senses, not go over the edge. Maybe this dose was slightly too much... No matter, it was done now. Roka's head had cleared, no longer could he feel the cold hand of despair clutching at his heart. Heading back into the hanger proper, Roka pasted a smile onto his face when he saw the doctor. "Ah, there you are!" He called, noting that he couldn't feel the aura coming from the other man anymore either. "It'll be nice to have some company around here, usually it's just me and the Holos!" He said with a chuckle, thinking back to Vikargo's remark about his ship. Quite funny actually, even if it were meant as a dig. "Ready to come aboard, friend?"
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Roka Zale sat bolt upright in his private bunk aboard The Steadfast, his personal ship currently docked securely to The Swift Fortune. The Captain's request rang through his ship's comms, and Roka groaned as he shook his head. Seemed the closer they got to Alderaan, the worse his head felt. He shot a knowing glance at one of the hidden compartments in his room, within easy reach. He could take one now, dull that pain and watch the ship drop out of hyperspace in an even more beautiful fashion than normal... But Vikargo would probably find out, and Roka didn't want to risk this job, especially before it had even begun. Job like this could last months easy. Steady pay, decent work, nearly legal even. Roka needed that, or else he'd start to fall behind on his payments.
Swinging his legs off the side of the bunk, Roka staggered to his feet, tightening his belt and slipping on his vest before tying the laces of his heavy boots up. Best to go see what Cap wants now. Navigating the narrow corridors of the YT-2000 freighter with ease, Roka opened the airlock leading into the larger ship. Coughing slightly at the recycled air of half a dozen living creatures, Roka shoved his hands into his pockets, surprising himself when he felt a small glass tube buried at the bottom of one. Pulling it out as he rounded a corner, Roka smiled to himself as he saw the viscous purplish liquid inside; a full Death Stick. Rolling it in his fingers, Roka tucked it into his palm, resolving to take care of his business after this meeting.
Arriving at the door to the common room, Roka paused for a moment to take stock of what he'd be walking into. Thanks to his Balosar heritage, he could feel the swells of emotion behind the door signifying the people inside. There was the brooding, seething dark spot that signified their dear employer Areem Vikargo, some small undercurrent of satisfaction coming from him as well. Retreating through another hallway was the telltale signature of a beacon of innocence, hope, and a healthy dose of fear. Probably the kid who'd stowed away. Decent enough, aside from the whole stowaway thing. Roka had planned on seeing how well a shot the kid was before this job was done, he could use a decent gunner.
Pushing the door open, Roka grimaced at the sound of the metal creaking against its track. He'd need to do something about that headache soon, it was like a hangover getting steadily worse. He pasted on a big smile for his benefactor though, and greeted Vikargo as warmly as usual; and as usual the Captain paid him little mind. Roka took a seat nearby, but not too close; finding a seat at the Dajeerak board and sinking into the once-plush seat, reaching over and beginning to tap his Death Stick rhythmically on the holo-projector surface of the game board as he waited for the rest of the crew.
Swinging his legs off the side of the bunk, Roka staggered to his feet, tightening his belt and slipping on his vest before tying the laces of his heavy boots up. Best to go see what Cap wants now. Navigating the narrow corridors of the YT-2000 freighter with ease, Roka opened the airlock leading into the larger ship. Coughing slightly at the recycled air of half a dozen living creatures, Roka shoved his hands into his pockets, surprising himself when he felt a small glass tube buried at the bottom of one. Pulling it out as he rounded a corner, Roka smiled to himself as he saw the viscous purplish liquid inside; a full Death Stick. Rolling it in his fingers, Roka tucked it into his palm, resolving to take care of his business after this meeting.
Arriving at the door to the common room, Roka paused for a moment to take stock of what he'd be walking into. Thanks to his Balosar heritage, he could feel the swells of emotion behind the door signifying the people inside. There was the brooding, seething dark spot that signified their dear employer Areem Vikargo, some small undercurrent of satisfaction coming from him as well. Retreating through another hallway was the telltale signature of a beacon of innocence, hope, and a healthy dose of fear. Probably the kid who'd stowed away. Decent enough, aside from the whole stowaway thing. Roka had planned on seeing how well a shot the kid was before this job was done, he could use a decent gunner.
Pushing the door open, Roka grimaced at the sound of the metal creaking against its track. He'd need to do something about that headache soon, it was like a hangover getting steadily worse. He pasted on a big smile for his benefactor though, and greeted Vikargo as warmly as usual; and as usual the Captain paid him little mind. Roka took a seat nearby, but not too close; finding a seat at the Dajeerak board and sinking into the once-plush seat, reaching over and beginning to tap his Death Stick rhythmically on the holo-projector surface of the game board as he waited for the rest of the crew.
I dunno, I like this start. It's actually an earlier start than I expected I thought we'd be jumping in partway through the scavenging. :P
Speaking only from the players side of it, I'd say the things we're most in need of would be a skilled mechanic or someone with a lot of connections to fence anything we pick up. (Though Roka has a little potential in that regard)
What does everyone else think? What do we need?
What does everyone else think? What do we need?
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