MonsieurShade

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Jacque's eyes narrowed by a small margin as two of his crewmates were asked to exit the ship for interrogation. This was an unexpected, not to mention unwelcome surprise. The twi'lek and xexto seemed to be willing to comply, but Jacque couldn't help but feel a small chill go down his spine. What if they said something to arouse suspicion? Hell, what if one of them outright squealed to try and get a lighter sentence? There was no guarantee that this would be the case, however Jacque knew well enough what a person was willing to do when desperation set in.

The human was given little more time to dwell on the matter as the sound of blaster fire and a scream echoed out from somewhere within the Milano. He reflexively reached for his right hip, only to remember that his blasters were currently locked in his quarters. The vibrodagger he kept tucked in his boot was still in place, however there was very little he could do with it against someone with range weaponry outside of flinging it and hoping he got a hit. Suffice to say, things where beginning to take a serious jog to the left.

"What the fuck was that?" Jacque unintentionally mused aloud as he looked to the stairs that lead to the lower deck. He shot a glance to the other crewmembers, then looked to the Chagrian inspection officer "What are your men doing down there?" he spat, all traces of the meek and mild facade now gone from him.

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Mao jolted back (or at least attempted to given the fact that there was a floor currently beneath him) and gave Misa an exaggerated look of shock and indignation. Said look hardly stemmed from the accusation in and of itself, after all, he made very little effort to hide the fact that he was an unrepentant little deviant whenever it suited him in his pursuit of all things fun. No, Mao was much more offended at the accusation that he would do something so...so...obvious! He'd just started to fix his mouth to ask what sort of entry level casual Misa had taken him to be when the others came to lend a hand- literally in the case of Kyosuke.

After he released his grip on the she-devil's legs Mao got up to try and comfort the human but was interrupted halfway through an attempt to pat him on the back by the sound of Smith shouting. He shook his head and offered up a small sigh as it actually started to dawn on him just how troublesome this day was going to be. "Usami-san, ya mind staying with the kid and our new friend here? I'm gonna go see what all the hubbub's about, da.". Mao moved around the group and scooped up his staff, then proceeded to lightly poke at Misa with it, not unlike a shepherd attempting to get a stubborn sheep to move where he wanted it to go, "You're coming with me, da." he said bluntly.
The action would almost certainly serve to rile up the mosquito girl as much as it would prompt her to move but Mao persisted all the same, knowing full well how mean spirited she could be at times. "Best get her focus offa' Kyo-chan now before she does something to upset him further." He mused as he continued with his persistent prodding.

Star Wars: A New Beginning

As much as I hate to say it, we may have to open up this RP for new members to join if @finery & @mattmanganon continue with their failure to post.

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Jacque had remained stone faced as he and the crew docked and were boarded for inspection. He'd been through this process more times than he cared to count, and as such knew how exactly to act in response. The first part of the trick was remain calm without appearing overly relaxed, as that could be seen as either overcompensation for anxiety or outright cockiness, something that could very well lead to the inspection officers doing a more thorough search to make Jacque sweat, which of course increased the odds of something being found.
The second part was a bit more tricky; Despite remaining calm Jacque also had to give off an air of submission without appearing guilty. This was done with curt and polite responses, avoidance of prolonged eye contact, a humble offering (in this case, it was a cup of Caf for the inspectors that was rather simply refused or ignored) and placating behaviors such as slumping to appear smaller, as well as less threatening, than he actually was. This served to give the inspectors a feeling of superiority, to make them feel as thought they had all of the control that they desired.

It was a balancing act of sorts, one that Jacque had mastered to the point of it being second nature. For a brief moment the Siparian human casted a glance towards the others that made up the Milano's crew. He once more found himself hoping silently that the others didn't do or say anything that might cast suspicion on him, themselves as well, but mostly him. Jail was not a place that he wished to revisit so long as there were other options available.

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Posted...sorry for the slight delay.

What could the crew of the Milano be hiding O.o?

Oh, and I couldn't help but to add that last line for posterity ;)

@Rawk

Most days you'd have an easier time asking what they weren't hiding. I mean Jacque's currently clean(ish), but who can say what the others are up to?

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Goddamn it @MonsieurShade

Now I can't have Misa sexually harass comment on the color of her underwear and possibly steal them for giggles xP

@Rune_Alchemist

But OF COURSE you can! Ain't nothing stopping Misa from flipping a skirt or two on a captive! Especially when you consider the fact that Mao wants someone else to restrain her so he can get up.
In all seriousness though I just wanted to play on Mao's impatient streak. Be prepared for him to fuck something up royally some time in the future with it.

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Mao found himself at a bit of a loss as to what was going on right now: He'd come to the detention center alongside the others with the express intention of using a group of overgrown lizards to find out whether or not he could break his record for how many blows with a bō staff he could dole out before he got tired. Instead he was faced with a group of hanged lizards and a minor heart attack from being startled by the bucket. "I'm on it, da!" Mao barked before tear assing down the hall Smith had pointed to like the impulsive fool he was.

Mao ran on his hands and feet, the staff wrapped in his tail bounced about wildly as he went. Upon reaching the end of the hall Mao came to an abrupt stop, the squeaking of his sneakers muffled only by the sound of his voice as he rather plainly went "The fuck?". He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but it was definitely not an ass sticking out of a window. He stood and stared for a minute, though whether he was focused on the plushness of the rear before him, the tail wiggling about frantically, or the sheer absurdity of the entire package before him was up for debate. He turned to look down the hall, then back to the rear, then shrugged, "Welp, this is definitely a new one, da." he said as he calmly set down his staff.

The monkey man lept up and firmly grabbed the figure by it's back legs, "You might wanna suck in your gut.". After planting both of his feet on the wall to brace himself Mao gave a sharp tug that resulted in the strange woman being pulled free with a soft 'pop' and her being sent sprawling onto the floor. Being that Mao didn't have the wherewithal to let go he too was sent sprawling onto the floor. A pained groan escaped the extraspecies, "Oh man, ow. I think I landed on my keys.". He continued to lay there and stare at the ceiling, not caring to do much more at the moment besides tighten his grip a bit to make sure his captive didn't get a foot free to go kicking him in the head. After a few seconds of this Mao finally decided to pipe up "I got 'em guys! Someone bring the cuffs so I can get off this floor. It's uncomfortable.".

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Jacque sighed about the situation involving the jukebox but made no actual comment on the subject, "Thanks for the heads up Fixer. Just a heads up, get ready to do the "Patchwork droid" bit again if we get boarded.". After failing to receive an answer from Marka, Jacque took it upon himself to deal with the situation by entering the cockpit and making himself comfortable in the pilot's seat. He'd likely be fussed at later by the Xexto pilot, but being fussed at beat being blown apart by a landslide. He tuned in to the frequency that was currently being used by the checkpoint and proceeded to respond, "Apologies for the delay, proceeding with transmitter shut down as ordered." he stated in a curt but polite manner. The smuggler was many things, however, a crack shot pilot was definitely not one of them. He knew enough to flip the proper switches to shut off the automated pilot and anything that may have caused interference and slave the controls. This knowledge, as well as the knowledge necessary to fly a shuttle at least semi-decently was one of many basic skills those within Jacque's line of work knew. At least those that decided to take their operations off world at least. After all, one rarely made it far in the space trade without learning how to operate a ship.

That being said, there was no way in hell that Jacque had the skill necessary to outfly whatever welcoming committee the Milano would receive if something went wrong. "Any day you wanna get up here Marka, that'd be fantastic." The smuggler ground out as he allowed the ship to drift through the vast expanse of space in anticipation of the order that was bound to come. He could only hope that the lovely folks at the check-point wouldn't come across anything illegal.

He didn't really have anything to hide: his guns were post-war, only having been upgraded enough to keep them functional. The parts used may have been a bit questionable, but trying to find the registration that listed what parts were meant to be on a single specfic blaster rifle and pistol from an era where said rifle and pistol were mass produced alongside other models and sold for dirt cheap later would be an absolute nightmare for the poor sods trying to do it. It was one of many reasons he'd chosen them. His vibro-dagger was another slightly questionable item- technically legal considering that the more effective alternative to vibroweapons was something only jedi were allowed to carry, however the vicious wounds that vibroblades left tended to paint them and those that used them in a poor light. After that, all Jacque had left to his name was a bit of clothing and a toothbrush. The only thing that he could really be hassled about was his jail record, however he'd served his time and he was technically working an actual job.

All in all, Jacque figured that after a bit of chop busting he'd be in the clear. But what of the others? What if Krus failed to keep is hands to himself around something expensive earlier? What if Fixer got fed up with the 'patchwork droid' routine and snapped at someone for making a snide comment? What if Viik had a slave brand no one knew about and she was considered stolen property? The possibilities where as endless as they were unpleasant. Jacque let out a slow breath. He had to be calm. If he and the others remained calm then nothing could go wrong. Right?

Star Wars: A New Beginning

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Jacque shrugged off the thanks and offered up a slight quirking of his left brow at the response he received from Krus about the day's pay, "Enough, huh?". The human stared intensely at his crewmate in silence for an almost uncomfortable amount of time before cracking a smile, his way of letting the neimodian know that he was simply having a bit of sport. Jacque trusted Krus to get everyone's pay right, or at the very least, to not cut into anyone's checks without a good reason, however he still enjoyed making attempts at rattling the man every now and then to keep him on his toes. He'd just fixed his mouth to inquire about the new job Krus mentioned when the ship's comm crackled to life.

Following this was Alexnick's announcement of Corellian pancakes, prompting an annoyed grunt from Jacque. The annoyance stemmed not from the food- god only knew Jacque could devour a ten high stack of those pancakes in a single sitting, rather it was from the knowledge that what he was about to do carried with it the risk that there would be no pancakes left for the smuggler to eat. "We'll talk about that job later, first i'm gonna radio Fixer to see if he's powered down anything that might cause us trouble below deck, also while i'm at it i'm gonna go talk to Marka about slaving our control before someone decides something's off. If he's not up at the cockpit then i'll have to do it myself.".

With this, Jacque gave Krus a friendly pat on the arm and proceeded to walk around him. He made it approximately five steps before a terrifying thought occurred to him, prompting him to spin on his heels and face Krus as he started walking backwards "By the way, if Viik'ashak comes out for breakfast, please, for the love of everything that's decent, try to save me and Marka at least one damned pancake each. Hide 'em if you gotta, because otherwise there's no way in hell that there will be leftovers with that sweet tooth of hers. Alright? Alright.".

He spun once more and continued on his path to the cockpit, bringing up his comm as he went, "Marka, you in the pit man? You've gotta comply with those orders or they're going to get real pissy in a minute. I don't know if you know this, but getting blown up in space is not how I want to die. Fixer, how're we looking down low? Everything powered down?".

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Completely unaware of the looming threat of the bounty hunter on their tails, Jacque allowed himself a moment's rest on the galley's couch with his cup of caf, during which he was treated by a brief, yet somewhat amusing show as he witnessed Fixer come from the control room and make his way back towards the lower levels, ranting and raving like a mad man as he went. Jacque gave a small snort of laughter as he watched the droid, though as with many times in the past he found himself unsure of whether he was more amused by Fixer's behavior, or by the droid's strange accent.

Catching sight of Krus, Jacque rose from his seat and moved towards the Neimodian, pausing briefly at the Caf machine again to top off his drink, as well as pour a fresh cup for the older alien. "So, what're we looking at in terms of profits today, Lionen?" He asked when he get close enough to extend the fresh cup to Krus. Back when he was still a solo act Jacque had more or less learned the ins and outs involved with proper budgeting. But that was back when he was solo. Jacque was not a businessman; he was a mover. A fairly talented and informed mover, but a mover nonetheless. This was something he accepted. Krus however knew how to run a business, and it was because he knew how to run a business that Jacque found little issue in leaving the budgeting to the alien.