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Post by Amilthi on Mar 23, 2013 17:27:38 GMT -5
Emily frowned briefly before she realized where Nasiri was pointing. The gravity-well generator - to keep the ship in place. That had to be it. Unaware of the powerful AI involved in the scheme, she wondered why Nasiri seemed to think that this was more reliable than just rendering the hyperdrive inoperable. Emily wasn't going to cause a delay by questioning the plan, though.
"Well, I'm not the only captive here, and it would be kinda nice not to leave them to rot with these pirates..." Emily pointed out. "There's my roommate, she's probably locked in... Just outside the engine room, we can get her on the way."
Losing no time, Emily turned around and ran back to the hatch. She peered into the engine room, holding the gun slightly clumsily in front of herself, and to her relief found it still empty. Hurrying on, she quickly reached the door of the chamber she had occupied for the last two terrible weeks. The door couldn't be opened from the inside, but it wasn't locked from the outside. "Hurry up, Anji, we're getting -" she hissed inside as the door slid open, and then abruptly stopped. The room was empty, and Emily felt a knot tighten in her stomach. "Shit!" She turned around towards Nasiri and looked at her quite helplessly.
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Post by Solaris on Mar 23, 2013 17:44:39 GMT -5
Char nodded at her sneer as if it had been an actual statement rather than a dismissal. "Oh, aye," he said with utter seriousness. "You're a free gal, Red, all's I can do is ask ya."Who said that Sith were the only ones who knew something like Dun Möch? Char may not have been a master manipulator, but much of what he said was a subtle, insidious ideological poison to the Sith philosophy of degradation and power. He smiled at himself inwardly; Nasiri had been a bad influence on him. Then again, at least he wasn't using the Force to manipulate people like she thought he didn't know she did. He'd get the Sith to question what she'd been raised to - but he'd get her to do it honestly, not by making her think and feel as he chose. The Zabrak wasn't trying so hard to hide her fatigue - that was good. That might have been a sign of trust slowly developing - or it might have been a sign that she was simply too tired to care. Char rather preferred the former; the latter would be a bad sign indeed. He knew better than to let any sympathy show - Sith did poorly with anything that suggested they might be mere mortals. His stoic nature worked for him; all that showed was his near-perpetual scowl. "Jedi say the same thing 'bout their religion," Char pointed out before switching back to Sith. She seemed to enjoy speaking the language - and it wasn't like he often got the opportunity to converse with a native speaker. The way she spoke made him sound like a halting semi-sentient. "Thou are in no position to make demands," Char sternly. "Though thou might ask, and I might say that I will shut off the emitter whence my droid arrives with my spare lightsaber, signaling to us that Nasiri has made ready the way for us. From there we will bring all those we can to our ship and make good our escape."
"Char's - my Jedi boy-toy - he'll be handling the brig, hon," Nasiri replied as they headed for Anji's room. She felt Emily's helplessness and smiled sympathetically, giving the girl a quick hug - knowing full well that the physical contact projected Nasiri's own unflagging confidence whether she'd wanted it to or not. "We'll find her - I have a friend who's controlling most all of the systems on this ship.""If we must," Phoenix said over the comlink on Emily's belt. "I would much prefer we be focusing on something actually important, like rescuing my Captain."Nasiri smiled, knowing the AI better than that. Despite her bluster, if she didn't want to help Phoenix wouldn't have chimed in. "Describe your friend for me, Miss Sodhrin - or better yet, get me her identity card number."How do you want to handle Anji's rescue? Are they still alive, elsewhere on the ship, held captive somewhere, or what? |
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Post by Netherworld on Mar 23, 2013 18:18:28 GMT -5
Her eyelids were drooping and she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. How on Eriadu she'd gotten so tired she didn't know – perhaps the drugs? – but what she did know was that she needed to get some much needed rest. Whether she wanted it or not, there were two people in the cell she did not trust one bit. Had it been her way, they'd both be chained and stripped stark naked, ready for interrogation in one of the many dungeons underneath the Academy on Eriadu. With a bitter knowledge, however, she dismissed the now foolish musings, for she had come to terms with the disaster of a situation she'd ended up in. The Jensaarai she was sent to retrieve and mine for intel had instead captured her and as if that weren't enough, a pirating vessel just had to drop by and catch them all; so now she was forced to cooperate with the very people she was sent to bring in. Gritting her teeth at her own incapability, Vrag banged her head against the cold wall of the cell.
Her ramblings would've probably led her to sleep, had it not been for the Jensaarai's voice that rang through the haze, once away speaking her beautiful language. A small smile curled the Zabrak's lips and she answered, her eyes still closed. "Very well, o worthy opponent. Then I ask of thee to grant me rest, if we are to stand any chance when we try our hand at escaping. May I inquire, however, who might this Nasiri person be?" she was beyond fatigued and in no position to argue, let alone challenge the Jensaarai again. She was just happy to catch a few hours of sleep, however light it may be; her priorities were quickly starting to revolve around getting rest, while everything else drifted away into the background.
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Post by Amilthi on Mar 23, 2013 18:18:58 GMT -5
Wait, what? Jedi boy-toy? This was getting weirder and weirder. Also, she was being hugged. And someone had managed to hack into the ship's comlink system. "Uh..." It took Emily a moment to regain her speech, and she gave Nasiri a worried look at the mention of a captain needing rescue. But her rescuer's expression didn't speak of a plan gone wrong, so she relaxed. "Nice work there. Anjira Rashdi, about as tall as Nasiri, but black hair, chocolate skin. I don't know the number. I'm pretty sure she'd appreciate it if you had a look for her while we get busy with the gravity well generator... Isn't that it?" she said with a look at Nasiri. Somehow, she was feeling more focussed now. This whole situation seemed manageable - these people were obviously competent, and apparently rather nice, and there were just a few things that needed doing. Well, get them done! : I don't plan on draggin her with us. The idea was that the pirates took her with them in order to have a girl to look at during their celebration of a seemingly easy victory, and then our people can either decide to leave her because there's no time or try to rescue her, in the course of which she'd get accidentally shot. |
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Post by Solaris on Mar 23, 2013 23:51:08 GMT -5
"Nasiri Lavii," Char said softly. He thought a moment, contemplating whether or not to warn the near-perpetually furious Zabrak about Nasiri's penchant for Forceful manipulation or her half-Zeltron traits - specifically, her empathy, pheromones, and uncanny ability to read people.
Naw. Where'd be the fun in that? Char would be willing to pay money to see how the petite little redhead Hapan managed the tall red- . . . headed Zabrak.
"She is a part of my crew," Char continued in Sith. "Rest, Red - I will keep the watch."
Zei'ira waited until the Zabrak seemed to be asleep, then sidled up close to the big Human. She started to ask questions, but Char motioned for her to be quiet. Zei'ira scowled at him, indignant, but she knew he didn't want to wake the Sith. She couldn't really blame him, even if she had no idea what was going on.
"I will . . . spare what I can," Phoenix replied, sounding distracted. "Nasiri, hurry. Their captain is discussing what to do with the prisoners from m- from our ship, and I do not think he means them well."
Nasiri glanced at Emily, noting her reaction to the hug. So, she definitely wasn't the touchy-feely type. "My boyfriend, the Jedi, and Phoenix's captain are all one and the same," she explained. "We need to get going. Just act casual, and don't let them see your blaster unless you need to use it." She pulled up her hood and her bodysuit changed from black leather to an inky black darker than the void of space, darkening more and more until she simply vanished from sight. "We have ten minutes."
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Post by Netherworld on Mar 28, 2013 16:17:16 GMT -5
The last words her former captor uttered just before she slid into the land of the dreaming barely registered with her flickering consciousness, but she murmured a last sound of recognition, seemingly to let the man know she'd heard him. The second her eyelids drooped for the final time, her awareness winked out of existence like a ship entering hyperspace, and she found herself in the hated nightly world of nightmares she had to revisit daily. They varied, of course; her mind had been brought up by proper people with proper manners, and it would not do if her own horrors would come to bore her. Oh, no, her subconscious took good care of that and Vrag need never fear that it would run out of material to craft and fabricate new ghosts to haunt her with; that she was sure of.
The Zabrak whimpered uneasily, shifting against the cold wall of her cell. Her whole life she'd been spending her days in the luxury one born into wealth could expect, and being well beaten and drugged did nothing to mollify her first encounter with harsh conditions others had to put up with almost every day of the week. Again, the Sith murmured in her light slumber, her fingers jerking, as if she were trying to grasp an object that wasn't really there. Had she been aware of what she was doing, the Sith would've been mortified; in her fatigue-ridden state, however, she was making a poor show of being a composed, self-disciplined Sith.
When the woman finally came back to the world of the wakened, it was with a startled gasp. Her red eyes opened wide, staring at her immediate surroundings with a gaze that bore the look of a caged animal, rather than a sentient being. It took Vrag a few short, ragged breaths to remember where she was and calm down; as much as that was possible in a cell, of course. Her hand reached to her forehead to wipe away the sheen of sweat and decisively, if a bit shakily, she pulled herself to her feet with the other hand on the wall to steady herself. It seemed that the drugs had a greater effect on her metabolism than she'd first hoped; obviously she'd been running solely on adrenaline before she'd dozed away. That theory would also explain the sudden drop in energy she'd experienced after awakening behind the containment field for the first time.
As she gathered her thoughts, the Sith's eyes moved across the cramped cell, as if hoping that something had changed in the time she was asleep. Really, how much time has passed?[/color] she mused in her mind and decided to voice the question, turning her gaze to the Jensaarai and the blue-skinned Twi'Lekk that had huddled closer together while she was out. "Has anything changed?" she added after an uneasy pause, lifting a single eyebrow.
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Post by Amilthi on Mar 30, 2013 5:49:03 GMT -5
"Alright, then. Nice suit, by the way", Emily remarked with a smirk. So that was perhaps the secret behind Nasiri's sudden appearance right behind her in the engine room.
Fortunately, Emily had a pretty good idea of the layout of the ship. Not because she was one of those people who knew every model that was flying about in the galaxy by heart - she relied on her theoretical expertise to allow her to quickly apprehend what she saw and understand how it worked -, but because the pirates had had the sense to let their engineer know what she was working with. In fact, she had been led down to the gravity well generator once and thought she remembered the way.
As they walked down a corridor, Emily heard the sound of a door opening to her left and stopped abruptly, turning towards it and keeping her hands behind her back to hide the gun. She looked in the face of a pirate she had never seen, a stout man with a rectangular face that didn't quite seem to fit with the rest of his body and a black beard of considerable proportions. To her surprise, she wasn't as nervous as the situation would have warranted. Somehow, Nasiri's concealed presence had an immensely reassuring effect.
"What're ya doin' 'ere?" he asked suspiciously, knitting his eyebrows.
"Going to the starbord GWG. Hafdig said there were some power fluctuations when they used it last time and I should had a look at it", she lied.
The man looked at her for a moment. "Hrm", he grumbled. "Don't break 'nything!"
"I'm not an idiot", Emily answered pertly. The pirate smirked and seemed to contemplate something. Emily was becoming anxious, but then just growled once again and turned away without another word to walk in the direction that she had come from. She carefully followed him with her eyes and in the process moved the gun to the other side of herself. Eventually, she exhaled and walked on as swiftly as she could.
Emily opened the door to the control room for the generator and slipped inside. "Nasiri? Are you there?"
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Post by Solaris on Mar 30, 2013 22:09:56 GMT -5
"I have a growth," Char remarked dryly, gesturing towards the girl with his free hand. Zei'ira had fallen asleep and wound up leaning against him, trapping his arm under her. She was still quite asleep, and looked very young with her face so relaxed. Char had noted that they were as different as night and day when they slept - the Zabrak Sith was tense, afraid, and troubled, while the Twi'lek kid was peaceful and at ease.
Perhaps a little too at ease - his arm was going numb from her laying on it.
"Thou were out for about ten-fifteen minutes, give or take," Char said in Sith, speaking quietly so as to not wake up the Twi'lek girl. "Thy body ought have metabolized the suppressants in their entire by now."
His eyes hardened a bit, though his expression remained unchanged. "In a few minutes, I will be enacting my plans. I know the nature of the Sith, far better than thou give me credit for. I know thy impulse will be to betray us all in thee vain quest for power and dominance over all. I know thy will sneer at threats, thinking that a Follower of Truth could not match the terrors of thy masters - but know ye this: I will not countenance thee to betray mine crew."
"Vha's goeen' on?" Zei'ira mumbled thickly as she woke up, sitting up and rubbing her eyes sleepily. She looked at her two cellmates, plainly not noticing the tension. "Oh, deed I sleep on you? I'm sorry." Zei'ira smiled sheepishly, her blue cheeks purpling in embarrassment as she scooted a few inches away from Char. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea about her. "You two keep talkeeng een szat language, and I'm sure your plans are cunneeng, but I'm quite out of sze loop."
"You've never broken out of prison afore?" Char asked in Basic, arching an incredulous eyebrow. Everyone who was anyone on the Outer Rim had been jailed and busted out at least once. He'd lost count of how many times he'd spent the night in a Tatooine drunk tank back in his younger and more rambunctious days.
"I'm not in sze habeet, no," Zei'ira replied dubiously. She was no stranger to law-breaking, but she'd never been caught before.
"What're you talking about in there?" the gaoler demanded, hopping down from his chair and peering in at them. "Knock it off, all a' y-urk!"
"Ah, there ya are," Char chuckled as the collapsing jailer revealed a sinister black Dark Eye droid hovering behind him at about shoulder level. The Dark Eye retracted its laser back up into its undercarriage almost smugly. "Took your time, didn't ya?" Char chuckled as he stood up almost leisurely, stretching catlike as he readied to open up with a one-man war on the unsuspecting crew of the Ravager.
"I'm right here, hon," Nasiri said as a barely-visible blur dropped from the ceiling to the floor beside her. Nasiri pulled off her hood and smiled at Emily while her suit's camouflage systems deactivated, revealing the redheaded little cat-burglar. "You're doing great - just a little longer and we should be able to get out of here." Nasiri walked over to the system control panel and looked it over, then drew the security spike from her left and slid it into the data port, then hummed a catchy little tune to herself while she waited for the installation to complete. For all the concern she showed, sneaking about a vessel full of murderous pirates and covertly sabotaging their ship. After about a minute, Nasiri pulled the spike out and let its cable reel it back into place.
"Don't let me forget," she said as she turned around to face Emily, "I gotta convince Char to maybe put some proper demo gear into the budget. This would've been so much easier if I could've just blown the reactor."
"Well, pardon me for being reluctant to encourage you to bring explosives aboard me," Phoenix said tartly over Emily's comlink. "You're neither known for your stability nor your good judgment. You have, after all, selected my Captain for your mate."
"Everybody's a critic," Nasiri said with a dismissive wave. "What's the status on our escape, Fi?"
"My Captain and his Sith prisoner are about to escape the brig with the rest of my crew and passengers," Phoenix replied. "I believe you are not the only one who has acquired a friend. Speaking of, I have as yet been unable to locate Miss Sodhrin's friend. I am sorry, Miss Sodhrin. She must be in a part of the Ravager I am unable to access."
"Shiny." Nasiri pulled her hood back up over her head and darkened out of view. "Alright, Emily. We need to get to the Celestial Phoenix as quickly as we can - it sounds cold, but if we don't get out then nobody's escaping this ship."
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Post by Netherworld on Apr 1, 2013 13:20:28 GMT -5
Despite herself, the Sith smirked at the Jensaarai's dry humor, but tried to suppress the unconscious reaction the moment she realized what she was doing. It would not do to associate with her target of all people. With a soft shake of her head, she dismissed the smile tugging at her lips, focusing rather on the words that followed after, again in the pleasant, if a bit broken lilt of her mother language. With a tilt of her head, she took account of their current situation; she could think clearly once more and it seemed that for the time being she was forced to join forces with the Jensaarai, forming a strained, if necessary alliance. With a sigh, she slumped her royal, uptight form against the cell wall, feeling strangely empty and drained. It was supposed to be an easy mission. They said the Jensaarai was aging and barely able to find his own armor, let alone fight, she recalled the conversation with scorn as her nostrils flared. Rancor clawed at her screeching mind and it took all of her willpower to swallow another violent outburst.
A weary, tired look crossed the Zabrak's face at his contempt-riddled tone, but she chose to respond nevertheless. "Thou will countenance me," she snorted, the sound an eerie mix of laughter and sneering, and finally she turned her red eyes to the rugged man. "While thy strength may be great, you are but one man," she continued, pushing herself off the wall with the sheer power of her back muscles. Her lips parted once more and she readied to speak, but then the tension broke like a high-strung wire; the blue whore was at it again. Her accent ground on the Sith's nerves and it was all she could do not to give her a good beating; if it would shut her up, she would do just about anything.
"Don't interrupt, you little bitch," Vrag glared scorching daggers at the Twi'Lekk, seething with barely contained rage, "can't you see your betters are talking?" the arrogant hiss carried an air of superiority with it; a definite, unmistakable sign of her Sith heritage. Her fists were clenched and teeth bared as she took purposeful strides towards the blue wench, intent on teaching her a lesson or two she'd obviously missed in her inexistent upbringing. Had it not been for the approaching guard, only Force knew what would've happened; but the man had come, and so the Twi'Lekk was saved. You watch out, she mouthed at the blue-skinned girl before relaxing her hostile stance and casting a look over to the containment field.
The sight wasn't at all what she was expecting: the guard lay in front of the buzzing barrier, maybe unconscious – but more probably dead, if the smoldering hole in the back of his neck was anything to go on – and behind him a black droid. The easy, one-sided (and asinine, Vrag thought) banter between the Jensaarai and their unlikely savior was grating on the Sith's nerves. "Would you, for Force's sake, have it lower the damned field? Or is this some sort of vacation to you?" the woman bristled angrily, venting her built-up frustrations on the sweetest target.
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Post by Amilthi on Apr 2, 2013 1:55:19 GMT -5
Again, Emily grew somewhat nervous waiting for Nasiri to finish her work - she wasn't really interested in even watching what she was doing, all her thoughts were focussing on was the prospect of getting out of this place. But the conversation that followed brought a grin to her face. What was more, she was positively thrilled at what she heard: these people had a ship with an AI! It was the only explanation for what she was hearing, and it wasn't as if the concept were alien to someone with her background.
Her spirits sank again, though, when the AI reported that its search had been unsuccessful. "If you boyfriend's Jedi, can't he... somehow find an innocent girl on the ship?" she asked hesitantly.
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