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Sat Aug 28, 2010 6:50 am by Amond Mudblade

Dimple Pjenaqott wrote:Guiding him very quickly, Hannah soon disappears through the crowds, masking their presence with the Force. She ensures no one who witnessed the incident would remember by tomorrow.

*Nyrax was not sure what his legs were doing but he found himself following Miss Hannah with ease this time. He did not even get a chance to put his hand on his rifle. Not that he would not hesitate firing it in the first place. Yet he feels compelled to just hold the grip for the sake of comfort. He is not sure whether being around Miss Hannah would be safe or not after seeing how easily she took care of the crazed man that approached them. The boy tells his hands to move, to hold on to his rifle for dear life. They do not listen; they simply sways back and forth to keep his balance as he walks with her. Unsure of whether he can speak up, he tries...*

=Nyrax=

"Miss Hannah, what did you... just do?"

Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:35 pm by Marv

Adrien Draykon wrote:*Adrien flew the shuttle over the city and to the spaceport landing in docking bay 7 and he looked at Marv* Ok, I have some business to take care of while we're here, you look for supplies. *Adrien gets up to leave and starts out of the cockpit before turning back to Marv* And don't use my name, ok? We don't need that kind of trouble. *He then turned and walked out of the ship and disappeared into the crowd*

*It had been a long time since Adrien had returned to the Run, six years in fact, but it was with good reason that he had not returned, a rather large bounty had been placed on his head last time he was there and he had been warned to never return to the Run. So upon returning Adrien did what he is best at, disappear*

*Great, Marv thought, I'm stuck with ship watching duty. Settling in for the wait, Marv got a sudden jolt of what he wanted to do. Getting up, he pulled his pockets inside out and found that he still had a few credits and smiled. Rushing out of the Theta shuttle and locking it down behind him, Marv headed off towards the blakc market district.*

Mon Aug 30, 2010 1:07 am by Alice Cousland

*Alice had settled within the co pilot's seat early on and, in one sense or another, claimed it as her own space aboard. She heard the girl and the young boy leave, leaving the other male alone in the ship with her. She felt near stone as she stared blankly in front of her. Usually she had so much to say and so much moxie, but at the moment, she felt slightly empty. Was Amond right? Could she have been relying on the alcohol to keep her moving?*

*Taking a deep inhale, she pushed herself off the seat and wandered into the common areas, fishing a cigarillo from her jacket pocket and lighting it. With her first puff, she poisoned the lingering smell of dinner that still hung in the air.*

*She’d need new clothing as all she brought with her was her smokes, her credits, her datapad, and one of two blasters she usually had on her person at all times.

With her second puff, she thought of her scruffy apartment back on Anzat, and then of Bransen. Cringing at the thought, she pushed the only person she had ever let in from her mind,*

Tue Aug 31, 2010 12:29 am by Marv

{Skip 1, Black Market District}

*Marv strolled into the market and kept a hand on his Westar 34 the entire time he was here. As he glanced about the shops and stopped suddenly before one of them, eyes wide and in complete shock at the item that he saw laid out on the table of the shop owner, a complete set of Katarn-class Commando Armor. Rushing over he began inspecting the armor and, despite a few blaster burns in the white armor, it seemed in perfect condition. He then began to haggle with the shop owner over price.*

Tue Aug 31, 2010 11:04 am by Marv

{Skip 1, Black Market District}

*After haggling price with the man, Marv managed to convince him to sell him the full set of armor, plus the zero-g suit, for mere pennies compared to what it was actually no doubt worth. Renting a cart from a merchant, Marv piled the armor in and began pulling it along, glancing over the other shops.*

Wed Sep 01, 2010 12:10 pm by Dimple Pjenaqott

Amond Mudblade wrote:
Dimple Pjenaqott wrote:Guiding him very quickly, Hannah soon disappears through the crowds, masking their presence with the Force. She ensures no one who witnessed the incident would remember by tomorrow.

*Nyrax was not sure what his legs were doing but he found himself following Miss Hannah with ease this time. He did not even get a chance to put his hand on his rifle. Not that he would not hesitate firing it in the first place. Yet he feels compelled to just hold the grip for the sake of comfort. He is not sure whether being around Miss Hannah would be safe or not after seeing how easily she took care of the crazed man that approached them. The boy tells his hands to move, to hold on to his rifle for dear life. They do not listen; they simply sways back and forth to keep his balance as he walks with her. Unsure of whether he can speak up, he tries...*

=Nyrax=

"Miss Hannah, what did you... just do?"

Hannah grit her teeth as she ran,

=Hannah Brightblade=

"What did it look like I just did??? I flaming killed a man!"

It troubled her how easily she did it too, and without using her weapons. She used her bare hands.

Am I such a cold-hearted killer? I don't want to be...

She reached the ship, with Nyrax in tow. Opening the ramp, the girl clambers in and runs to the crew quarters, where she finally stops, trying to catch her breath.

Wed Sep 01, 2010 1:35 pm by Marv

{Skip 1, Black Market District}

*In Marv's wanderings, he several weapons that he had added to the cart and were now carrying back towards the ship. Those weapons included: a working condition DC-15A Blaster Rifle, 2 barely functional DC-15S Blaster Rifles, 2 good condition DC-17 hand blasters, a fully functional DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System with all interchangeable parts and extensions, and a broken down Z-6 rotary blaster cannon that would take some time to get fully working again.*

{Spaceport, Marv's and Adrien's Theta Shuttle}

*Keying the unlocking procedure, Marv extended the loading ramp and headed back up and aboard, taking the cart up with him. Taking all the weapons and equipment to his room, Marv unloaded everything, brought the cart back outside, went back inside the shuttle, and locked it down again. Taking both DC-15S' and the Z-6 to the bridge with him, Marv set to work on repairing what he could.*

Fri Sep 03, 2010 5:39 am by Amond Mudblade

Dimple Pjenaqott wrote:=Hannah Brightblade=

"What did it look like I just did??? I flaming killed a man!"

*She did. And nothing will help[ him forget the gore Miss Hannah spilled back on the market place. Nyrax... still feels like walking on thin air. He would wash his face but he lacks the energy to do so. He crashes onto a bunk face down once inside the quarters. He could still smell Sir Amond's scent on it. It was a bit musky but not too strong. He wondered about what he would do at times like these.* *Nyrax shifts his head to look at Miss Hannah as she catches her breath.*

=Nyrax=

"I really do not know where to start. But I know people cannot simply punch a hole into another. I...do not know. Miss Hannah... I am..."

*Just say it...*

=Nyrax=

"...scared."

Fri Sep 03, 2010 1:20 pm by Dimple Pjenaqott

Hannah was still hyperventilating, her eyes wide and near-catatonic. Her mind was racing and sweat was matting hair to her brow.

I just killed him! I just killed him!
Well now, darlin', that's not quite true. You tore him a new hole b'fore...
Shut up, Larry! I really don't want to think about that.
Then you'll be doing both of yourselves a injustice.
What? Explain.
Think it through, darlin'. Remember that moment. Recall every minute detail of that horrific incident.
Use the Force, dear. I know you feel bad about what you've done, and in a way, that's a good thing. A good sign, that you're trying to change. But this once. You need to put your feelings aside, and focus on the incident.
O-okay...

Her breathing slows down, and she closes her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she pushes aside all her thoughts, emotions, and feeds them into a empty void, leaving them there. She draws in the Force, and delves deep, searching for understanding. Searching for answers. She found them soon enough.

You can't kill that which is already dead. Hannah opens her eyes, smilling. Nyrax would have noticed that Hannah's eyes were glowing with a bright yellow color. She takes both of the boys hands in her own, those same hands which just moments ago tore through flesh with a mere thrust, yet there was such gentleness, her hands were so soft and smooth. And warm, filled with care, like an older sister, or a mother would with her child. She gazed at Nyrax with eyes that had seen far more than sixteen years. She reassures him.

=Hannah Brightblade=

"There's nothing to be afraid of Nyrax. That thing was already dead long before we even saw him."

She releases his hands and turns around, picking up the lens that the gnarled old being had given to her before it went to its final rest.

=Hannah Brightblade=

"I understand now...sort of. That thing was once a man, perhaps someone I knew."

She turns to look at Nyrax, fixing him a steady gaze with those eerie yellow eyes.

=Hannah Brightblade=

"I know I look like I'm sixteen to you, right? Even I thought so. But I'm starting to remember things. Things from very, very long ago. Like four thousand years ago. I was different back then. Wicked. Someone still saw some good in me, I guess...because I'm still here. But I think some people weren't as forgiving. Because that ancient being was one of the Seekers. He'd traded his soul for an undying body, never to die until his quarry was found. I guess he didn't count on being around for so long, though, because his body didn't stop aging. And that language he spoke..."

She closed her eyes, recalling the words.

=Hannah Brightblade=

"Habila...my name is...was Habila. He said 'we've found you, Habila' in his native tongue. We...which means more of them will be coming. They want to kill me, for my past transgressions. I don't blame them. I would rather make amends than kill them. Though I feel they won't feel the same way. When I attacked the ancient one, I felt no soul leaving, no life force. He was long dead. Though, if they're all like him, then this probably won't be a problem."

She laughs softly, smilling mirthlessly.

=Hannah Brightblade=

"Somehow I doubt that. They're coming now, they have my 'scent'. They will not stop until they are dead, or I am."

She reaches out and caresses Nyrax's cheek.

=Hannah Brightblade=

"I should leave. They only want me, and if you're all out of the way, they won't hurt any of you...or dear Amond..."

She blushes when she realizes that she'd just called Amond 'dear' in front of Nyrax. Then smiles sheepishly.

Sat Sep 04, 2010 10:51 pm by Jak Corpos

Jak entered the nearest building from the spaceport, at last returning from deep space, his quest of true knowledge finally over.

Sun Sep 05, 2010 6:54 am by Amond Mudblade

*Nyrax eyes form into saucers at the touch and words of Miss Hannah. He finds it strange that he is being comforted by the same hands that have killed so easily.* *He turns to meet Miss Hannah with his puppy eyes in response to her touch.* *Ignoring the irony, he searches Miss Hannah's eyes for nothing in particular. He feels the truth in her voice anyway. But he looks into her eyes... for a connection because he cannot help but feel Miss Hannah's exact emotions.* *He sits up.*

=Nyrax=

"I grew up on Coruscant on a small spaceport ran by my parent. My father and mother were my only family and my only comfort. And since they were pilots, they let me in on the family business. I knew nothing else and I was happy. It did not bother me that I was doing flips on a medium freighter while other children my age were playing Jedi and Stormtrooper. And for a while... I began to form the idea that family equated with what my past was."

*He places his hands on his lap as if listening attentively.*

=Nyrax=

"But in a flash under the night sky, they were taken away leaving me alone. Not a clue was left save for the fact that they left me in the panic room in our home. For two years, I have searched for them going from planet to planet. I wanted my past at any cost. At least until I landed on Corellia... *Even the name of the planet is comforting.* That is where I met this large man and his brooding friend looking for a ride. I could not explain it myself but I let them in. But I can tell you this: I have found another family... one that I am not willing to give up."

*Nyrax pulls on his pants, trying to suppress his emotions.*

=Nyrax=

"Do not leave us, Miss Hannah. What ever that's following you, I am sure Sir Amond and Sir Krix- *He pauses and feels the rifle still strapped behind him.* ...AND myself can handle it with you. I... I do not want to lose my family..."

Mon Sep 06, 2010 10:52 pm by Alice Cousland

*The ship was eerily silent with most of the crew missing, and that Kix dude, or whatever, hadn't come 'round to bother her yet. Alice had found a nice bench of sorts to lay back on, crossing her booted legs and folding her hands under her head. She had been incredibly anti-social since coming aboard, and now the guilt nagged on her a touch. Not that she wanted to associate with that odd chick, but the shrimp, the comic and the loud-mouth Sithspit for brains didn't seem so bad. At least, not if Sithspit-head could keep his mouth shut about her drinking habits.*

*Alice savored the thought of burying her knuckles in his gut just once for his smart remark back on Anzat. There was no way she was going to let him pull some superiority card on her, or the systems in this damn ship would be plagued with errors and she'd be half way to Byss.* *A snide smile crept across her lips, but faded out.* *She had burned a lot of bridges in her days, but things with her ex had just about ruined any affection she felt towards other sentient beings. Perhaps it was time she get over it and make some allies...*

*She sat up and searched the empty room for a clue of the last remaining crew member's whereabouts. Giving up, she yelled to him; her irritating shout bouncing off the hard ship walls.*

"HEY! DUDE! WHERE ARE YOU!? COME TALK TO ME OR SOMETHING, HEY!?"

*Propped up by her out-stretched arms behind her, the tiny woman sat listening for a return holler or footsteps.*

Tue Sep 07, 2010 2:14 pm by Dimple Pjenaqott

Hannah looks at Nyrax, considering his words and thinking about everything he had said. She still felt that they would all be better off without her, but the boy's words tugged at her, when she realized how much emotions he had invested in this ship's motley crew. She smiles sheepishly as she finally comes to a decision.

=Hannah Brightblade=

"All right, I'll stay. I guess...I guess there's safety in numbers. And..."

She winces as Alice Cousland's shout rattled right through to her bones. Hannah slides her blade out of its sheath again, looking out from the quarters calculatively. The she tosses Nyrax a mischievious look.

=Hannah Brightblade=

"Although...maybe just one teensy-weensy kill wouldn't hurt...right?"

Wed Sep 08, 2010 4:16 am by Dimple Pjenaqott

Moneeqa Peyhra awakened. Rising from her small bed, the sleepy-eyed girl got on her feet and padded over to the bathroom to perform her daily routines. After that, she dressed in simple gear and headed out of her room. Entering Skip 1's proper, Moneeqa smiled cheerfully and wandered further ahead. Today promised to be an interesting day.

=Xandra Moddell=

"Another day in hell. Hey, Moneeqa..."

Moneeqa grinned at her long time friend, Xandra. The other girl, who seemed to enjoy wearing little to nothing, enjoyed waltzing around Skip 1, enticing men. While Moneeqa, the quieter, more peaceful one, favored going to work and minding her own business. She pats Xandra on the shoulder.

=Moneeqa Peyhra=

"Cheer up, Xandra. I'm sure you'll find some guy to con out of his money."

Xandra grins,

=Xandra Moddell=

"So true...in fact, I was thinking we could head to the Red Shift before you start work today. There's just...something there."

Moneeqa thinks about this for a while. It had been some time since she used the Force, but she wasn't out of practice. She searches through the asteroid, feeling and sensing. Then her silvery eyes glowed as she locked on something.

=Moneeqa Peyhra=

"You're right, there is something there. Let's go and see."

Without wasting more time, the two ladies quietly slip through the crowds and head for the Red Shift.

Wed Sep 08, 2010 4:44 am by Amond Mudblade

Alice Cousland wrote:"HEY! DUDE! WHERE ARE YOU!? COME TALK TO ME OR SOMETHING, HEY!?"

*Now Nyrax could not help but feel fearful on what may or may not happen on this Sithspit. He mostly fears for Miss Alice, however.

Now Little did Alice know that Krix was nearby. He had stopped "reading" Playhut and decided to watch the beautiful but brash creature before his eyes. Soft skin. Flowing raven black hair. Eyes with a piercing sparkle. A simple yet elegant pout. Long storybook legs. Yeeees... beautiful. If only he wasn't so torn between Alice and Hannah. Alas but a man would have to make a choice... just not now. Now the problem with approaching women is that you had to time it perfectly. You don't need your buddies messing it up for you. Krix is sure Amond and Nyrax didn't mean to but they were seriously throwing him off his game. Now is his chance.* *He steps out into the light and smiles at the gir- no... woman. He spins the seat next to her once, twice, thrice- okay four is too much... and sits.*

=Krix=

"Now now, my apple. No need to strain that beautiful voice of yours by shouting for me. I am but always here for you, babe."

*Giggidy.*

Thu Sep 09, 2010 2:52 pm by Marv

{Spaceport, Marv's and Adrien's Theta Shuttle}

*As Marv finished with the Z-6, Marv pulled up one of the DC-15S' and started cleaning it.*

Fri Sep 10, 2010 1:44 am by Alice Cousland

Krix wrote:"Now now, my apple. No need to strain that beautiful voice of yours by shouting for me. I am but always here for you, babe."

*Alice sat dumbfounded. Looking up at Krix, her mouth was crookedly agape, her one brow raised, the other set in frown.*

*What he was thinking, she did not know. Alice attempt to weigh out her options in a split second; either she castrate him, yell, rage ect. or she pretended to ignore the comment and did not raise any extra commotion. Was there not a moderate middle route!? She couldn't not say anything...it was her nature. But perhaps in a way where she didn't get booted when Amond returned.*

*After a moment of thought, Alice shook off the shock and reclaimed a look of false sweetness.*

"I will strain a lot more if you call me a fruit again..."

*Her tone was saturated with artificial sweetner...sounding like sugar, but bitter like aspartame.*

"I am incredibly bored. Have you a gym on board, or something I can entertain myself with!?"

Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:45 am by Amond Mudblade

=Krix=

"Oh of course, of course. You're more than just a fruit, babe."

*Now that he thought about it, the feel of having a turret on your hands keeps you preoccupied. It sucks that he didn't get to fire it but he's sure that the rest of the crew would be itching for something to do on this ship. Nyrax could have the ship on auto-pilot and be free for the rest of the trip. All Alice needs to do is punch in a few coordinates and she's golden. And as for the others... well, it's no surprise why Hannah wanted to go out for a walk as soon as they landed. But Amond was working on something however. He muttered something about making some personal space. Smart move.* *Krix looks at the room next to the storage room.*

=Krix=

"... And I think ol' Mudblade keeps something down yonder. He always talks about keeping your sanity so he might have something to do in there..."

*He winks at Alice before walking towards the room.* *Upon closer inspection of the door, Krix notes the smell of cleaning agents. Unlike the other doors of the ship, this one looks rusty, dirty, and unkempt. Krix thought it was just the custodian room, and when he opened the door, he found out he was right. Inside was an old desk and chair and some cleaning agents on one corner that Amond has yet to throw away.* *Krix smirks at the thought of his buddy taking over the least assuming room on the ship.* *But he shouldn't be surprised. Countryboy usually puts everyone's needs before his own. Not that he doesn't fill in for his needs; there's a large punching bag in the middle of the room.*

=Krix=

"Yo, beauty. You uhh... wanna train?' *He takes a wiff of the smell of detergent and laughs.* "That's if you don't mind the smell."

Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:30 am by Amond Mudblade

Hannah Brightblade wrote:"Although...maybe just one teensy-weensy kill wouldn't hurt...right?"

*Maybe this is his trauma speaking but is this not what Nyrax feared for in the first place? Sure, Miss Alice is a bit brash but Nyrax feels most of the crew has yet to go beyond that harsh exterior of hers. Afterall, he was the person who has spent the most time with her so far. And since he knows Miss Hannah is some what more reasonable, Nyrax knows the odds are in his favor in diffusing a potential bloodbath on board. It is not like Sir Amond, Sir Krix, or Miss Alice know what Miss Hannah is capable of.* *He stand up, placing himself between Miss Hannah and the door.*

=Nyrax=

"Please... Miss Hannah. It is enough that we have Sir Amond with the sick jokes on board. Miss Alice is fragile too...

Fri Sep 10, 2010 11:36 am by Dimple Pjenaqott

Hannah's humor died quickly at Nyrax's statement. She sighs and sheaths her blade, then pats him on the back. He took her statement quite a bit literally, and thought she'd actually want to kill Alice (as annoying and abrasive as her manner is, Hannah found the lady's nature to be growing on her). She smiles reassuringly at the youth.

=Hannah Brightblade=

"I'm sorry, Nyrax. I meant no true ill towards Alice. I won't kill her, all right?"

She leans in close and whispers in Nyrax's ear,

=Hannah Brightblade=

"But she doesn't need to know that."

She winks playfully at Nyrax. No matter what, she was still going to make that girl uneasy, every opportunity she gets.

Heheh, you're starting to become like your beloved.
Is that a bad thing?
Not at all, darlin', not at all. But it will be fun to see how the others react to you.

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