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| Damon | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 11:20 AM | Message # 31 |
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| Damon arched a brow, being approached by the droid GP, being told not to be serious its Havoc job, pulled aside.. Damon smirked, he didn't like droids, nor did he trust them , and made a mentaly note to himself.. if they ever came in range of any Jawas, GP would be going on a long vacation.. the droid received a low growl, from Damon, after he tapped him on the shoulder, then watched GP depart, he still smirked "Droids Blahh" he grumbled to himself .. on Havocs word load up, Damon moved forward, onto their next task, without another word keeping to himself..
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| Baird | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 12:15 PM | Message # 32 |
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| Would continue to stand next to Havoc, watching the fire display and what not. It then came to him. "Oh, right. One is going to have to ride in a smuggling department." He'd then turn his gaze over towards GP and nod some. "Droids can get put back together." He smirked slightly before flipping open his wrist pad, and pressing a button which would activate the Buurenar, it wasn't long until his ship was hovering over them all, it would eventually land behind them and the hatch would open. "You figure out who's going in the smuggling department." He'd pat Havoc on the shoulder then head into his ship and take his seat at the cockpit, waiting for his Rogue Jedi friend to come to him, and explain where they are going. He would normally take his helmet off when flying but since he's face was still unseen to everyone except his wife and kid, he'd keep it on.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Havoc | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 3:24 PM | Message # 33 |
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| He would look around to the rest of the men that were assembled. As Isez looked at GP as he commented about the smuggling compartment, Havoc came to a complete grin. "That is a negative. GP will be riding with me in the cockpit." His attention turned towards Fajra. "Pick your smallest person." he would then proceed towards the vessel with GP next to him.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 2009, 6:17 PM | Message # 34 |
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| His attention turned towards Fajra. "Pick your smallest person." "Huh?" she said, not catching on quite yet. She slid a slideways glance to her left and right, and then left and right again. Frowning, she started to walk after the Jedi. "Hey, hold on a minute!" she shouted as she approached him, nearly jogging to keep up with his strides. "I'm the smallest person here, but lemme tell ya...that droid does not call shotgun, because I already have shotgun." she cut a glare to the droid then, letting him know what was up. Her gaze would return to Havoc then, eyes bright and lips parted in a smile. "I'll see you in the cockpit!" she shouted and then dashed past Havoc and GP. Her small form would disappear into the vessel, where she would take her place next to Isez in the cockpit.
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| Damon | Date: Thursday, 17 Dec 2009, 1:03 AM | Message # 35 |
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| Damon followed his fellow soldlers towards the vessel, he caught the conversation between Fajra, and Havoc, his Commander darted past him disappearing out of sight onto the vessel.. he chuckled at GP.. turning to him befor he boarded, "looks like you get the smuggling compartment"... Damon chuckled again, and disappeared into the vessel...
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| Havoc | Date: Thursday, 17 Dec 2009, 12:58 PM | Message # 36 |
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| Havoc grinned as everyone begun to mention GP getting the smuggling compartment. This annoyed him greatly as he entered the vessel. "GP is not going in the effing compartment!!!" The roar of his voice would no doubt echo within the metalic hauls of the vessel. As to prove his point, He and GP would both proceed into the cockpit to find Fajra sitting in the co-pilot's seat. Grinning more, Havoc rushed behind her and grabbed her. Spinning around, he would hurl her back into the seat behind the co-pilot's chair. "Do not test me... Commander..." His voice darkened and his eyes narrowed a bit. Sitting down next to Isez, he looked at him. "Now the IMC has gone into hiding." Havoc looked at GP. "Access Exar's holomail account. Find the closest person to the IMC." GP nodded as he begun to use the computer in the cockpit to carry out such an order. Turning his attention to Isez, Havoc begun to mess around with the controls, naturally feeling his way across the panels. "Set a course for Hoth." He commented, doing half the work for him. He'd reach over and pull the lever before he realized that he was taking charge too much. Stopping himself, he would turn to GP. "Anything?" GP would face him. "I have something... Dannil Bo'Var." Havoc nodded. "Send him a message to contact my commlink." The answer was returned by clicks of a keyboard. Then with a few more clicks, GP nodded some. "Message sent, logging off of Exar's holomail... that way atleast it would take longer for them to track us." Havoc nodded and gazed back towards his mandalorian friend. "Whenever you're ready." He'd lean back.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _____ The message would read: Dear Dannil, How honorable it is to contact you from beyond the grave. Contact me at the following commlink frequency. Alpha Echo Zulu 0-4-6-3-6-3-7-4-9. I will be expecting your call. Exar Ray
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| Baird | Date: Thursday, 17 Dec 2009, 4:06 PM | Message # 37 |
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| Was sitting in the pilot seat while all the commotion went on. "Hell one of you can sit on the floor for all I care. Just shut up and hold on to something. These modifications weren't easy to come by." He said roughly with a growl at the end. He'd then smirk and punch in the coordinates for the Hoth System. "Snow. Cold and absolutely nothing to kill unless Wampa's are hunting TaunTauns. This better be worth it." Those were the last words he spoke, it was not long until the Buurenar would start up quickly. He'd reach over Havoc and flip a switch, thus activating boosters. "Were going to jump to light speed while on a planet. Isn't illegal techology fun!?" He said happily before he pulled lever and the ship would take off at the speed of light, from the planet heading through the hyperspace en route to Hoth.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Friday, 18 Dec 2009, 6:00 PM | Message # 38 |
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| She landed in the chair with an 'oomph,' her legs tangled and golden tresses obscuring her face. She inhaled sharply and blew out with her frustration, a stray lock lifted off nose and danced for a moment before falling back down. Her hazel eyes - green with a hint of topaz, glanced toward the detonator she held in her hand. In her silence she bid Idmaar good bye, something she'd done before but they always found themselves returning, this would be the last time. She tightened her grip around the detonator, leaving her thumb free...one...two...three...just before jumping into light speed, the Commander activated the detonator. She closed her eyes for a moment in quiet reflection, and just as if nothing had happend they fluttered open, lashes licking her skin and her lips upturned in that signature mischievous smile.
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| DannilBoVar | Date: Tuesday, 22 Dec 2009, 10:09 AM | Message # 39 |
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ATRISIANMININGCOMPLEX//ATRISIA//COREWORLD After the lunch meet with Fitzgerald, and a brief visit to two systems, Dannil found himself on the planet Atrisia, known to himself as Kitel Phard, though the old monarchical name was no longer used to refer to the planet. Presently, the good businessman was seated in one of the many luxurious high-backed leather chairs that decorated the conference room; all twelve chairs evenly spaced around a rectangular table. His eyes briefly skimmed through the report that he had received from one of the smaller companies that the InterGalactic Mining Core was attempting to bring under sway, but he said nothing about what was contained on the document. Paranoia, from past events to be sure, seemed to be highlighted in the new Dannil. “Everything is in order,” Dannil agreed finally, glancing at the woman seated at the opposite end of the table. She rose, having permitted him privacy to review the document, and then proceeded towards him. Once at the foot of the table where Dannil sat, she gently eased herself atop the table, her eyes sparkling with malice for a moment. “I won’t allow my company to be destroyed, just so you know. Atrisia is in good terms with the New Republic, and it would be suicide to jeopardize such a thing because of corporate endeavours.” “I assure you Madam Debouffeine, that I have every intention of protecting your corporation. I just need to have eyes and ears within the Core. You are free to conduct your business as you see fit, and the merger will not be added to the IMC books officially, but you will be able to draw upon the pool of resources that we have.” A lie, since the InterGalactic Mining Core had been crippled (albeit only slightly) by pulling out of the Republic. Since then, three corporations had been formed, and two retained, to help bring in minimal incomes, and act mostly as a network of ears for the IMC. With the new Atrisia Mining, Dannil hoped to increase his sway. But he had to be careful. “Very well. If this concludes our business...” “It does. Excuse me,” Dannil grabbed his link which had been chirping for the past thirty seconds, and answered it quickly. “Bo’Var here, voice authenticate.” ~ ~ ~ Authentication Confirmed. You have an incoming call from the Planet Sneeve, will you accept charges? ~ ~ ~ “Go ahead.” ~ “Sir, we have a message that has been flagged, someone looking to contact yourself, and using your old system. We’ve sent a default return address stating that the messaging server has been shut down—but I’ve forwarded the new comm. frequency to your mobile.” ~ “Thank you.” Dannil ended the link, quickly adjusting the frequency and opening the link, “This is Dannil; I heard I’ve been sought after?”
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Dannil Bo'Var
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InterGalactic Mining Core and Subsidiaries
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| Havoc | Date: Tuesday, 22 Dec 2009, 1:14 PM | Message # 40 |
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| (OOC: Thread ended. Continued here)
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