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My name is Bailey, Agent, Trip or 43. I am versatile in roleplay topics, though I prefer to do almost anything in the fantasy realm. I'd be willing to rp with anybody, as long as you have enough patience to deal with my awkward personality and sometimes poor grammar. My PMs are open to discussing rps.
Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above!
I talk too much sometimes, sorry
Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above!
I talk too much sometimes, sorry
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"Can you make sure everybody is where they're-" He was cut off by the sudden rocking of the ship as the Andromeda separated from the Republic shuttle. He braced against it, muttered an insult that was meant for Kissimi though she wasn't there, and stood. "That should hold," He noted, forgetting Bane was there as he turned and hurried to the cockpit.
Kissimi slid into the seat, strapping in and indicating for Pira to do the same. The two spoke in hushed voices, even though they were almost completely alone. The wolves didn't count to either of them. Both were thinking different things, and the conversation was rather slow, not going anywhere really.
"Identify yourself."
"Casey Rivers, captain of the Andromeda. Merchant." Kissimi answered, using her regular code name and profession. She'd done this too often to mess up.
"Ah. Greetings again, Rivers. Permission granted."
"Thanks," She clicked through the comm system for the right channel and manuvered the ship to a point where she could get in contact with the scrap yard, which probably had a place for her to land. "Graveyard Scrap, this is Casey Rivers. Do you copy?"
"Copy, Rivers. Coming in for a landing?"
"Can I bring friends? I have a lightsaber I can give you if you let me."
Kissimi and Pira Jackson
Kissimi slid into the seat, strapping in and indicating for Pira to do the same. The two spoke in hushed voices, even though they were almost completely alone. The wolves didn't count to either of them. Both were thinking different things, and the conversation was rather slow, not going anywhere really.
"Identify yourself."
"Casey Rivers, captain of the Andromeda. Merchant." Kissimi answered, using her regular code name and profession. She'd done this too often to mess up.
"Ah. Greetings again, Rivers. Permission granted."
"Thanks," She clicked through the comm system for the right channel and manuvered the ship to a point where she could get in contact with the scrap yard, which probably had a place for her to land. "Graveyard Scrap, this is Casey Rivers. Do you copy?"
"Copy, Rivers. Coming in for a landing?"
"Can I bring friends? I have a lightsaber I can give you if you let me."
The pilot was almost finished.
She leaned her head against the frame, closing her eyes. "Look. I haven't spoken to the Council in months, and the kids aren't being very open about their mission. I probably know less than you do on that front. Now if you don't mind, we're wasting fuel. We can figure this out at a later date." She kept her voice even and calm, but she was getting a tiny bit agitated. She knew she wouldn't have enough fuel in her ship to stay in the air much longer, and the Republic ship would have less than she did. It was a matter of logistics. Fuel isn't easy to find as is, and I already need to trade for a second port for the Republic ship. I'm lucky Andromeda doesn't look Republic, or I wouldn't get a single spot. They're hostile towards me even then, just knowing I can use the Force. It'd be better if the others just got off Lothal as soon as possible. Better for me, for them, for everybody.
"I suggest you use this ship's comm system to contact the Council. If you do, let them know Mace Window is dead, will you?" With that, Kissimi moved around the door and began the very short walk to her own ship, letting the airlock slide shut behind her.
Kissimi
She leaned her head against the frame, closing her eyes. "Look. I haven't spoken to the Council in months, and the kids aren't being very open about their mission. I probably know less than you do on that front. Now if you don't mind, we're wasting fuel. We can figure this out at a later date." She kept her voice even and calm, but she was getting a tiny bit agitated. She knew she wouldn't have enough fuel in her ship to stay in the air much longer, and the Republic ship would have less than she did. It was a matter of logistics. Fuel isn't easy to find as is, and I already need to trade for a second port for the Republic ship. I'm lucky Andromeda doesn't look Republic, or I wouldn't get a single spot. They're hostile towards me even then, just knowing I can use the Force. It'd be better if the others just got off Lothal as soon as possible. Better for me, for them, for everybody.
"I suggest you use this ship's comm system to contact the Council. If you do, let them know Mace Window is dead, will you?" With that, Kissimi moved around the door and began the very short walk to her own ship, letting the airlock slide shut behind her.
Kissimi
Kissimi sent Pira and the white wolf ahead and leaned against the doorframe. "I'm not sure it's me they trust," She sighed, "It's more likely they trust the wolves. As for whether I take them, well, I can even though I'd rather not. Then again, I'm not sure the Council didn't just send them so they could get them off-world." Her words carried a slight bitterness toward the Council, having been away from contacting them for years. She was pretty sure they didn't even know Mace Windu was dead. She was careful to word her theory as simply that- as a theory- but she guessed it was probably true. She wasn't ready for a Padawan and wanted one much less. The wolves were her companions, not a child.
The pilot looked up and took a few parts, nodding his thanks and doing his best to finish the job so they could land.
Pira didn't share that bad feeling. Probably because she was a child. She trusted Kissimi and liked spending time in the company of the wolves. Speaking of the wolves, the white wolf lifted her head suddenly and looked toward the door. Pira followed the wolf's gaze to where Kissimi was standing.
"Pira. We should get back to my ship and find a spot to land," Kissimi spoke firmly, but not harshly.
Pira nodded and the wolf stood, padding over to its master and nuzzling her hand. Pira nodded to Megara then trailed after Kissimi, silent. This will be interesting. I wouldn't mind if either one of them trained me, honestly, but I kind of want Master Kissimi to train me. I don't know what I should do!
Pira Jackson and Kissimi
Pira didn't share that bad feeling. Probably because she was a child. She trusted Kissimi and liked spending time in the company of the wolves. Speaking of the wolves, the white wolf lifted her head suddenly and looked toward the door. Pira followed the wolf's gaze to where Kissimi was standing.
"Pira. We should get back to my ship and find a spot to land," Kissimi spoke firmly, but not harshly.
Pira nodded and the wolf stood, padding over to its master and nuzzling her hand. Pira nodded to Megara then trailed after Kissimi, silent. This will be interesting. I wouldn't mind if either one of them trained me, honestly, but I kind of want Master Kissimi to train me. I don't know what I should do!
"Dunno. Ask her, not me." The pilot grumbled as the wires in his hand sparked and he had to drop them.
Something crossed Pira's face that was almost unreadable. Something between a mix of hope and sadness. She studied the wolf's head, debating what to say. Eventually, she went with an answer that left it up to the two Jedi Masters. "You'd have to talk to Master Kissimi about that." She was torn between wanting to stay with Kissimi and the wolves or getting better training with somebody more experienced. The wolf nuzzled her hand and licked the girl's face, picking up on her indecision.
Pira Jackson
Something crossed Pira's face that was almost unreadable. Something between a mix of hope and sadness. She studied the wolf's head, debating what to say. Eventually, she went with an answer that left it up to the two Jedi Masters. "You'd have to talk to Master Kissimi about that." She was torn between wanting to stay with Kissimi and the wolves or getting better training with somebody more experienced. The wolf nuzzled her hand and licked the girl's face, picking up on her indecision.
The pilot sighed. "She already knows. She won't undock with us until the one kid is back on her ship though," He answered.
Pira shrugged, finishing up and stepping back. "Chase was sent for you. I was sent so Chase would go, but we didn't expect to meet Master Kissimi. Once we're back at the Temple, I'll probably go back to my studies," She replied, sitting down with her legs crossed on the floor. She looked up and reached out a hand as the white wolf passed the door. The wolf lifted its head then came and lay down, head across the girl's lap. Pira smiled and stroked the wolf. "I'm hoping not though."
Pira Jackson
Pira shrugged, finishing up and stepping back. "Chase was sent for you. I was sent so Chase would go, but we didn't expect to meet Master Kissimi. Once we're back at the Temple, I'll probably go back to my studies," She replied, sitting down with her legs crossed on the floor. She looked up and reached out a hand as the white wolf passed the door. The wolf lifted its head then came and lay down, head across the girl's lap. Pira smiled and stroked the wolf. "I'm hoping not though."
The pilot sighed. "We can't reenter droid airspace until we have shields up, not with the other ship docked onto us."
Pira moved forward and took Megara's hands in her own, wrapping them gently. "Master Kissimi can keep an eye on us with Bane until you're fully healed. My brother is an imbecile and I don't know why he's even here. Truth is, I don't even know why both of us are here," She admitted quietly, not making eye contact as she spoke.
Pira Jackson
Pira moved forward and took Megara's hands in her own, wrapping them gently. "Master Kissimi can keep an eye on us with Bane until you're fully healed. My brother is an imbecile and I don't know why he's even here. Truth is, I don't even know why both of us are here," She admitted quietly, not making eye contact as she spoke.
The pilot looked up. "Yeah, please. We need parts we don't have, unfortunately." The pilot answered, turning his attention back to the task at hand.
Pira nodded, not minding that the Jedi didn't yet know her name. "Pira," She told the Jedi quietly, moving to stand nearby and watch Megara with a curious gaze. "The real question is: are you okay?" Her tone was kind, but carried a hint of worry, both for the Jedi and for her brother. As always. Pira Jackson playing cleanup crew for her brother's mess, She thought bitterly, though said bitterness wasn't displayed by her physically. She knew Chase always played games, but she also knew she always ended up taking the fall for it or cleaning up after it- or both half the time. After this, I'm done being his friend. I've seen how other kids treat their siblings. I can just ignore him.
Pira Jackson
Pira nodded, not minding that the Jedi didn't yet know her name. "Pira," She told the Jedi quietly, moving to stand nearby and watch Megara with a curious gaze. "The real question is: are you okay?" Her tone was kind, but carried a hint of worry, both for the Jedi and for her brother. As always. Pira Jackson playing cleanup crew for her brother's mess, She thought bitterly, though said bitterness wasn't displayed by her physically. She knew Chase always played games, but she also knew she always ended up taking the fall for it or cleaning up after it- or both half the time. After this, I'm done being his friend. I've seen how other kids treat their siblings. I can just ignore him.
The pilot had almost finished repairing the shields, but even he knew his poor repair job probably wouldn't last. The pilot was in no manner a mechanic, and that was always problematic. While he was working, he was also muttering. "Disrespectful kids... shouldn't have signed up for this... bloody dogs..." were only bits of his quiet rant. He was regretting his life choices, but there wasn't any way to undo his decisions now.
Pira actually smiled a little, but she was giving Chase a death glare while he tried to hide from her in his book. She relaxed her gaze and nodded.
"Yeah. I can try. Maybe she'll have some interesting stories!" The little girl sounded hopeful. "If she's in the mood after Chase's actions. I really hate when he-" She quieted suddenly, realizing she was saying her thoughts under her breath, and would probably be reprimanded if anybody had heard, especially Kissimi- who hadn't appeared to hear her.
She loved stories, and they almost always made up for Chase's antics when she requested them. Then again, she was the well behaved sibling and Chase was the living dark side when it came to misbehaving. Besides, if stories didn't work, she had other tricks up her sleeve that she could use. She often had to play clean-up for Chase and had become a master of doing so.
"If that's okay with Master Kissimi, of course," Pira added, realizing that with two Master Jedi on the ship, this would be an interesting dynamic.
Meanwhile, Chase looked like he regretted his life. Why did she do that? I guess I have to deal with that now. I miss the Temple. They just let me be there and I didn't get yelled at unless I damaged something. And what's Pira's problem? She used to be so nice to me! He thought, trying to get back into reading his book until it was yanked out of his hand.
"Hey!" He whined, "That's mine!"
Kissimi had lifted her hand just slightly and the book tore itself from Chase's hands and flew into hers. "And this will be mine until you apologize and learn how to behave yourself. We'll discuss your behavior on a later date," She ignored Chase's whining, giving Pira a nod and watching the child scurry away before turning and returning to her own ship.
Of course, the white wolf sat where she had been standing, and stared fangs at Chase until he muttered a quiet apology- that he probably didn't mean- and turned away from Bane, kicking at the bed's sheets until he got under them. He curled up, trying not to think about Pira. Just two days ago, she was the clingy little girl who wouldn't leave his side unless he wanted her to do something, but now she was the complete opposite. Instead, she clung to Master Kissimi like a tick to a dog. He hated it.
Pira and Chase Jackson, and Kissimi
Pira actually smiled a little, but she was giving Chase a death glare while he tried to hide from her in his book. She relaxed her gaze and nodded.
"Yeah. I can try. Maybe she'll have some interesting stories!" The little girl sounded hopeful. "If she's in the mood after Chase's actions. I really hate when he-" She quieted suddenly, realizing she was saying her thoughts under her breath, and would probably be reprimanded if anybody had heard, especially Kissimi- who hadn't appeared to hear her.
She loved stories, and they almost always made up for Chase's antics when she requested them. Then again, she was the well behaved sibling and Chase was the living dark side when it came to misbehaving. Besides, if stories didn't work, she had other tricks up her sleeve that she could use. She often had to play clean-up for Chase and had become a master of doing so.
"If that's okay with Master Kissimi, of course," Pira added, realizing that with two Master Jedi on the ship, this would be an interesting dynamic.
Meanwhile, Chase looked like he regretted his life. Why did she do that? I guess I have to deal with that now. I miss the Temple. They just let me be there and I didn't get yelled at unless I damaged something. And what's Pira's problem? She used to be so nice to me! He thought, trying to get back into reading his book until it was yanked out of his hand.
"Hey!" He whined, "That's mine!"
Kissimi had lifted her hand just slightly and the book tore itself from Chase's hands and flew into hers. "And this will be mine until you apologize and learn how to behave yourself. We'll discuss your behavior on a later date," She ignored Chase's whining, giving Pira a nod and watching the child scurry away before turning and returning to her own ship.
Of course, the white wolf sat where she had been standing, and stared fangs at Chase until he muttered a quiet apology- that he probably didn't mean- and turned away from Bane, kicking at the bed's sheets until he got under them. He curled up, trying not to think about Pira. Just two days ago, she was the clingy little girl who wouldn't leave his side unless he wanted her to do something, but now she was the complete opposite. Instead, she clung to Master Kissimi like a tick to a dog. He hated it.
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