Almosegosum

Star Wars: Scav's

Dr. Khava Marr

@frapet @Korkoa

Dr. Marr sat back in the seat. He kept his eyes open and his hand clenched together. "I don't know enough to make that decision. You do not know enough to make that decision. We might have limited communication, but they might not. They might not have any reinforcements, but then again they might have entire squads in proximity, hidden from our sight. YOUR addled mind might think that the worst they will do to us when caught would be a few years in a labour camp... you have not seen what I have. What they will do to me - to us." Marr's breath came quicker as he looked at the ship, which they seemed to still be creeping up on.

He closed his eyes again, but this time instead of yellow eyes he saw the fabled Kaminoan Bio-Cron. The registry that is updated every week and moved within the Imperial Science division. Every new edition filled with the latest research. research fuelled by a limitless pool of credits and resources. They were most likely already three cycles ahead of him. His teeth gnashed at the thought. Those morons did not know how good they had it. They did not have the live in near squalor, pouring every penny into second rate tech, while making themselves subject to the whims of gangsters and those who associate with them. He felt the rage building before he could stop it. Rage was bad. Rage made his envy more palpable. It subverted reason. He should not agree---

He wanted that fucking Holocron. He deserved it. If they could get that ship, he could laud the prices of the equipment, and how they could sell it to the captain. it should not be too hard to swipe the database before they notice it. He could not let the captain know of it though... or at least not it's value. Probably more than all of the equipment the might find combined.

"I need a percentile. What do you think are our chances of making it out of here, without them actually being able to alert anyone? Of us disabling their ability to move, and communicate?" Marr sifted through his mind to try and find out anything he could about how the escorts worked with these ships, as well as the security - unfortunately he cam up short. They would have a few guards, but beyond that he never really cared about these kinds of things - and in turn never paid attention to them.

Through the Portal

Dr Eric Caron

Dr. Caron got up from where he was sat, and took a deep breath - keeping his eyes on the largest of the four - he expanded his psychic presence. While not something physically observable - animals and to a lesser extent, humanoids could feel it much like a pressure on their spirits. Making a tentative psychic connection to the wolves - he conveyed feelings of reluctance for conflict, but the willingness to destroy should a challenge be made. He did his best to channel his irritation at the situation into a stance that conveyed similar ideas. "I have never killed a wolf before - but I am cold, and this coat is doing nothing for it." His eyes flicked to the others before it went back to the wolves. False bravado. "Remember, The first law of conflict, never split - either the party or damage. We take out the leader first if needed."

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

Awe yea, we are back! I missed Malacoda so much. I will wait for a response from our resident mummy before he will respond... and let loose the hounds of hell!!!

The X-Pendibles

@rocketrobie2@pyroman@GrizzTheMauler@LadyRunic

Christopher Harris

Christopher peered at his peers, moving cautiously into the bank. The floor immediately worried him, and he took a deep breath - lightening himself to the point where his steps were more for show than anything else. Taking a pamphlet He walked over to a seating area that really left one wanting. As he perused the gibberish dreamt up by some or other marketing department, he recalled the fanfare his father would always be subject to, should he ever deign to visit the local banks. This utter disregard was something new. It was something that Christopher found himself liking. His eyes lifted from his reading, and looked over the room. Nothing of much note. Small, probably specialising in micro-short-term fiance. Obviously having seen better days - his eyebrow raised at the floor once more. Understaffed, minimal security - probably never actually had a theft before. Looking over the people - their clothes and styles - community dependency leading to communal policing? interesting. One main entrance, few windows. He stifled a snort as he looked at the other's in his group, trying to be inconspicuous. Hopefully, they were more obvious to him because he knew they were trying not to be. Flinging the Pamphlet to the side, he got up from the uncomfortable chair as the paper fluttered onto a side table next to him.

Rolling his shoulders and neck, he started towards the Inquiries counter and flashed his best smarmy grin at the lady - ignoring the sounds coming from the restroom. With a raised eyebrow and squared shoulders, he addressed her in a lower register than normal, channelling his father - and succeeding with alarming accuracy.

"Greetings, My name is Christopher Harris. I've recently immigrated to this country - Purely for academic purposes of course, and I find myself in a bit of a pickle - I have just now spotted the most beautifully restored 59 Corvette Roadster. Naturally I need it, and the owner ran up the price before ceding. As it is, I need to move and then withdraw - cash - from Travel account before end of day. You can manage One Fifty right? I am willing to pay to expedite the process." He smiled at her once more, and rose an eyebrow.

It should take a while for her to get permission to move that much on such short notice, and then of course she will need to organise it with the manager - before there will be a waiting period for the RSA bank to okay the transfer. All in all, a good few hours secured. The lady clearly did not expect this, and asked him to wait while she inquires whether or not they will actually be able to help him, or offer him a referral. He sighed, as she scuttled off.

@pyroman (I am assuming that you will speak for the help)

Star Wars: Scav's

Sorry, family weekend. Kept away from Civilisation by threats better left untested. Back now. @Korkoa @frapet

Through the Portal

Dr Eric Caron

Dr. Caron glared at the darkness around the camp. He had not been very happy to travel around the wilds, been very happy to meet the new people and interesting cultures, ecstatic over the though of learning and mastering magic, and now he was again miserable - in the forest, quite near where they first arrived. His eyes flicked to the fire, looking across the others, before he looked towards the woods again. "I am afraid that might... are you sure you wish to go scavenging alone? Perhaps we should stay together. I can't sense any people out there, but there is something out there-" He sighed and rubbed his temples - He could really do with a drink. "The jerky does not seem that bad, right?" He looked at the other man, Williams was it? - He did seem rather competent, but they had only been at it for a few months. Out of habit and nerves, he straightened his tie and dusted off his pants, before he looked at the woods again.

The X-Pendibles

@rocketrobie2@pyroman@GrizzTheMauler@LadyRunic

Christopher Harris

Christopher looked at her, his face contorting. She was the tiger from earlier. She seemed to be channeling some kind of pseudo-enlightened naturalist position - something he did not appreciate. It was all good and well to feel sorry for insulting someone you had just met - but when they continue to challenge your ire then perhaps that initial dislike was more well founded than anyone might have realized. He rose an eyebrow - plastering a smirk on his mouth. His eyes flicked between the other's, noting Heidi's words, and her reserved distress - the teleporter whom he still felt a little bad about insulting earlier, before finally fixing on the animorph once more. There was no reason for panic. Everything might go wrong, but then again - most likely, it won't prove fatalistic. Their caretakers were professionals after-all. "Hardly, all experience can be boiled down to reactionary systems within the observable world, and the statistical variants that govern the outcomes of these reactions. Very few things are assured, I grant you - but then again, the things you do claim assuredness of are merely your expectations of these phenomena and your internalized comparison of past similar situations. Therefore yes, life is never a surety, but our assumptions as to the continuation of life need not be. An entire field of mathematics and finance could attest to that. So no need for your fatalistic dramatics." He sat back and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine. He just needed to relax and learn from this experience.

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

yea, I will as well. I liked this character quite a lot.

The X-Pendibles

@rocketrobie2@pyroman@GrizzTheMauler@LadyRunic

Christopher Harris

Christopher sat down in the ship, his face conveying the rather large amount of worry flooding his mind. He had barely known these people for an hour, he had no combat training whatsoever, his gross motor skills were lacking due to his sedentary lifestyle, and his powers were very erratic. he knew that there was some kind of mindset that when in, he could control it rather easily, but then again - he did not know how to always get into that mindset, and then there was the fact that while in any other mindset he had little to no control over his powers. This was going to be a massive shitshow. He could just feel it. He peered over to the girl who had tried scare him off with her teeth. Was it normal for many mutants to have some or other feral mutation? fascinating.

"So... Uhm... is this normal... for a field trip?" He looked around at the others, while trying to keep his voice level. "I am just wondering, because I have yet to update my life insurance." he gave a few enthused laughs before he became quiet again, looking between everyone for an answer.

Star Wars: Scav's

Dr. Khava Marr

@frapet @Korkoa

Dr. Marr had been silently ignoring the other for a while, peering out of the windows and perusing the scanners when they offered either a bleep or a bloop. 'down to a science - bah... where had he heard that before? imbecile. He did not even bother offering an apology to the man about the handling. None of Marr's business? Who did he think he was? If his eyes had been diluted but an increment more, Marr would have reported him to the captain and demanded another pilot. While they were flying however, he could feel the high receding - and the other man's hormonal system re-calibrate. The heady hormonal cocktail that spread over the doctor was nothing if not unexpected. Crippled with dread indeed... Naturally he knew that they felt emotions, but emotions don't linger after the people who produce them leave... If he could do this? perhaps a unique evolutionary strain? the ability would be - would have so much potential? Dr. Marr could feel his hands wanting to reach forward and grab some of the Pilot's hair - but resisted the urge. Then the beeping started.

"If you are quite done with your melodrama, you might realize that my race too experiences the inner workings of proximate other races - I am well aware of your unusual emphatic levels... yet only one of us seemingly possesses the willpower to not resort to... soporiferous crutches." He remained quiet from then on wards as the other took his many readings. As they came in, something began nagging at Marr. They seemed familiar. The manner in which the latent data signals were formatted seemed eerily familiar. He closed his eyes to try and recall what it was, ignoring the beeps, pressing Roka's emotional turmoil from his mind, until eventually his mind was quiet and he could recall effectively. Codes... he had seen them before. In passing. Not his department. The ship was to be flown by the crew - he had to focus on the wor--- the work? His eyes flew open. The empire. Science division.

just as the thoughts flooded over his mind did they both spot the Empire Science Division craft. It brought back so many memories to Marr, of a life that now feels an age away. This was a trap. He was sure of it. They were going to kill him. "I - We- we should not be here. That ship should not be here. This is a trap. I am sure of it. WE have to go back. We have to get out of-" Then again... That thing could be filled with the latest cloning tech. Just the residual resources would speed his work up years. Risk it? should he? No... even if it were empty of threats, he could not take the risk. There was still too much to do. "Yes... we, should get reinforcements, or have a more skilled group take this one." While his voice did not waver inside he could feel a multitude of emotions, fear, burning envy, suppressed ambition, fear. His eyes flicked to his hand that seemed to be shaking slightly. He closed his eyes and tried to force his hand to calm, but behind his lids he saw to yellow eyes peering at him from beneath a cowl, a cackling 'well done' as he was standing in a line with a group of other scientists in a dark throne room. "...we have to leave here."