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Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Neb

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The ride to the mission location was thankfully short. Stuck in the cramped metal box with a bunch of others was a bit of a personal hell for Neb, so she spent the trip with her eyes closed and tried to distract herself by humming small snippets of song she knew; it even worked…somewhat.

When the rig stopped and Jayce began to lay out the plan, she opened her eye and took in the details. ”So,” She quipped, doing a quick double check on her F-11 as she spoke. ”The plan is to kick the door in and blast anyone dumb enough to shoot back? Simple but effective…I like it.” Following Jayce and the padawan, Neb moved into a ‘stack up’ position and waited for the charge to blow.

Like the others she was in hard on the heel of the flashbangs, and quietly kicking herself for not seeing if they’d‘ve let her raid the base armoury for some thermal detonators…those were always a hit. A snap shot took a guard in the head and he dropped like a puppet with cut strings, which was followed by a flurry of shots from the dead man’s companions.

Ducking and weaving, Neb just about made it to cover when an impact to her right shin knocked her off balance and sent her tumbling; fortunately her reactions were quick enough that she was at least able to guide her fall so that she did end up behind the cover she’d been. ”Sithspit!” She hissed, looking at the charred remains of her pant leg and the exposed durasteel shin underneath. Getting back to her feet, she poked her head out for a moment, which immediately drew fire; but that was fine, she’d seen enough. After a mental five count, she popped out from the other side of the crate she was behind and opened fire.

Several guards had gone to ground and where firing from behind a knocked over table that was, annoyingly, apparently sturdy enough to block blaster bolts for the moment. However, Neb wasn’t shooting at the guards or the table, she was taking shots at some barrels she’d seen with lovely ‘flammable’ and ‘explosive’ warning labels on them. The barrel she hit exploded in a rather large fireball that in turn set off the one next to it, and rolled a sudden inferno over the hunkered down guards. One caught the brunt of the blast and was dead before he’d realized what’d happened, while the remaining ones were forced to abandon their now burning cover.

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@Arthanus Sure thing

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Neb

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The announcement that the mission was underway was good to hear, the sight of the probably cramped APC wasn’t. C’mon…how else you think we’d get there? Walk? Fly? Snipers or AA would have us dead in minutes. She thought, chastising herself.

When Kaiden announced his intention, she made a small wave. ”Well if I wanna get paid I guess a better come along too.” Before she could make a move towards the machine though, she was interrupted by a hologram of all things. She’d seen the new arrivals, the big cather male giving the ‘stink eye’ to the jedi, but she’d assumed the hologram was just some sort of computer assistant; Neb had encountered those before, but they had no real ‘intelligence’, no initiative.

Getting what most organics would call ‘uncomfortably close’, she watched the holograms reaction before backing off with a laugh. ”Well hot damn, there’s a brain behind that light show.” Still smiling, she regarded the cathari looking projection. ”Freelancers doing a little smuggler hunting nailed the ship I was on, found me and took me in…I was pretty young. Not really an escape, just got lucky.”

She shrugged, seemingly dismissing the most important event in her life so far. No use dwelling on what was. C’mon we’ve got some people to kill in the name of peace. She added, laughing once again.
_@Macro

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

Yui Ren

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Moving deeper into the Temple, Yui had slung her rifle, figuring that if they were ambushed, her blade would be more useful; but the snakemen were content to merely make their presence known, without actively harassing them…that made her nervous. An enemy that did that was certain that whatever plans it lay ahead of its foe would be enough to carry the day.

As they pushed through another set of doors, the trap was sprung, and enemies began to boil out on the attack. With practiced ease, Yui brought her rifle forward and took a knee, bringing her weapon to bear on the Queen. Cut off the head and the snake dies. A nice thought, but obviously the Queen saw her intention and flashed an arrow at her before she could steady her aim. With a ‘yelp’ as she ducked the arrow, barely, Yui took a snap shot. Riding the recoil like before, she reloaded. One more… Another snap shot at the three that were pressing on Allant, then she grounded her gun and rose with her blade. Moving into the fray, she went to improve the odds Allant was facing.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

I'd say we move on. He's had plenty of time to either post or at least drop you a PM.

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Neb

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The mando’s comments about Ryloth bounced off of Neb like dust off a deflector shield. She was about to reply when a rodian stepped in to try and simmer things down…for all the good that did. Instead she replied with a smile and a slow shake of her head, her lekku swaying slowly back and forth.

”That is the problem with you Mando ‘hard boys’…” She replied, waving towards his tense grip. ”Always so quick to take offence.” Yawning a bit, she shifted her rifle from one shoulder to another, a sign she didn’t see the mandalorian as an imminent threat. ”As for Ryloth? It’s just another dirt ball I haven’t been to. I was born a slave to one of those people that like to hire Mando ‘hard boys’ to swagger about and make ’em look like their king shits of whatever dung pile they’re squatting on. You wanna piss me off hard boy, you’ll need to do better than that.”
_@vancexentan

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Neb

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More folks began to filter in, eyeing one another up, and making a few cursory introductions. Neb found herself shifting from foot to foot as her desire to get on with it built. Easy there, She chided herself. The shit-hole of a city will still be there when you get to it.

Cocking her head, she listened to Kaiden, replying with a chuckle. ”Yeah,” She replied, shaking her head. ”If there is one galactic constant, it is stupidity.” Reaching into her coat once more, she took another swig of Jet Juice, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand. The little wink from Jaida sent Neb’s mind briefly down a dirty little mynoc hole, but she quickly exerted some self-control over that.

More folks approached, one of them being a kind of heavy set human that looked vaguely familiar; the sense of vague familiarity grew slightly when she heard the name ‘Wes Arrel’. She couldn’t put a finger on why he seemed familiar, and it was going to bug her until she got that sorted out. Worked a job together? No…hmmm Trying to run down that thread was disturbed as the newest arrival showed up. Fucking Mando… She thought rolling her eyes. Leaning towards Kaiden once more, she poked him softly in the side with an elbow and made a little motion towards the Mandalorian. ”Republic is hiring Mando ‘hard boys’ now are they? You folks must be getting desperate.” She added, smirking. ”I’ve met industrial droids with better senses of humor than most Mandos.”

_{@Vampire Stepdad@vancexentan@Riffus Maximus@SantosGabriel77}

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Neb

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Neb woke with an annoyed grunt as the ship touched down. Gamorria already? She thought with a yawn. Damn… She’d been running on too little sleep as it was the past few days, and she’d been looking forward to catching up on it, but that was obviously not to be. Standing, she stretched before picking up her F-11 from where she’d stowed it, and slung it over a shoulder.

Following, what she was pretty sure was a Jedi and his apprentice, off ship, Neb reached into her coat for her bottle of Jet Juice. Taking a swig, she stashed the bottle once more and tuned out Gallowin. She’d heard the ‘hardass military commander’ bit so many times it was just background noise. Once the holomaps had been handed out, she took a look at it before dropping it into her bag. Standing there, waiting for the job to kick off in earnest, she sighed before noticing a figure approaching. Shit, She thought, looking over the woman as she walked up. Things must be bad on the ground it they’re willing to hire locals…cute though.

Nodding in acknowledgement, she gave Jadia a smile. ”Neb’cezi, or just ‘Neb’ for short. You our tour guide?” She quipped.
_{@Riffus Maximus}

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Neb

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Neb’cezi

Name: Neb'cezi (Neb)
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 25-30 (Not sure)
Gender: Female

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Appearance: Like most twi’lek’s, Neb is of a slender build and average height, maxing out at about 5’7” and 130lbs. Her skin is a dark teal, with lekku that reach down to the small of her back, while her eyes are a rich emerald green.

For clothing she favours slim cut pants and military-style boots to hide her prosthetic legs, and a fitted button up shirt under a waist length coat. She keeps her pistol in a leather chest rig on her left side, her rifle slung over her back when not needed, and her blade in a small-of-back sheath. Her other various odds and ends, she keeps in a thigh bag that’s strapped to her right thigh.

Personality:Friendly and up beast mostly, she does her best to not let the galaxy get her down and takes things as they come. That said, she has a cold and hard spot in her heart of slavers and pirates.

Occupation: Gun-for-hire, anti-pirate/slaver contractor.

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History: Neb doesn’t really know her early life; while the memories may be there, they’ve been repressed and she has no intention of digging them up. What she does know is that she was born a slave to some minor crime lord in the Outer Rim, and that she got ‘lucky’ in the fact that her Master didn’t like his females that young. Instead she was sent into the maintenance sheds and earned her keep from an early age worming her way into machinery to help fix things that her ‘bosses’ couldn’t get to. This did have the positive effect of them having to teach her to read, write and do math so that she could do her job better, and by the time she was old enough that her Master might want her as a ‘dancer’, she’d proved herself to be too valuable where she was to waste her shaking her ass on a stage.

That said, when a merc ship on the pay role of a nearby Republic world captured the smuggling vessel she’d been assigned to, she was more than happy to go with them. Neb was still quite young, and this band of hardened mercs took a liking to her right away (especially after she fixed an issue with the atmo-scrubber in 10 minutes, while they’d been fighting with it for weeks). While they reported the successful interception of the smuggling ship, they neglected to mention the young captive on board and thus Neb became the mascot/daughter/little sister of ‘Orion Security Contracting’.

Her family in OSC taught her how to shoot, hack and fight as well as the more mundane but essential educational bits. Life was hard at times, but good…but eventually things change and even the toughest can’t out run time. Eventually the older members decided to retire, and leading Neb to head off and make her own way.

Five cycles ago, she was badly wounded while leading a team on a hostage retrieval. The son of a prominent Republic industrialist had been kidnapped and held for ransom; while the government dithered about wither or not to pay, the Industrialist Jel’tha Raan, hired the group Neb led to rescue him.

In addition to the promised credits, Mrs. Raan bought the prosthetic legs Neb now uses as a sincere thank you for her efforts and as an apology for being injured on her behalf. Neb was very grateful…and is still annoyed with herself of falling for such a basic trip wire trap.

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Equipment

• Sonn-Blas F-11D Blaster Rifle
• LPA NN-14 Blaster Pistol
  (Neb has modified and updated both weapons as much as possible. While they may be vintage, they can still pack a punch.)
• 6” Vibroblade
• Lock bypass tools (For both manual and powered locking systems)

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Skills

Open Fire: Her family that made up OSC, made sure from day one that she knew how to handle a blaster, and constant training with her NN-14 and F-11 have made her rather proficient in their use.

Duct Tape and Zip Ties: She can fix pretty much any part of a starship, speeder or any other mechanical device you care to name. It may not be pretty, but it’ll work…most of the time.

Leaf on the Wind: As part of her OSC ‘life skills’ she was taught how to pilot a variety of small craft, something she’s shown some talent for. She can fly pretty much anything…probably…you may want to buckle up.

Weaknesses

Can They See Me? They Can See Me!: Her legs, while they’re great because she can walk again, have a tendency to trip more sophisticated security systems…makes sneaking into places you’re not wanted a bit of a pain.

Let’s Go!: Ever since her rescue, Neb has had a hard time sitting still when there’s a task to accomplish…even if sitting still is the most useful thing to be doing.

Too Tight: Getting stuffed into tight machine spaces at a young age did wonders to develop her claustrophobic tendencies. As long as she can’t touch all four walls of a room at once she should be okay…mostly.

Another One: You can’t drown bad memories in alcohol, but she’s willing to give it a damn good try.

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