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Fel boiled under his collar for a good few seconds. It wasn't the usual run of things, when someone called him stupid directly to his face. But Jet -- ever the voice of reason, and a calm head when he was prone to losing his -- Jet didn't have much to say, but what he said, spoke volumes. Fel took a deep breath, and swallowed his pride. (That's what it was, wasn't it? There should be no place for pride on a ship such as this.) "I think we can get you a junior officer's uniform. There's a settlement nearby the drydock that has been seeing its fair share of Imperial activity since they touched down." He definitely picked up what Jet was putting down, and did his best to remain poker-faced about the cut. "Yeah, sixty percent. Got yourself a deal." He rubbed at the scruff that was quickly becoming a full-fledged beard. "Your call, but you might want to dress as a Stormie till we get to town... That way it's three troops together, rather than two troops and a local. That's sure to draw more attention." He shrugged. The call was Aellyn's. Though he would have preferred it, he wasn't going to die on that hill.

"Any questions?" He stood still for what felt like an eternity, but was more accurately about twenty seconds. He was ready to engage any questions, but had not-so-neatly sidestepped Aellyn's question about what was so fireblasted important to Abelene. Truth go on ahead and be told, Fel hadn't asked. He only knew where they'd be stashed, and that they would both fit into a cargo canister no bigger than a suitcase. "We touch down in five. No dustoff. No evac. The UA sits still while this is going down. See you planetside, folks."

He moved fluidly back into the flight deck, greeting Wrench with a swat and the whirr of a battery powered dremel he kept handy for just such occasions. Wrench immediately launched into a diatribe about how he was not in any way in need of cleaning, and that it was pleasing that the pilot would deign to show up for the, y'know, flying. He stated that based on the even split of duties aboard the UA, he should be captain, and Fel should be ballast. Galdaart roared at that, loving the good-natured banter they shared. "You're likely right, tin-can. Captain R2-P47 doesn't exactly roll off the tongue though, does it?" Wrench tooted that if only all hyperspace travel and communication were given over to droids, as it should be, that appearances wouldn't matter.

Fel overlaid the SD on his HUD display, and began the process of entering atmosphere. The old boat creaked and groaned, but flew straight and true. Two minutes. Fel banked sharply to drop below Imperial sensors, flying scant few feet off the deck. "You wouldn't do this though, would you Wrench?" The little droid replied with a slew of very unflattering comments, which even in Binary, sounded as bad as it really was. Fel smirked, but kept his eyes on the task at hand. Larger hunks of garbage created canyons, and mountains, and toxic rivers of sludge separated this man-made geography. Fel went down into one of the larger canyons, referring quickly to the terrain-mapping sensor suite. The canyon would lead them to within five klicks of their target. Close enough, without jumping up on the dorsal hull and waving his hands around.

"There. That's good." he mused to nobody in particular (though he got a questioning reply from Wrench.) The overhang was big enough, and the slag beneath it was nothing compared to the UA's landing gear. Fel pulled a full sweep of the immediate area. No heat traces of previous patrols. Wasting no further time, he brought the ship around and backed it underneath the junk overhang. It was a near-perfect fit. More junk for the junkyard. The UA fit like it had always been there. Fel performed the quick-quiet routine, killing all power except for emergency systems, and listened as the ship settled. "Keep your photoreceptor open, Buddy. If this goes sideways, It'll happen quickly."

Donning the old Stormie uniform, Fel gave Wrench a half-assed salute before exiting the flight deck, to which Wrench dressed him down for using improper Imperial Customs, and offered a handy spreadsheet should he feel the need to brush up. The door closed and Fel moved aft to the planetfall ramp...

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Dropping a message to say I'm very much interested in all of this, and plan on putting together a sheet. Please let me know if there's no longer enough room!

@Tlaloc

Let’s see a premise / idea for your character Tlaloc!

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She was good at sending digs his way. He was equally good (thus far) at side-stepping them. Of course he hadn't told her anything about their job. Until she had settled on a 50% take a scant few minutes ago, she hadn't even wanted to be a part of it. "Look, you said you wanted in. This is in. You said so a half dozen heartbeats ago. So we're going over the plan. Now. Not like I had hours to brief you before we departed Coruscant." Wrench rolled into the cargo bay, informing anyone who cared that they were eight minutes from breaking Lotho atmo. No orbital defenses, no comm scans, no hails, nothing. As expected. Fel thanked the little astro droid, and then jokingly shoo'ed him away, in case he heard anything about the plan... information he could be tortured and melted down over. It was obviously a joke, but the little astromech scurried off to the bridge, chirping about the violent nature of humans.

He turned back to Aellyn and Jet, crossing his arms, as much against the cold of interstellar space as the figurative chill in the room. "After we lay it on the line, you want out, no hard feelings. You and Wrench can stay aboard the UA. You still want a piece of the action, ok." Fel walked over to the cargo container and picked up a Stormie helmet, turning it over in his hands. "Lotho is far enough off the beaten path that when the Empire has something they want to hide from public view, they often do it here, or on Ord Mantell. This time, the ImpStar 'Basilisk' sustained major internal damage due to Rebel sabateurs over Fondor five months ago. Heard about it? If you have, bravo. You're one of very few who have. No news on the HoloNet. Nothing in the headlines. The 'Basilisk' could have been taken to KDY shipyards, but that would make it awfully official. Here, they repair it real quiet-like." He tossed the helmet to Jet, picking up another. This one, with added HUD flip-down display denoting a scout trooper or sniper. This he likewise turned over in his hands.

"XO of the 'Basilisk' is a real sadistic bastard called Kara. Vinoor Kara. He was a Commodore when I knew him, but he's at least a fleet Admiral now. One of those real peacock Imperial officers who believes the more ribbons and medals, the better. Anyways. Kara has been lining his pockets for years stripping planets of their wealth, both monetary and cultural. Artworks, Sculptures, artifacts. Anything he can sell on the Black Market. We're here to take back a few items on behalf of a lady name of Abelene." He tossed the helmet to Aellyn, picking up the third for himself.

"Simple enough plan. Three Stormies of the one-oh-seventh enter. We got cards, ID's, papers. We're three out of two full detachments of the one-oh-seventh aboard the 'Basilisk.' We head straight for the port landing bay, zero in on these two small crates in the cargo stow, extract and leave. Anything aside from these two small crates we take is gravy. One hour, door to door." He pulled out a Stormtroop web belt, and attached the EC-17, priming the pistol. Inserting a power pack into the T21, he likewise primed the rifle, the whine of the energy converters and the static pulse adapters a familiar punctuation to any prep for a field mission. "Any questions?"

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Fel left Wrench soldering on the flight deck, and walked to his cabin. It was, as with most everything else aboard the UA - a mess. The desk was strewn with various half-finished projects, and the floor with clothing in various stages of 'good-enough-wear-it' to 'oh-hell-no.' Spares, cred-cards, papers, holo-discs, data pads, tools, parts off the UA that needed repair or replacement, Astromech bits... all shared space clustered close to or on the few table surfaces. About the only surface that was clean was the upper bunk, a bit of Galdaart's personal code of ethics. This berth wasn't 'his.' In his Imperial service, he shared a rack with two other pilots in rotation depending on their ship's flight schedule.

As messy as his area was, there was a rhyme and a reason for almost all of it. he could identify exactly what each and every project was, and could also explain (if anyone cared to know) why it wasn't yet done. What part he needed to find, or what had interrupted the project as more pressing than the last. Fel walked to the foot of the bed, and pressed a hidden, recessed plate in the durasteel wall panel, which glowed for a split second, before segmenting into four, which Fel rotated anti-clockwise. There was an audible 'click' and the panel released, revealing the hidden locker beyond. There were several weapons, ident-cards, and small piles of different local currencies. The pilot reached in and retrieved an Imperial EC-17 blaster, and two pieces (receiver and barrel assembly) of a T-21 light repeater. Fel sat at the desk and closed his eyes, assembling the long gun, recalling his academy days.

When he was finished, he grabbed a rag off the desk and wiped down the blasters. Grabbing two spare power packs for the T21 and his leather flight jacket, Fel stepped back out into the common space of the UA, tossing the jacket over his shoulders, he moved aft past the galley and the 'fresher, tapping on Aellyn's door as he moved toward the port cargo bay. "cargo bay -- let's go..."

The cargo bay was only a few more steps aft, and as he arrived, the lights flickered to life around him, casting a sickly yellow hue over the scattered cargo containers and crates. Only one crate had been onboarded at Coruscant, and Fel leaned the T21 against the large crate, pressing his thumb to the access control plate on the cargo canister, it hissed open to reveal four used but relatively clean, sets of Stormtrooper armour, in the markings of the one-oh-seventh.

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Hey @TaintedMushroom, what do I think? (Bear in mind, this is just my own opinion, I have not discussed this with the other two current crewmembers, and I welcome their input!) I think Bounty Hunting is a very personal, private endeavour. I can't really picture a time when a Bounty Hunter wouldn't just have their own ship for their purposes, rather than relying on the diplomacy of people they would seemingly have to agree with or answer to.

Now -- in the rare case when a Bounty Hunter might ned to blend in, to get closer to a Mark? Sure. Hire a smuggling vessel. Or if an ex-Bounty Hunter wanted to go 'straight?' Maybe a crew would be an easy way to leave behind such a vigilante lifestyle.

I don't generally think that A Bounty Hunter would agree, or have an entire crew's best interests in mind when taking on jobs. It would also mean that a Hunter would have to share their take with others, which seems unlikely.

Now, as a "guest spot?" Or as a recurring rival to jobs? Absolutely. And the shape-changing races? I have no issues with. But that's my $.02.

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Hey folks -- we're getting to a stage with interest voiced and implied, that I think potential characters should be posted here in the OOC for discussion rather than blind approval. I kind of want the right mix, and space is down to one or two more, tops.

Please and thanks.

-Fel

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“A Job…on a junk planet?” She scoffed. “You would have better luck selling this ship then find anything of worth down there. “ ... “If you could both do the job yourselves, then why offer me at all, seems like you both got it covered. Besides, I’m the one who doesn’t need spending coin. However, if you think you need me, my fee is fifty percent of the cut. If not, I’ll wait for triumphant return of goods.”

@Zoie Hart

Fel stood, resting an arm heavily atop the radome of Wrench's lid, dented and chipped from age and lack of credits or care to do anything about it. His arm had rested there many times, to the point where resting an arm on R2-P47 was good as any La-z-boy. He hovered somewhere between bemused curiosity and mild insult. (but the curiosity was the far stronger of the two.) "Normally, I'd agree with you. Don't usually have much cause to be planetside on a junk world. 'cept today, we do." He casually sidestepped the dig about the ship - for the moment. "I mention it because a third would make the job easier. That's all." He stroked his scruffy, unkempt beard, deep in thought. "Fifty percent?" He squinted at her through barely-open eyes, appraising. "ok, fifty percent. Got yourself a deal."

She stepped toward the door of the cockpit, the mech was much larger than she remembered. “Someone is a bit grumpy looking…you should feed the big guy here?” Aellyn pointed to Jet as her head turned toward Fel. ”I’ll be in my room.” Stepping passed the large guy, she made the short walk back to the room she paid for.

@Zoie Hart

Fel waited till Aellyn was long out of sight, and Jet had said his piece, up to his romantic gesture about reckless ambition. He chuckled, slapping Wrench on the lid playfully, as the Astromech added that her offer was especially kind, considering their planned payment for the job, then returning to re-wiring the droid socket behind the co-pilot's station, leaving Jet and Fel to speak. "Yeah... she's a fire-cracker, that one. All kinds of trouble there, that's for certain." Having watched Aellyn leave, Fel shook the image loose which rattled around in his brain-pan like a pebble in a tin can."My guess is that girl's got entirely too many brains to be possessed of an ass like that." He crossed his arms, sharing a laugh with his old friend and mech. He checked the navacomp once more, a nervous habit that he carried with him from his snub-jock days. Jet could read him like a book, and Fel knew it.

Jet's expression grew serious “...we gotta be careful, though, kid. This ain’t for the faint-hearted. She might have the spark, but she ready for that fire?” Jet’s eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the possibilities.

@Archazen

Fel nodded sagely, agreeing with his friend. "Yeah ...yeah. We'll go over the details once we land. If she wants out, I won't bicker none." He called up a few screens on his secure holonet, confirming what had been arranged. "Abelene promised only first rights of refusal on a well-paying job if we did this for her. We asked about coin, but in three subsequent waves she handily sidestepped that question..." he sighed heavily, closed the holo, and looked back over to Jet. "We've known Abelene a long while. She's been, what -- mayor? queen? of that backwater for a good number of years now. I have a better than average feeling she's gonna try and kill us." It wasn't said with malice, or like a great secret had been revealed. It simply was. Life was hard in the rim. Folks tended to do for themselves, and then for those who looked to them. If there was a way to cheat someone out of a handful of coins, Abelene would do it without question. It was their job to make sure she held to what was fair. He smiled at Jet. It was just part of the game.

"Sublight in ten. I'll start calculations for landing coordinates. Don't worry..." he glanced at Wrench "Somewhere safe." Looking back to Jet in the doorway, "we meet and gear up in the cargo bay in 3-0?"

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ok, sorry man.

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@Skwint hey man -- just read Pench's character sheet, and I'm not 100%. I've seen you do character sheets before, and there has been some good meat there. This one seems lacking. As for the character, I'm worried it just doesn't seem like there's more to him than just being 'muscle.' I'd like a fully-formed, (with some of those things being flaws, of course!) multi-faceted character for this group. Want to take another crack at it?

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I’m all for it. So far makes sense. Imperials are xenophobic, so the two humans aboard who have Imp ties… makes sense that they’re human. But yeah! Love it! What race are you thinking?