@MonsieurShade Yeah, I was considering that, and wondering if any others are still posting...
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Now don't get the wrong idea with this post, You aren't in the clear yet, it's just a chance to respond to things as they happen. I assume all the crewmembers are in the common area as this happens, even those that haven't posted yet... The messages are being relayed but they might still find something aboard the ship thanks to Krus's greed ^^
The Milano was quickly nearing the docking tunnel of the monitoring station, that was already extending to lock with the Milano’s Airlock. The hisses of the air-tight tunnel locking onto the ship were audible for the crew as comms switched to a different channel, that of the inspection team.
“Crew of the Milano, open the airlock and assemble yourself in your common area while we search the ship.”
It was a grizzled voice, not one that worked with the threats of the Order, and as the search party entered the crew could see it was a mixed group of Stormtroopers and armed personnel doing the inspection. The Leader of the small boarding party was a tall and broad Chagrian in a First Order Costume that fitted him poorly. A smug smile left his face as two Stormtroopers he and two Stormtroopers kept watch over the crew. The rest of his men had fanned out across the ship inspecting various places that showed up on the scan.
“I am Tr’an Dasheer, Inspection officer. Now, we hauled you over cus of interference on the scans, six out of ten times that’s nothing.”
He let his gaze go over the crew.
“Sometimes it is. For those four out of ten I give the following option, declare the goods now and you will be treated as a smuggler of those goods. That doesn’t sound good, I know, but it still beats being seen as the owner of said goods. Anyone unclear on the difference?”
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In the meanwhile the supervisor of the monitoring station was speaking in hushed tones with a Sullustan co-worker in one of the booths.
“You mean to say they show up for nothing? No aliases, no nothing?”
The Sullustan gulped:
“Nothing we could directly on them, sure they are being traced and the files suspect this and that, but nothing that would warrant an immediate arrest. They are clear…”
From another booth a voice declared that the Enforcer’s clearance codes checked out, asking for further orders.
“I said that they are up for consideration, he’ll wait.” The Supervisor hissed as she gave a hopeless look at the Sullustan.
“Can’t catch a break, can I Hulpa…”
She murmured before heading back to the center of the room.
“Tell Enforcer-one that they will be cleared after inspection as to avoid suspicion. Give word to Dasheer he is to let them through."
“Crew of the Milano, open the airlock and assemble yourself in your common area while we search the ship.”
It was a grizzled voice, not one that worked with the threats of the Order, and as the search party entered the crew could see it was a mixed group of Stormtroopers and armed personnel doing the inspection. The Leader of the small boarding party was a tall and broad Chagrian in a First Order Costume that fitted him poorly. A smug smile left his face as two Stormtroopers he and two Stormtroopers kept watch over the crew. The rest of his men had fanned out across the ship inspecting various places that showed up on the scan.
“I am Tr’an Dasheer, Inspection officer. Now, we hauled you over cus of interference on the scans, six out of ten times that’s nothing.”
He let his gaze go over the crew.
“Sometimes it is. For those four out of ten I give the following option, declare the goods now and you will be treated as a smuggler of those goods. That doesn’t sound good, I know, but it still beats being seen as the owner of said goods. Anyone unclear on the difference?”
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In the meanwhile the supervisor of the monitoring station was speaking in hushed tones with a Sullustan co-worker in one of the booths.
“You mean to say they show up for nothing? No aliases, no nothing?”
The Sullustan gulped:
“Nothing we could directly on them, sure they are being traced and the files suspect this and that, but nothing that would warrant an immediate arrest. They are clear…”
From another booth a voice declared that the Enforcer’s clearance codes checked out, asking for further orders.
“I said that they are up for consideration, he’ll wait.” The Supervisor hissed as she gave a hopeless look at the Sullustan.
“Can’t catch a break, can I Hulpa…”
She murmured before heading back to the center of the room.
“Tell Enforcer-one that they will be cleared after inspection as to avoid suspicion. Give word to Dasheer he is to let them through."
@POOHEAD189 It might also make sense for you to enter the story once we're clear of the asteroid station...or, perhaps he slipped onto the ship while it was being unloaded back at the docking bay and has had to move around to keep from being detected?
@frapet Any thoughts?
I have a preference for such an idea, or atleast an idea that groups him with the crew of the Milano.
Other than shared backstory, I hope this is good
I think it is, you can pick one of the crewmembers and pursue a bounty on him/her or any other avenue is ok. PM me that idea and I think youll be set to go. only thing is you won't be directly on their tail now I would think.
A second message crackled over the intercom of the Milano:
“Monitoring station for the Milano, We repeat; please turn off all transmitting devices or we will be forced to inspect your vessel.”
The message was just relayed by comms-officer Daront when the supervisor approached him waving his hand under his chin to signal Daront to cut off the conversation. There had just been some commotion in the station for the ship that was next in line for the Milano. Daront gave the supervisor a nod indicating the connection was closed which prompted the supervisor to speak:
“The ship following it has a security clearance, might be the Order wants something with this ship, the signal we are getting is a tracing signal used by our military trackers!”
The supervisor was clearly nervous, they hadn’t had many situations like these before and she was clearly still pondering about it. Daront wasn’t sure what to do but before he got further orders his supervisor turned to flight control.
“Put that ship on a course for docking, Officer Daront, call them to announce an inspection. Get me a draft of monitored freighters and crews, if the Order wants them we’ll bring them in.”
A cocky glance went over the holo-display of the asteroid field towards the ship with the security clearance. Daront watched her in mild surprise, he knew the supervisor was a bit on edge due to a smuggler slipping through recently but-
“Daront, I gave an order.”
The comms of the Milano came to live again with the message followed by a sharp veering of course towards the station. Doubt gripped the crew, did they have any illicit goods left aboard? Was it my past that has caught up? Was it one of the fellow crewmembers that was hiding a search warrant? Did their contact rat them out?
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In the meanwhile Gavon could see the change of course while the comms with the monitoring station remained silent…
“Monitoring station for the Milano, We repeat; please turn off all transmitting devices or we will be forced to inspect your vessel.”
The message was just relayed by comms-officer Daront when the supervisor approached him waving his hand under his chin to signal Daront to cut off the conversation. There had just been some commotion in the station for the ship that was next in line for the Milano. Daront gave the supervisor a nod indicating the connection was closed which prompted the supervisor to speak:
“The ship following it has a security clearance, might be the Order wants something with this ship, the signal we are getting is a tracing signal used by our military trackers!”
The supervisor was clearly nervous, they hadn’t had many situations like these before and she was clearly still pondering about it. Daront wasn’t sure what to do but before he got further orders his supervisor turned to flight control.
“Put that ship on a course for docking, Officer Daront, call them to announce an inspection. Get me a draft of monitored freighters and crews, if the Order wants them we’ll bring them in.”
A cocky glance went over the holo-display of the asteroid field towards the ship with the security clearance. Daront watched her in mild surprise, he knew the supervisor was a bit on edge due to a smuggler slipping through recently but-
“Daront, I gave an order.”
The comms of the Milano came to live again with the message followed by a sharp veering of course towards the station. Doubt gripped the crew, did they have any illicit goods left aboard? Was it my past that has caught up? Was it one of the fellow crewmembers that was hiding a search warrant? Did their contact rat them out?
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In the meanwhile Gavon could see the change of course while the comms with the monitoring station remained silent…
I'll get a post up this evening, after that ill be away untill tuesday, so you'll have a nice period to respond, feel free to make multiple post in the time.
This post is just to allow some more time for those who havent responded yet to come into play, things will kick off in the next ^^
Several redeploy-able mining bases were passed as the Milano went through the asteroid field of Pressy’s Tumble as the sound of smaller, unmonitored, asteroids hitting the ships shield in an irregular rhythm. A few moments ago that rhythm was slightly deviated from by the sound of a few small things hitting the hull of the ship. A barely noticeable difference, but there nonetheless. The ship had a short journey of sharp turns and sudden boosts behind it when the asteroid field started thinning as they came up upon the monitoring station. The place where the ship would be scanned for inspection. While the field thereafter was shifting at a slower pace than the inner field, but was still dangerous to unexperienced pilots. That was why Pressy’s Tumble had its set of defences here; a small Ion battery that worked of the threat of losing control over your ship while in the middle of the asteroids. A small hangar with TIE Fighters provided a bit more reach.
The problem with the monitoring station, as the crew had already heard from Jacque, was that it picked up static from the asteroids. More often than not you would be boarded without reason to check a harmless piece of plating on the inside of the ship.
This of course came to mind when a voice crackled over the ships comms:
“This is Flight control, you just entered the guidance area of Monitoring post 3. Slave control to 1890BZ2 and power off any interfering signals.”
Procedure would have them be scanned as they passed and the channel they would be slaved to would either guide them out or towards the boarding tunnel for inspection after an announcement from the monitoring post. It should be fine, and then they could be underway to this mysterious scientist called Ator Kaluun that Kruss had been talking about.
The problem with the monitoring station, as the crew had already heard from Jacque, was that it picked up static from the asteroids. More often than not you would be boarded without reason to check a harmless piece of plating on the inside of the ship.
This of course came to mind when a voice crackled over the ships comms:
“This is Flight control, you just entered the guidance area of Monitoring post 3. Slave control to 1890BZ2 and power off any interfering signals.”
Procedure would have them be scanned as they passed and the channel they would be slaved to would either guide them out or towards the boarding tunnel for inspection after an announcement from the monitoring post. It should be fine, and then they could be underway to this mysterious scientist called Ator Kaluun that Kruss had been talking about.
Ill be posting this evening, and shall consider anyone who didnt respond to be doing something for him/her-self in their quarters.
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