Jackdaw

Star Wars: Arkanis Sailer

Jaren Jast smiled. "That is exactly what it entails. I don't know if I have any issues with these bounty hunters and I don't intend on sticking around to find out. If I remember right we're right above some fringe world. Tatoodan. Tatooine. Something like that. Dust ball, lightly populated. With space ports." The captain and crew announced each of their realspace exit points as they arrived. Jast made sure to pay attention to those announcements, just in case this sort of situation arose. He drew a commlink out of a pocket and offered it to her.

"There's a long range communication port in the common area on the second level. I'm going to send a message to my partner, get in one of the escape pods on the fifth level, make planetfall, and wait for evac. If you want in on that pod, I'm going to need you to get to the engineering suite and shut down the life support systems, however you can. If the life support is down, the airlock won't pressurize, which will keep them from docking. At least for a while." He held the commlink out to her.

"You in?"

Star Wars: Arkanis Sailer

Jaren pointed down the hall toward the bridge. "Captain and crew are over there, but things are a little tense. Seems like we took some fire from bounty hunters. They're coming aboard to haul off some marks on the ship."

While Jaren didn't have a bounty on his head, if this hunter was affiliated with the Empire he had a different sort of trouble on his hands. His mind raced to the datapad in his bag, and the information he was transporting across the galaxy. He was keenly aware of the blaster in the waist of his pants. He was no stranger to violence, but the situation at hand was unclear. All the same, he needed to make a decision now, rather than later.

"I need to get to my bunk," he said, but as his mind whirled, he realized he might need a hand. The plan he had in mind was a two person job. "I might need a hand, though. Are you looking to make a few credits?"

Star Wars: Arkanis Sailer

Jaxon kept his blaster trained on Jast as the holovid came on screen. A helmeted individual, human, if Jast had to guess by the build, sat at in a cockpit.

"This is Captain Montaak of the Arkanis Sailer speaking," the captain addressed the feed. "Who am I speaking with?"

"My name is Deklen Ordo. I have an easy offer for you, Captain. I'm a bounty hunter, and I have reason to believe that you're carrying several marks aboard your ship." Jast lowered his hands as Jaxon relaxed his gun-wielding hand, his eyes fixed on the bounty hunter on-screen. "As you've probably noticed, I have a lot of firepower, more than enough to put you and everyone aboard into the void before you can get yourself to the nearest egress point into hyperspace. But that's not how either of us wants this to go."

"What do you want, bounty hunter?" Montaak demanded.

"Engage your airlocks and prepare to be boarded. My crew and I will secure the marks, then you and yours are free to go." Jast studied the captain's face, but the Nemoidian did not betray any sort of emotion. Only the impassive grimace of cold, calculated analysis in the face of annihilation graced his features. "Do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal. Ms. Montra, prepare the airlocks." The screen cut out, and Jaxon holstered his blaster. Jast lowered his hands fully and backed out.

"Thank you," he said, and turned to leave. The captain and his crew did not speak, or make a move to stop him.

As he moved down the length of the corridor, he found a young woman come up via stairwell to the upper deck. She looked around, seemingly lost. "You looking for someone?" Jast asked her.

Star Wars: Liberators

Sergeant Raya Valkheva

Name: Raya Valkheva
Species: Human
Faction/Unit: Rebel Alliance, 7th Uslam Liberators Regiment, Charlie Company, 1st Platoon, Blue Squad
Location: CR-85a Corvette Intruder, Gamor Run
Synopsis of Role: Uslamer native born 26 BBY. Raya served in the Uslam resistance as a sergeant and was active during the Uslam Conflict. She was one of the few survivors of her company, evacuated to the resistance base on Uslam's moon after sustaining serious injuries in the Siege of Lorya. While her wounds forced the medical team to replace her arm with a cybernetic replacement, they allowed her to escape death as the Empire penetrated Lorya's defenses and retook the city. Fully recovered, blooded by field experience, and hardened by defeat, Raya is a veteran rebel soldier, a sergeant by rank, and the leader of Blue Squad.

Star Wars: Liberators

Reporting in.

Sticks: A Blorbish Game

Turn 4

:::Create [Carpenter].

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:::Wait for Lumber.

@ZAVAZggg

Congratulations! You are a Level 1 Carpenter. You can use the Carpentry skill more effectively than other characters.

:::Cut down tree

@Naw

:::Create Robot

@Quote5

Congratulations! You are a Level 1 Robot. You do not need to eat.

:::Examining the land to see any nearby mineral veins.

@Scarescrow

You don't see anything of interest.

:::hunt for seeds

@Mae

You find some sort of wild grasses to the west.

Star Wars: Arkanis Sailer

"...two of the main engine are still online, but we've sustained significant damage to the-" the Twi'lek trailed off as the door to the bridge slid open and Jaren stepped through. The command bridge was a rather spacious, circular room at the head of the vessel, with a large viewport out into space. The long console had three chairs, likely for a pilot, a navigator, maybe a communications officer or similar, but only the central seat was occupied, by a woman Jaren guessed to be the pilot. The Twi'lek had been in the middle of addressing the Nemoidian captain and the first mate when Jaren had interrupted, and the three stood at the center of the room. They all stared at him, and there was a long pause before Jaren elected to speak first.

"Hello there."

The first mate, a burly human male with a shaved head and a square jaw, drew a blaster and trained it on him as he entered. Jaren raised his hands, open palmed, level with his shoulders.

"Easy," Jaren said.

"We're in the middle of a situation here, friend, so why don't you head back to your bunk and wait for instructions?" the first mate suggested. Jaren vaguely remembered his name to be Jaxon. He had been rough enough when he'd met him upon boarding the Sailer, a veteran spacer with a gritty, underclass Core Worlder's accent. He was in no better of a mood now. The rest of the crew, though, was not so bold. Slouched shoulders, fidgety movements, clear unease on their faces. Jaren had a knack for reading a room, and this room was nervous. He continued walking forward, closing the distance a bit to bring the gap between the crew and himself to a conversational length.

"I don't think there's any need to threaten me. I'm just interested in checking in on the situation. You have a lot of worried people back there, it might help if we got some information sooner rather than later," Jaren offered in return.

"Captain Montaak, we're being hailed," announced the woman at the helm. The Nemoidian captain turned from Jaren to address her. Jaxon, the first mate, turned an ear to her, though he kept an eye--and the blaster--on Jaren.

"Bring it up on screen," Captain Montaak ordered.

Star Wars: Arkanis Sailer

Jaren Jast is a Corellian human who stands a few inches shy of six feet, 5'10" or so, and sports a lean, rugged build. He keeps clean shaven, and maintains his dark hair in neat fashion, parted at the right. Nothing about his outfit--boots, pants, unremarkable shirt, brown synthleather jacket--would stand out in a crowd.

The only flashy accessory he typically carries is a blaster pistol of WESTAR manufacture and custom design, with black, ivory, and gold plating and completed with a pearl grip and elaborate, laser-etched engravings along the frame. It's an obnoxious weapon, but quite lethal.

Star Wars: Arkanis Sailer

The transport had been traveling through real space for some twenty minutes when the ship rocked violently. A deafening roar, like an explosion out of a war-holo but louder, rawer, echoed through the corridors and met the ears of the travelers within. Emergency lights lit up across the ship, klaxons blared over the freighter’s intercom, and Jaren Jast heard boots pounding in the hall outside his passenger’s bunk.

He pulled himself out of a coffin-like bed and up into a shoebox sized room. Jast was not exceptionally tall, but even at his height the limited dimensions of the room were confining. A few inches taller or wider and it would have felt claustrophobic. The room was sparse, lacking almost entirely for decoration. Its only fixtures were the bed and an odd furniture piece, some ill-conceived cross between a desk and a dresser. Jaren had not made much use of the drawers, preferring to live out of a bulky traveling bag, but he had left his blaster on the desk-drawer, in easy reach of his bed.

He lifted the black, gold, and ivory WESTAR piece and slid it into his waistband, leaving it to rest under his shirt and jacket at the small of his back. The gun secure, he stepped to the door and keyed the control pad to the right of the frame. The durasteel portal swept open with a metallic hiss, and he poked his head out into the corridor.

The Arkanis Sailer was a mid-sized transport, of a model with a passenger capacity for some twenty travelers and boasting a crew of ten or so. The Sailer’s captain, a profit-minded Nemoidian, made do with a crew of five to cut costs and had overbooked the vessel with some thirty vagabonds willing to pay for transport regardless of the cramped conditions. Jaren was quite fortunate he wasn’t sharing a room, all things considered.

One of the crew, a Twi’lek Jaren believed to be an engineer, was fast approaching down the hall, and he shouted for travelers to make way as he moved. Jaren backed into his room for a moment to let him pass, and then proceeded out into the passageway. Other passengers were doing the same, exchanging nervous glances and questions. There were no answers among them. Jaren figured that he ought to find some.

He turned the collar of his synthleather jacket up and moved into the hallway, following in the footsteps of the Twi’lek engineer and making his way toward the main deck.