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A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

Great now that I've gotten rid of my hangover I'd go ahead and message the vindicator characters for Marcel's relations. I know it's been loong over due, sorry about that. X)

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

Marcel

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Marcel Severion

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Character Summary

Name: Neptali Marcel Severion
Aliases:Agent Severion, Marcel
Age: 34
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Standard, High Galactic
Occupation: ISB Agent - Internal Affairs

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Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Slender, Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A few scars, slashes and piercings, on his chest and abdomen. A tiny vertical cut on his lower lip.
Personal Style: One would likely describe the Vindicator's ISB agent as a man of elegance, poise and class. His vanity greatly reflects the way he carries himself, may it be by how he suits up his uniform, the way he would pronounce words with a hint of accent that can charm even his own captives whilst torturing them for information.

Marcel is meticulous about his natural good looks. He religiously tames his facial hair into a fashionable style, so is his hair into a sleek mid parting. He sports a dapper look, the man having a preference for vests and suits and refuses to wear anything out of style. Although he is more inclined to dress extravagantly if not for protocol, Marcel also prefers to wear his uniform with a subtle touch of stylish elegance.

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Psychology

Refined * Dutiful * Engaging * Snob * Realistic * Oversuspicious

Sexuality: Homosexual, Biromantic
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Raised by image conscious celebrities for parents, Marcel had been encourage to always appear at his best around people and believes that good first impressions is a crucial element to winning allies. Though Marcel was never into the political scene that his parents are so occupied of yet the idea of it has always stuck on him. He has a fondness for the classics, an interest he shared with his mother while growing up in a sheltered environment, from literature to plays and music. Much like his mother he usually spends his time unwinding with a good book, listening to classical music while sipping a glass of the finest Corellian brandy.

Marcel shows great devotion to his work, and gets the job done as expected without faults and remorse, as it strictly should being an agent of the bureau. Although that doesn't mean he is unshaken of the things that he does, extracting information from a prisoner through inhumane tortures, setting up surveillance at suspected traitors within the empire and even enforcing decisions such as blowing up an entire colony to prevent a growing coup against the Empire. Despite it all he firmly believes that such is the most effective way to get the job done without any setbacks and he'd reason his growing doubts of morality with pragmatism and practicality.

Though some would be intimidated or annoyed by his egoistic personality, Marcel has his way of charming people intentionally or otherwise. His engaging personality and devilish good looks has won him a handful of admirers. If he weren't a soldier of the empire, he would've been great in politics like his parents but, as always, Marcel never had an interest in meddling with such affairs, "Too much faking, gets rather tedious in the long run" he would say, much to his parents disappointment.

Habits:

• Rubbing his chin while in deep thought
• Humming a tune

Hobbies:

• Reading literature in his free time
• Waltzing with an imaginary partner when alone and while listening to music

Fears:

• Betrayal, specially when it's personal
• Downfall of the Empire
• Loneliness

Likes:

• Poetry, classical literature and music
• Fine brandy
• Paperwork
• Surveying a planet for any potential chaos against the Empire
• When his captives would cooperate
• People with good tastes

Dislikes:

• Stubborn prisoners
• Pretentious people
• Naivety
• Uncalled violence
• Wookies
• Being unorganized

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Athletics
• Combat
• Observant/Perceptive
• Interrogation techniques
• Navigation
• Limited command over storm trooper squads
• Education

Combat Skills:

• Blaster revolvers/Rifles
• Vibroblades
• Coordination
• Endurance

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - ISB Agent uniform, a pair of fine leather boots,
• Wallet, ISB badge and authorization I.Ds,
• Holstered blaster revolver on his belt
• Comlink
• Datapad
• Pocket sized dagger
• lighter

Quarters:

• Work terminal, for updating reports and data.
• Two giant bookshelves, various volumes of books
• A bottle of half emptied Corellian brandy on his work table
• An antique vobroblade displayed by the wall above his bed
• Photograph of him with his pet dog, Edith.
• Dejarik table
• Record player with records neatly piled on a shelf next to it
• A mannequin, where he stores his uniform.
• Weapon's cabinet, 2 revolver blasters, 1 J-19 bo-rifle and a bowcaster.
• Armory, ISB armor set

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History

The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:

Marcel's family is loyal to the Empire, ever since they have planted him their ideals and propaganda which he had adapted while growing up. Though he could not help question the morality of what they do, he believes that the Empire is the order the galaxy needs in order to lead it's civilization to glory.

Aside from the investigation assignments off planet, the bureau assigned him in internal affairs on board the Vindicator, keeping a close eye for any possible turncoats within its crew. He is tasked to do impromptu inspections and eliminating and replacing questionable officers by ISB's orders.

History:

Marcel was born to a force sensitive lineage. Both of his parents were distraught that they bore a son without such abilities yet they honed and trained him to be a devout follower of the Empire. They had plans for him to enter in politics just like they did, and their patience stretched thin when their only heir refused to take part of political affairs. Adding to the shame was his "unorthodoxed" preferences that made the family the center of public scandal. To his parents wishes he concealed his feelings and overtime he made up for the embarrassment when he excelled in his academics and made a name for the family. The moment he came of age, his father urged him to enroll in the ISB Academy, after graduation he enlisted and for a short time took part in military operations as a prerequisite.

At 24, his first major mission as an agent was to investigate an underground rebel group as well as an assasination plot on one of the Empire's senators. He did his job with diligence, taking necessary precautions such as effectively interrogating civilians, raiding possible hideouts and, in a more under the radar approach, going undercover on Rebel gatherings. One of this undercover assignments at a cantina in Seswena, he met and became fast friends with a gregarious ex-Imperial officer. They would regularly meet while Marcel would be undercover on their whole encounter, and with their regular meetings and engagements the young man came to develop feelings for the officer to w/c he returned as well.

As love can make one do stupid and naive things that later ends in regret, Marcel eventually let him in his secret and everything that's happening, with the purpose of protecting him when the chaos arises. They fantasized of running away one day when all this is over, leaving the war behind to live a life of peace and tranquility. All of that instantly changed years later when a group of incognito rebels had somehow found the targeted politician's safehouse location and at one point even came close to eliminating him. That's when Marcel and his team doubled their efforts on the investigation when, finally they found the mole that had been ratting them out to the rebels. The agent was in shock and furious to know it was his lover, blaming his carelessness that had put the empire in danger. They try to extract information on the mole who was slumped to an electric chair, though Marcel was stoic as he sent every shock of electricity to his love's battered body, he was on the verge of breaking down in his every cry for mercy.

Half dead, they finally made him crack of the rebel group's hideout as soon as they had the location, Marcel plunged a dagger to his heart, his last dying words to the Agent was to let him know that whatever lead him to this, he hadn't regretted every second of it. Marcel mourned him, and it greatly showed through his performance, which is more vicious than usual. He wouldn't hesitate to kill an uncooperative civilian, or show extreme harshness to his subordinates. It was the event that entirely changed him, made him overcautious of people specially the ones that got so close. To make up for his past incompetence, he personally led the attack on the rebel group in the planet and eventually wiping any rebel activities, to which Marcel had won recognition within the ISB.

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Extras

Character Quote: " By protocol, I am obligated to invade anyone's privacy weather they like it or not."
Theme Song:


Imperial Record: None
Anything Else: Dis and the first trilogy, Episode 4 to be exact. I have yet to watch episode 7 *_*
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

There you go , pretty long post but there it is. I thought I'd make a post for Marcel once I have his relations done with. W/c I'm working on it. :>

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

Gol Zhavromi

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Engine room -> Jaa's engine shop -> Ship

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Indeed this wasnt the first time she messed up big time. She got too excited and missed a small faulty detail on the component, and now the hyperdrive is screwed. Gol turned to Hk, nervously putting together a plan on how to get the busted engine fixed and without the captain's knowing.

"What? Of course not, this is...this is normal." she took another glance at the smoking hunk, she's not getting out of this even with her seemingly convincing assurance " Ok, Hk." She grabbed the droid by it' shoulders, her voice now commanding "Listen, I'm gonna sprint to the engine shop really fast and get this fixed in a lightspeed. Whatever the case, don't EVER let the captain get in the engine room. DONT..." Just as she was about to proceed Gol shivered in horror when she saw the captain standing by the door demanding an explanation.

"Captain!" surprised and sweating nervously, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "Oh, nothing to worry about, It was just.. uh..." as she was about to tell a less, worrying explanation on the situation, HK sort of did it for her, although mostly the problem was caused by her cursory inspection, a failure on her part as a mechanic. If they ever got to blast off with this faulty engine, they could've had been blown to bits while jumping to hyperspace, and thinking about it made Gol feel angry at her own carelessness.

Nali and Matt went to check on the engine, "An audience to witness my failure, just what I need." Noevertheless, she kept her composure on the situation, grabbing the busted thing on Matt's hands.

"No, not exactly." Taking a careful glance on the device. Yep, it's pretty much busted. "It's not as bad on the inside." She double checked, and a portion of it needs replacing, plus the fried up components that effected the blasted area. "Hmm, yeah. Okay. We need a brand new thermal insulator on this thing, plus a few new wirings but, not to worry." She gave the hyperdrive piece back to Matt, swiftly grabbing her pack and jacket "I'll go check if Jaa's got em over the counter. Be back in a jiffy." she hurriedly went out of the room, and almost slid down on the exit ramp, determined to fix the embarrassing mess she did.

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"Out of the way!"

Gol was dead serious when she said she was gonna sprint 5 meters to the shop. And in the middle of the crowd she was slipping through them, and even pushing anyone who was in her way. "Hey watch it!" Ignoring the annoyed responses she focused on the overlooking neons of the shop "Yeeees, I can almost smell the sweet scent of newly oiled engine parts from here..."when out of nowhere a hovercraft paratially ran her over, she dropped on her knees and felt her ankle crack. "Son of a.."

"Watch were you're fucking going." The smug looking twilek asked as she got on her feet. " Well asshole, why don't get your eyes checked and WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING DRIVING T'LAU!" her cheeks now flushing red from anger.

"What you say to me, cunt?" The driver looked like he was ready to get rough, w/c Gol is more than glad to give this poor guy a piece of her but has no time for, the crew was waiting on her to fix the damn hyperdrive. The douche is lucky, she thought, that she was willing to look the other way for once. "Whatever asshole." She ran, limping this time, towards the shop, where inside she was greeted by a group of elderly ithorians in the middle of a pazaak party. Jaa, the ithorian merchant was sitting with her pazaak buddies, recognizing her regular as she stood up from her seat.

"Golsia! Have you not seen the sign outside, we are unfortunately closed for today." the ithorian said politely w/c Gol, who now has little patience to even appreciate the ithorian's good nature.

"I have no time. Just please hand me these parts, I really need those right now." she said rather irritatingly, the itorian observed the haggard iradonian that almost seem to want to ask her what had happened, but Jaa decided to keep her mouth shut and mind her own business. Making time for her loyal customer she checked on the list of components she wrote down on a piece of paper.

"I'm afraid I cant provide you with the thermal insulators, I have the last of them scheduled to be delivered to one of my customers tommorrow afternoon. I'm sorry." Gol sighed in disappointment, shooking her head "Look. Can't you just, give me those parts instead? You can have a new one be delivered by then, "

"There's no time, even if i were to contact the manufacturer today it wont be enough, Urso will be expecting..."

"SCREW URSO, WHo ever he is!" She snapped, landed a blow on the surface counter, her patience reaching its limit w/c Jaa has come to realize now. "The Republic demands you to provide aid for the cause and you're denying your responsibility as a their citizen?" the elderly ithorian's eyes turned to worry and horror and in the midst of her anger Gol felt bad, ashamed, for doing this to the nice old ithorian lady.

"Of course... I'll get them for you." Jaa went to get the parts while Gol contemplates on what she just did, and noticed the group of ithorians watching her in suspicion.

"What?" She said, as they looked away and decided to mind their own business. Jaa quietly handed her the parts, and Gol fished out all the credits in her wallet and slammed them on the counter. "Keep the change." she said as she headed off.

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Gol managed to limp back to the ship, beholding herself to the crew looking all miserable and shitty. Despite that she managed to gave them assurance "Got the parts right here. This'll only take about 40 mins or so." She said to the captain. She carefully went to the garage, and replaced the needed parts and this time, thoroughly checking everything. When everything seemed to be in order, she went back to the engine room to get it running. The sweet sound of running engine was a huge relief to her ears. "What I tell you?" smiling smugly, as she stood up to her feet, a sting of pain from her ankle turned her smile into a sour frown. "Damn that bastard twilek"she muttered, thought she couldnt hold this bothering pain any longer, and decides to have a quick visit to the doctor. She then limped to the med bay, before Nali could even ask Gol intercepted him " I got ran over by some idiot. I think my ankle's wrecked." she said.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Pundii aye sorry it was thesis defense week today i shudve dropped by and gave a heads up :((( but yah ill get it done by this weekend, just to be sure tho if i havnt posted let it be assumed that Gol ran 5 meters to te nearest shop and back then repaired the Engine. To get everyone moving.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

I'll be making a post for Gol, also I've had a pretty busy weekend and I've just finished up our ISB agent ( o 3 o)

@Pundii let me know what you think.

Marcel

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Marcel Severion

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Character Summary

Name: Neptali Marcel Severion
Aliases:Agent Severion, Marcel
Age: 34
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Standard, High Galactic
Occupation: ISB Agent - Internal Affairs

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Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Slender, Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A few scars, slashes and piercings, on his chest and abdomen. A tiny vertical cut on his lower lip.
Personal Style: One would likely describe the Vindicator's ISB agent as a man of elegance, poise and class. His vanity greatly reflects the way he carries himself, may it be by how he suits up his uniform, the way he would pronounce words with a hint of accent that can charm even his own captives whilst torturing them for information.

Marcel is meticulous about his natural good looks. He religiously tames his facial hair into a fashionable style, so is his hair into a sleek mid parting. He sports a dapper look, the man having a preference for vests and suits and refuses to wear anything out of style. Although he is more inclined to dress extravagantly if not for protocol, Marcel also prefers to wear his uniform with a subtle touch of stylish elegance.

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Psychology

Refined * Dutiful * Engaging * Snob * Realistic * Oversuspicious

Sexuality: Homosexual, Biromantic
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Raised by image conscious celebrities for parents, Marcel had been encourage to always appear at his best around people and believes that good first impressions is a crucial element to winning allies. Though Marcel was never into the political scene that his parents are so occupied of yet the idea of it has always stuck on him. He has a fondness for the classics, an interest he shared with his mother while growing up in a sheltered environment, from literature to plays and music. Much like his mother he usually spends his time unwinding with a good book, listening to classical music while sipping a glass of the finest Corellian brandy.

Marcel shows great devotion to his work, and gets the job done as expected without faults and remorse, as it strictly should being an agent of the bureau. Although that doesn't mean he is unshaken of the things that he does, extracting information from a prisoner through inhumane tortures, setting up surveillance at suspected traitors within the empire and even enforcing decisions such as blowing up an entire colony to prevent a growing coup against the Empire. Despite it all he firmly believes that such is the most effective way to get the job done without any setbacks and he'd reason his growing doubts of morality with pragmatism and practicality.

Though some would be intimidated or annoyed by his egoistic personality, Marcel has his way of charming people intentionally or otherwise. His engaging personality and devilish good looks has won him a handful of admirers. If he weren't a soldier of the empire, he would've been great in politics like his parents but, as always, Marcel never had an interest in meddling with such affairs, "Too much faking, gets rather tedious in the long run" he would say, much to his parents disappointment.

Habits:

• Rubbing his chin while in deep thought
• Humming a tune

Hobbies:

• Reading literature in his free time
• Waltzing with an imaginary partner when alone and while listening to music

Fears:

• Betrayal, specially when it's personal
• Downfall of the Empire
• Loneliness

Likes:

• Poetry, classical literature and music
• Fine brandy
• Paperwork
• Surveying a planet for any potential chaos against the Empire
• When his captives would cooperate
• People with good tastes

Dislikes:

• Stubborn prisoners
• Pretentious people
• Naivety
• Uncalled violence
• Wookies
• Being unorganized

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Athletics
• Combat
• Observant/Perceptive
• Interrogation techniques
• Navigation
• Limited command over storm trooper squads
• Education

Combat Skills:

• Blaster revolvers/Rifles
• Vibroblades
• Coordination
• Endurance

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - ISB Agent uniform, a pair of fine leather boots,
• Wallet, ISB badge and authorization I.Ds,
• Holstered blaster revolver on his belt
• Comlink
• Datapad
• Pocket sized dagger
• lighter

Quarters:

• Work terminal, for updating reports and data.
• Two giant bookshelves, various volumes of books
• A bottle of half emptied Corellian brandy on his work table
• An antique vobroblade displayed by the wall above his bed
• Photograph of him with his pet dog, Edith.
• Dejarik table
• Record player with records neatly piled on a shelf next to it
• A mannequin, where he stores his uniform.
• Weapon's cabinet, 2 revolver blasters, 1 J-19 bo-rifle and a bowcaster.
• Armory, ISB armor set

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History

The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:

Marcel's family is loyal to the Empire, ever since they have planted him their ideals and propaganda which he had adapted while growing up. Though he could not help question the morality of what they do, he believes that the Empire is the order the galaxy needs in order to lead it's civilization to glory.

Aside from the investigation assignments off planet, the bureau assigned him in internal affairs on board the Vindicator, keeping a close eye for any possible turncoats within its crew. He is tasked to do impromptu inspections and eliminating and replacing questionable officers by ISB's orders.

History:

Marcel was born to a force sensitive lineage. Both of his parents were distraught that they bore a son without such abilities yet they honed and trained him to be a devout follower of the Empire. They had plans for him to enter in politics just like they did, and their patience stretched thin when their only heir refused to take part of political affairs. Adding to the shame was his "unorthodoxed" preferences that made the family the center of public scandal. To his parents wishes he concealed his feelings and overtime he made up for the embarrassment when he excelled in his academics and made a name for the family. The moment he came of age, his father urged him to enroll in the ISB Academy, after graduation he enlisted and for a short time took part in military operations as a prerequisite.

At 24, his first major mission as an agent was to investigate an underground rebel group as well as an assasination plot on one of the Empire's senators. He did his job with diligence, taking necessary precautions such as effectively interrogating civilians, raiding possible hideouts and, in a more under the radar approach, going undercover on Rebel gatherings. One of this undercover assignments at a cantina in Seswena, he met and became fast friends with a gregarious ex-Imperial officer. They would regularly meet while Marcel would be undercover on their whole encounter, and with their regular meetings and engagements the young man came to develop feelings for the officer to w/c he returned as well.

As love can make one do stupid and naive things that later ends in regret, Marcel eventually let him in his secret and everything that's happening, with the purpose of protecting him when the chaos arises. They fantasized of running away one day when all this is over, leaving the war behind to live a life of peace and tranquility. All of that instantly changed years later when a group of incognito rebels had somehow found the targeted politician's safehouse location and at one point even came close to eliminating him. That's when Marcel and his team doubled their efforts on the investigation when, finally they found the mole that had been ratting them out to the rebels. The agent was in shock and furious to know it was his lover, blaming his carelessness that had put the empire in danger. They try to extract information on the mole who was slumped to an electric chair, though Marcel was stoic as he sent every shock of electricity to his love's battered body, he was on the verge of breaking down in his every cry for mercy.

Half dead, they finally made him crack of the rebel group's hideout as soon as they had the location, Marcel plunged a dagger to his heart, his last dying words to the Agent was to let him know that whatever lead him to this, he hadn't regretted every second of it. Marcel mourned him, and it greatly showed through his performance, which is more vicious than usual. He wouldn't hesitate to kill an uncooperative civilian, or show extreme harshness to his subordinates. It was the event that entirely changed him, made him overcautious of people specially the ones that got so close. To make up for his past incompetence, he personally led the attack on the rebel group in the planet and eventually wiping any rebel activities, to which Marcel had won recognition within the ISB.

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Extras

Character Quote: " By protocol, I am obligated to invade anyone's privacy weather they like it or not."
Theme Song:


Imperial Record: None
Anything Else: Dis and the first trilogy, Episode 4 to be exact. I have yet to watch episode 7 *_*
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

STARLIGHT [1980s Coming of Age Sci-Fi]

@McHaggis oh sht okay uhm sorry for this i sorta forgot that i'm in this rp lmao i'm a douche, i hate to break it to you all but immona have to back out the rp, i was caught in the middle of some shitstorm this term and i wouldnt be able to handle doing 2 separate rps at once for now so, ima have to bail out of this one. _{please dont hate me. ;_;} alas, till we meet again my darlings. :*

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@The Elvenqueen i highly doubt that. X)

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

posted. sorry it took awhile ;-;

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

Gol Zhavromi

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Garage -> Engine room

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At this point anyone who might have dropped by at the garage may have gotten used to the mess of the young Iradonian's workshop. Piles of machine pieces, a droid arm slumped by the eendtable and a disassembled astromech droid next to the workbench where Gol was busy tinkering the extracted hyperdrive motivator,hoping that she could still salvage some functioning components for the new one w/c by now she hopes that Luke hadnt forgotten again. Midway through her frustrated tinkering the good captain came in right on cue while Stehrr was following him behind like a gleeful little puppy, handing her the brand new motivator that made the Iradonian's eyes sparkle with excitement

"This is a class 1 hyperdrive motivator but if I can transfer the components on our 0.5 shell, the Raven would be able to go smoothly into hyperspace like lightsaber through butter. And yes, you've now became the best captain ever and how dare anyone who plans a mutiny against you. " Gol grinned back at her superior, it was one of these lighthearted moments where she was allowed to get cheeky with the captain, like everyone else.

As Gol careful goes about her tinkering, HK, being in his usual sarcastic dark charm gave a rather concerned remark on the iradonian regarding her thinkering on the engine, that indeed could possibly blow the whole ship down if done carelessly. "Don't worry bunny, that wont surely happen as long as I'm doing it."she said rather airily. Gol had come to call HK fondly with a pending list of pet names she conjures up on the back of her head, as a supposed response to his meatbag namecalling w/c she have come to consider it as his way of saying "darling" or anything cute of the sort. After she got it done easily and quickly, she went to the engine room to to insert the newly repaired hyperdrive.

It was then when a sudden bang came echoing from the engine room the moment Gol settled the engine part, the bang followed a frustrated grunt and blaring wave of curses, half of it was native Zabraki, then assured the group that it was nothing big"It's fine! Just a minor short circuit nothing to worry about! Yuuup, everything's fine!" "Jabba's saggy tits what the hell have I done!??" Now Gol has fried a couple of wires from the hyperdrive's adaptors, and may now need to replace them if she could search for some replacements at the garage or be fast enough to sprint at a nearest component shop before anybody notices that something is definitely wrong.