((OOC: Im going to use the tread for ideas on a story I have been working on. Feel free to jump in and play or add a character. Interact with the droids or add in things as you like.))
Ciri
Apr 11, 2009 12:10 PM | Report Abuse reply
*Ciri Swo stands in what use to be a field of grain, now a transformed into a landing zone. He walks around the ship seated on landing struts in front of him. Rubs his now thinning and graying hair with his hand, he knows he has his work cut out for him. The ship, an old Mando Motors TT-7 was used for moving cargo and people from one work site to another. It would make the perfect ship for bounty hunting and he knows it. A repair droid moves up to his side.*
“Ok slick here is what we need to do. Start by tearing this old thing down to the sub frame. I want to replace all the outer skin with hardened durasteal reactive plating. We need to put in a class 3 sub light drive and .2 over hyperdrive. The new armament should be here by the morning so we have one day to prep this thing.”
*The droid beeps a few times to confirm its understanding and moves off. Ciri Swo picks up a tool and heads to the ship*
"One day down, many more to go."
*The sun rises on a new day and glistens off the frame work for what use to be a ship. Two cargo ships are now parked close to the frame work. Loading droids are working hard removing crates from one of the cargo ships. In the new light of day a tall man in coveralls can be seen speaking with a woman in red and gray Mandalorian Armor. Her body language suggests that she is not very happy with the sight of the area before her*
“You know, when you started talking about this project I thought you were kidding. That old thing has been in ice for 12 years. I don’t understand why you are so bent on this. We are not hurting for credits you know. Why don’t you just get a new ship?”
“Sweetheart, I know this is hard for you to understand. You’re new to this life, and I love you for taking it on and putting up with it. But not everything is about credits. Showing up in a space port with a shiny new ship is a good way to attract attention. In my line of work its best to be noticed as little as you can, I don’t have the reputation that Fett has. If he wants to fly around the galaxy is that ship of his, he can do it. Everyone moves out of his way. They don’t do that for me. I need to stay off the scope as much as I can. It gives me a tactical advantage. “
“I would know more of this if you would teach me more than how to put a hole in a piece of wood at 1000 meters.”
*The woman moves off without another word. A droid moves up beside the man and hands him a clipboard. He takes it signs his name on the bottom and hands it back to the droid without giving it a second look.*
“And so starts another long day at the office”
*Hours later the frame works is starting to take shape. Teams of repair droids can be seen moving over the structure attaching wires and bolting objects in place. Durasteal plating is stacked to the right of the ship. Their unpainted skins reflecting light like a mirror on the trees in the distance. A large man in Armor moves into the small area of grain still standing, pulls a piece of grain from its stock and puts it in his mouth as he walks into the clearing. His eyes gaze over the scene before him. The mess of parts, droids and tools strung out over the area makes him laugh to himself. Finding the person he is looking for he moves over to rocket pod laid out on a stand and kicks the foot of the man under it. Ciri Swo slides out, squints his eyes against the mid day sun and smiles at his brother. Using an old rag he wipes his hands and gets to his feet.*
“Keira came to see Nic today. She was pretty upset Cir’ika”
“Yeah well she will get over it. At least I’m home every night while I’m working on this thing”
“I think you’re missing the point. She wants to go with you. She wants to hunt, vode. And I can’t blame her. You two have been married for almost two years and how many times have you taken her out with you? He busts her shebs to keep everything right here at home. She has bent over backwards to lean our ways, lean to shoot, stalk and any other things we will teach her. She has been a sponge. The only thing she needs is field time. And you’re not giving it to her. She wants to be part of this life, your life. She doesn’t give a rancor’s tail about you rebuilding this ship, she just wants to hunt with you. Vode, I haven’t seen her take off that armor in months. It’s time to take her out. I think she is ready.”
*The sound of metal on metal can be heard from behind the two men and they turn to look. One of the heavy lifting droids has a hydraulic line hanging from its load bearing arms and is spraying fluid. The sheet of durasteal plating it is carrying is teetering and looks about to fall on one of the weapons pods. Both men turn and run for cover. They cover the distance of the small grain field in a matter of seconds and move behind the safety of a large tree just inside the wood line. Peering around the side of the tree it is clear that the durasteal plating has fallen, missing the weapons pod my millimeters. Cam turns and places his hand on Ciri’s shoulder.*
“Think about it vode…and lay off the cookies, you’re getting soft.”
*Cam moves off threw the wood line without making a sound. Not easy to do for a man his size. Ciri being the runt of the family and still weighing in at 215lbs, small compared to Cam’s 280 at just under 2 meters in height. Ciri frowns to himself as he looks back at the ship. He crams the rag that he unknowingly has been balling up in his hand into his back pocket and starts back to the field. Clearly thinking he has missed something more important than a good ship.*
Apr 11, 2009 12:15 PM | Report Abuse reply
((OOC: Thanks Jade ))
*The sun is setting in the sky and the air is starting to cool. The skeletal frame of a ship can now be clearly made out over a distance. Colored wires snake around the framing giving it a rainbow appearance. Stacks of broken crates, durasteal, and tools are visible everywhere. It is clear that a major project is underway here. A small crack can be heard over the distant hills and a tiny light can be seen descending in the reddening sky. The light streaks threw the atmosphere and grows larger as it crests the mountain tops. Landing struts appear as it slows over once full grain field, now a landing zone. Repulser drives whine as it settles on its landing struts. Minuets pass and a large cargo hatch opens to face the multicolored frame of the ship in progress. Two heavy loaders amble down the ramp. Large metal crates protrude from the front of the heavy lifters. Hydraulic lines bulging at the stress being placed on the arms by the weight of the crates.
A tall man, slightly graying jumps nimbly off the skeletal structure in the field. He pulls a rag from his back pocket, quickly wipes his hands and tosses it to the ground. A droid about one meter in height dragging a spool of colored wire, leaving a trail much like a glass spider, moves past him, completely unaware of his presence. Its only focus is on its task. As the man approaches the ship an access hatch on the side opens. A slender woman of medium height walks down the now open hatch. Her movements are that of a dancer, causing the man to smile curiously. Not what you would expect from a freighter pilot. The sun hits her back as she emerges from the shadow of the ship. Her face still hidden in darkness, only her red in her hair can be seen shining in the wavering light of day.*
((OOC: Got to head off on a mission, duty calls and all. Ill post more when I get back tomorrow.))
Apr 12, 2009 12:08 AM | Report Abuse reply
“Hello Ciriss…”
*The grin changes quickly to cringe at the sound of his full name.*
“No one has called me that in years, Abby.”
*Ciri’s father had grown up with a man named Ludwin Grisen, who enlisted in the Empire and became a well respected name in the stormtrooper ranks. On a protection detail some years later he met a rocket skate dancer with the Hissen Hoth Ice Ballet named Abby Meris and were married. Now in her mid fifties she no longer skated, but her graceful movements and beauty had stayed with her over the years.*
“You’re a long way from Coruscant Abby, what brings you out here? And what is with the crates?”
*He gestures to the two crates no unloaded and sitting neatly next to the other parts in the field.*
“Ludwin heard about your little project and thought he would send a gift. One box is an Imperial Military Grade sensor system used on most of the smaller scouting crafts. And the other is a bolt in detention cell. He thought they may come in handy in your line of work.”
“That was nice of him, tell him thank you for me please. Though I probably don’t want to know where he got that sensor system.”
“Well, with the fall of the RGE military parts are easier to come by, especially for retired troopers.”
*Her face strains as she mentions the fall of the RGE. Everyone knows governments come and go, it’s the changes that come with new ones that really place everyone on edge.*
“Will you be staying? I’m sure Keira would love the company.”
“Sure, for a day or two maybe. Thanks. She down at the house?”
“Should be. I was just finishing up here for the night. Give me a second and ill head down with you.”
*He quickly tosses the tools to the side. Shuts down the droids, leaving the wiring droid with a multicolored line of wire still on the ground. The two turn for the house. And begin talking about the past as they walk.*
Apr 13, 2009 1:50 AM | Report Abuse reply
*The smell of caf fills the darkened room. No light enters through the blackout shades, he sleeps better that way. Slowly he rolls to his left side, back muscles straining in protest of the unwanted movement. With his eyes still closed he reaches out to her side of the bed to find it empty. Typical, she either didn’t sleep again, an occurrence that is becoming more and more common for her, or she is up really early. He opens his eyes to the darkness and surveys the room. Reaching over to the night stand he flips on the light, blinding him momentarily before he eyes adjust to the new light. For minuets he lays there, willing himself to get up. Once and easy task, now much harder, life and career are catching up with him. Now on his feet he stumbles to the fresher and flips the switch for the shower, no better way to loosen sore muscles in the morning and wake up at the same time. Thirty minutes later he emerges, now more alert and clean shaven save for a small patch of stubble on his chin that meets at the corners of his mouth. At the closet he pulls a fresh body suit and notices that it feels a bit snug.*
“Humm, maybe Cam is right, I should lay off the cookies.”
*Dressed in armor now he makes his way down the hall and to the kitchen. The two women are already seated at the table chatting. Keira gives him a warm smile as he enters.”
“There’s fresh caf in the pot and nerf strips on the stove if you’re hungry.”
*He grabs a cup and fills it to the brim, then a plate and tosses a few nerf strips onto it and takes a seat at the table. The news on the holo quickly catches his attention. A female Zabrak is reporting from Coruscant. He grabs the remote and turns up the volume.*
“….mean while clean up continues here at the site of what was once the Reconstructed Galactic Empire Senate building. Authorities still have no leads on who planted the explosives causing the total destruction of the building almost four standard days ago. Sources close to Galactic Holo News Network report that 7 men in Mandalorian Armor we seen moving away from the site just minutes before the explosion. The only information on their identities, according to sources was a tab seen the left shoulder of their armor in black and gold with unknown writing. What if anything they have to do with the explosion is also unclear at this time. Empress Athena was unhurt during the explosion and has been seen in public venues several times since. However the total body count from the disaster and who if anyone else survived it is unknown at this time. We will keep you updated as more on this story unfolds. I’m Tikn Orsom, GHNN.”
“Thank you Tikn. Now here is Bridan with your morning sky lane report. Bridan….”
*The volume lowers again and Ciri turns slowly to see both women glaring at him. Their faces frozen in shock. He looks down at the left shoulder of his armor and smiles at the black and gold Roughneck tab painted on it, then looks back to the two women with a knowing smile.*
“Hey, I go where the credits are.”
*He shrugs, gets up from his seat, grabs his plate, snatching the last nerf strip off and crams it into his mouth. Still chewing he deposits his now empty plate in the sink, downs the last of his caf and walks to Keira. Slowly he bends down and kisses her on the cheek, grabs his helmet off the bench beside her and heads for the door.*
“Tas’it says the mounts should be done this morning so I’m heading into town to pick them up, I’ll be back later this afternoon. You two stay out of trouble.”
*He hollers back threw the closing door that he loves her. The sound of a speeder starting can be heard from inside the house. The two women, still sitting in their chairs look at each other in mock disbeliefe.*
“You married the Roughneck Keira.”
“What can I say? I love him, even if he is a bit out of his mind at times.”
*Keira stands and heads to the counter, cup in hand.*
“Get you another cup of caf, Abby?”
Apr 13, 2009 2:57 AM | Report Abuse reply
(( Oh wow, you have such a talent for story telling. I am most impressed. ))
Apr 13, 2009 3:44 AM | Report Abuse reply
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