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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 3, 2015 18:24:20 GMT -5
Tralen snickered at the woman's mention of her teenage years, knowing of more than a few people who did similar things... though he never really understood all the effort, at least in the makeup department. The talk of the classier one was an amusing description though; he'd never really thought of a collar actually meant to look attractive for reasons other than 'I'm a bad girl/boy,' but he had to admit that when he pictured her with something like that it seemed pretty nice... though he'd definitely recommend a change in the rest of her attire first. Actually, he'd go with all of her attire. But then again, he would have to get used to far less pleasant clothing as it was... blech. Oh well, just one more cost of this journey.
As for the whole ship situation... he was aware it probably alarmed her a little as to the situation she had been forced into, but as he had been saying the whole while, he felt reasonably comfortable that she would be in the clear before things got too out-of-hand. And hopefully so would he. If all was lucky, the most that would happen would be him getting let off, and then a stop or two later she gets briefly questioned and then let on her way. That all said, her talk of her own trials in getting a license, or lack thereof, certainly made him a bit envious... because while she wasn't wrong in how simple it should have been, Therritha still had its own problems. "Oh, we don't have a different system," he told her, his voice gaining a slight growl of annoyance--though not directed at her, "The Republic has a different system for us." Of course, when he stopped at thought about it, it was probably reasonable, and he let his anger go, commenting off-handedly, "Suppose it's their right, Zygerrians being what we are."
He turned his gaze back to hyperspace, thinking on what he would do after he was clear, or if he would even be able to find a half-way decent life once he was confidently clear of his egomaniac of a mother. Of course, he didn't get much past the possibility of getting back into racing when the subject of little Sasen, who promptly let out a cheerful chitter at her touch. Grinning as the little reptile leaned into her hand, he spoke of him with a light smile, "Sasen here's a pygmy brezak, though just a pup right now. You probably saw some of the big ones flying around Torryn." At about that moment the little guy hopped off and did a nice little glide over to her lap, perhaps landing a little heavily on her but once he was on (and assuming she didn't throw him off), he curled up with her. Grinning at how well the little thing took a shine to her (though, then again, he took a shine to everyone), he continued lightly, "In my experience, the better the pet, the more attention they need. I used to help tend the stables of some brezak racers--not a job, I just liked working with the animals and taking them for rides." At which point he scoffed and added with a smirk, "One of my brothers had this... I think it was a type of cat. I only ever saw him feed and water it, but I swear that thing only ever walked from one sleeping place to another."
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Post by Jackie on Aug 9, 2015 20:02:47 GMT -5
Cadence couldn't help but cock an eyebrow as Tren went on to explain how they didn't have a different system for citizens obtaining their pilot licenses, but rather the Republic had pressed a different system on them itself. The Epicanthix didn't quite understand at first, but it quickly clicked what he was getting at. Awfully clever of the Republic to keep a 'problematic' species in check by drowning it in more bureaucracy than is actually necessary. The near-human had been just about ready to reply with something along the lines of 'Well your kind kinda brought it on themselves.' when the Zygerrian beat her to the punch. Cadence had to admit, Tren seemed much more self aware of the general disdain and stigma attached to his people, but she found herself wondering if that perception had any impact on his own feelings on the matter, or was he happy to own slaves regardless? Regardless, he hadn't brought any with him so the Epicanthix couldn't bitch much in that department. "On that subject, I can't promise you'll get a warm reception on Lianna, actually I couldn't promise you'd get a warm reception anywhere we landed, just so you know."
Before she could say anything more on the subject, the little brezak pup saw fit to move from Tren's lap to her own, getting Cadence to chuckle lightly in the process as she gently pet the creature. "So that's what they're called huh? Didn't expect to hear you keep those things as pets though, is there anything you guys don't domesticate?" Obviously the question wasn't serious, just her poking more fun at the Zygerrian, he was probably becoming aware that he'd have to get used to a bit of teasing around her by now. As Tren went on to speak of how his brother had some sort of feline pet, Cadence would laugh lightheartedly. "Sounds like me on a slow day. Sometimes I just lounge in my pajamas all day if I'm not scheduled to stop anywhere."
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 20, 2015 2:10:50 GMT -5
Tralen scoffed at the woman's comment about getting a shoddy reception, almost entirely by experience. "Don't worry, I have fond memories of getting spit on by Twi'lek to remind me." He wasn't joking either, that was something that had happened to him... on multiple occasions come to think of it. Hell, one fellow racer got DQ'd for spitting on his boots. Truth be told though, Tralen didn't have it in him to blame them; his people were slime, and being the son of one of the prime slime buckets was hardly a point in his favor. Actually... he didn't really know whether to think of her like that, as while she may have been overbearing and a bit harsh, his mother had only done wrong by him recently. He didn't know what to think... but that's why he was out here wasn't it?
The woman's joke question earned a grin out of him, and his reflexive answer was a playful, "Gungans. Absolutely worthless." The teasing was fine by him, it was kind of entertaining to sort of air out the shit that was flung at his people and hear the other side in a not-so-hostile manner. Her comment about the feline acting like her was an amusing thought, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, "Well, it'd be hypocritical of me to find fault with that. Always nice to lounge around the house... so to speak." Granted, he tended to spend more of his time doing things, mostly because he went stir crazy otherwise, but he was definitely not above spending a day to sunbathe on the balcony. Letting out a soft sigh, he finally got up and cracked his back and stretched a little before turning to her calmly, "Well, I should probably feed Sasen and make sure he knows where to use the restroom." With that he headed for his bag and started pulling out the critter's dishes, and the moment his fingers grazed the bag the little brezak's head looked up and he was almost immediately off like a dart for his supper. Smirking as he watched the critter, he let out a long sigh and waited for him to finish with his meal. Soon he'd be free from this place and able to be his own man, for the first time in his life, and there was nothing his mother would be able to do.
"Say that to me, one more time."
"He's gone ma'am. We have no idea where he's left to or how he disappeared. He didn't clock out or even leave the facility!"
Saika's eyes narrowed dangerously as she stared down at the little man's hologram in her palm, her expression flat and humorless, showing only malice and disdain. Right now she wasn't actually checking his reaction for if he was telling the truth... she was checking to see if this peon assisted her son. She had no illusions, she knew exactly what had happened, or at least within reason. There was still investigations to do, but she needed to delegate this; this was one of the rare occasions where she actually couldn't handle this personally. Fortunately for this man, she believed him. He truly was clueless on this. "Find him," she snarled angrily, "Get whoever you need to on this, just do it, or someone else will have your job." And on Therritha, that didn't mean that he would be fired; his ass would be in chains, begging her to stop lashing his worthless, incompetent ass.
To his credit, the human didn't react visibly beyond a slight wide-eyed expression before bowing his head in understanding. "Yes ma'am. OI! CARLOS! GET RATHA ON THE HORN!"
Shutting down the holo, she immediately groaned and pulled out her headpiece, hooking it over her ear and figuring out her next move. First thing was first, Fragile needed to be loaded and readied for flight, so she sent out the message. Second: she needed others to get as many eyes as possible in this. At first she debated lodging a formal complaint, but when she considered that this was most likely a legitimate or, at best, a grey disappearance on her son's part rather than a kidnapping, she decided against that. She needed her son back, not because he disappeared, but because of the knowledge kicking around in his head. She couldn't let him go. Hell, if he didn't have that knowledge, she'd be proud of his guts; she'd still try to get him back, but she wouldn't be quite so angry. No, she needed heavy arms on this. At first she started writing up a bounty for an "Alive only" bounty, searching through her files for a recent picture of her son and desiring a bounty hunter to find him. But then, as she was about to send out the listing, she realized that that would send the wrong message... and might attract the wrong kind of bounty hunter. Hopping onto her private speeder, she told her chauffer to return to Vucora Manor and started setting up a new bounty posting, wildly different in its message, and guaranteed to ensure that only those who would be capable of handling this with tact would come into this.
Rescue Bounty: Tralen Vucora
Reward for return: 80,000 credits
Reward for captor's apprehension and delivery: Negotiable
Reward for captor's death: 3,000 credits
For more information, contact Planetary Governor Saika Vucora.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 21, 2015 11:58:02 GMT -5
"Let's see. Eh, the usual; a Rodian smuggler, some Trandoshan hunter that double-crossed 'is client, a Weequay pirate. Huh, that's a new one. Some Zygerrian governor wants her son rescued. Hm, we never do rescues, should I get this Saika Vucora on the holo?" the Rodian co-pilot said as he skimmed through the various bounties. He absentmindedly spun in his chair, humming incessantly. Ruul was hoping he would eventually get good enough with a blaster that he would be more helpful on the bounties, but he didn't really expect too much from the ex-junker.
Still looking forward, Ruul shrugged. "Ruul does not know about this. Zygerrians are shady people and are rarely trustworthy. Ruul does not wish to get caught up in some sort of slaver scheme... But Ruul supposes that the other options are a bit old and tiresome and there is no harm in looking further into the matter." As he was speaking, one of his recycled OOM security droids arrived and began collecting the trash that was littered around the cockpit. Ruul leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot on the ground as he waited for the droid to finish. Ruul sighed as the droid slowly walked away. The droids were a bit annoying sometimes, but they were cheap and they served their purpose well enough. Additionally, Ruul never had to feed them and they didn't need sleeping quarters.
"Yes, Ruul would like to look further into this bounty. There is a chance--it is not likely, but there is a chance--that this governor Saika Vucora will have heard something of the Clawdite Ereys Thraiten. Ruul cannot wait to fill that bastard Ereys Thraiten's lungs with fire. Contact the governor Saika Vucora, Choobis." Ruul stood up and threw on his tailcoat. He stood in front of the holo communicator on the control panel, his hands clasped in front of him. As soon as the call is answered--assuming it is--he would state, "Ruul would like to know more about this rescue bounty."
((I'm still trying to figure out the strange speech patterns of the Gand, so bear with me))
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Post by Jackie on Aug 21, 2015 15:21:53 GMT -5
(Skip me this round.)
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 24, 2015 8:38:07 GMT -5
((No worries, you're doing fine. Sorry for the wait, been kind of exhausted))
"What do you mean you don't know what kind of ship it is?!"
"I swear, I've never seen anything like it. This thing looks like an Imperial Missile Boat got frisky with a YT-1300. I'm sending you a picture now, but I think it's a custom vessel."
Saika groaned with frustration as she disembarked from her speeder, rubbing her temples as she walked towards her manor. To her crew's credit, they were able to find the location that her son had taken off from pretty quickly, or at least quick enough that she wasn't tempted to put any of them in chains. However, a whole slew of issues had come up the moment they had. They still didn't have the ship's owner's name at the moment and were working on the registry, and this whole idiocy about the ship being some sort of unique design was a bit of a problem as well. Once the ship was on her screen, she rather quickly realized that either her man was wrong about it being a custom ship or the person making it was truly talented, because as odd as it looked the ship was clearly professionally built. Hopefully it would be easy enough to find, though in her experience people had a hard time describing things they didn't recognize.
As she headed for her personal landing pad to join the pre-flight preparations for old Fragile, someone else received a call. Her secretary had been frantically fielding calls ever since this started and was more than a little flustered at the moment; something which was hardly helped by the fact that the Zygerrian woman had far greater ambitions than being someone's secretary. When the call initially came up from the Gand, she didn't even register what it was at first, picking up the comm. and saying very grouchily, "Yes, Saika Vucora's office, what do you want?" Of course, once the obvious alien had his say, she immediately straightened up and got into her proper, business attitude, politely stating, "Ah, apologies for my rudeness, I'll patch you through momentarily. Please hold." Now, she didn't know what this bounty was all about, she was just busy redirecting people, but what she did know was that if Saika put a bounty on someone instead of handling it personally, than she meant business. "Madam Vucora," she addressed her boss once she got on her channel, "you have a bounty hunter by the name of Ruul on line five."
Saika was legitimately surprised by the speed at which that happened, but it was definitely the first thing to have happened in the last hour which would have given her cause to smile. Obviously, no smiles were forth-coming, but it at least gave her some degree of confidence. "Patch him through." There was brief pause as she activated her visor's recorder and the secretary did her work, but once she did, Saika was quick to get to business. "So, you're interested in the bounty I posted?" she stated plainly, her voice cold as the tundra yet oddly brisk with urgency at the moment, "Before we go any further, I need to know: how much experience do you have in rescues? Or at least live bounties." She was very clearly not a happy camper right now, but she didn't sound as panicked as someone who had just lost their son. More, she just sounded very deeply hostile--not towards the Gand obviously, just generally angry and agitated. Yet, it was an undertone of her voice; more than anything her voice's overtones were of a chilling civility that told a great deal of her predatory nature, yet was still leaning heavily towards the elegant side of the spectrum.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 25, 2015 14:25:31 GMT -5
The Gand stood politely, his hands still clasped in front of him, as the woman spoke. As he answered her question, he moved his right hand in quick, circular motions. "Ruul has much experience, governor Saika Vucora. Ruul has done both rescues and live bounties before and can deliver both the bounty Tralen Vucora and the captor, assuming this captor does not force Ruul's hand." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and crossed his arms. "Do you, Saika Vucora, have any information regarding the bounty, Tralen Vucora, the captor or the ship?" He really hoped she had something to go on. It was always difficult when the client couldn't even tell you what you were looking for. Unfortunately, that seemed to happen a lot.
As Ruul was discussing the bounty, Choobis would whisper from the side, "Should I get your equipment ready and start scannin' the Holonet?" Ruul nodded in response and quickly added, "Yes, Choobis. And get the droids--dOOM, bOOM, zOOM, glOOM, vrOOM and brOOM--to their gun stations." As Choobis skittered away to gather Ruul's equipment and get the droids to their posts, the Gand looked back to the holo communicator, waiting intently for the governor's response.
Choobis sighed as he found the droids, five of which were sitting slumped in the hall... bOOM was busy slapping one of the fold-out bunks for no apparent reason. "Get to your stations, you worthless scrapheaps," he quickly stated before approaching the arms closet. He opened it and pulled out Ruul's equipment. First the A280 Longblaster. Next came the belt with the Medscanner and Identity Chip Registry Scanner. He then pulled out eight Thermal Detonators, closed the closet and began to walk back to the cockpit. Ruul already had his pistols and his rocket boots with him, as always.
Still watching the holo communicator, Ruul put the belt on under his coat and clipped the detonators to his shoulder holster, where his pistols were already fastened. He grabbed the rifle by the grip and placed the stock on the floor, leaning on it slightly.
(( Yes, he just painted one or two letters in front of their Series number to get their names. xP ))
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Post by Jackie on Aug 25, 2015 14:33:24 GMT -5
(Go ahead and skip me again, Cadence and Tralen aren't doing anything important right now.)
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 26, 2015 13:27:26 GMT -5
While the Gand was only getting a snippet of his employer's face in his screen as opposed to his full-body stance, it was clear that she was pleased with his revelation of his experience, a brief appearance of a smile crossing her lips. It wasn't entirely clear if this was just bravado or the truth--she didn't know that many Gand and had a hard time reading even the ones she knew--but either way it was a good sign that he felt comfortable saying that in front of her. Though... then again... perhaps he was fool-hardy. But, if that was the case, she would (as humans said) cross that bridge when she came to it. No, she had more important things to handle. "Correct, I'm sending you the images I have now," she told him as she went about sifting through the most immediate pictures she had available. She only showed a teenage holo of her son, for obvious reasons (wasn't like he looked all that different), this one showing him next to his swoop bike and a helmet under his arm as he gazed towards the holocamera. The other was a set of still images of the ship which were very obviously taken from a security camera's angle, to which she added, "We have pictures with the captor, though I'm waiting for someone to clean them up. As for the ship, we're still working on getting the data on it, though my security personnel tell me that it's a non-standard model, whatever it is."
At about the time that the Gand was interrupted by his apparent partner, she received a fresh package of pictures, including the face of the 'captor'/accomplice. Hrmm... pretty looking thing. Would make a nice gift slave if nothing else, perhaps fetch a good price with a Hutt, though that was assuming she was good for nothing else. Unfortunately, there was another message. *Republic authorities are blocking us from accessing the registry, but we have an itinerary: Lianna.*
Frowning with irritation, she sighed and mocked an expression of deep disappointment bordering on hopelessness. "Well... we have at least an image of my son's assailant, and apparently she's headed for a planet called Lianna." with which she sent a handful of pictures showing the near-human woman. With that, she looked directly at the Gand and told him in a slightly more pitiful (and manipulative) tone, remarkably well-faked restrained sorrow on her face and a crocodile tear appearing on her cheek, "That's... all we've got. I hope it's enough for you to bring my boy home. And to help bring that schutta to justice." Ugh, acting so weak was demeaning... but she had a part to play, and she might as well get it handled.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Sept 4, 2015 10:36:04 GMT -5
Ruul looked through the images. When he looked up, there was a tear on the governor's face. How strange; he had never once seen a Zygerrian cry. And he had done business with quite a few Zygerrians, though he never liked it. But their jobs were usually fairly easy stuff, such as returning a slave or hunting down some mercenary that had betrayed them or something along those lines. And the pay tended to be pretty decent, so Ruul had no real reason to complain. That said, he had never done a rescue mission for one. Well, aside from the jobs to recapture some slave, which they often called a "rescue." He narrowed his eyes at the woman. "Of course, governor Saika Vucora. Ruul will safely return your son, Tralen Vucora, to you. As well as his unknown captor, though Ruul cannot promise that the assailant will be handed over in the same shape that the assailant is in in these images. Ruul does not yet know what kind of fight the unidentified female will put up... So you, Saika Vucora, say that the captor and Tralen Vucora are headed to Lianna? How long ago did the aforementioned two depart?"
Choobis whispers a few questions to Ruul from off-holo, to which the Gand nods. The ship adjusted to point toward the planet Lianna. Ruul held up a hand, gesturing for Choobis to wait until the conversation was over to make the jump.
"And, governor Saika Vucora, once you have answered that question... Ruul assumes you and I are done here and that Ruul may now get down to the business of the job at hand?"
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Post by aardvarklord on Sept 7, 2015 23:06:25 GMT -5
In truth, Saika wasn't certain if her decision to play herself off as the victim in this situation would work out, as the way the Gand seemed to be buttering her up indicated to her that he was a veteran of this work. Still, she couldn't help but give a slight smile at the alien's assurance that the assailant wouldn't be returned entirely intact; she didn't expect anything less. Though she had to admit to herself, she definitely intended to make use of the 'assailant,' one way or the other. Still, she didn't expect the Gand to outright cripple his quarry: in her experience, the insectoid creatures were efficient, but reasonably professional. That wasn't to say she trusted them or anything, but she generally expected them to do their job to the greatest extent of their abilities, and judging by the confidence in his voice, she had reason to believe that he was a veteran of the job, or at least reasonably experienced. As for the subject of the time-lag, she very quickly told him, "One moment," and brought up a second line which the gand wouldn't be able to see, but it would be pretty obvious that she was talking to someone else... though in the Zygerrian language. A quick bit of jabbering later, she shut down that line and readdressed Ruul, "According to my men, approximately three hours ago."
With that information delivered, the Gand stated his request to be let off the leash and she gave him a polite, grateful expression, "Of course. Good hunting; I pray you are successful." Nothing more to be said, she closed the line and promptly lost the innocent expression she'd been sporting, returning to the emotion she was actually feeling: cold, lethal determination. Returning to gaze on her Marauder's loading operations, she very quickly contacted her quartermaster, her voice sharp and intense, "So! Is everyone aboard?"
The man jumped as he looked up from his datapad, quickly turning to stand at attention for her, pounding his chest in a more traditional salute. "No ma'am, still down a few personnel."
"Where are they?" She had no time to dawdle, and she wanted everyone here IMMEDIATELY so she could join the hunt. If she was fortunate, she wouldn't have to pay the Gand, or would at least be able to personally oversee the repair of this absurd blunder. And she was in no mood to accept failure.
The man stumbled briefly, stammering out, "They're on their way. We're doing all we can to get ready on short not-YYEEEOOOWWWW!"
She hadn't let him finished the statement; if he had simply left it at 'they're on their way' and given her an ETA, she would have left it be. But she had no patience for this. Her electrowhip lashed out and struck the man across the chest. It wasn't at full power, not even on a stun setting really; it was just there to remind the man where he sat. As the man huffed and puffed from the strike, she walked over to him, her dress flowing her form elegant as she recoiled the whip, still holding it in her hand as she gazed down at the puny man. Slowly she reached down to grab his chin firmly, forcing him to look up at her. "No excuses. No complaints. Only estimates, facts, and requests." The man took a few more deep breaths before nodding his understanding, to which she released his face and gazed at him intensely, still coiling her whip as she stared at him. "Now. How long will it take to get us airborne?"
"No more than an hour ma'am, likely closer to thirty minutes."
"That's more like it," she told him with a sweet expression, smiling 'gently' at him as she headed for the boarding ramp to check on the other aspects of her ship, "Do try to reduce that estimate."
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Post by Jackie on Sept 21, 2015 18:30:44 GMT -5
(Sorry for the wait guys!)
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It had been an uneventful trip through hyperspace thus far for the Black Bird and her occupants. Cadence spent the time playing hologames mostly, also catching a half-hour nap at some point. After awhile however, she'd eventually raise from her seat and, after stretching lightly, make her way out of the cockpit to go check on her guest. Unsurprisingly, the Epicanthix eventually found the Zygerrian in his room tending to his little pet, which he seemed to have gotten settled fairly well. "Finding everything to your liking?" The woman asked as she found a spot along the wall to lean against, obviously it was more of a courtesy question than anything, Tren had to know that if he did voice any complaints he'd get little more than a mild shrug and a phrase along the lines of 'Tough luck.'. Assuming he knew better and only gave a positive response, Cadence would smile lightly. "Glad to hear it, anyways I was thinking of cooking up some supper, am I cooking for two or did you pack along something for yourself?" If he accepted her offer of a free meal, Cadence would turn and make to leave the room, her destination being the Black Bird's small kitchen. "You allergic to anything or is there anything you can't eat for some reason or other?" She'd call back to the Zygerrian, though he'd have to follow her for her to hear any reply.
Assuming he tagged along and informed her of any outstanding cuisine issues, or lack there of, they'd quickly reach the ship's small kitchen. It wasn't much to look at sure, but Cadence could whip up some impressive meals with what she had to work with. "Dunno any Zygerrian dishes so I hope you're not a picky eater, thinking I'll whip up a pasta dish I learned how to cook back on Coralag, sound good?" A rhetorical question really, if it wasn't then for his sake he better have packed enough pet food for two. "Oh, by the way." The Epicanthix began as she went about getting the cooking utensils she'd need for the meal. "We should arrive at Lianna tomorrow morning, I'm hoping the customer I'm hauling junk to can squeeze me in early, either way you'll be planet side before lunch time."
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Post by aardvarklord on Sept 23, 2015 18:02:43 GMT -5
For the most part through the trip, Tralen kept to himself with just Sasen, making plans on his datapad and trying to not go stir-crazy while his pet snoozed with a full belly. Figured, if he was lucky he'd be able to convince his current courier to keep with him for a distance further coreward, preferably some place heavily populated like Corellia or Coruscant if he could. If not, he could probably see about booking more formal passage to somewhere, probably aim to do it on the cheap so that he could pay extra for not giving a name. Either way, his best bet was to find some place with a lot of people and slip into the masses, get a new identification, and emerge blinking into the light as a new man. Beyond planning and looking after his pet though, he mostly just tried to nap. Not to much effect, but at least he got something.
He was actually kind of grateful when his host came in. Her question was kind of pointless; it'd be rude of him to say 'no,' and besides it really was reasonably nice, at least as the peasants went, "More than I'd expected." To her question of food, he looked at his bag... mostly nutrient bars in there. Yeah... he'd really like to eat some proper food instead of that. "Count me in." Hopefully she wouldn't try to poison him. Actually, it was nice of her to ask about allergies, though his response was a chuckled, "Honestly, if you have what I'm allergic to, then you're far too wealthy to be hauling." With that he joined her in the kitchen; hardly impressive, but this didn't exactly seem like a ship that would have the facilities for a five-star chef. Still, it wasn't like it wouldn't work for her needs. Leaning on a wall out of her way, he smirked at her question, responding with a light, "Works for me. It's not like I had that much back home." He didn't have that much in the way of food preferences; new experiences were usually good experiences. Though he definitely lit up at the mention of how close to their next planet they were, responding to her with a simple, "Glad to hear it."
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Post by Jackie on Oct 12, 2015 20:24:45 GMT -5
(Aard and I will hurry this up so you can start posting again Dap, I got sidetracked with work, sorry about that.  ) Cadence couldn't help but snort at Tren's little retort about whatever he was allergic too essentially being out of her league. "Well damn, I guess I'll just have to use plain old poison, I hate wasting good poison ya know." She'd smirk lightly at the Zygerrian as she said this, obviously just kidding with him. Despite the fact he'd strong-armed her into this little arrangement, the Epicanthix couldn't really bring herself to be bitter about it, and to poison or otherwise incapacitate the alien, fatally or not, wasn't really worth the effort. She'd be free of him soon enough as it was, plus he wasn't behaving as arrogantly as Cadence expected him to, which was nice. Honestly, as much as she may have not wished to admit it, she was at least somewhat happy to have a little company on her ship again, even if it was only for a short time, at the very least it broke up the monotony of the trip and gave her something to do. That wasn't to say she liked the man himself, as it was she felt pretty 'meh' about him, then again she didn't really know him all that well either so it was a bit unfair to judge him so early, Zygerrian or not. After collecting the pan and cooking utensils she needed, Cadence slipped out of her jacket and hung it upon a nearby hook on the wall, swapping it for the apron that had been hanging in it's place. "Mind being my helper while you're here?" She'd ask the Zygerrian as she slipped the apron over her head and tied it loosely behind her. Provided Tren didn't mind lending a hand, the Epicanthix would point towards the primary storage cabinets. "Look in there and see if you can find me some (insert type) noodles, it'll be a clear bag with a red logo. I'll also need salt, black pepper, and (insert name of Corulagian sauce), all of them should be in there." While Tren went about tracking down the simple ingredients Cadence had listed for him, the woman made her way to the nearby refrigerator to dig out the rest of what she needed. After pulling out a few vegetables and a bit of meat, Cadence set to work getting everything prepared. "So..." The Epicanthix began, figuring she'd make a little small talk, it wasn't like she'd get the chance to do so much after tomorrow. "What kind of fancy, overpriced, bullshit foods did you usually eat? Is Zygerrian cuisine good enough for me to bother picking up some recipes?"
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Before long, Cadence had the veggies, noodles, and diced meat sizzling in her pan, the Epicanthix adding a bit of spice or sauce every so often, always in small amounts. The smell of the cooking food quickly spread through most of the ship. |
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Post by aardvarklord on Oct 17, 2015 0:51:43 GMT -5
Tralen scoffed at the woman's talk of poisoning him, though internally he actually considered actually marking things down in his head to watch her making the food. He knew she was probably joking, but he'd screwed her over, even if he wasn't rubbing it in her face he wasn't entirely certain how much she wanted to get him back, if at all. That all said, she didn't seem that vindictive and he wanted to start getting into the mindset of no longer assuming everyone wanted to snuggle up to him for power or kill him due to his relations. As it was, she seemed pretty civil.
To her request of a help her he shrugged and got off the wall with a light, "May as well." As he came over, he added with a sheepish smile and rubbed his neck, "I should admit though that I haven't made anything more complex than cereal in a while." Now that he thought about it, the last time he probably made anything was when he was back in school. Jeeze... this was going to get rough when he finally got planetside. Oh well, this would be a good lesson for later. He fetched the spices as asked, only stumbling a little when he had to find the spice whose name he didn't recognize, refusing to ask how it was spelled. As he searched, he couldn't help but smile at her question, passing over the things he had found and then going back to searching for the sauce. "Eh, well... our cuisine leans a bit hard on certain herbs, that or the poorer folks make things spicier to cover up the lack of them. Less meat than you would think, though that's more to do with us being a desert people and meat being expensive than not liking it. How did you spell that sauce n--ah! Nevermind!" Finally having the sauce in hand, he returned to her, leaning on the counter while they chatted. "I was raised on a variety of things though. The cooks..." she didn't need any prodding to know that he meant servants/slaves, "Usually cooked variations on their own cuisines. Had this one cook that my family hired for special occasions, a Trandoshan, could never pronounce his name. He was a wizard at the stove; he could take any meat or any set of spices and make them sing." He rather abruptly shuddered as he remembered what the man did to get Tralen to stop eating his stuff. "Word of advice, never ask a Trandoshan what the food actually is, unless you want to give yourself nightmares."
As the food started to waft through the ship, eventually little Sasen came plodding on in, stretching and letting out a soft yawn before coiling up to get onto the counter, hoping to investigate the smell closer. Thankfully, Tralen was quick to rein him in, pushing him back down with a quick, "No... go sit down." To his surprise, the pup complied, though he remained pretty close by.
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