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Post by Zenios on Jan 15, 2014 23:33:47 GMT -5
Val frowned a bit as Tower tapped the lightsaber at his belt. Did the Mando hunt Jedi, then? That was about the only conclusion he could draw, if having a lightsaber despite obviously not being a Jedi was any indication. It was equally possible he'd just purchased or stolen it from someone, but Val didn't feel particularly inclined to debate the heavily armored, presumably-quite-well-trained mercenary's skill in combat either way. That was how you got killed, and he'd already tried to talk his way around the possibility of a blaster bolt in the gut too much today.
He pondered that on his way to the bridge with the Imperials' other newfound guests, the Mandalorians and some of the former prisoners. He was getting rather old, after all, at least for field work. While his mind remained sharp, mayhaps even sharper, Val could sense the first indications that he was starting to age. The little aches and pains were harder to ignore, he was short of breath more quickly, he was starting to lose a step. Maybe it would be a good idea to retire to analysis--or at least counterterrorism, or something that wasn't highly dangerous like undercover--if he got out of this one alive.
Not that that was looking particularly likely, given that he'd returned to the present just in time to notice every blaster in the room being raised. Val had to physically fight the urge to dive for cover--or at least get down--at that, though a sudden movement would be much more likely to get him shot and killed than just standing here and surrendering would. Val hadn't really been paying enough attention to notice what had set off the Captain, certainly hadn't caught his name, but the end result was certainly the same.
Going off his little speech, it sounded almost like the Imperial had been offended in some way - and it seemed like he was serious. Deadly serious. That made it likely, then, that some of the ship's Stormtrooper compliment was present with heavier weapons in order to more effectively combat the Mandalorian troops. Hm. He'd missed the sound of them entering, too - or maybe he was just too focused on the number of blasters pointed in his general direction to care about a few more. "I've certainly no problem with civility, Captain," Val chipped in quietly, careful not to move. The question hadn't exactly been directed at him, but perhaps it was best to offer his input to maybe talk down the numerous blasters.
Or maybe he'd end up with one of those very weapons in his face. You never could tell with Imperials; they were so predictable as to be unpredictable sometimes. Then again, maybe that was because most of the officers and leaders were just the slightest bit crazy. Val certainly didn't know.
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Post by ShockHelix on Jan 20, 2014 2:55:26 GMT -5
"So what will it be Mandalorian? Do we die today? Or do we try being a bit more... /civil/ while under my somewhat metaphorical roof?"
Emperor had crossed his arms while the troopers interrupted his exit and the Captain had given his intimidating speech. Tower was worried, shifting side to side. From the look on the Captains face, he was just as stubborn and foolhardy as Emperor, and Tower did not feel like seeing what happened when an unstoppable force hit an immovable wall.
Emperor sighed, staring down the trooper nearest him with eyes of steel. “Motherfucka you better get that gun out of my face.”
The trooper flinched and started lowering the gun, before catching himself and keeping it in place. Emperor let out a single laugh, and whirled back around to give the Captain the same stare.
"I've certainly no problem with civility, Captain,"
Tower nudged the GAG Agent, wishing the man had kept his mouth shut. Emperor looked to be in one of those moods where he'd get everyone killed if he thought the Mandalorian culture had been offended. Which, while the Captain seemed to know some, he certainly had no idea why Emperor fought.
“Oh, you both want civil. WAR is not civil, Auretii. Maybe you're a bit confused, but see we're in a hurry. Your allies have us on mission to intercept what they believe is a Jedi ship, make nice, and gather information on their forces. Which we can't do if they find us docked with an Imperial Ship. So while I would just love to play games with you, we're on a tight schedule now, and you need to get out of our intercept route before their ship shows up and you have to blow them out of the sky. And I'm sure that your leader would just love to have a call from Jacen Solo about how you screwed over his operation. Now, would you mind not starting another intergalactic incident and getting yourself killed in the process? 'Cause that would be great, Auretii.”
Tower looked to Shadow, and both of them cringed, instinctively grabbing onto their weapons in preparation.
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Post by Zelus on Jan 20, 2014 14:35:53 GMT -5
Jax slowly looked towards the ground, to hide his expression. Was that bluff really a bluff? Or were they actually here to find a Jedi ship? Is that how they’d found him? Were the Jedi really that close? Jax sort of cursed himself, and the pirate captain who was most likely dead now. If they’d only just ignored the Mandalorian ship, they could’ve been in Jedi hands now… rather than Imperials. For once however, he was glad not to have a lightsaber. A force sensitive is only a force sensitive until the status of a Jedi is proved. One of those would be a lightsaber, and he’d dropped his a long time ago.
The Gardener and his compatriots, the Chiss and the Twi-Lek, were quiet, though the Chiss looked a little more uneasy. She wasn’t meant to be there on an Imperial ship. She’d gotten away from the Chiss Ascendancy a long time ago. She didn’t want to be handed back there, and so she kept near the Mandalorians, somewhat praying for her life.
The Gardener stared blankly at the nearest stormtroopers, feeling the tension. He was getting ready to blast them away with his throats. He’d wait until the time was right. What he wanted more than anything was to just get out of the star destroyer, but he was at the mercy of the Mandalorians, and they were at the mercy of the Imperials.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jan 20, 2014 20:51:21 GMT -5
Huggle was Hastily brought to his feet. His hands were forced to his back, and a pair of space-handcuffs bound them he struggled slightly as he was forced into them and began yelling obscenities in Zabraki. Thankfully for Huggle the storm troopers had not noticed the Vibro-rapier strapped to his belt, and the blaster on his holstered by his contrasting hip. Huggles face turned to a panicked look - after he finished being pissed-off by his captors - he looked back towards his ship and a bead of sweat dripped from the top his head to his chin. The alarms of the ship were still going off, and the sirens continued to blare, but the storm troopers seemed to care less - Huggle could have sword he'd seen a couple of them walk into each other as they attempted to pick up space-debris - Huggles faithful droid has since folded up into the shape typical of the pilot droid with its blaster still holstered behind it's back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Several space-miles from the star destroyer The miss-matched Jedi and apprentice had been jumping from planet to planet in their search for a new lightsaber inevitably Dench 'ial had planned on them ending up in Coruscant to return to the Jedi temple, Dench had found a bright green lightsaber there once, and he was sure he could find yet another. Dench paced back and forth in the cockpit of his YT-1300 (which was on auto-space-pilot) he shrieked in high pitched jawaese ramblings, a small device on his sash picked up the speech and translated the following: "Aww Kairon, look upon the bleakness of never-ending-space it is one of the last true beauties of the universeDench paused for a moment he put his hands behind his back and peered out the window into the utter-emptiness, he squinted his eye-lids together as he noticed what appeared to be a grey smudge on the cockpit window. The Jawa licked his black-gloved finger and then rubbed the tiny smudge in an attempt to remove it, but the effort was without reward the smudge persisted. The small Jawa crawled upon the dashboard to get closer to the window, his eyes grew close to the window. The jawa noted, that the smudge was indeed no smudge at all, and it was in fact a ship, the Jawa gasped, and then spoke in a shrill hiss of wording his translator picked it up and vocalized it in basic: "That's no smudge..." |
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Post by GuardsGhost on Jan 22, 2014 0:33:12 GMT -5
“Oh, you both want civil. WAR is not civil, Auretii. Maybe you're a bit confused, but see we're in a hurry. Your allies have us on mission to intercept what they believe is a Jedi ship, make nice, and gather information on their forces. Which we can't do if they find us docked with an Imperial Ship. So while I would just love to play games with you, we're on a tight schedule now, and you need to get out of our intercept route before their ship shows up and you have to blow them out of the sky. And I'm sure that your leader would just love to have a call from Jacen Solo about how you screwed over his operation. Now, would you mind not starting another intergalactic incident and getting yourself killed in the process? 'Cause that would be great, Auretii.”
There was a palpable tension in the room as for ten long moments Captain Dernsorl seemed to be considering something. Then he merely chuckled and waved a hand. The blasters came down in precise snaps, the ensigns a bit slower to the beat. They were not as well trained as the stormtroopers, and it was more than likely that them being given blasters was a decision made on Dernsorls part personally. When he looked up, he pulled off his cap, revealing the smoothed back hair to allow it to rest easily, and he spoke. [fontcolor="053f10"]"I imagine I'd lose too many men to make it worth killing you lot, especially with your blazing armor."[/font]
Amazingly enough, this was followed by a chuckle which disappeared quickly to be taken over by the normal cool and calculating face. Whatever had just happened, it was clear Emperor had passed some test in the Captains book. "As for the Jedi? As a show of faith, if you require any assistance from me and my men, just ask it. Any chance to take revenge on the Jedi for what they did to the Empire our fathers carved out with their own sweat and blood deserve nothing les-"
Suddenly, one of the ensigns glanced up from a console and shouted. "-Another- ship captain!"
In an instant, Captain Dernsorl was spinning back to his place by the console. He moved surprisingly quickly for one in his position, as getting from his place on the center of the bridge to said console in no more than four seconds. "It appears we picked a busy day to be patrolling this area Ensign for our Galactic Alliance friends. Hail the ship and demand that it comes over for inspection..." He frowned, and glanced over at Emperor. "I don't like this. That ship isn't large enough to be a transport ship of any sort...not trader, nor mercenary, nor pirate...definitely not military of any sort. No markings....Ensign, hail that ship."
The Ensign moved quickly, and would begin broadcasting to the ship that had just arrived. "This is Imperial Star Destroyer Agitator to unidentified ship. You are hereby ordered to identify yourself by the Imperial military, all hail the Emperor."
Captain Dernsorl turned back to his guests, and raised a brow. It was clear that he was giving them permission to leave when he nodded towards the exit. But he didn't order them off the bridge, allowing them the opportunity to stay and watch if they so chose.
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Post by Zenios on Jan 25, 2014 23:19:54 GMT -5
Val still found it oddly tempting to either cut and run or duck for cover, and equally surprising that he was so uneasy around so many blasters. He'd spent quite a few years infiltrating anything from pirates to planets; the threat of being shot to death was far and away the least of his concerns. A brief nudge from one of the Mandalorians, probably to indicate he'd misspoken, didn't do much to comfort the veteran agent. Maybe it was the Mandalorians, then - just something about the armor and the culture and the what-have-you that set him on edge.
He'd certainly never interacted with any Mandos before--neither as friend or enemy, let alone somewhere in between the two--so that was a plausible explanation and if nothing else one to operate under for a time. Of course, it could have been the lie detector or mind reader or whatever the lead Mando pretty clearly had at his disposal, but that was mostly irrelevant for now. The tension remained thick in the air, enough so that you could probably cut it with a blade if you had one.
Val released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as the captain passed his judgment and decided not to order his troops to start shooting. He was going to have to do something about his nerves before he lost it. Maybe some of those Jedi breathing exercises he'd heard about would come in handy, if he got a few moments to himself to just focus on breathing. But, naturally, he had to try and defuse any situation which involved the armored schuttas next to him from being shot at and shooting back for the time being. Even if his efforts were wasted, Val much preferred fast talking to shooting.
One of the ensigns aboard the bridge interrupted the good Captain, informing him of yet another ship approaching the region. Oh, goody. Val crossed his arms as he listened to the captain's orders; he was halfway surprised that the man didn't just immediately order the new ship to be tractored into the hold like he apparently had everything else.
"I'll stay, if you don't mind," he offered as the captain turned back towards Val and the Mandos with a bit of an inquisitive look on his face, nodding towards the exit. At least, that was what he had assumed the man meant; if not, he needed to requisition a ship or at least transport down to Coruscant somehow.
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Kairon smiled and shook his head a little bit as Dench spoke up. In the month or so they'd been together, Kairon had never quite managed to wrap his head around the Jawa's strange speech patterns--or at least the way they were translated. The words were so at odds with a bit of a darker personality, so much more jovial than he would have expected from a servant of this Dark Side. "It really is, isn't it?" the apprentice said to the master, admiring the sight. How peaceful it could be. He'd heard that people who stared off into space like this went insane; or maybe that was just hyperspace.
He could never remember, but he had already followed a Jawa from his life on Arkania because he'd promised power. Kairon was pretty sure he was going crazy already if that was the case; a little space-induced insanity certainly couldn't help.
He adjusted the set of blinders on his forehead, devices meant to filter out the infrared light that could and would overload his sensitive eyes and essentially blind him. Being rather bulky, he couldn't exactly pack the things into a pocket; but they also grew quite uncomfortable wherever he chose to keep them on hand, whether it was around his neck or on his forehead. Maybe he'd have to start wearing a utility belt with a large enough pouch for the things.
Kairon gave pause as he noted Dench try to polish a smudge off the cockpit's viewport, leaned a little closer to examine it, and then glanced at the sensor display in one corner of the small cockpit. He offered a bit of a nervous smile as Dench began a line he could have sworn he'd heard somewhere. "Nope, that'd be a Star Destroyer. Imperial, by the look of things." Oh, this was going to get interesting. So much for an uneventful trip to Coruscant to infiltrate the Jedi Temple so that Kairon's lightsaber training could begin.
"They're hailing us." Kairon notified Dench, probably unnecessarily, as the comms board lit up. "What should I say? Should I say anything? Would you rather talk to them?"
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Post by ShockHelix on Jan 26, 2014 3:17:41 GMT -5
Tower let out a sigh if relief when the captain called his men down, but frowned at the grin covering Emperor's face. Whatever had transpired, the Mandalorian commander was making it clear he thought he'd won the argument, and Tower hoped it wouldn't be causing another one. But Emperor just kept his mouth closed, grinning while the Captain offered his assistance with whatever they needed. Of course, that was right up til the moment another ship was announced approaching. Tower's chest tightened again as his commanders face darkened. The new ship was most likely that of the Jedi's heading to Coruscant. Emperor walked past the troopers and headed for the bridge, uninvited as he was. Even with their invitation to leave, Tower understood that Emperor intended to stay. At least until they got the affirmative on who the ship belonged to. Still, the situation had diffused, and there was nothing he could do now to help. Their mission was in larger hands now. But Emperor had mentioned something about new recruits, which no doubt referred to the Gardnerer, the Chiss and the Twi'lek, and the force sensitive Magician had found. Shadow seemed intrigued enough by the situation at hand, so Tower left his side without disturbing the former Jedi and moved in front of the other's. "So, it seems the syndicate means to run you through the tests. All of you, I assume. If you'll have it. Probably a better life then whatever got you stuck on that ship. So, you looking for a change of scenery?" ((Okay, I have no idea what's going on here timeline wise, so we should probably get some exact decisions on the state of relations between factions.  )) |
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Post by Zenios on Jan 26, 2014 21:40:01 GMT -5
[[This is the part where we all check the freeform planning thread]]
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Post by Zelus on Jan 31, 2014 22:42:33 GMT -5
((I didn't realise it was my post, so sorry about that. Feel free to skip me right now, since I can't do much but wait))
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Feb 2, 2014 22:00:18 GMT -5
Huggle watched the captain raise his eyebrow at all of them men standing in the bay, he smiled as the two soldiers held his arms firmly behind his back. He looked down at the floor for a moment and then perked his head back up to speak "Well, if you have nothing to hold me for then I suppose i'll be taking my leave."
Huggle looked over towards his droid who had suffered some sort of temporary EMP attack, and then looked back towards the commander as to ask a question. "Where are you keeping my ship captain? I was very busy before you yanked me out of the sky, and I would like to get back to my business."
He began to struggle a bit as the troopers tightened there grip. It was clear he was beginning to grow impatient. They had yet to explain why they were holding him, and they hadn't seemed to be paying him much attention so he felt that his presence was unneeded.
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Dench's mind was racing as he heard the hailing frequency go off, he looked to his apprentice as he spoke. 'What should I say? Should I say anything? Would you rather talk to them?'
Dench's frown was hidden behind his cowl his glowing yellow eyes would appear to get smaller as he squinted at the young apprentice speaking. In retort Dench spoke, and his translator did its job "Step aside padawan I will handle this. If you have a hood now is the time to wear adorn it." Dench stood in front of the com-system in his ship, and listened attentively.
'This is Imperial Star Destroyer Agitator to unidentified ship. You are hereby ordered to identify yourself by the Imperial military, all hail the Emperor.'
The small Jawa cleared his throat in a high pitched shriek. He turned on his broadcaster and begin frantically speaking Jawaese, jumping up, and down as he did so his translator picked up the speech patterns, and translated in a calm manner "We apologize for any interruption we may be causing at the moment. This is a small Civilian transport vessel on the way to Coruscant. Do you imperials require anything?"
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Post by GuardsGhost on Feb 6, 2014 14:53:24 GMT -5
Captain Dernsorl remained quiet as Emperor joined him by the console. He had invited them to leave at their leisure, and he wasn't going to make a scene about the Mandalorian choosing to stay. The calm robotic voice of a translator soon came from the console, causing Dernsorl to raise a slight eyebrow. He showed no other sign of distress, but the fact of the matter was he was exhausted.
He had goofed up too much today. He had been too overzealous in upholding the Empires law, and checking ships, and now he had a boatload of Mandalorians chumming around his bridge. Did he really want to get into the same problem with a ship identifying itself as a public transport vessel? He shook his head, sighing once. It was a bad day. After this, I'm going to just plop down in my cabin with a cup of kaf and just pretend this day never occurred. No mandalorians, no bounty hunters, no pirates, no nothing. I just am going to stay in that office, and relax for once. The thought caused a thin smile to grow on his lips, because he knew immediately that it was false.
Plus, there was a gut feeling that made him want to investigate this. Just as he reached that conclusion, the zabraks shrill demand came from down the bridge. Dernsorl stood up straight, and walked over to the man in a deliberate manner, raising a gloved hand to stop a Stormtrooper from smashing his rifle into the mans head. He raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head. "Infact, I do have something you can assist us with before we allow you to go free Captain. A game if you would. There is currently a vessel claiming to be a public transport vessel heading towards us. My instincts are telling me not to trust it for some odd reason. So, I'm going to let -you- talk to them. Then, you can tell me what you think. It should be pleasantly amusing."
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Post by Zenios on Feb 17, 2014 14:14:28 GMT -5
"Step aside padawan I will handle this. If you have a hood now is the time to wear adorn it."
Dench's requests still left Kairon cocking his head, and he had a feeling they would for awhile. There wasn't much sense disagreeing or asking the point, though, so he flipped up the hood of the traveling cloak he wore. It would have been nice to have a better weapon than a small blaster pistol or a vibroblade if they were about to take on a ship full of Imperials, but he supposed some faith in his master would take him much further than doubt would. Hell, a couple of weeks ago he'd thought the Force was just a fairy tale and now he was being trained in it.
But still... This was a Star Destroyer they were talking about. Just based on size alone he would have guessed they carried a few thousand individuals, a few thousand blasters, and who knew how many of those were Stormtroopers. No, Kairon supposed he really couldn't help but feel uneasy. He scooted out of the way as Dench moved towards the communications panel, slipping towards the back of the little cockpit.
"So what do you have in mind, Master?" Kairon asked after the little Jawa was done speaking. They obviously couldn't just fight head on, or reasonably expect to flee at this point. If it wasn't too late, he would have suggested they play dead in the water, or just play dead altogether. But he was new to this; Dench, at least at first glance, had been around the block more than once. It was possible the Star Destroyer had sensors that would be able to detect the two life-forms, or something along those lines. Kairon certainly didn't know.
[Don't really have anything to do with Val, so I guess I'll just call this complete unless someone really wants me to find something]
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Post by Zelus on Feb 17, 2014 14:18:53 GMT -5
The Gardener stared at Tower for a few minutes, holding his hands up to calmly negate the opinions of the Chiss, the Twi’lek and Jax. “For these people, I can agree that their lives would be made… somewhat better by falling in line with you Mando’a. However…” the Gardener rasped. “This is neither the time nor the place to discuss such matters… especially as the options are slim. Perhaps this particular offer should be delayed until we are in more neutral grounds.”
Jax hesitantly agreed, trusting the Ithorian’s judgement. “I would like to get outta here though if it’s all well with you.” Jax’s stomach grumbled for a second. It then hit him how tired he was. The diet given to him by the pirates was slim at best, just enough to keep his strength up, but not enough to enable him to present much of a threat. Underneath his slave garb he was just skin and bones.
The Twi’Lek male gave a small smirk at the ‘boy’, though inwardly he was as hungry, as he was sure the others were… though he wasn’t too sure about the Gardener. The Ithorian was patient and slow, and had all the skills to keep strong for months at a time with very little food. Something told him that was the Ithorian biology, but he wasn’t an expert.
((Sorry for posting out of order, but Immortal kinda needed this post to reply. I'll fall back into the former posting order next time))
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Post by ShockHelix on May 19, 2014 5:13:10 GMT -5
((Okay, I don't know where we were at with the posting order, but Zen and I were talking and decided to start this up again.
New Order: Immortal - Butter- Zen - Ghost - Zelus
Begin!))
Tower slapped the Gardener on the shoulder, in an attempt to be friendly. "No time like the present friend. Far as I understood we have permission to leave. You can come back with us to our ship, talk things over, you don't like the idea we can drop you off at the port." Shadow, silent as ever, laid a hand on Tower's shoulder, and the Mandalorian Mercenary seemed to immediately get the rogue Jedi's message and lowered his voice. "Probably safer with us anyway. . . "
Tower looked to the exit, seeing two of the Mandalorians heading out of the room. They were all business and structure up until the second a job was done, and then it was off on their own. Emperor would likely stay aboard for now, try and smooth things over with the Imperial Captain, at least Tower hoped. If he made things worse, then Tower would prefer not to be standing in the middle of the hornet's nest. "Either way, I'm ready to go relax a little. That was some close call on the ship. Your choice is your own."
He tapped Shadow on the shoulder, and headed for the exit, Magician quickly coming up beside him as they made for the exit. Magician and Shadow seemed to be exchanging odd glances as if they were talking to one another, and Tower shook his head. If he didn't know better, he'd swear the two could read each other's mind.
Up near the captain, Emperor stared at the ship, clearly frustrated. Letting the smuggler talk to the ship seemed like a horrible idea. Not that anyone had asked him. If his suspicions were right the ship was Jedi. He hadn't been entirely truthful about their mission, but still, it was blown no matter what if the Jedi saw them with the Imperials. "Your instincts Captain? I told you a ship was on this course. Or maybe you weren't listening. It's a Jedi vessel." Emperor scoffed in the captains direction, crossing his arms and staring at the ship impatiently, trying to figure out a plan that would fix this mess.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on May 19, 2014 18:39:00 GMT -5
It was evident that the commander was slightly peeved at Huggles hurried thoughts, his reaction to them however came as a surprise Huggle. The commander had requested for the smuggler to communicate with the ship which had just entered this portion of occupied space. Huggle was no master in exo-linguistic communication, but he figured that he was inches away from the space-slammer anyway, so why not have a little fun before you get locked up?
Huggle was amazed he made it this far without so much as a mention to his sword, or blaster he felt the weight of them on his waist, they were becoming annoying, and he wanted to remove them form his belt. He moved his hands in an attempt unlatch them, but was quickly reminded that he was still hand-cuffed.
Huggle followed the commander to his console in order to have a brief conversation with the man - or possibly robot - on the other end of the line. Huggle had no idea what to say, and began speaking on the fly in a purposely phony accent in an attempt to impersonate the commander "Good evening rogue ship! It appears that you are in our air-space!" Huggle turned to the commander, and gave an obnoxiously large wink, as if the commander was in on the joke.
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Dench could sense that his padawan was growing uneasy, and he turned to him just as he began to speak 'So what do you have in mind, Master?' Dench chuckled to himself, and shook his head at the Kairons distress. He put his hands on the console of the ship, He inhaled sharply, and then exhaled, he rolled his neck back, and forth and then held his translator up to the opening in his hood.
Don't jump so quickly to haste young one, we have nothing to hide, this is a fairly routine stop, these imperials seem to think every one that enters their air-space is a threat, after all, its not like we're smuggling Glitterstim into the system."
Dench amused himself in making that statement, and turned to face the window, the ship in the distance had gotten larger since he had last looked over, the auto-pilot had taken the ship far closer than Dench wished to travel. He began to drift off slightly only to be awoken by the buzz of his communicator, a new voice popped up this time
'Good evening rogue ship! It appears that you are in our air-space!'
Dench paused for a moment, after a few passing seconds he turned to Kairon and spoke "Who's this idiot?" He turned back to the console of his ship, shook his nondescript head in disbelief and then turned back to his companion. "Well...Maybe you should take over on this one, huh?"
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