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Post by Abiika Airgead on Jan 23, 2011 17:44:29 GMT -5
Abiika watches them load into the ship and tucks the numbers into her belt. Her eyes look at the rummage that is left of the stolen ship and she shakes her head. She will begin building another ship as soon as she finds out what the cunning old man is up too. She waits next to him having a bad feeling in her gut about what the old man is up too. She feels the dry wind swirl around her and pushes back her brown air as she watches the ship.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 23, 2011 18:33:03 GMT -5
Boarding the Vassal and getting into the pilot chair, Jensen listens as ParJai thinks that the young Vod is going to either kill or be killed by the old man. "Who knows, that old man seems a bit more jumpy these days."
As he puts on his safety harness, Jensen looks over to the navicomputer and nods in its direction to ParJai as he powers up the engines and begins to lift off. "Find the coordinates for Concordia, we'll start to look there for the ship's trail."
Inside the main building, the old man sits in his seat of power and he grills the young Abiika Airgead about her last mission. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? YOU DON'T REPORT IN, YOU STEAL A SHIP AND THEN CRASH!"
Taking a second to collect himself, the old man tries a new calm approach. "So, what do you have to say for yourself? You can start by telling me about your last assignment."
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Post by Abiika Airgead on Jan 23, 2011 18:49:11 GMT -5
Abiika snaps to attention and her cold eyes look ahead as the old man rails at her."My deepest apologizes Alor. Not too soon after you sent me to Coruscant it was struck with a virus and people by the hundreds are dying. I was lucky that my room was so high up. My ship was impounded as they are not allowing anyone to leave. I had to steal a ship to get here." She waits on him to finish and nods "I found traces of Hutt activate Alor, but I could find nothing to prove or disprove them wanting you dead. I am sorry."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 23, 2011 19:09:52 GMT -5
Checking the navicomputer, she punches in Concordia. "You know Jensen, I have a feeling that ad'ika will be the death of that man. And I would praise her for it." The navicomputer comes up with the numbers for Concordia. Flipping the screen to Jensen, she sits back. "There you go, not too bad of a trip."
Settling into the copilots chair, she think of the mission at hand.
"Why send us? Why send an inexperienced young woman?" Those questions keep rolling around in her head.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 25, 2011 19:30:37 GMT -5
-in the main building of the base-
Adenn grits his teeth in anger that nothing was found, this makes him more upset. "Of course you didn't find anything, those slimy Hutts know how to hide their activities well. I must assume they have hired outside their ranks in order to keep the trail cold...."
Almost as soon as Adenn mentions his assumption, the thoughts of Jensen and ParJai being that outside help enters the old man's paranoid mind. Could he really not trust his family and his student; of course not, he knows he can't due to the fact he had killed over them before. Were they trying to kill him now, were they hired by the Hutts or are they simply bitter and want him dead to create a power vacuum in order to supplant him? All these questions and more rattle around in his brain and increases his paranoia by leaps and bounds, he might have to act fast... and soon.
Regaining what little composure he has, Adenn looks to the young Abiika and dismisses her. "Thank you for your work, take a pay draw from the quartermaster and wait for another assignment."
Before Abiika leaves, Adenn look up and has a seriousness in his voice. "Tell me something, Abiika... do you have feelings for Jensen, any at all?"
-Aboard the Vassal-
Jensen looks over ParJai and shakes his head, not knowing the Old Man's intentions. "I don't know, I have a bad feeling about this. Let's just hope its nothing real and is all in our heads; may the Gods help us if it is real."
Finally the ship breaks the atmosphere and hits orbit of the planet, Jensen gets his vectors and set and the Vassal enters hyperspace. Too bad for Jensen and ParJai however, little do they realize that the navicomputer is malfunctioning and they are now set on a course that will take them far from where they intended.
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Post by Abiika Airgead on Jan 25, 2011 21:03:25 GMT -5
Abiika listens to him and inside her mind she begins to see how far he has spiraled. Her outside face shows none of the thoughts. She holds her buy'ce in her right hand and almost drops it when the old mans ask about Jensen. She fights to gain her composer. Her mouth opens, but she thinks carefully before speaking. "Once when I was young, he seemed to be the ultimate Mandalorian. Smart, funny, honorable and handsome. My buir has spoken highly of him. But I was just a adiik at the time. Alor I am unsure how to answer this question. I last saw him when I was 13 almost 6 years ago. Through eyes of a child. I have yet to get to truly seem him through my eyes as a woman." Through pure will her cheeks do not bloom with color. "My father believe his heart when it comes towards love of a romantic sorts has been destroyed since the woman he loved was murdered. So I doubt I will ever get to know him any other was then as a Vod. Does this answer your question Alor?" Her sea-green eyes give none of her thoughts away.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 25, 2011 21:43:34 GMT -5
"Indeed young one, you may go now." The old man says with a nod, its pretty clear he has gone off the deep end and his tone is cold as he speaks. Obviously the old man is paranoid, does he see Jensen and ParJai as a threat -- only time will tell. The old man decides to look over some supply reports and contemplate action against his student and his granddaughter.
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Post by Abiika Airgead on Jan 25, 2011 22:02:53 GMT -5
Abiika bows to him and moves off to her quarters. Her movements are slow and stiff as she is hurting. Once in her room she slowly removes her beskar'gam as well as her many weapons. She locks them as well as the com numbers in her locker under the bed. She hisses in pain and walks to the bathing room. The water here is recycled and sparing but seeing as she has been gone away she has stored up credits. She pours hot water into the bathing chamber and slips in. She bites back curses as it touches the wounds. After a while her eyes close as she thinks.
There is no doubt in her mind the old man has lost it and he is plotting to kill either Jensen or PJ probably both. But how to find out? And what to do once she finds out. She washes the blood and dirt off her skin as she thinks. Her hands rub at the jumping muscles. The pain helps her think. She needs to build a ship. There is plenty of scrap around this place and there is a junkyard of sorts with broken down ships he keeps for parts. She washes her hair hard to get the dried blood out. She rinses off and steps out as the dirty water drains. Her sea-green eyes watch it as it swirls down, lost in thought. She combs her hair and looks at her face. It is so much older then the last time Jensen looked at it. Her eyes are haunted and hold more sadness then she would like.
She leans her head on the mirror and her breath fogs it up. Hot tears slip down her face and she feels so much older then her age. How did she get here? Working for a mad man? She was not doing her father proud. But if she could save PJ and Jensen maybe she would have more of a chance of looking in the mirror with out hurting. She fights off the hurt and slips on a clean white tee and some low hip jeans. Pulling her long brown hair into a pony tail. She walks to her bed and slips on some boots. They are scuffed and seen better days but fit well. She pulls out her com and fights to call her father. She steadies her hand and makes the call.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 25, 2011 22:49:47 GMT -5
The other line of the comlink opens up to the sound of combat; audible heavy weapons fire, various small arms, slugthrowers and the telltale sound of frag grenades going off in the distance. Abiika had picked a bad time to call but there was one person that wouldn't turn down her call ever, her father Candelor.
"Abiika, hows my favorite or'dinii'adiik?" Candelor says from the distant battlefield. "Enjoying your work with the Old Man?"
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Post by Abiika Airgead on Jan 26, 2011 12:53:00 GMT -5
Abiika gives her Buir a warm smile. "Crazy as always. Kicking butt I hear?" She shakes her head and looks down. "Are we coded?" She asked wanting to make sure the transmission was safe from Alor's ears.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 26, 2011 13:56:32 GMT -5
"When aren't we?" Candelor's voice asks, these two never speak over unsecured lines. "I take it that you've found proof of what... damn, one second Abiika.
The sounds of chaotic war rages in the background, Candelor can be heard grunting on the other line as a loud explosion engulfs the sound on the other end. Candelor is obviously kicking someone's shebs. "Sorry about that hon, so tell me, what have you got?
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Post by Abiika Airgead on Jan 26, 2011 14:07:19 GMT -5
Abiika drops her mask. There is no one she trust more then her buir. Her eyes go sad and fear creeps out. "Oh buir it is bad really bad. He thinks the Hutts are after and of course they are not. They have their paws to busy." She runs her hand through her hair and paces. "He is losing his mind and his honor. He will kill anyone that he thinks is after him, sadly it is all in his head." Her hands tighten. "I think he is now after his bu'ad PJ and" She pauses and fights a blush. "Jensen, he has sent them both off on a mission but I am sure he plans to kill them."
She spins back and faces him "buir he is chasing ghost that do not exist." She shakes her head "Coursant is under a quarantine of a deadly virus and those chakaaryc's impounded my ship so I had to steal one which you know I hate." She growls low in her throat.
"I'll have to build a new one Mella is still there but I could not slip the driod on my stolen ship." She takes a deep breath. "So fubar as normal buir."
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 26, 2011 14:31:10 GMT -5
"That is unfortunate..." Candelor says over the comlink. "Adenn was once a great warrior and now he's turning into an insane old man. Don't worry about a ship, I'll make sure you get a rent-a-wreck sent your way. Give the ship a few days to show up and continue to keep an eye on things around the camp, if the Old Man shows furthering instability... just keep you head down and give him no reason to target you.
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Post by Abiika Airgead on Jan 26, 2011 14:43:41 GMT -5
Abiika sighs deeply and nods "There is enough junk around here for me to fix up that rent a junk like I always do." She laughs. "Me make myself a target? Would I do that?" her laughter fades. "What about PJ and Jensen? I can't stand by and let him murder them buir."
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 28, 2011 1:47:56 GMT -5
"I wouldn't want you to stand by and do nothing either, if he does try to have them killed... I'm sure you'll do the right thing. Candelor says over the comlink, his twin Westars can be heard in the background; its obvious the battle is becoming more and more vigorous. "My dear Abiika, I hate to cut this short but I am slightly busy, stinking Ssi-ruvii are trying to overrun my position. I must give you a call back later, forgive me cutting our conversation short.
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Post by Abiika Airgead on Jan 28, 2011 17:38:30 GMT -5
Abiika nods and gives a warm smile "K'oyacyi! my Buri" She lets the com fade out and sits down on the bed for a moment forming a plain. She coms for a junker of a ship and waits.
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Post by Abiika Airgead on Jan 29, 2011 20:04:49 GMT -5
Abiika, walks out and signs for the ship. It is as bad as she thought it would be. She sighs and has a driod hall it over near the junk yard. She slips on her overalls and begins digging around the yard. Soon her hands and face become dirty but it is officious she is having fun. She is signing a rowdy ditty about how Mandalorian men do it better. Her voice is more low and husky then you would expect for a young petite woman. She hauls some scrap metal over and begins cleaning it up. She piles all the stuff she found on a loader and has it transferred to the hanger bay. She fires up the blower torch and after several hours she has the metal all shiny and cleaned up. She moves back and pops out her lower back. She will come back tomorrow and begin placing it on the ship.
+++++ The Next day.++++
She wakes up at the crack of dawn and slips down to the hanger bay. She find Jason there sitting near the ship. “Man Abiika that thing is sad looking.” She laughs and nods “Yeah but with a loving hand it will shone. Want to help?” He nods and they begin cleaning up the rusted hull. After much joking and flirting the outside is cleaned up to look more then half way decent. They sit back and eat lunch as they plot how to use the stuff Abiika found. “If you put that weapon there it will give you better coverage from behind.” She nods “but what about the front? The gun there has seen better days.” Jason thinks. “I might have a coil for it.” He goes and looks then comes back and winks “See tell me who you love the best.” She laughs and kisses him quickly. “At this time you.” He laughs and they go about placing the cleaned up scrap metal on the ship and in it to fix it up. It is almost dark by the time they are done. They are both filthy and tired. The ship looks good. Still old and a little dented but running and armed just in case. “Want a tihaar?” Jason asked. Abiika laughs “Thought you’d never ask.” They both walk off after Abiika covers the ship and places it in the dark corner.
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