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| Cyrida_Tikkit | Date: Tuesday, 23 April 13, 1:52 AM | Message # 1 |
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| "Utinni" the small squeak filled the air as the Lopima Upezzo dropped out of hyperspace. Cyrdia found himself being helped to his feet and brushed off by two of his clan members before he shook his head and rubbed it. He was still trying to get accustomed to traveling in hyperspace, mainly when the ship jumped into it, or dropped from it. Often at times he'd find himself pushed back in his seat or, as he just was, being thrown into a console in front of him and picked up by his own clan members. For the most part though the clan had gotten quickly accustomed to using the old LH-3010 that they managed to salvage. On that front though it was pretty easy due to it having been abandoned, however the vessel was constantly being fixed by the skilled hands of Jawas which now kept it running, along with a few oddities that boarded and stayed. So far Cyrida's favorite was Tarbeca, the Wookie that had formed herself to the position of proprietor of the on board cantina.
Cyrdia looked to the Jawas on the bridge that were hard and busy at work, making sure they kept their prize vessel out of harms way. Though they where waiting for someone that Njon the Hutt was to sent to purchase some of their scrap. The small Gizka near Cyrida though didn't feel as ready for the meeting as it seemed to flinch when Cyrida pet it, the small animal still getting over being thrown at a recording device earlier in the week when Cyrida took offense of the scrap aboard the Lopima Upezzo being called junk. A small pat on the Gizka's head though reassured it that it wasn't going to be thrown, well at least not today since it would mean that Cyrida would have to run back to the bridge just to get the projectile in question.
Setting out from the bridge as it was now his every day normal routine to do so, Cyrdia found himself wandering about the large vessel. Even with it having five Jawa clans on board, he was still called the Chief of the Jawas. Not many Jawas though could claim to have lead their people into space and found a home there as well. As he reached the massive expanse of the hangers which wrapped around the core of the vessel, his senses were assault by the familiar smell he had grown to love. Smoke from welding, the banging noises of Jawas attempting to remove one piece from another. Then every so often there were the small squeaks that filled the air for a moment before a small vocabulator translated them into Jawaese. The Chadra-Fan on board serving a great purpose of managing to cobble items together into new and unique pieces that the Jawas would take and attempt to produce in a larger quality.
The Chadra-Fan had been a very welcomed addition when they were brought aboard by one of the same named Telkai. The reason being that she didnt want to be alone and thought that the other Chadra-Fan would make good company. As he slowly made his way to the far end of the Hanger where the vessel that would carry Njon's representative would be brought in, he noticed three Jawas working hard trying to remove the upper engine from an old landspeeder. Cyrdia remember the speeder, he had helped pull it out of the sand back on Tatooine and it had laid in a large pile of scrap and forgotten about until it was brought aboard. The next happenings though caught him by surprise as a small clunk startled the three Jawas.
That clunk though was followed by the sounds of a reeving engine which immediately caught the attention of the Jawa that was draped over it trying to loosen it. His work had been more effective than he thought as the engine took off. Soon enough the air was filled with the scream of Utinni as it echoed through the hanger. The small scream ending with a loud umph when the engine and Jawa crashed into a large pile of scrap. The small Jawa managing to dig himself out just as the other two arrived to help, only to see their friend stumble for a moment in a dizzy like motion and fall down with his legs and arms spread out while breathing hard.
Cyrida took his time reaching the party of three before he stood over the Jawa laying on the ground. Lightly tapping him with his foot to get a reaction before he looked up. "He alive. All three Cantina. Tell Tarbeca I say is okay." He motioned with his hands as the Jawas nodded. Tarbeca had been one to remember when the Jawas were working or not, or when they were supposed to. In fact she seemed to have remember the work schedules of many of the citizens of the Lopima Upezzo and refused to serve alcoholic drinks to them if she knew they were still on their shift. That was something that Cyrida really liked about her, she made sure that no one got drunk when they should be working. It helped ensure that injuries remained low, which oddly enough their doctor, a strange Selkath named Koal, seemed to prefer.
After his small adventure, and returning the favor by helping up the Jawa on the ground, Cyrida made his way to the landing area they had specially put aside for Njon's ship. Looking to the Utai crews that were standing by he nodded to tell the foreman to get his crews ready.
Cyrida Tikkit
Clan-Chief of Clan Tikkit
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| Lim_Hejin | Date: Saturday, 04 May 13, 3:43 PM | Message # 2 |
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| ( I hope you don't mind me hopping in here; I assume Njon will be posting at some point and this will work just as well for me to get into contact with him while giving you some play. Or at least providing some form of interaction for your Jawas, perhaps. )
The Stars of Arcadia dropped out of hyperspace, emerging at Hosko; a favored spot for smugglers due to its smuggler-friendly space station where a number of deals went down. As things went, Hejin knew his way around Hutt Space; most prominently because of Njon and Hejin's dealings with him. It wasn't what the smuggler wanted, but it was better than the alternative. Despite how some of the crew kept their quarters, Hejin wanted a spotless bridge, and while it wasn't run with military-styled precision, it was a clean bridge and efficient.
Relaxing at the moment in a custom-built chair that held a number of essential keypads and a solitary control stick on its expansive arms, Hejin spun idly from side to side on its swiveling base. "A good place to make a drop-off of this bit of cargo," Hejin commented to his second-in-command. "Though that's an odd ship to see around some parts of the galaxy." His attention had been drawn by what appeared to be a somewhat dated LH-3010 that sat in the distance. "It's not Trade Fed," his second, Petra Cornwall, commented. "An old ship like that, looks decommissioned and run down a bit. Probably someone bought it off a scrap heap." She shrugged slightly and tapped a few commands into the computer, adjusting their craft towards the station.
"It'll be good to let the boys get some off-time," Hejin said as he changed the subject. "We've a visit to Nar Shaddaa to make after this. Njon wants his dues, after all."
"You mean he wants his cut of any profits you make." The disdain in her voice was so thick, it could have been cut with a knife.
"Well, Njon did do a lot to help us in some ways. We'd still be small time if it wasn't for him. Either way, put out a message letting the men know they're allowed some recreation. And no getting into fights. Our good name stands for a lot here."
Lim Hejin
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| Telkai | Date: Saturday, 11 May 13, 11:52 PM | Message # 3 |
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| It was the commotion that first drew her attention, the following scene of a flying Jawa shocked her the most. Her worry building until she watched as the Jawa stumbled out of the scrap heap and laid down before being carried off for a drink. The Lopima Upezzo always seemed to be busy, even when they weren't in orbit around a world, the Jawas seemed to be on a constant rotating shift of work. For the moment the vessel was a fair distances from the planet Hosko, though this had more to do with keeping it safe, and keeping a hyperspace jump corridor open and clear of any other vessels for a quick get away. In that short amount of time however it had taken on a few smaller freighters, smugglers and bandits of the like. Though the moment they set foot on the Lopima Upezzo they were quickly reminded that it had its own security, coupled with the fact that they were gravely outnumbered and any action would be a suicide action.
Giving it a moment for her little heart to stop racing after the commotion she looked back up at the smuggler that had found his way to her small booth. "Squeak squeak squeak squeak." The smuggler giving her an odd look before she realized what had happened. Looking down to the small translation device that hung around her neck, she gave it a quick whack. The device taking a moment to grumble the languages before it cycled back to basic as Telkai looked back to the smuggler. "What do you need?" The voice came out with the same bland dry taste of a 3PO unit, which at times often caused her dismay as she continued to try and find a voice that suited her more. Though the more sensual voices that seemed to find a place in the programming always made her blush to often at her hearing her own words in such a way.
Dealing with the smuggler though was quick and painless, as he seemed to be having the same problem with communicating with his co-pilot. It wouldn't take long for Telkai to come up with a work around, turning in the small seat that she had claimed off the top of a scrap heap. The chair squeaked a little, though she enjoyed it, in her own mind she played it out as the chair being happy that it was saved by her. Turning back to the counter and the two beings before her she began to tinker with the parts she pulled from the drawers behind her. Quickly cobbling together a rudimentary translation unit before she stood up in her chair then up on her counter. Looking at the hulking Herglic that was standing there she reached down and pulled out a large ball of chain, quickly tossing it around the beings neck before fastening the device to the ends.
"There. Should work." She tapped on the piece before it gurgled to life as the voice of the Herglic came through in basic. The two thanking Telkai with a modest sum of credits that were placed on the counter before they walked off. Her fingers quickly grabbed at the small chips and began to flip through them, counting them out before looking towards the location that had been set aside by Cyrida for their special guest.
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| Lim_Hejin | Date: Sunday, 12 May 13, 12:29 PM | Message # 4 |
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| "You know, Lim," Petra said as Hejin cut the engines in reverse to slow the ship a safe distance away from the station, "The Blue Star could use a few upgrades." Her words were in reference to the YV-545 that sat at one of their docking clamps and was a tad under the weather so to speak; in short, in need of a few p[arts for its sensor system and, as Hejin had pointed out multiple times, could also use the installation of an additional shield projector to boost its defenses.
"This place is a damned rip-off though. With this proximity to Hutt Space, they tend to over-charge and think they can get away with it just because of their location. It's a scam and you know it."
"Actually... I was thinking of that freighter over there. Sure, it looks like a junker, but if they're here, odds are they aren't smugglers. I'd have picked up on something like smugglers operating out of a tub that large, and that thing sure as hell can't outrun the Republic forces. I'd bet they're traders of some kind. May be they have some stuff we can use. It's not like we don't have some credits to spare, or some gear we can trade."
Hejin nodded slowly at Petra's words. "Can't hurt to ask them, I suppose. Trigger, open a comm channel to that ship." Down at the sensor operator's station, Trigger McGowan, a young man with a genius-level talent for slicing and electronics opened the channel for Hejin to speak.
"LH-3010 cargo vessel," Hejin began, "This is private yacht Stars of Arcadia. We have a freighter that's in need of repairs, as well as a few small craft that could use some upgrades. If you're a merchant vessel, we've got credits and equipment in exchange."
Lim Hejin
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| Cyrida_Tikkit | Date: Wednesday, 15 May 13, 11:59 PM | Message # 5 |
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| ((Post incoming either tomorrow morning or afternoon depending on what happens.))
Cyrida Tikkit
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| Neese | Date: Thursday, 16 May 13, 1:45 PM | Message # 6 |
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| In the distance, a brood of small transports and freighters—mostly smuggler's ships, no doubt—could be seen sharing the space over Hosko with the planet's space station. Njon had been right, as he generally was; this was a good place for Tikkit and his Jawas to do business. Smugglers, pirates, and other dregs of Hutt Space needed components more than most (as fond of modifying their ships as most of them were), and had need of a discreet place to buy them. Jawas, it had been said, knew everything you didn't need to know and nothing you did; a useful trait in the event any Judicials showed up asking questions.
Not that the Republic would dare send Judicials here. Some years ago, a Judicial showed up on Ryloth asking questions about Njon's spice operations there; Coruscant never saw or heard from the man again, having made a tasty meal for one of Njon's energy spiders. Even now, comfortably seated in an Aurore-class freighter over Hosko, Neese resisted a shudder at the screams that had echoed through the darkness of the cave on that day. Such was life—or death, he supposed—in the employ of the Hutt Cartel. Uncommonly well-educated for one of Njon's gun hands, Neese had once aspired to be an actor in the Rodian Theater, but critics informed him that he had no talent. Easily-discouraged, Neese had developed a spice addiction and found his way to Hutt Space and Njon, who saw talent of a different sort in Neese and was happy to supply him with all the spice he could possibly want. Now, years later, he had (mostly) kicked the habit, but remained Njon's right-hand man.
The Aurore-class freighter Lethan Delight separated itself from the rest of the traffic over Hosko and began to approach the Jawa ship. Word had spread on Hosko that the Jawas were here to trade, and there was no reason to believe that Neese was anything but a simple customer. Which, in fact, he was; the Lethan Delight wasn't registered to Njon, but the Hutt used it to transport slaves from one slave market to another. An older ship, it was in need of repair and Neese was hoping that Tikkit would have the components he needed. Sensors would detect four life signs aboard, including Neese.
He was also there, of course, to welcome the Jawas on Njon's behalf. But they didn't need to know that Njon had sent him yet. Neese would rather have a look around and keep his eyes and ears open before he introduced himself. For now, he was simply an interested customer requesting permission to board and trade.
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| Cyrida_Tikkit | Date: Thursday, 16 May 13, 3:06 PM | Message # 7 |
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| If the Stars of Arcadia had a visual interface for messages, most likely a simple computer screen or screen of some sort, it would take a moment before the snow showing on it seemed to clear up. In that moment when a clear visual was made, the first image would be that of a gizka simply standing in front of the screen. A moment later a few words of Jawaese began to fill the channel, the words something along the lines of shoo shoo as a hand brushed at the back of the gizka to get it to move. The glowing eyes of a Jawa filled the screen before it leaned in, tapping the screen as it spoke in Jawaese. The language coming through to the Stars of Arcadia in the same manner before the Jawa reached up. A quick smack delivered to the top of the screen seemed to fix that problem as the voice came through now in basic, a simple fix for the problematic translator, the good ol give it a whack. "Ship too big, use smaller to dock or no work."
The Jawa made a gesture that the Stars of Arcadia was indeed too large of a vessel to dock within the hanger, or even attach a docking tube to. Something that the Jawas didn't want to chance of it getting locked in place and the crew attempting to hijack their own ship. "Land in outer hanger section two." The screen flicked away for a moment, the snow returning in time to show the last imaging being the Gizka running across the table while the Jawa again seemed to shoo it off. A short moment later a set of instructions on an approach vector for a smaller vessel was sent to the Stars of Arcadia showing where it could land, as well as keeping it from entering the flight path of a leaving freighter that was to exit from the vessel shortly.
With the arrival of the brood of small transports the Jawas on the bridge seemed to light up, a few of them pressing their faces and hands against the view screen as they counted the handful of transports and freighters. It took a moment before they noticed one break from formation and approach their own vessel, the Jawa still sitting at the communications station began to fiddle with the dials and attempting to find the right channel before a message was sent out.
"Lethan Delight. If here purchase, enter planetside outer hanger section one." The message was proceeded with a clear flight path for the vessel. Showing an open and waiting hanger for it, which happened at the same time to be the one that Cyrida was waiting in. An already cleared out landing pad was waiting for the ship, having been told to expect someone from Njon to come, and at the moment the Lethan Delight seemed more fitting for the role considering that all the other vessels that had already approached had been accounted for.
Cyrida Tikkit
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| Lim_Hejin | Date: Friday, 17 May 13, 1:05 AM | Message # 8 |
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| Stifling his amusement at the greeting from a gizka and the Jawa response to it, Hejin transmitted back that he would be arriving in a small freighter. When the channel was closed, the smuggler leaned back and looked over his shoulder. "Get Keji and Klaus. Prep the Blue Star and I'll meet you three down in the hangar." With a brief nod in return, Petra sauntered off to do what Hejin had asked.
In a matter of ten minutes or so, Hejin joined his crew via docking tube on board the YV-545, which departed the Stars of Arcadia for the LH-3010. "Sensors are a bit wonky," Hejin said as he maneuvered out of the departing freighter's flight path and into an approach vector that would take them into one of the massive hangars of the freighter. "Good thing we happened upon these fellows. If they have anything good, we may pick up a bit extra. I know Trigger has been looking for some droids to work on and lessen the crew duties, as well as a few for security."
When they came close enough and if docking tractor beams locked on, they'd be guided in and exit the freighter. If not, Hejin would land the old fashioned way and they'd still disembark.
Lim Hejin
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| Cyrida_Tikkit | Date: Saturday, 25 May 13, 11:22 PM | Message # 9 |
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| ((With it being eight days since Lim's last post, while I've waited on Neese to post, I'm just going to step in and get this rolling to a close.))
It had become apparent to Cyrdia that maybe he was wasting his time waiting on this person from Njon, after all he did have others that had come and gone on his ship that seemed to be more lucrative to trade with. His boot was already tapping out a furiously annoyance on the metal plating of the hanger before he just threw his arms up and seemed to let lose a curse in Jawaese which brought the attention of those around him before he turned and seemingly stormed off from the landing platform. Tired of waiting for whatever or whoever to show up, who by now had been very rude considering how long Cyrida had been waiting. For a while his heavy steps would echo in the hanger before they were drowned out by the loud clanging and cracking of the work going on in the further areas away from the landing pads set up for potential customers. At this point Cyrida no longer seemed to care who took the landing spot that had been reserved so long as that being spent money.
A moment or so later however he was brought a datapad by one of the younger Jawas that was often seen running about here and there on the ship. It seemed to many that was the Jawas sole job until he was brought on to be an apprentice under another Jawa. Taking the pad from his hands with a rather quick snatch, it was clear that Cyrdia was already thinking of throwing a Gizka, quite literally and not in one of those metaphorical senses. Reading through the pad he returned it to the runner before he pulled himself up into a platoon attack craft, one of three that had been modified by the Jawas for the main use of moving about the heavier pieces of salvage and the ingots that they seemed to also store. For some time now though it had been a thought of Cyrida's to use the ingots to open a small trading bank on the ship, though he would at times just push the thought back into his mind.
The driver of the craft looked over just for a quick moment, nodding when Cyrida made a motion before he felt himself pushed back slightly into his seat. The craft moving about nimbly through the cluttered hanger bay before it pulled to a stop in front of a large room. The room in question had been one of the former diplomatic suites, though with a few of the walls knocked down to open it up into other rooms. It was none the less a good storage room which kept a fair amount of the metal ingots safe. It was just a short walk after that to bring Cyrida into the other arm of the large circular hangers, his eyes already catching site of the YV-545 as it was pulled into the hanger bay and set on the landing pad. Cyrida was quickly set upon however by a couple of Jawas that were motioning to a computer piece, shaking it for a moment before Cyrida nodded and looked back to the newly arrived ship.
Cyrida Tikkit
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| Tatiana_Iltchenko | Date: Sunday, 26 May 13, 0:39 AM | Message # 10 |
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| Hearing the modified platoon attack craft pull up brought about a change to the monotonous day of hers. Most of the time her days were spent counting, though with it being fairly easy thanks to the Jawas providing her a small side droid to help. The droid in question seeming to perk up and beginning to hover, almost as if it had taken on it's owner's mannerisms as she pulled her boots down off of her desk. Stranding up and straightening out the long coat she wore over the simple corset gave her a moment to stretch before she approached the waiting craft. Already her humor began to perk up as she took a moment to admire the Jawa attempting to pull down a tray of heavy ingots fresh from the smelters of the digger crawlers. Hearing a frustrated phrase cross its lips the moment that she stepped in to help before she set the tray back down. "Okay, okay you can get it." She lightly patted the Jawa on the head, though in truth she still gave some support, in her own way when her droid sidekick quickly rushed under the box while the Jawa was distracted.
The small droid slightly pressed up on the box from the bottom, the flat portion of the head helping keep the box steady as the small Jawa proudly marched its way into the vault. The droid moving at the last possible moment before the Jawa dropped the box on a lower shelf with a heavy umph. Though it had served its purpose as the Jawa seemed very proud of itself, giving a small chuckle to Tatiana as she picked up the second box of ingots and brought it into the vault. Setting them down before pulling them out and beginning the all too familiar counting as the small droid continued to help the Jawa bring in the other boxes of ingots and small trinkets used to by the smugglers to pay for the parts.
One case caught her eye however, and it was at least nice to see a smuggler with some common sense as she lift up the water filled cylindrical case. Looking into the clear water and seeing a Nova crystal sitting secure to prevent it from being moved about or exposed to heat. Which honestly was a good thing considering how they were known to go up at a moments notice. Carefully setting the case down she opened a secured gate within the vault before stepping in with the case. Setting the crystal down in a padded cubby-hole before securing it with a closed and locked padded front. Turning around and returning to the job at hand she saw the Jawa off as it pulled the platoon attack craft away from the vault, leaving Tatiana once more to the job of counting and securing the contents of the vault.
Tatiana Lavrov Iltchenko
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