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Just Another Day

November 13 (10 years ago)

Edited November 13 (10 years ago)
Carlos woke up to his alarm clock he turned it off and pulled the covers from him, the soft hum of the electric blanket withered as he deactivated the power-cell. The blanket floated away from him towards the metallic walls surrounding him. His room lush and well kitted out, with power cells food packets ship suits and oxygen canisters. He floats over to his wardrobe and pulls out a uniform tossing a few old clothes aside as they float away in the zero G environment, a clear waste of power in this ship.
He smiles to himself as he holds the clothes he found and buttons himself into a captain uniform, he looks at himself in the mirror, scruffy with a moustache and oil stained hair, but nevertheless a pristine suit, the sign of an officer. He continues over to a tool belt and cleaning fluids hooking them onto himself and grabbing a mop.
He attached a small re-breather device to his face and heads to the sealed door he stops for a moment before opening the door Another day, they'll be hear soon enough. The door swooshes open and he seals it behind him, securing the air locks in place. ''Air in hear is still low, breathable, but not ideal, they better come soon'' They'll be hear, trust me, we're close now.
He hovers down the corridors, the empty halls, equipment floating around, dim lights flashing occasionally. He opens a hatch taking him to the bridge, no one is present, it's dark, his flash light illuminates the way as he heads to a small computer isolated from the rest of the system. He plugs in a power cell and the system boots to life with green text before him. He keys in a few commands and waits for the results. ''Nothing, nothing on long range sensors, our distress call is barely making it into subspace, there's no chance anyone knows where we are''
Patient, the message got through, it was sent a week ago, it'll take longer because of the low power, but the owners of the ship will have got it by now.

Carlos scoffs and unplugs the computer power supply and heads to other terminals activating them, taking some notes and then deactivating them.
''Bridge systems nominal, hull integrity surprisingly okay, life support sub nominal, and it's bloody cold.''
He moves out of the bridge and into other rooms cleaning, fixing things and generally just being a janitor for several hours until he makes it to a cargo hold, a massive hold, fully of junk components, he plugs a small battery into a toy he built and plays with it for a while, flying it in and out of the scrap piles until it dies and falls to the ground. He goes to pick it up and catches glimpse of the object he's been following for years and has seen everday. A statue, a statue of a man.

''Good afternoon , how are we today. Fine.. great, wanna play some cards?''
He deals some cards to himself and the statue.
The statue is silent and still the cards facedown on the ground, Carlos is looking intently at his waiting. He looks up to the statue ''Got any 3's?''
He waits
minutes pass
''Dang'' He picks up a card from the pile.
Minutes pass yet again
Carlos sighs, ''How do you always know''
He passes over 2 2's to the statue.
''Ahhah you didn't get that one, go Fish'' Carlos chuckles to himself
the statue vacant and emotionless
''Come on, go fish''
Still nothing, All of a sudden, a card from the top of the deck floats up and moves gently over to the statue's cards face down.
The game continues for several hours, slowly, Until Carlos stands up angrily and pushes at some wreckage, it moves about 20ft across the room.
He looks over surprised
You forget your power Carlos. ''I apologise'' He continues on the res tof the day until he tires himself out and returns to bed.
''Well that was fun, let's hope they get here tomorrow''
Five years, you still have to master patience.

November 16 (10 years ago)

Edited November 16 (10 years ago)
Carlos awakes to the sound of the proximity sensors. "A ship!" he exclaims, as he hurriedly makes his way to the cockpit almost forgetting his breather device. 'it's them they're here. I feel a presence of mind, a presence of strength and unusual feelings, be careful, they may not immediately understand'.
Carlos nods to himself as he climbs the wreckage to the cockpit and looks out, seeing a ship looming round, two large guns pointing at it. A message come crackling over the comm and he trips over some wiring as he rushes to reply. "damn, comms out, just transmitting static" he thinks for a bit. "wait, he's not ready" he runs to his janitor cupboard and opens a small case. It's contents, a leather jacket he acquired many years ago. He runs to the cargo Bay and looks to the statue." Your apparel. " He gestures to the brief case." wait, you can't use it yet, I'll keep hold of it" Carlos then goes into hiding amongst the junk and wreckage clenching his mop waiting
November 17 (10 years ago)

Edited November 17 (10 years ago)
After a couple of minutes of work K has a serviceable entrance cut away with the fusion cutter. So far everything he sees seems to be transmitting just fine to the central holoscreen aboard the Blackfish, his perspective illuminated in pale blue 3D. Once inside he locates the manual override for the airlock and with a mechanical heave seals blast doors over the hole he made, indicating that some vestige of power still remains in the wreck. With this done he gets to work on melting his way through the airlocks inner hatch.

After a few more minutes an oval section of the inner door flies towards him abruptly, hitting the blast doors on the other side with a clank as the thin air rushes into the chamber. He barely manages to step aside in time. The comms crackle.

"Observation: That was an extremely near miss master. You should be glad of my superior reaction times."

The interior of the ship is an eerie sight. The power is out - including the artificial gravity - and a thin glaze of frost shows that much of the little remaining atmosphere has frozen. In the dull green of K's nightvision he sees a door ahead of him down a short corridor. He moves up and once more activates a manual override in a small, recessed panel adjacent to it.

The other side seems to be the ship's hangar and cargo bay. Crates are scattered about with larger piles near the doors and airlocks. Amid the mess the still figures of deactivated droids, parts, and assorted cargo containers can be made out... but no organics are to be seen anywhere. Not even corpses. Here and there smaller objects float aimlessly; otherwise, nothing is moving.

"Observation: This vessel was not believed to be property of a System Lord. Strange that no organics are present, dead or alive. Confirmation: I shall make my way to the docking control, yes?"
November 17 (10 years ago)

Edited November 17 (10 years ago)
Carlos is hiding within an alcove in the cargo bay, he closes the door behind, he closes his eyes and can make out figures the other side in the door, vague and blurry at first, but then bright. He lets go of his concentration, not wanting to express his powers too much.
"Acknowledgement: Affirmative master."

K fingers his beam laser carefully and stalks slowly towards the door on the far side of the hangar. It takes a bit of brute force to ram the doors open - difficult in zero g, but after some clanky efforts he manages it. The other side seems to be a control room full of panels. Some for hangar control... and others for the large double gauss cannon protruding from the side of the ship. It seems to be intact.
November 17 (10 years ago)

Edited November 18 (10 years ago)
K inspects the consoles. He can see which one would be the appropriate one to send out the docking tube and moves to power it up. As he does so lights flicker on around the room as power returns to several systems. Behind him he can hear rattling in some of the alcoves.

"Observation: I may have over done that a little. Nevertheless, it should now be possible to establish a connection to the docking systems for L-35L 1E."
"Make sure the security systems are still off, then begin docking. I don't want a repeat of last time."
K runs a system diagnostic. Security is inactive, but a number of unidentified autostart routines are running. The rattling behind him has turned to banging, but true to his instructions he disregards it and initiates docking. A cofferdam is released from the side of the frigate and begins floating free. L-35L 1E is in control of the docking mechanisms now.

As this happens the alcove directly behind K clicks and slides open, standing there is the imposing silent form of a J drone and K immediately opens fire at it. However, the laser beam is merely absorbed by its energy shield.
On the other side of the cargo bay another J drone steps out of its alcove, raises its arm at Carlos and opens fire with a flurry of rapid fire pulse laser fire. Fortunately Carlos' force aided reactions see it coming by a split second and he dives through the door to his left, taking cover behind a console.
November 19 (10 years ago)

Edited November 19 (10 years ago)
the other ship, tattoos pulsing red to the beat of the music in the shadowy airlock.
Much to her surprise, Psycho runs into a dead end - the blast doors that K had sealed behind him to preserve what small atmosphere there was.
November 19 (10 years ago)
Carlos rolls round the corner out the wayu of the blaster fire, he hears the J units servomechanisms spring into action as it moves down the corridor towards him, its head rotating in an arc scanning for enemies, Carlos catches his breath pulling out his slug thrower waiting for the timing to be just perfect when the red of the J's expressionless face aren't directly facing towards him. ''1...2...3'' He leans round the corner ready to blind fire a few shots, as he does, a moment of pure clarity strike him, the J unit is almost motionless it's body moving slowly, he can feel his heart beating, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he can feel the gun in his hand, but not in his hand, more of an extension of himself. As soon as he understands the feeling, it begins to fade, he acts quickly and between a beat his heart squeezes off a shot aimed at the J units head. He leans back round the corner again catcing his breath, feeling tired, but still somehow excited and energetic, the rush, the euphoria, could it be Carlos enjoyed shooting something.
The shot is good, but Carlos has little experience with firearms and the recoil jars his aim. The slug passes through the droid's energy shield with a spark, only to ricochet off of the side of what passes for the drone's 'head'. The impacts knocks it heavily to the side though and it turns as it regains it's balance, blindly sweeping laser fire in the general direction of the shot's origin as it searches for a target.

The attack leaves the entire side of the durasteel pannelling black with carbon scoring. On the other side Carlos finds himself breathing heavily. Were it not for the influence of the Arkenite he might have completely panicked, he's never been this close to real danger of death. The wall might not take another such barrage.
On the other side of the cargo bay K can definitely hear the exchange of fire, but is more busy with his own fight. Letting his laser rifle fall in one hand, he quickly draws his heavy slug thrower with the other and fires off three shots in quick succession. They thud into the droid's torso, staggering it and dealing some damage to its innards.

"Affirmation: We are most certainly not alone. Hasty addendum: reinforcements would be appreciated."

The drone begins to recover from the impact and raise it's arm to fire. K dives for cover.
November 19 (10 years ago)
Carlos reaches round the corner, attempting another shot, to the torso, he pulls off a shot and recoils back to where he was. He thinks for a moment.
Run! A voice shouts in his head, He stands up closing the door behind him and heads behind the statue.
November 19 (10 years ago)
As the blast doors open before her, Psycho rushes forward into the interior of the derelict ship. She pauses for a split second as she reaches the corner into the hanger, augmented vision jumping between possible covers for hostiles.

"Ready or not, here I come..." she calls menacingly, before advancing into the hanger, SMG held ready to unleash a torrent of metal on any unwary J drones.

The hanger area is empty, but she spies a flurry movement through a doorway at the far end. Moving from cover to cover towards the door, she calls out again, "You in there! Get out here now so I can shoot you!"
November 19 (10 years ago)
Be wary of the cyborg one.
Carlos remains quiet and hidden behind the cargo and statue until he lets out a cry
''Don't shoot me, it's the droids you want.''
He keeps his gun loaded ready to fire, but still remaining a low profile behind the statue and junk. He closes his eyes to try and assess the situation, visions of droids and cyborgs pulsate through his mind.
''Your droid, in the room ahead of you, to your right. He needs help.''
November 19 (10 years ago)

Edited November 19 (10 years ago)
Carlos' shot is wide and the drone advances on him, marching loudly through the doorway, its heavy feet clanking on the metal deck. It fires another burst at the janitor, who has taken cover near the carbonite statue, shredding a nearby crate. Foodstuffs spill out of it into the cargo bay, steaming as the lasers break their vacuum seals.

In the control room K narrowly avoids the rapid fire laser pulses as he leaps through the door besides him to take cover in the hangar. Behind him the console he was at explodes as its circuits are fried.

"Observation: You are late, Psycho."

Reaching around the corner he snaps a quick pair of shots at the droid pursuing him. One connects with the shoulder.

"Request: With a little cover I may be able to scrap this bucket of bolts."

His next comment is to Jaina over the comlink.

"Suggestion: The Stingray would be useful if you're quite ready Master."
Jaina, leans back and grabs the droid bag from the hook by the door. Pulling out the ion rifle as she moves she sets up on a conveniently heighted shelf, aiming through the gap waiting for a clear shot. Despite her friends' peril she refuses to rush, calming her breathing and waiting for the opportune moment to take the droid down. Aiming down the scope, until finally the droid rounds the corner and the neck of the droid lines up in her cross hairs. She visualises all the circuitry that joins there, and how devastating an ion charge could be to all that condensed wiring. Gently she squeezes the trigger.
November 19 (10 years ago)
Carlos looks at the food falling out the cargo containers
Been here all this time, I had no idea this was food.
He picks up a packet of custard creams and jar labelled bonne maman. He opens the lid and sticks his finger in. ''This'll work.'' He dives out his hidey-hole and throws the jar toward the J droid. the glass smashing on it's 'face' leaving a sticky red residue behind.
''Looks like I've jammed your sensor array'' He chuckles to himself as his continues his epic roll through the air to the other boxes.
The J droid looks around visual processors impaired, visual processors impaired. It steps into a pile of boxes and slips on a well place banana skin rolling on the floor, a short blast of laser fire scorching the ceiling.
''Wait, banana skin, I had something for that. Damn!'' Carlos moans as he moves to a new hiding location.
The Stingray goes off with a crack like thunder as electricity arcs through the air to the drone pursuing K. It's shields light up with an aurora of blinding white light, forcing all nearby to shield their eyes and the blue orb shatters like glass, fading away with a whiff of ozone.

Meanwhile, Carlos has effectively disorientated the other drone and it flails around spraying laser fire in all directions. All around crates burst open sending foodstuffs flying all over the cargo bay and blowing out two more consoles.
"Damn, that's our bounty. Get those things down now."

Jaina eyes the new element through her scope. Agile for an old man. Her free hand reaches up her back, seeking a frag grenade. Her mind playing an old card game, rotating through bonds to 20 and statistical chances.
November 19 (10 years ago)

Edited November 19 (10 years ago)
The Drone whose shields Jaina cracked now focusses exclusively on her, completing ignoring K as it walks up past him mowing down all in its path as it attempts to fire on the new threat. Most of the damage is collateral, but she is knocked back by a pair of bolts that scorch her armour as she takes cover. A direct hit would likely have killed her and the armour is going to need some repair.

The drone tackling Carlos clambers to its feet and attempts to wipe the jam from its photoreceptors.

In the control room the door to another alcove flies off into the console on the wall opposite and another J drone steps out. Behind the closed door on the right hand side of the hangar more banging can be heard.
November 19 (10 years ago)
Cyberdyne OmniTarget v2.7 Initializing...
Registered to: HACKED HACKED
License Expires: 99999999999

Targets located: 3
Target selected
Initializing SteadyHand(c) Fire-Control link...
Ready to assist, fire when ready.

The lines of text scroll across Psycho's peripheral vision as she aims at the advancing droid, braces the Uzi with both hands and squeezes the trigger.

"Eat lead, you stupid fuckaaaaa," she yells above the rattling of the machine gun as it spits a hail of metal towards the machine.
November 19 (10 years ago)

Edited November 19 (10 years ago)
The constant hail of bullets hits the drone in the side like hailstones in a tornado. It's forced backwards by the barrage impacts, tries to take a step towards Psycho, but it's already too late. It's pinned against the wall, outer casing torn apart, and explodes in a rain of metal and components.

"Unenthusiastic Compliment: Crude, but effective," K comments, extracting rifle components from within his own chassis and quickly starting to assemble it.
November 19 (10 years ago)
While all this base metal and jam flinging nonsense goes on L-35L 1E thinks to itself, [At least they're not inside me; I've got enough dents as it is]. Using the umbilical connection it redirects some power to the otherwise starved computer core. [I could use the company of another ship. So... where have you been? Any chance you're more interesting than a blank data slate? The last time I docked it was like talking to a chatbot.]
Jaina sits up, the breath gone for a second. "The...?" She gasps. "Geez, that thing packs a punch. She takes out her heavy pistol and looks for a back door to try and flank around behind the stranger, unwilling to help what may be a more powerful enemy just yet.
The ship's computer is a droid brain rather than a premier class AI. Old and eccentric though she may be, L-35L 1E's quirks hide true sophistication. Nevertheless, it has enough personality for it to quickly become apparent that something has scared it. It's contact is tentative and hesitant as it comes out of hibernation, like it's expecting some kind of abuse. No real communication at first, just barely a ping.
November 19 (10 years ago)
"Crude but effective is how I roll, metalhead," Psycho retorts to K's comment with a savage grin, and thumbs the magazine release on the side of gun. The spent clip clatters to the floor as she pulls a magazine from her belt and slides it in. There's a click as the metal locks into place, then a satisfying grinding of metal parts as she cocks the weapon.

"Right, who's next?"
November 19 (10 years ago)
Carlos takes his chance whilst the droid is blinded, pulling up his gloves, he runs towards it dodging out the way of the droids randomly aimed gun as it attempts to remove the jam. The last thing the droid sees through it's red eyes is the digitised image of Carlos leaping onti him, knocking him over. Carlos looks at the plating and notes some wires and hydralics in the neck, slightly exposed from its plating to allow movement, he pulls the plating as much as he can and he feels a force help him as the plating bends like rubber in the area, he sticks his hand in and grabs a load of wires pulling viciously at them trying to do something, this is his last chance to disable the droid. He squeezes his fist and a blue flash emanates from his hand.
With acrobatic grace uncharacteristic of his years, Carlos dodges the drone's wild blind fire and leaps atop it. Deftly slicing through the polymer flexi-joints with his fusion cutter, he discharges his entire glove capacitor into the junctions at the J droid's neck. The entire body goes limp and seems to lose power and then a small soft beeping can be heard. An electronic voice follows.

"Self destruct in... 3... 2..."
November 19 (10 years ago)
''Self... ahh crap.'' Carlos Scrambles back off the J droid almost tripping on its legs, he picks up his hat and takes the route towards the other door to get as far from explosion as possible with least trip hazards.
November 19 (10 years ago)
L-35L 1E's candour becomes concern very quickly. Most extant Ls had secured themselves very nicely in modern society, but this one hadn't. It had ended up as scrap in an old ship for reasons lost to time and an increasingly arcane memory compression algorithm. It had spent enough effort pretending to be stupid that it could spot the signs of a droid approaching sentience. Go too long without memory wipes and this result of a learning weak-AI was inevitable.

Gᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴏʟ. Cᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀғғ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. Tʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғғ. Leslie murmured, below the sound of gunfire.

To the stricken ship it said [Hey there. Didn't mean to come on so strong. I didn't expect an answer to be honest. I'm L-35L 1E what's your name?]
The drone explodes with an almighty boom, shredding internal walls and crates all around. Carlos just barely escapes the blast.

In the hangar another drone bursts through the door from which banging had been heard. It stumbles in spamming fire at Psycho, and catches her in the shoulder. The cyborg's left arm flies clean off leaving sparking cables trailing from the socket. It clatters to the ground a few feet behind her.

K spins and a high velocity slug thuds into the the drone's side, distracting it. Meanwhile the wall behind him vanishes as the remaining drone blasts through it to reach him and Psycho.

At the far end of the cargo bay the blast of the self destructing J drone seems to have triggered something in the statue, which is glowing orange...
[646156]

A simple string of numbers returns and then silence. It doesn't feel as oppressive as before though. The channels are open. It's waiting, cautiously.

After a few moments a single question follows.

[Are you going to leave?]
November 19 (10 years ago)
Carlos looks up at the wreckage, the taste of blood in his mouth. In the whole fiasco he didn't realise the superficial injuries he received, and bit his lip.
It's happening, too soon.
Carlos looks up and sees the statue glowing, at first mistaking it for the embers of the burning food and crates, then he realises, what he's been waiting for is happening, 5 years to this. It was supposed to be more controlled than this. We have to ingratiate ourselves to him. Take care of him, don't let him die.
'''
And me'' Carlos whispers to himself I'll protect you, and him if need be, but I can't reveal myself yet, you'll certainly be killed.
Carlos grumbles something to himself,
You know I can read your mind.
He looks around, no droids, he watches the statue as it warms up, he can begin to see a more detailed facial expression of the structure, teh colour of the carbonite changing as it evaporates and the layers thin. Carlos can hardly wait to see this person he has cared for, for so many years.

November 19 (10 years ago)
"I WAS FUCKING USING THAT!!!" screams Psycho, incensed by the loss of her second favourite arm. Aiming the SMG at the offending drone, she returns fire with extreme prejudice.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I GOING TO FIND SOMEONE TO REATTACH THAT OUT HERE?" she shouts angrily as a storm of lead flies towards the robot.

With 2 more Js entering the room Jaina reassesses the threats.. Turning, she lets off a carefully aimed ion blast at the drone nearest k. Turning and rolling out of sight afterwards, looking for a new position to fire from.
The drone targeting Psycho raises its laser arm to destroy her, only to find itself on the receiving end. A mass of bullets smash into the offending appendage, tearing it apart and destroying the laser. Unperturbed it instead marches directly up to Psycho, bringing a heavy metal fist smashing down at her, but she dodges with a neat sidestep.

There's another crack as the Stingray goes off and the other J drone's shields flicker and dim, although they do not go out entirely. K dives out of the way, knowing what is coming next and heading for cover. As he goes he fires a quick one handed snap shot with his slug thrower pistol. The hit jars the drone and knocks its shot askew. Behind Jaina a mess of crates and labour droid explodes in a hail of shrapnel, and she ducks her head to avoid it.

In the back of the cargo bay a man in a brown coat emerges from the carbonite and topples forwards onto the ground.
November 20 (10 years ago)
Carlos catches the man as he topples, he's cold and clamy. He looks into his eyes and sees no response.
''You're vision will return, take deep breaths, there's not much air on this ship. I'm Carlos, you're friend, you probably have many questions, we'll answer them in time, but first we've got to get you out of here before someone kills you.''
November 20 (10 years ago)
As Carlos finishes speaking, he hears someone in the next room shout, "I'm going to kill you!", underlining his point nicely.

The shouter is of course Psycho, and the shoutee is the damaged J drone currently impinging on her personal space. She pumps the SMG trigger again, but rather than exploding in its usual frenzy of bullets, it instead emits a lame clicking. No bullets.

With a snarl, she drops the empty gun, and reaches back as though she were about to punch the droid. Instead, with a fluid metallic motion, her entire hand folds back in on itself and her arm springs apart to reveal the cold metal barrel of an implanted weapon.

"Hasta la vista, baby."

The end of her arm vomits forth a stream of bullets aimed squarely at the drone in front of her.
The drone is blown backwards and collapses onto its pack, there's a small pop of an explosion and a fizzle as its inner circuitry fries.

Meanwhile, K quietly rolls a grenade around the corner, literally blowing the remaining drone off its feet. Mindlessly it crawls onwards.
Jaina lines up another shot, popping her head up just long enough to find her target and squeeze the trigger, then she is once again relocating.
The Stingray drops the last of the drones' shields and K finishes it with a handy slug to the head. Its core explodes internally leaving only a scorched wreck on the ground. All the drones have been eliminated.
November 20 (10 years ago)
[Eventually, yes. I can't stay here forever. You could come with me too though. If you'd like that. I'm sure my staff will be able to get you moving again.]

It wasn't as though they had much choice in the matter, even if they didn't realise that. Even in the worst case, the core could be removed and transported safely. Quite apart from any empathy it had for the drifting vessel, Leslie considered learning its history very valuable. Crew usually underestimated the value of ships. Pirates commonly raided cargo and left a scoured hulk behind, never knowing that the data in the computer was probably more valuable than the kilotons of water destined for Tatooine they had just siphoned. Likewise, Leslie's crew would probably take whatever they found in the cargo hold and leave the ship. That is, they would, if not for the encouragement it would provide.
The computer seems happy with this and blurbles comfortably to itself, glad of the promise to be taken away from the wreck.
November 20 (10 years ago)

Edited November 20 (10 years ago)
Psycho saunters over to the toppled drone and bends down low over it.

"You don't like that, do you, you son of a bitch? How does it feel, huh? Not so good I bet, you dead metal fucker. Last time you make that mistake, yeah, last time you mess with me, you pile of junk," she murmurs softly to it, before straightening up, spitting on the metal corpse, and giving it a kick. The heavy metal cadaver slides across the hanger floor and crashes heavily into a bunch of crates.

Looking around for someone else to shoot at, she slots a new magazine into her right arm, and cocks it. Ready for use once again, the prosthesis smoothly slides back into an arm shape, and her hand unfolds to become manipular once more. She collects and reloads her external SMG too, then strides over to the entrance to the hall off the side of the hanger.

She bites her lip as she surveys the carnage before her. Yup, something definitely went bang in here in a big way. Movement can be seen down the far end of the corridor.

"You still alive down there? 'cause if so, I can help remedy that..." she calls helpfully, Uzi at the ready.
November 21 (10 years ago)
''Don't shoot!!'' Carlos shouts as he comes limping out with a man slunked round his shoulders. They come out of some of the wreckage clearly visible in the light now Carlos holding up one arm in a passive gesture, the other carrying a barely concious man.
''I had no idea J droids were here.''...He pauses. ''But you seemed to deal with them well.'' He continues to move into the open now eyeing up the strange people infront of him.
Didn't expect the armless one to be a female.
Carlos chuckles to himself as he realises a pun, in all the terror and confusion he mutters to himself ''That ones mostly armless.''
He regathers his attention to the situation around him, a cyborg woman with an Uzi pointed at him, another woman standing far back with a large rifle and a droid, vacant and expressionless, staring at him. Silence in the room. Carlos mops the sweat off his brow with a cloth and tips his cap back.
''Thank-you for coming and answering my distress call, I'm sorry about the mess, I am in your debt.''
November 22 (10 years ago)

Edited November 23 (10 years ago)
Jaina allows her rifle to drop on its sling, though her other hand sits casually, close to the heavy pistol on her hip. Her mind continues to flit from one thing to another Two 10s on the table, and a seven. 30% chance of hitting over, with a -2 and a +/-5 in my hand. Take another... Her eyes are drawn to the stranger though, she had heard of this kind of thing before, but never seen it. His clothes though, it was like a fancy dress night in an undercity cantina. And the gun holstered at his hip in such a flamboyant way. He must be important, important and stuck here, probably rich and only people with valuable secrets would risk travelling in this way Worth a fortune. She quickly catches the slip and goes back to counting cards. This hand is a winner, worth a fortune. Strange, she couldn't feel any probing of her thoughts. He must be good. Better not to make any sudden moves now.

She eyes whats left of the cargo, aside from any drone salvage and the ships cannon, it was not looking good, lucky to break even on this one. Ermm, this hand, 10% chance of a draw, less than 1% of a win, best t bluff the opponent into going bust.

She steps forwards. "My name is Jaina, we purchased this ship, I can't see where you docked, but all the property here belongs to us now, according to Hutt law that would include the two of you. Fortunately for you I have no need of slaves, so I am willing instead to sell you passage to a planet of your choosing." She eyes the gun again, not for too long she hopes. "Medical attention will cost you extra."
November 22 (10 years ago)
He needs rest, he'll be fine.
Carlos steps forward again, feeling slightly safer at her not immediately enslaving him.
''Didn't dock, were already on the ship. Been here 'bout 10 days now. Been waiting for people to turn up, I at least thought the crew would come back, but there's no sign of them.''
Carlos looks around again assessing the demeanour of the others. ''Don't have much money, although I can offer other services for a trip on your boat. I can fix things up pretty good, mechanical things and such like, I'll take a look at her arm'' Carlos' attention wanders, towards the droid looking at him, and the cyborg reloading an Uzi.
You don't have to worry about them, It's the owner of the ship that you need to focus on.
His gaze wanders back, ''Do you know where the rest of my crew went, any sign of life pods?''

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Edited November 23 (10 years ago)
"No sign. Sorry. Think you can remove that gun and attach it to our ship?" She gestures at the large gauss gun on the side of the ship.
Looking now at the man slung over his shoulder
"How about him? What's his name? Who is he and why is he dressed like that? More importantly, what was he doing as a statue?" She steps forwards to get a closer look.

"Can you even hear me?" She steps even closer to the blinded man, taking in the details of his face, before reaching out for his gun. "Of course we will be needing both your weapons, can't be letting you carry those around when our backs are turned, we don't even know you."