RP Thread: Wake of the Storm.

Intro : Following the storm on Jaminere. Date : 132 RE, (135 years after Birth of the Republic)  Setting : Tion Cluster, Jaminere (Commercial World), Landing Zone, City of Intari. The party sits in the wreckage and remains of the landing zone. The powered windows, the generator's power drained, flicker, clinging to the remnants of power; screams are heard in the distance as slug thrower fire goes off. A ship or too passes overhead and the treasure ships head back to the main ship. Other pirates and Jaminerian captives work to remove debris. 

Wreck works quickly and finds a nearby console where he downloads all it can on medicine, then proceeds to find as many medical packs as it could. Finding three RK-TEM gets to work. It uses one to take the bullets out of Ms. Navaare, it was unpleasant, but she is now in fighting shape. It soon moves on to her subordinate it is less successful, but he should be able to survive the next few days. After all is said an done, it hooks up to one of the fighters and set into it's hour recharge cycle, not knowing when it will next get a chance to do so. (Uggh, gender neutral things make it seem like Wreck's speaking in the 3rd person)

"Leoni, you may want to go easy on that if it's your first smoke. The first one's always the roughest."

"First smoke?" Leoni laughed for a moment before eyeing Jeb, almost amused when she realized he was serious.  "There are some things that would be my first still in life. I haven't set an orphanage on fire...yet...might be fun, but no smoking is certainly not new...it just isn't a habit" Crossing her legs Leoni laid back against the ground with a yawn, taking another puff of her cigarette.  "So... Jebby... " She yawned for a moment, eyeing him with a smirk. "Don't suppose you got any other advice for a poor little gal like myself?"

Jeb takes a long drag "Advice? Advice on what?" Leaning against a crate, Jeb takes out of his pistols and starts twirling it around "Seriously, though what the hell would you need advice on? I mean I may not like grenades, but you get the job done damn well, and I like watching you work." Jeb flicks his finished smoke and lights another one

"Well you were so quick to tell me how to smoke, figured you might be equally as quick to tell me how to shoot, how to fly, how to fuck, I dunno, anything you can think of really." Finishing her cigarette Leoni sat up, pulling Karl into her lap to polish the grenade launcher.  "You like watching me work? That's cute." Slamming her hand over the launcher, she cursed in a variety of languages until the grenade came free and she was able to clean the inside without worrying about explosions. 

"Well, sorry. You just didn't seem like the type to smoke is all. Besides you can obviously shoot just fine, you can probably fly better than I can...as for that last one, well if you want advice I suppose I can give ya a personal demonstration, I mean we aint goin nowhere for a while if you REALLY need the advice right now." Jeb puts his pistol back in the holster and gets real close to Leoni's face "So ya still feel like gettin uppity with me little miss?"

With a small scoff, Leoni subtly adjusted Karl to point at Jeb as she continued to maintain her weapon, her hands fidgeting with nobs and levers before she turned to face him; his sudden proximity was alarming. "Uppity? Me? You are the one with a size issue and something to prove." She laughed for a moment before preforming an ostentatious roll, followed by a handstand and ultimately a cartwheel before heaving her gun upright.  "Sounds like you need to loosen up, be more flexible, stretch your boundaries, all that jazz. Or you know, continue to be glum"

"Oh I can be more flexible if ya want me to be." Jeb walks back over to his crate and begins playing with his pistol again "And as for me being "glum" as you put it, I don't know what you're talkin about. I'm a fuckin joy to be around. Besides you seem to have the whole bubbly joyous crazy girl thing down pat. I'll just stick to shooting people and lookin good."

"You were so mad at poor Steve earlier, so...serious...gruff. Then Steve got shot full of bullets and I was too high on bloodshed to realize that Koor was getting shot...my bad...but you didn't need to yell at Steve. Yelling just let's them know you are sending them on a death charge, it's so much more fun when they realize it as they die, you know, like a surprise party but instead of cake and ice cream it's all bullets and gaping chest wounds!" Leoni suddenly seem stricken with an idea as she scampered off only to return with ammunition packs and a guards hat. "Forgot to take their bullets...I might have also taken a hat."

"Well the way I see it, is Steve dead? No. So yelling at him works. Hopefully next time he won't be so god damned useless. I don't yell at Jeff, because Jeff gets shit done. Plus I like his style, there's just something to be admired about a man who can ruthlessly kill innocents without batting an eye, or to be able to stab several men to death after being shot. I respect him." Jeb lights another cigarette, then looks at the pack "Damn gunna need to see if any of these poor fuckers had a pack or two on em." He sets off to see about finding an extra pack "It's a nice hat lil' miss....not as nice as mine,but it's nice as far as guard hats go I guess."

"I'm just saying, if you really want him dead after more fuck ups you should make it a surprise. He's alive today, yeah he was a pretty good bullet sponge...also, not entirely sure about the hat. Karl mentioned it so I got it too while I poked around through corpses. Also if you want smokes there are a lot of crates around here, might find one, might not...hmm"

"It's not so much I want him dead, so much as I want him to not be alive anymore. Like if I could find a way to unalive him that would be great." Jeb begins searching the pockets of several corpses "As for the hat...fuckin nothin...I don't know, it might look good on ya. AH HA! You cheeky fucker, had a whole pack on im." Jeb kinda tilts his hat up a bit and strokes his chin "Wait...did you...did you just say Karl mentioned taking the hat? ...Actually you know what forget I asked, I don't wanna know."

"Karl mentions all kinds of things, he doesn't like the captain, he thinks red pants are ugly, he once helped me remember when I put my hairbrush. There's a pretty big list of things Karl helps me with actually now that I think about it." Leoni seemed to ponder the sheer number of things Karl "did" as she stood there before shrugging and looking around annoyed. "Gah I need to do... something, anythin g. They need to clear that debris faster; I'm going stir-crazy. Why don't we just blow the damn blockages with our aircraft guns or some well placed grenades!?"  

"Hell I don't know but I'm gettin a bit tired of sittin around my damn self. But I suppose if you're so full of energy I guess you could run in circles or somethin." Jeb sits down, pulls his hat down a bit and begins cleaning his guns "Or if you're still revved up and ready to go, my offer for that free demonstration still stands." Jeb then chuckles to himself a bit as he says it then stops to ponder something "Or...or, or, or....I gots me an idea. We could have ourselves a little wager. We got enough corpses here for some target practice. So what do ya say, think you're a better shot then me?"

"Well we've already determined that Karl doesn't count, so probably not, well not with small arms anyway but fuck it, I'm willing to do anything to pass the time and call me old fashioned, but I prefer a warm mattress under my ass as opposed to cold steel." Taking her sidearm out of it's holster, Leoni looked it over before sighing and glancing around for corpses. Darting over to one she tried to pull him up against one of the far walls, but her scrawny frame didn't even cause the dead merc to budge before she fell over with a thud. "These fuckers are heavy." She said with a bit of a whine in her voice as she kicked the dead body once in frustration. 

"Well I'm sure we can find a mattress round here somewhere if you're that concerned about it." Jeb casually walks over to one of the corpses and places it on his shoulders with a bit of a grunt "They ain't that heavy.....Hehehe, hold on I gots another idea, and I think you might like this one." Jeb carries the corpse over to another one, flips it over then places the one he's carrying over it in a rather inappropriate pose "Ha! See told ya I can be fun. Now before we start this what ya gunna wager on it?"

Leonia watched as Jeb was able to tote the body around with minimal effort, her arms folded over her chest while she glared and pouted.  "Well they were for me." She had to stifle a laugh however as Jeb began to pose the bodies in provocative ways, her hand gripping her sides as she failed and burst out laughing and almost fell over. "Okay, okay that's good, but move his hand to the left and tilt that ones head before rigor sets in!" Leoni rushed over to do the adjustments herself before standing back to admire her tweaks to the immature scene before perking up to consider Jeb's offer. "Loser has to parade around in their underwear on the main ship for a full 24 hours. Nothing else, not even..." She pauses to flick the brim of her recently acquired headpiece. "A hat...that or credits I suppose..."

"Credits.....nah fuck that, that ain't fun. Just do me a favor, when you do lose wait until I have me a holorecorder. I might need to watch you walk around in your underwear again if I'm ever in a bad mood. Oh and ladies first." Jeb walks back over to the crate and lights another cigarette as he waits for Leoni to take her first shot

Leoni took a few steps back, rolling her eyes at Jeb's recorder comment before checking to loads and taking aim. Her bullets all landing in a cluster, but not necessarily a tight one as she scowled and turned to Jeb who not only matched her cluster but far exceeded it's accuracy. "Okay a deals a deal. You buy the underwear and I'll dance around like no one's watching." She said through a cheeky smile as she reloaded her gun and laughed.  "Oh and if you're ever in a bad mood...I might help with that, but you gotta ask real nice."

"Oh I wasn't aware that we got to pick the underwear, well Imma have to think REAL carefully about it won't I? Do you prefer lace or see through? And if you're gunna dance in it I'm DEFINITELY gunna need that holorecorder." Jeb laughs a little bit, causing him to choke a bit on his smoke "Well shit, normally that would put me in a bad mood but the thought of you dancin around in nothin but your undies...well can't help but smile a little bit. But believe me if I'm ever in a bad mood I'll be sure to ask REAL nice like...hell I might even beg."

"Begging? Now that would be a sight I might need a holorecorder for." As Jeb asked about the fabric of said garments, Leoni almost noticeably cringed.  "I actually prefer the silky ones with all the ties and long string, it's fun to play with when I'm bored, or not polishing my guns, or plotting explosions, or preforming explosions...or you know shooting corpses on a planet, BORED OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND while waiting to siege a station" She ended in a scream as she tugged on her own hair with frustration, kicking one of the bodies again before turning to Jeb.  "I'm going to die of boredom, this is it...I can see the lights growing near."

Jeb takes out another cigarette and lights it before handing it to Leoni "Calm down there Queen Nexu we'll get back to the fun soon...I hope...So silky ones with long strings huh? Any preference on color? Cuz I'm thinking black or red. Oh and another thing." Jeb takes another long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air before getting real close to Leoni's face while placing on of his hands on her head "You gunna pose for me too? Or is that one of those things I have to ask real nice for?"

"Don't you tell me to calm down I am calm...okay not calm, calm but about as close as I'm gonna get!" She says with a groan before turning to Jeb once more, the gap between them now almost nothing as she glared at him, grabbing his wrist and slowly guiding his hand from her head.  "Black and Red are all well and good, prefer green myself but I'm open to critique; poses are gonna cost extra though, gonna be a whole lot of begging and probably dinner for a show like that, cowboy. I'm not entirely sure your fragile ego can handle all that's required, but who knows, you could put a lot of effort into it and make me feel for ya. Like a normal person feels for their retarded cousin...what's that word...oh PITY , yeah that's the one."

"Fragile ego? HA! Little miss I ain't above beggin for it, I'll play the pity card, and dinner, hell that's easy. But if you keep playin around like this I might just have to go find that mattress. Hell I might just go do that right now. Got nothin better to do." Jeb puts his cigarette out, pushs his hat brim up a bit and starts half assed lookin around while scratchin his chin and "whispering" to himself "Where the hell would they keep a mattress round this shit hole?" Jeb occasionally looks back with a sly grin hopin to get some sort of reaction, if nothin more than for a laugh just to kill the boredom

Leoni put her gun away in it's holster before pausing to stare at Jeb, her eyebrow raised in curiosity before tilting her head. "I think those were on isle 3, next to the not happening here's, though you might also want to check in the back by those crates...just to be sure." She said with a grin before sticking her tongue out at Jeb and climbing onto the wing of her ship to lay down and stare at the sky, bouncing her foot to a tune in her head.

"Oh aisle 3 huh, next to the not happening here's? I think we might have blown that up. But I can check back by those crates." Jeb casually saunters over to some crates in one of the far corners in front of one of the alcoves "Well I'll be damned. HEY I FOUND ONE! SUMBITCH HAS SILK SHEETS AND EVERYTHING!" Jeb darts behind the crates "YUP THATS DEFINATLEY SILK! DAMN THIS THING IS COMFY TOO! THINK I MIGHT JUST LAY DOWN FOR A WHILE! CERTANLY MORE COMFY THAN SOME OLD SHIP'S WING!"