The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds...

[Pbartender]

"Who the droid?" He asks curiously. "I hope it's not of a nervous disposition, otherwise Kelko and Kaz will terrify the poor chap between them."

"I'm sure he'll be fine." She pats the R2 unit. "I'm Arani. Glad you could join us."

Deel is still busy ordering breakfast, but the droid replies to Arani's introduction with what sounds like just a series of oddly melodic beeps and whistles to everyone but Arani. She mentally translates the droid-speak to mean something like, :...Hello. My designation is R2-B8. I have been transferred into your service at the authority of the Galactic Astrographic Society Logistics Department. And on behalf of the Chairman of the Society and his Executive Commitee, I extend gratitude and contratulations on the return of the survey ship Pathfinder III...:

Emtee repeats almost that exact sentiment for the benefit of everyone else.

 

[Arani Korden]

:...Hello. My designation is R2-B8. I have been transferred into your service at the authority of the Galactic Astrographic Society Logistics Department. And on behalf of the Chairman of the Society and his Executive Commitee, I extend gratitude and contratulations on the return of the survey ship Pathfinder III...:

Arani calls to the Twi'lek, "Deel, you're wonderful. have I mentioned that lately?"

Then she turns her attention back to the droid. "We thank you. Welcome to the crew. Do you prefer to be called Artoo? BeeAte? George?"

 

[Set Harth]

Set sits serenly on the balcony facing the sunrise. His eyes are open but see nothing. Directly infront of him his lightsaber floats a meter above the floor slowly spinning around, a meditation technigue shown to him by his long absent master. Though Set appears calm and at peace to an observer, inside his mind storms with troubled toughts. His relationship with Valara foremost among them. He regrets and at the same rejoices in the kiss they shared, his desires torn between the Jedi ideal he hopes to become and his growing love for the Jungle princess.

His meditation offers no solstice so he rises to his feet retrieves his saber from the air, gazes one last time at the rosey dawn before turning around to re-enter the apartments.

 

[Rorworr]

"Nice to meet you, R2-B8. This is Emtee, that's Arani, the guy in the armour is Vor'en, and that," Rorworr points over at Kelko. "is Kelko. Go to him if you ever need fixing, he's a dab hand with a hydrospanner."

Rorworr yawns again, then starts chatting with Kelko. "Efficiency personified, you're packed and ready to go! I'd go with the bowcaster for the hunting myself, but I can see the attraction of the vibro harpoon. Vor'en, what do you think? You going to be packing anything special for the hunt?"

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Sia-Lan sits on her bed, staring out the window at the sunrise and how it glows. Alone in her room with no one else to bother her, there's a tranquil air to the young padawan that few get to witness beneath the excitable and friendly facade. The colors bounce off her vibant hair, a rainbow of reds that caught the light and reflected their sheen over the entire room.

Her arms wrapped around her knees, those cerulean blue eyes continue to gaze into the cityscape. Whatever contemplation the Jedi had, those thoughts remained privately hers. On the verge of womanhood, she's a mix of the quixotic minx and the hint of her future as a Jedi Knight, never more so than now when's she's deep in meditation.

The knock on the door didn't even break her glance as Arani takes it upon herself to wake everyone up. Sia calls out something noncommittal, before unwrapping her long lean frame from the bed and heading to the door. Opening, she gives her everyone one of her perky morning smiles complete with mischievous dimples.

"Well? Everyone ready for some stellar fun today?"

 

[Deel Surool]

Arani calls to the Twi'lek, "Deel, you're wonderful. have I mentioned that lately?"

"Incessantly," Deel reminds her, having finished ordering breakfast.

Then she turns her attention back to the droid. "We thank you. Welcome to the crew. Do you prefer to be called Artoo? BeeAte? George?"

Deel steps over and pats the droid on its dome, "The fellows at the GAS office called him Bait, though I haven't the foggiest notion why. He seemed to respond to the name quickly enough." The astromech twitters an affirmative.

Crouching in front of the droid, Deel taps a clawed finger on its chest, "Enough socializing for you, my friend. Now that you've met everyone of importance down here, I'd like you to go back up to the Redline and make sure that she's ready to go when they need her."

Bait whistles a question.

"They won't be but a moment. Once everyone is awake and they've had a bite to eat, they'll be on their way."

The astromech chirrups a confirmation and heads dutifully out front door.

"A remarkable little droid," Deel states admirably. "The Astrographic Society crammed his memory chips full of all the latest star charts and hyperroutes. He'll be infinitely useful here in the Expanse. He knows all the good shortcuts."

 

[Valara]

The Suite's door chimed as it opened once more admiting Valra's sweat covered form. She had been out running, slipping out an hour before dawn as was her custom completing a 5 kilometer jog. She was smiling at the slight burn in her muscles at the exertion, she could have easily tapped into the force to refresh herself, but he was comfortable with the aches and pains, they reminded her that she was human, and not all powerful.

She excused herself as quickly as she could without being rude. She had taken to the luxury of heated baths and showers with a converts zeal, taking one of each everyday, and some-times even one right after the other. Knowing the other's desires of speed she tooka fast but through shower with water so hot it almost scalded her skin, leaving it pink and new, with the faint smell of lavender. She emerges from the bathroom in time to hear Rorworr's comments on hunting, and felt inclined to share her experiences as well.

"I most often use a staff or sling to hunt, but then again I never had a blaster, I wonder if it would ruin the meat? As has been descrbed, I doubt a simple wooden staff would be of much use anyway. Has there been an more word on our quarry Deel?" she asks of theTwi'lek, still a little intimidated by the serpamtine wrihings of his Lekku.

 

[Kaz Lo]

As no one came to his door to wake him, and he has a terrible knack for sleeping through the takeoffs and landings of starships (a habit which has negated any use for an alarm clock), Kaz finally steps out of his room looking disheveled and bleary-eyed. He still wears his usual clothes and hasn't packed any of his things.

"What in the samheel is goin' on out here?" He says around a yawn, "Oh, hey there Deel. We goin' huntin or what?"

After receiving a compensatory beratement for his tardiness, the Zabrak hurriedly packs his things and redresses accordingly. Despite his best efforts (or entire lack thereof as the case may be), he still maintains oil stains on his fingers and the random smear somewhere on his face.

 

[Arani Korden]

"What in the samheel is goin' on out here?" He says around a yawn, "Oh, hey there Deel. We goin' huntin or what?"

"Not until we reach the planet, Kaz. We've got a short trip ahead of us first."

Arani scans the room, looking for one face in particular. "We're all up, it seems. Almost. I'll see if I can collect Dorn."

 

[Dorn Tavers]

Dorn emerges from his room with a smile just as Arani approaches the doorway. The young Jedi, obviously in a very good mood, takes her hand and speaks softly, his words for her alone.

"You look beautiful this morning, Arani. I'm sorry if I'm a little late. Waking up to a kiss from you...well, that's an experience to savor. So I took my time getting ready."

Kissing her hand lightly, Dorn escorts Arani back over to the assembled group. Eyeing the droid, Dorn lifts a brow and grins.

"What's this? We rate our very own astromech now? We really are moving up in the world..."