New Imperial Order IC

[Krizzel]

Mang raised a dark brown eyebrow. "I'm afraid it's the only way to be sure your machines aren't dangerous. Unless you'd rather have the young woman render them harmless?"

The dark cream skinned warrior lowered his lightsaber slightly, but still watched the intruder carefully. This man was quite possibly not entirely sane. It was well that Vek-Tu should be mindful of his potential unpredictability.


OOC - Still holding that readied action, though he'll make room for the 'prisoner' to be escorted out to the brig. Also wondering if his lightsaber has been surrendured yet.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Meiko, whose heart could easily be won by anything remotely electronic, stretched out her hands for the droids.

"Ohh! They are cute!" she gushed, now regretting that she had ever threatened to harm anything that cute and electronic. She should have aimed for the scruffy Jedi instead. He was more expendable anyway.

It was all Xado's fault, of course, that any of that had happened. She didn't quite know how it could be Xado's fault, but she felt utterly confident that blaming him would be the right way to go.

"I'll make sure they don't get harmed!"

 

[Jemal]

Pearl (The ship) sends an inaudible message to each of the remotes (beep, beep, and beep). She tells them "It's quite allright, the lady Pheonix is exceptionally nice with machinery, though she has a mean streak when it comes to other humanoids. You'll be safe with her, but please don't tell anybody about me.. Say, is that man with you the second jedi? I heard there might be a second one.. if he could find his way aboard."

 

[Dalamar]

The man looks sad for a moment but then relinguishes his hold of the remotes.
"Okay... but take good care of them... and don't spray them with the horrible smells, it might break their circuits..."

He starts walking towards the cargo hold, dragging his feet.
"And Beep needs a lot of attention, so remember to pet it every now and then, otherwise it will try to zap you..."

"And Beep needs a drop of oil daily, it's some kind of trouble I haven't had the time to fix..."

He hands the unignited lightsaber hilt to Cabe as he passed him and then goes to the cargo, closing the door after him.


The one of the droids, Beep, answers Pearl.
"Oh, yeah. He actually found his way pretty well. It took him only an hour for a 10-minute walk through the docks."

 

[KitanaVorr]

With a squeal of delight (that probably hurt a few eardrums in the vicinity) Lady Meiko gathered Beep, Beep, and Beep in her arms, hustling them further into the room.

"Now you cute little darlings just hang out over there and I'll get right to you just after I finish disinfecting this room."

The young woman frowned at the bed, all mussed up. She considered asking Xado to come here and do it, but the thought of having that pilot in her room again induced her to pull the sheets off the bed herself and stuff them in the autowasher.

"Can I borrow that towel, Lord Mang?" she asked the stoic Jedi with the most innocent of expressions, her hand stretched out in his direction.

 

[Xael]

Xado escorted the "prisoner" to the cargo hold, and then stopped, scratched his head, sighed, and headed to the cockpit to take a nap.

 

[Dalamar]

Xado escorts the "prisoner" to the brig

How do you do that, when I already went to the cargo hold?

 

[Krizzel]

Vek-Tu's eyes narrowed as he gave Meiko a skeptical expression. "Just make sure you deactivate any dangerous capabilities of those droids, young woman."

He took the lightsaber from Cabe, giving it a cursory glance before settling it in his grasp along with his own weapon. Then, pulling his towel away and tossing it at the girl in one smooth motion, he strode away back towards his own quarters.

"Mr. Docam, guard the prisoner, please," he called behind himself, imperiously polite.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Meiko's mouth dropped open in shock as she caught the discarded towel having not expected that and dearly wanting some way to unnerve the unflappable Jedi. Crimson blush covered her cheeks, but she looked all she wanted until Mang was out of sight.

"Well, triple Beeps...that was interesting alright," the young woman remarked rather unnecessary as she giggled girlishly. Her eyes alighted on the only man left in the room, wondering why he was sticking around.

He must be the fourth man, but what was his purpose here? He looked like a solider alright, one of those clean cut kind of men who knew the value of following orders.

Brushing her fashionable attire with her hands she gave Cabe a sweet smile as she began to check up on the Beeps, indirectly doing what Mang asked of her as if in payment for the services of his towel.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Cabe choked slightly as Mang discarded his towel, but quickly recovered himself, giving Pheonix an appraising look. Young. Brash. Spoiled. Cabe stoicly resisted grinning. It sounded like him, when he had first joined up, minus the spoiled part. A breif mental conflict occured in his head; spoiled brats always got on his nerves, after he had come from one of the worse slums, but she was not unlike him in other ways. The conflicting thoughts (friend? foe?) were a strain on his limited cranial capacities. Then he mentally shrugged. Eh. We'll see.

Carefully stepping backwards out of her room, he nodded at her. "Sorry for the intrusion, ma'am," he said, and saluted. "Cabe Docam. ISB." He lets the slaute down, and excuses himself. "If you'll pardon me, I must attend to the prisoner."