Out of the Frying Pan... (d20 Star Wars)

[Toric_Arthendain]

Femi extends his hand to all those who greet him in such a fashion. "Ka-Femi-Odo is my name, but feel free to call me Femi for simplicity." Turning to DRK-1X, he says, "You have my gratitude for getting me off the planet."

When Felia asks about the Jedi and DRK-1X plays the holoprojection again of Palpatine, Femi can only shake his head in confusion and sadness. "I won't pretend to understand that message nor can I speculate as to why Palpatine would have issued such an order. One things seems certain however, going back to Coruscant would be a bad idea. I have friends there...or had friends there. There is no way of knowing if any of them are still alive." Femi's thoughts turn to Master Xan. Did he survive? Femi can only wonder if he will ever know.

He lapses into silence, closes his eyes and bows his head, chin touching his chest, either unable or unwilling to talk about the potential deaths of all those he called friend up until half an hour ago.

 

[Ambrus]

Turning to DRK-1X, [Femi] says, "You have my gratitude for getting me off the planet."

Cognitive Processing
Datum: The cerean male's proper designation is Ka-Femi-Odo.
Datum: Ka-Femi-Odo feels gratitude towards DRK-1X.
Emotive Node: Confusion 39.6%; Pleasure 27.1%; Gratitude 22.9%; Uncertainty 20.4%.
Upload subservience script 3B and 9A to vocabulator data buffer 11.

The diminutive probe droid turns to regard the cerean. Statement: Thank you Sir. I am pleased that you find my service satisfactory.

[Femi] lapses into silence, closes his eyes and bows his head, chin touching his chest, either unable or unwilling to talk about the potential deaths of all those he called friend up until half an hour ago.

Cognitive Processing
Heuristic Node: Ka-Femi-Odo is feeling despondent.
Emotive Node: Sympathy 38.3%; Curiosity 20.4%; Uncertainty 30.3%; Sadness 11%.
Upload data to vocabulator buffer 9A.

DRK-1X continues to face the despondent cerean, turning its external sensors to study the humanoid's reaction to the holo-recording. After several moments, it speaks again in its whisper-soft voice: Statement: We are not going to Coruscant. We are en route to Nar Shadaa; a non-republic city-moon. Our e.t.a. is 6 days, 17 hours and 28 minutes. DRK-1X then falls silent hoping that it's simple words will somehow bolster the Jedi's spirits.

 

[Kemrain]

"Nar Shadaa?" Felia asks, sounding worried but too tired to be afraid, "we'd probably be safer going to Coruscant. That place is trouble. Hutt Space is not exactly a vacation destination." She looks at Tal for a moment, adding almost as an afterthought, "glad we have some armor with us." She smiles, but it looks forced, her fatigue and worry getting the best of her. Sighing, she turns her head to Femi.

"Master Jedi, you should probably start thinking of a new identity for yourself, maybe shave off that beard, and find someplace to hide that glowrod of yours," she suggests, trying to be helpful. "You'll probably want to drop off sensors for a while, if you know what I mean."

 

[Bobitron]

"Hutt Space, huh? I served under a Hutt once, but it was short-lived. He had awful manners, and didn't pay well."

Tal seems unconcerned about the destination, removing his armor as he sits on the cold, hard floor. Glancing up at the faces above, he speaks again to the leader.

"My blaster is yours, Dofina, so long as you let me travel with you until I find a better opportunity."

 

[Ambrus]

OOC: I hope neither Shadow nor any of you mind, but I'm going to take it upon myself to role-play Dofina a bit so that she doesn't turn into a vacant paperweight in Shadow's absence. I'll try to play her character consistently with the way Shadow has played her so far. Shadow can correct any errors I make when he gets back from Colorado.

Dofina shrugs dismissively in response to X's introduction of the strangers on her ship. She swivels her chair back to face the cockpit controls, pointedly ignoring them as they start greeting each other and shaking hands. The nemoidian turns her head to regard the mercenary as he raises his voice to address her.

"My blaster is yours, Dofina, so long as you let me travel with you until I find a better opportunity."

Dofina smirks in response:"I'd assumed that much. I'll tell you if and when I need you."

Turning back to DRK-1X Dofina says: "X, synthesize me a glass of spiced paricha and get my dark blue sleeping gown out of the hold. I'm going to get some rest soon, so be ready to take the controls." DRK-1X answers in its whisper soft voice: "Acknowledgment: Orders understood.".

The droid then goes about it's assigned tasks; unfolding both its arms and fetching the drink and gown for its Mistress. It also unfolds the sleeping bunk in the rear of the passenger compartment and pulls out the thin privacy divider before retracting its arms, extending its scomp-link and plugging itself into the Geth Hound's control console access port (Computer Use +14, taking 20 to reprogram itself to put some of its skill points into Pilot and Astrogation). Although it faces forward, it swivels its two external sensor pods backwards to continue watching the other occupants of the cabin. Shortly thereafter, after finishing her drink, Dofina rises out of the pilot's seat, steps behind the privacy barrier to change into her sleeping gown and lays down on one of the ship's two bunks. It never occurs to her to offer it to anyone else. Her last words, before drifting off to sleep with her blaster close at hand, are addressed to no one in particular: "Try to keep it down".

OOC: It occured to me that Shadow never told anyone else what the ship was like. Here are a few details from what he told me. I figure this is all stuff that's obvious to someone sitting in it. It's called the Geth Hound and is an Aerion space transport. It's only 20 meters long and requires only a single person to pilot it. It has room for up to two crewmembers and four passengers. It carries enough food, water and food for up to a month. The ship looks like an oversized fighter craft, complete with standard single person controls and interfaces. The extra space is used for passengers and a small amount of cargo. Any other left over space has shielding equipment stuffed in it.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

DRK-1X continues to face the despondent cerean, turning its external sensors to study the humanoid's reaction to the holo-recording. After several moments, it speaks again in its whisper-soft voice: Statement: We are not going to Coruscant. We are en route to Nar Shadaa; a non-republic city-moon. Our e.t.a. is 6 days, 17 hours and 28 minutes. DRK-1X then falls silent hoping that it's simple words will somehow bolster the Jedi's spirits.

Femi only nods once indicating he understands but he says nothing. What am I going to do on Nar Shadaa? I'm a Jedi...a mediator. I'm no criminal, except in the eyes of Palpatine, who unfortunately controls the republic. Femi sighs and closes his eyes again.

"Master Jedi, you should probably start thinking of a new identity for yourself, maybe shave off that beard, and find someplace to hide that glowrod of yours," she suggests, trying to be helpful. "You'll probably want to drop off sensors for a while, if you know what I mean."

Femi opens his eyes again, trying to concentrate on what Felia is saying but finding it difficult with all that has happened in so short a time. Everything he is and everything he thought he knew had been turned upside down. He was slowly starting to realize that the rest of his life would most likely be spent in hiding or running from Republic forces. All those he had known and called friend would be doing the same, if any of them were still alive. Briefly, anger rushed to the surface and a desire to avenge those countless deaths but he exerted his will and pushed those feelings back down to a safer place.

Exhausted and confused, Femi found a clear space on the floor, somewhat away from the others and sat down to meditate, hoping to find some path to follow, something that would give meaning to whatever life he had left...

 

[Kemrain]

Felia sighs at the Jedi's dispondent reactions, waiting until the neimodian has risen from her seat and layed down for the 'night'. She gets up and sits herself down in the pilot's seat, the next most comfortable place to put herself, after a bunk. Looking up at the droid hovering over her she sighs and leans forward, elbows agaisnt the console, propping up her head with her hands.

"This is not my day..." Glancing back up at the droid she asks, "What time is it, on Taris' lightcycle?" Though she's tired, she knows she won't be able to sleep any time soon, given how wound up she is. The worst part about all this wasn't merely being stuck with Dofina, but being stuck with her in a tiny flying coffin with no privacy.

 

[Ambrus]

The diminutive probe droid turns its top sensor pod to regard the female as she sits down in the pilot's chair.

Cognitive Processing
Heuristic Node: The unidentified female human appears despondent.
Emotive Node: Sympathy 37.3%; Curiosity 29.3%; Uncertainty 19.4%; Sadness 13%.

Glancing back up at the droid she asks, "What time is it, on Taris' lightcycle?"

Cognitive Processing
Processing inquiry.
Upload data to vocabulator buffer 9A.

After a short pause the droid responds in its whisper-soft voice: Report: Separatist command center local time on Taris is currently twenty one hundred and thirty eight hours.

Cognitive Processing
Heuristic Node: A diversion may serve to alleviate the passengers' despondency.
Volition Threshold has been reached.
Priority Hierarchy established.
Upload archival recreation data files 12634-12679 to holoprojector data buffer 23G.
Upload data vocabulator data buffer 18E.

The diminutive probe droid interrupts Tac's reverie: Inquiry: Would you like to play a game? Statement: I can simulate a wide variety of popular games for your entertainment. I can act as an opponent or you may play another passenger if you wish. DRK-1X's external holorecorder pod swivels and its lens begins to glow a bright blue as an abstract 3D hologram of a game board with playing pieces appears in the air next to Tac. Over the next few seconds the boards and pieces shifts several times to display other possible game configurations.

 

[Kemrain]

Felia raises an eyebrow, reguarding the droid for a moment before asking, "You play Holochess?" She swivels the pilot's chair to face the diminutive sphere, adding, "I'm not very good... Do you have multiple difficulty settings?"

Glancing away from the droid to the only real human in the ship, she asks Tal, "Remar, is it? Do you think you could give me a crash course with one of those clone troopers' rifles later on? If we're going to Nar Shadaa, we'll probably need as many blasters on hand as we can get."

 

[Ambrus]

The transparent blue game board assumes a standard holochess configuration with playing pieces and then stops shifting. The board begins to slowly rotate horizontally. Request: Please select difficulty setting; novice, journeyman or master. Inquiry: Would you like to move first?