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

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Originally posted by Vor'en Kurn
"Please don't call me Renni.

"Ok," Sia-Lan agreed absently, though Vor'en was sure she would forget sooner or later. Patting his shoulder lightly, she gave it a squeeze when he noticed the weapons array. "See? Now you have toys to play with."

Turning her back to Vor'en so she could look at Rory, the young woman asked, "When are we going to take off?" Resting a hand on her hip, she smiled teasingly. "Do you think you can fly this thing?"

 

[Pbartender]

With Bait's assistance, Rory and Kelko complete the pre-flight check quickly and smoothly. The boarding ramp is up, the engines are warm, and the ship is anxious to fly.

OOC: The stats for the Redline are here. Be aware that that web page is not yet complete.

Arani, I'll get you a summary of what's on the datacard ASAP.

 

[Rorworr]

Turning her back to Vor'en so she could look at Rory, the young woman asked, "When are we going to take off?" Resting a hand on her hip, she smiled teasingly. "Do you think you can fly this thing?"

"Good question. I guess if we pile the ship into the ground, you can take the answer as 'no'." Rorworr jokes with Sia. "Speaking of which, could you head aft and tell the others we're about to take off? It might be an idea for everyone to take a seat for the first few minutes of the flight. Me and Kelko are going to want to get used to the controls."

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

"Good question. I guess if we pile the ship into the ground, you can take the answer as 'no'." Rorworr jokes with Sia. "Speaking of which, could you head aft and tell the others we're about to take off? It might be an idea for everyone to take a seat for the first few minutes of the flight. Me and Kelko are going to want to get used to the controls."

"Why don't you just use the intercom?" Sia-Lan suggested, searching for the communications panel. "That way I don't have to search for everyone all over the ship." When she finds it, Sia will press the button and speak very unnecessarily loudly into it..."HEY! EVERYBODY! BUCKLE UP! RORY AND KELKO WANT TO BLAST OFF WITH A BLAST! ANYBODY WITHOUT A SEAT BELT's ON THEIR OWN!"

 

[Arani Korden]

Arani looks up from the datacard she's studying just long enough to buckle up.

00c: By the way, is there an area on the ship where I can setb up a crude dance floor?

 

[Pbartender]

00c: By the way, is there an area on the ship where I can setb up a crude dance floor?

OOC: So long as you push most of the furniture to the edges of the cabin, the lounge area would make for a small, but suitable dance floor.

The dossiers on the datacard can be summed up thusly:

The Attendees of This Year's Vor-Cal:

• Lord Giorgio Apollinari of House Melantha - This year's host of Vor-Cal, and House Melantha's Representative for the 11th straight year. Lord Apollinari sits on Melantha's privy council, and is a reputed sport hunter. He is tall, muscular, with a short brown ponytail and long sideburns all adding up to rogueish good looks.
  
• Lady Olivya Vizcara of House Mecetti - A minor noble from House Mecetti, it is her first year at the Vor-Cal. Ruthless and ambitious in politics, rumor has it that she recently over-stepped her authority with Lady Sidorov of Mecetti. Her holo-photo reveals her to be a fairly young and delicate-looking woman, but a cold, hard look about her face.
  
• Lord Gianni Tassotto of House Calipsa - Representative of House Calipsa, he is apprently quite proud to be attending the hunt. Lord Tassotto has spent an inordinate amount of time and money training for the hunt. He has even hired an animal trainer to domesticate and train a wild vornskr as a hunting hound. Sources say that he is also in the process of negotiating a trade agreement with House Melantha through Lord Apollinari. With a fresh, naive look about him, Lord Tassotto looks the epitome of an insecure, spoiled young noble.
  
• Baron Pter Baggley of House Reena - He has been House Reena's representative at the hunt for the last seven years, but has yet to make a kill. He ostensibly attends the Vor-Cal solely for the feast, the fresh air, and chance to socialize. He is an elderly gentleman with a pleasant smile, and grey, thinning hair.
  
• Sir Taj Junak of House Pelagia - Ever since he gained full status as a Jedi Knight, Sir Junak has represented House Pelagia at the Vor-Cal. He is currently aspiring to gain enough experience to return to the Temple at Coruscant and become a Jedi Instructor. In the meantime, he diveides his time between the duties of his home planet Pelagia, and the warrants of the Jedi Council. Dressed in traditional Jedi robes, he is a handsome fellow, with a unruly mop of close-cropped blonde hair and a short goatee.
  
• Saeed Assadi of House Barnaba - Apparently, there aren't many noble in House Barnaba who enjoy roming around in the undergrowth, getting filthy while hunting a bangerous beast capable of ripping one's limbs off, and this year they're all busy elsewhere. In an attempt to save face, House Barnaba has hired a profession hunter. Little else is known about him. His has short dark hair, a pencil-thin mustache, and wears dark clothing tailored in the military style.
  
• Olge Prokofiev of the Tapani Starship Cooperative - The TSC's representative at the Vor-Cal, Miss Prokofiev is a high-level corporate manager at the shipyard's headquarters on Tallaan. She is known to have aspirations of landing a position on TSC's board of directors some day. Though she hasn't gained the position yet, she does have enough pull to have gotten herself invited to the Vor-Cal this year. An attractive woman in her mid-thirties, she is tall and slim with long brown hair.
  
• Feliks Yoffe of the Trade Federation - A powerful faction in the sector, the Trade Federation sends a representative every year. Yoffe is Trade Federation's Regional Inspector-Auditor for Tapani Sector. Despite the impressive title, however, his duties are simply to travel to around to the local member shipping companies, and ensure that they are paying their dues. He is a middle aged Neimoidian, with all the bulbous glazed eyes and gaunt leathery skin that it implies.
  
• Dr. Byon Ae-Sook of Mrlsst Academy - A surprising addition to the hunt's roster, the Academy doesn't usually send an representative. The Deans of the Academy have the given the excuse of establishing closer relations to the Noble Houses. Though it is suspected that the professor is simply trying to obtain research grants from wealthy nobles. Dr. Ae-Sook is an aging over-weight Cerean with a full, bushy grey beard.

In addition, each attendee can be expected to have a entourage of assistant hunters and courtiers.

 

[Kelko]

Giving the systems the once over, Kelko shrugs haplessly. "Well, here goes nothing." Engaging the atmospheric thrust systems, he gently pushes the Redline into the air, keeping an eye on the instruments. "Whoo, this baby handles as smoothly as she looks," he grunts to his co-pilot, growing more impressed with the starship by the minute.

Once the ship is up a few kilometers, the Rodian's curosity gets the better of him and he starts to punch up the acceleration, seeing just how fast he can take the ship without flying it apart.

 

[Pbartender]

The ship smoothly rises on its repulsorlifts, and hovers above the landing pad for a moment, before Kelko engages the main drives. They purr comfortingly when he does so, and the ship slides into the upper atmosphere of Mrlsst like a Mon Calamari dolfen breaching for air.

Punching the throttle to maximum acceleration, Kelko listens as the contented purr suddenly rises to a triumphant growl. The interial compensators can hardly compensate as the Redline leaps ahead into deep space. Kelko and Rory are pushed back into the cushioned dewback leather of the acceleration couches. Sia-Lan, far too intent on warning everyone else of the imminent acceleration to remember to strap herself in, loses her grip on the doorway, and tumbles down the hallway... Past the the airlock... Past the storage lockers... Past the sleeping berths... And into the passenger lounge, where she rolls to a stop beneath the holo-game table.

The ship is everything Kelko and Rory could expect. It's at least as fast as the N-1's Rory used to practice with back on Naboo, but not quite as maneuverable due to all the extra mass.

The local comm channel livens up as Mrlsst Space Control begins to complain at you about clearance requests, air-space restrictions and traffic regulations.

 

[Vor'en Kurn]

The local comm channel livens up as Mrlsst Space Control begins to complain at you about clearance requests, air-space restrictions and traffic regulations.

"Oops," says Vor'en blandly. He smiles slightly at the sound of Sia taking an undignified roll down the hallway, and leans back in his seat, continuing to familiarize himself with the weapons controls.

Ooo! Concussion missiles! Yippy skippy. Vor'en's fingers twitch above the firing button, but with some effort he pulls them away.

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Sia-Lan laughed, whooping it all the way across the ship. Slipping and sliding, she twirls around but makes sure her lengthy arms and legs don't get caught on anything. Landing with an 'oof' against the holotable, she stretched out.

"Wow that was fun! Can we do it again?"