Prologue: The officer's lounge.   Posted by The unifying force.Group: 0
The unifying force
 GM, 18 posts
Sun 7 Feb 2016
at 12:14
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
Though not each of you is an officer, you've all been given an access pass to the officer's lounge on board the space station which in turn orbits the planet you were send to report to. The planet is a green swirl of forests with great stretches of swamps, but no actual oceans. All it's water is contained in those dank swamps.

The space station itself is a military station and so offers very little in the manner of relaxation nor does it offer much opportunity to do much shopping. The only few shops there are simplistic little shops meant to cater to officers and conscripted personnel who want something different to eat than the standard grub offered by the military, or who want to buy something simple they wouldn't  otherwise be able to get. But to the average citizen, this 'mall' is a great disappointment.

The officer's lounge is less of a disappointment. It contains a bar with a great variety of drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. It's collection rivals that of the average upper class hotels. The lounge area is separated in two sections, one section contains tables where imperial officers can do a little work while enjoying the relaxing music and pleasant smells of the lounge. The other half contains luxurious leather couches where one can relax and merely enjoy the view or talk with others.

The view itself is quite impressive, it shows the Sentinel floating in space, with a great number of shuttles buzzing about it like bees. The ship is being provided with supplies for a six month journey, at least potentially. And that's no easy task, considering it's crew of nearly 3000. You've been told that the ship will be ready to leave by tomorrow, but until then, there's a buzz of activity going on around it.
Ooli Geduca
 player, 4 posts
Sun 7 Feb 2016
at 15:12
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
Ooli is (apparently) hard at work, getting figures and words down on a datapad while lounging.  Making sure her access pass is more than ready to display if anyone asks questions, the blue Twi'lek seems quite at ease while looking busy.  Her plain jumpsuit was new, of course, so no one would see the stains or any of the rips and tears earned throughout her years apart from the military.  Truth be told, she was just glad to be back here and allowed to show her face at all, and she was doing her best to look as normal as an alien in could in the officer's lounge.

It was boring work, but it would help her get situated once she was...wherever they were going to situate her.  By the pure amount of text on the screen, one might wonder just how much she had to do or what she was writing, but a lot of things on the list were going to be crossed off or impossible anyway.

The meaningless activity would fill the time that would otherwise probably be spent in silence, trying to draw very little attention.
Yesdona Miralu
 player, 8 posts
Sun 7 Feb 2016
at 19:00
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
Her orange lekku swishing as she walks into the lounge, Yesdona looks around taking in the view as well as seeing who all is here. Her pass tucked away into her vest, not even a thought of being out of place. She never really had a problem getting into places, or getting what she wanted in life.

Stopping by the bar she orders a Twi'lek favorite drink and heads to the seats in front of the viewing portal. She puts her back to the portal, after taking a moment to appreciate the view, and watches the room, while not paranoid per-say she prefers to keep an eye on her surroundings.

Running her fingers down her lekku, she takes a drink from her glass of multi-colored alcohol. It resembles a rainbow on steroids with glitter thrown in, but Yesdona seems to be enjoying it immensely.
Kalis Bantha
 player, 7 posts
Mon 8 Feb 2016
at 12:30
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
Eager to get started on his quest, Kalis had spent his day hard at work in the Sentinel's computer lab, first familiarising himself with its systems, as well as some of its back-doors, before engaging in the vital work of number-crunching, computing the coordinates and trajectories of the Sentinel prior to its hyperspace jump tomorrow. He wanted up-to-date and accurate coordinates; the journey should begin with his best foot forward after all. He found the work meditative, as he practised the rote calculations and data entry whilst cleansing his mind. Nevertheless, the sense of anticipation remained, rushing through his heart like an impatient bantha.

After his work was done, he headed back to the space station; he had months to see and get to know the Sentinel, but only one more day to explore the station. The shops and bars, though surely disappointing to more cosmopolitan travellers, were impressive to a bantha-farmer from the back-sands of Tatooine, but he was not materialistic. He purchased some basic supplies, some computer hardware and software he would need, and a stuffed bantha toy. He did not dare bring a real bantha with him, though he had asked; keeping it in the ship's hold away from sand or sky or the rest of the herd would be too unkind. So the toy bantha would have to do to remind him of home and faith. It was rather cute.

Having exercised his mind, he went to the station's civilian gym to exercise his body, advancing his fitness and practising his martial art, the Bantha-style (in truth, modified from traditional Teräs Käsi). He did well, but had to leave after destroying – but paying for – a punching bag he'd head-butted a few too many times.

Showered, refreshed, he'd found a private observation port in which to pray to the stars (since it involved some loud mooing, he preferred privacy).

At last, hungry and in search of fodder, he came to the lounge he'd been given a pass to. Stepping inside, immediately bewildered by the opulence and realising it was the officer's lounge, he thought about leaving. Such places were not for a poor, humble monk, mingling with the Imperials. And he was shy. But a Dim-U aphorism came to him: the bantha grazes where the fodder is good. He should be brave and forthright, head-first.

So, in amongst the stark Imperial officer uniforms, came a figure dressed in plain and simple sandy-brown robes, tunic, pants, and sandals. He was a Zabrak man, his head topped by a crown of horns, the two at the front taller and faintly twisted compared to the others. Otherwise, he was bald bar a braided lock of black hair that descended from the back of his skull. His yellow-brown skin was tanned almost golden, with perceptive violet-hued eyes over a straight nose and a gentle mouth set in a firm jaw, rather handsome. Thin-lined facial tattoos, extending from the sides of his mouth and coiled around his brows, gave him a faintly beast-like aspect, but his whole air was one of the serenity of nature. He was tall with a powerful build, yet his musculature was compact and lean. Nevertheless, he seemed to sink into the crowd rather than push his way through.

Steering well clear of the couches, since he couldn't be certain they weren't made of bantha leather, he approached the bar and ordered a tall glass of cold blue milk (he got some strange looks for that). He found an empty table where he could he catch the view, and allowed his mind to wander.
GS-974
 player, 4 posts
Mon 8 Feb 2016
at 21:56
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
There were few times that GS-974 would relax. In the officer's lounge was a long way from any place the stormtrooper would consider relaxing. GS-974 followed Ooli in. He shadowed her in silence, intimidating in the way a six foot soldier dressed in white plastisteel put fear in many citizens of the Imperial Remnant and New Republic alike. His back straight, his rifle cradled in his arm. The stormtrooper watched his charge. GS-974 did not wonder at what she was doing, only that she was where she should be.
Tomen Brakkaar
 player, 3 posts
Tue 9 Feb 2016
at 09:41
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
A man wearing a dark robe over cream colored pants and tunic, and carrying a 2 meter staff with some sort of large emitter on top, steps into the lounge. As he folds hit hood back you see he wears short black hair, and has dark eyes. His face is that of a 20-25 year old human that has seen many harsh days, but still has a youthful and lighthearted smile on his face. "Greetings brothers and sisters. I am Tomen Brakkaar Of the Umbra Brotherhood." He says in a strangely accented Basic. Bowing while holding his staff upright he then moves to a nearby seat.Sitting he slowly examines each of the people present, as if securing their image in his mind.

This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 01:20, Wed 10 Feb 2016.

Yesdona Miralu
 player, 11 posts
Wed 10 Feb 2016
at 01:15
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
Yesdona watches the others slowly file in, idly playing with her left lekku. When the man in the dark robes walks in she looks at him for a moment as if studying him. In an attempt to recall what she knows about the Brother hood, she wraps the tip of her lekku around her finger and bites her lip.

Taking another sip from her drink she surveys the rest of the room and the newcomers. Eyeballing each, almost as if she were memorizing their individual features.


OCC:
17:57, Today: Yesdona Miralu rolled 18 using 1d20+11 with rolls of 7.  Know: Galactic Lore (Umbra Brotherhood).

Ooli Geduca
 player, 6 posts
Wed 10 Feb 2016
at 02:06
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
Ooli looks up when she catches speech that doesn't match the room, albeit at the edge of her consciousness.  A man of the 'Umbra Brotherhood'?  She thought about asking, but then just turns her eyes back down toward her datapad.  Better to make out like she never heard him, just in case this is something like one of those pyramid schemes disguised as a religious order of some sort...
Kalis Bantha
 player, 9 posts
Wed 10 Feb 2016
at 08:06
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
The Zabrak with the toy bantha sticking out of his pack looked around at the announcement, wondering if he should have introduced himself as well. Was it some custom he'd missed? Or was this one just especially lacking in the humility and grace of the bantha? Kalis gave a short wave of acknowledgement, before returning to his contemplations of the cosmos.
The unifying force
 GM, 25 posts
Fri 12 Feb 2016
at 13:54
Prologue: The officer's lounge.
After spending a day resting, enjoying amenities of the lounge, and mentally preparing yourself for the journey ahead, a call goes out over the intercom telling you to report to the shuttle bay, where the last Lambda class shuttle is waiting to take you to the ship.

Once onboard you're given a quick introduction to the captain, a no-nonsense Cerean who introduces himself as Archos Sevrein. But he soon sends you on your way to your private quarters, and only 30 minutes after you arrive the ship makes the jump into hyperspace.