Act 7.3: Epilogue.   Posted by Master Servious.Group: 0
Lin Daochi
 player, 32 posts
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 17:23
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Lin walked in to the lounge with her head held up high. She had shown Seven her skill and by any standard, the man should have been surprised by her skill. He, nor the Cathar, had been bad pilots, but Lin knew, she was not very far behind the man. "...and you might have dodged my shots, if you had made a bootlegger's turn", she said to Devon going through the last bout of simulated dogfight. But then, she was cut off mid-sentence as she saw the lounge. "Sithspawn! I should have played for that dress too", she said before she burst in to a joyful laughter. "Then again, I'd probably be overdressed compared to everyone else. And well, I don't even like wearing a dress, most of the time, though playing the princess part every now and then is quite okay. Now, if you excuse me, I suppose this is the part where I am supposed to go and mingle." The last part was spoken with an aristocratic accent and manner, and for a moment she looked at least as much at home in a fine upper class party, holding a cocktail and having small talk, as she was in the cockpit of a fighter or hacking Imperial Code Cylinders.

"Ah, Mister Four", Lin said, offering her arm to Heigren with a mischievous grin on her face. "I must apologize for being so ill dressed, but there is not a single seamstress aboard this cruise and I have misplaced all of my finest dresses, it seems", she continued in the manner of speech, the nobles around the Core were know to use. "Now, you hinted you had something that might strike my fancy, but I warn you - if it is something base, I will have some gentleman call you out." She looked quite humoured by it all, but the whole thing was far too refined to be entirely an act. More likely, she had really mingled amongst them and her accent, though ever so slight, pointed towards the core, perhaps Chandrila or Kuat.

Lin, though she was more than hateful towards the Imperials in general, decided to give Arcas the benefit of a doubt. ”If you need help, I may have some contacts that could help your family if needed. For now, I am offering my services to them rather than you, but that may change if you prove yourself more trustworthy. I may even build you a completely new identity that will pass checks by anyone but the most inquisitive ISB agents.”

This message was last edited by the player at 21:54, Sat 25 Nov 2017.

Devon Kismet
 player, 1106 posts
 Talon 7
 ID: Rian Cloudrider
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 20:39
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Once Devon had rounded everyone - except Heigren - up, he led them down to the lounge, refusing to answer any questions.  If he was honest, he'd maybe pictured the usual refreshments that tended to go along with the Talon briefing and mission planning sessions.
He'd herded the others through the door ahead of him before he took a look around the room and realized that once again, Heigren had outdone himself.
Devon couldnt help it, he started laughing.
This was so much better than he had thought to hope for.

Shaking his head at the bemused expressions on the faces of some of the others, Devon caught the eye of the steward behind the bar and gestured for her to turn the music down
Then he shook his head and chuckled again.

"OK, first things first - it was pointed out to me earlier that our code numbers thing is kinda redundant right now.  Our new friends here -"
He indicated Lin, Arcas and Aderek
"-earned our trust back there in that damn jungle.  Maybe they'll stay with the team, maybe they'll go their own way... but they've proven themselves.  So to hell with the numbers.
That's part of why I had Heigren set this up; give folk a chance to meet each other properly."


Devon beckoned to Heigren to come out from behind the bar and join the others, he waited till the Zeltron was stood amongst the Talons before continuing.
"But like the rest of you, he don't know what this is all about."
Devon grinned, remembering a line from an old film - time for some payback for Heigrens quotes on the shuttle.
"I expect you're wonderin' why I gathered you all here.  Its simple really.  You guys have earned this."

His expression turned sober, earnest.
"Ninety seven.  I want you all to remember that number.  Ninety seven.  Thats how many people you saved.
They were in hell an' you walked in there, gave them hope an' you pulled them out.

I know you've already met a bunch of the people we rescued, an' they've said 'thank you'.
But this is from me.

Thank you.

Be proud of what you did, an' never forget it."


Devon stood silently for a moment, meeting the eyes of each person in turn, hoping his gaze communicated what he couldn't find words for.

Then he glanced down at himself and laughed quietly.
"An' this is why I should get someone to say this crap for me - I ain't no good at speeches..."
he looked up again and raised his voice slightly.
"This is your night, my way of sayin' thank you to all of you.  But dont forget we gotta briefing at 0900 tomorrow morning - please, no-one show up hungover.

Now, relax.  Have a drink, or three.  Have fun!  That's an order."

The steward took this as her cue and the music came back on.  Devon joined her behind the bar and set to work, chatting and joking with people as he made them drinks.
He made a point to introduce himself by name to Arcas, Aderek and Lin as he served them.

He had just handed Mika a large glass of chilled juice drink when an M4 droid buzzed through the room and stopped next to him.


M4 Messenger Droid:
'Attention, operative designated... Talon 7.  You have received... two... new messages.  Would you like to play the first message?'

Stepping back a little from the bar, Devon left the steward in charge for few moments, and led the droid into a slightly more private corner.
"Play the messages," he told the droid "an' pipe audio to my commlink, dont use your external speakers."  He didnt want to spoil the others evening with what might be serious business...

OOC:  Gm let me have the M4 droid find Devon here rather than at the sim-pod as events had already moved past that point  :)

This message was last edited by the player at 21:00, Thu 23 Nov 2017.

Heigren
 player, 548 posts
 Zeltron Male
 Talon 4
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 21:12
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Heigren smiles at Lin.  "Awwww, you're so sweet.  Well if the boys bother you, you let me know okay.  I'm sure Kyvarr can teach you how to defend yourself.  No, I have a business proposition for you when we have a chance to talk.  Maybe a bit later on as I have to ensure the party is in full swing first.  Be good."
M4 Messenger Droid
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 21:13
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
'As you wish.  Connection to your commlink is being established.'

There is a pause and a soft 'ping!'


'First message will now be erased in accordance with file safety protocols.'  Ping, ping!  'Would you like me to play the second message?'
Devon Kismet
 player, 1107 posts
 Talon 7
 ID: Rian Cloudrider
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 21:38
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Devon flinches and almost pulls his commlink from his ear as he listens to the first message, then frowns in puzzlement.

"Not yet.  Who sent these messages?  An' can the file safety protocols be overridden?"
M4 Messenger Droid
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 21:47
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
The droid pauses for a few seconds and then its lights flash red briefly.

'Sender name is withheld, with reason given: probably not necessary.  File safety protocols can be overridden but only prior to being uploaded for delivery.  Previous message has now been deleted.'
Devon Kismet
 player, 1108 posts
 Talon 7
 ID: Rian Cloudrider
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 22:40
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Devon frowned again.
"Nuts.  Do not play second message yet."

He regarded the droid for a few moments.
"What are the file safety protocols for the second file?"
M4 Messenger Droid
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 22:42
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
There is a very brief pause.

'Reference to 'nuts' not understood.  No data security exists on the second file.'
Devon Kismet
 player, 1109 posts
 Talon 7
 ID: Rian Cloudrider
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 22:50
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Devon nodded, and chewed at his lip for a moment.  Then he produced a datapad.
"OK, do you have any queued instructions you are to carry out after delivering the second message?
If so, what are they?  If not, download a copy of the second message into this datapad, along with all associated information and file properties.  Then play the message via my commlink."

This message was last edited by the player at 22:51, Thu 23 Nov 2017.

M4 Messenger Droid
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 23:14
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
‘Apologies, the details of my schedule are not an included feature of this messenger service.  Your access to that information has not been authorised by my owner.  File copied; playing now.’


There is a ping.

‘Message addendum follows.’
Heigren
 player, 549 posts
 Zeltron Male
 Talon 4
Thu 23 Nov 2017
at 23:25
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Heigren moved around the party, ensuring everyone had a drink and something to eat, made a little small talk and then honed in on Lin when he spied her alone in a corner.  Putting on his best 'panties-melting' grin he wandered over and took a seat next to her, close next to her and leaned in close.  The way his head buried itself into her neck left little to the imagination.  The only mystery was how Lin would respond.
Fiarr Melan'nel
 player, 437 posts
 Bothan Female
 Talon 6
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 01:01
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Seeing Heigren was already 'attending' to the Pantoran, Fiarr wanders over and strikes up a conversation with Arcas.

"Hi. I'm Fiarr.  Having fun yet?  Make sure you do because if you hang around it's rarely like this.  Devon, oh that's Seven's name by the way, wasn't kidding when he said it's hard and pays bad.  I've been with the group for months, have been shot at numerous times and haven't received a single credit!  Price of being a Rebel I guess!"
Mika Trake
 player, 881 posts
 Talon 10
 Shore leave Kimy Stell
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 04:46
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Mika puts her buzzbot back together, at least enough for it to follow her as Devon was ready for a meeting.  Following along, she sees the party atmosphere and gives Devon a smirk.  "Meeting, huh."

She listens to Devon acknowledging their efforts and gives a nod.  She maybe hadn't carried as much of the load as others, but she'd worked hard to get them through the jungle and into the camp and the rest, she'd made a contribution.  She takes the drink that Devon hands her, a trifle sweet, but not bad, though no carbonation.  Well, once she made some room in the glass, a little fizz water could fix that.  She takes a few of the savory tidbits Helgrien had supplied, and one or two of the sweet ones.

She moves over to one of the chairs.  A few more bites, a few pulls on the juice and then she pulled buzzbot a bit closer to finish connecting the components properly.  Devon had ordered they have fun, what could be more fun then doing some work when lives didn't hang in the balance and when she wasn't in danger of having a ship shot out from under her.
Dohr Veen
 player, 494 posts
 Kel-Dor Male
 Talon 8
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 11:37
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Dohr was glad to hand over Mark to the medical staff on the frigate. He was exhausted and didn’t really trust his own abilities to carry on taking care of the Admiral before getting some real shuteye. He hadn’t been able to rest much since they entered the prison compound, so he was happy to let go of his responsibilities for a moment. During the handover, the Doc gave a full report on what had happened to Mark and what he had done with the help of Private Trycson as there were no records to pass on.

On the other hand, handing over a patient hadn’t felt quite so bad for a long time. Although Dohr had never had a chance to get to know Mark personally, he still considered the human a teammate and his boss. He would’ve liked to see to Mark’s well-being until the Admiral was back on his feet again. But his offer to help was turned down bluntly. It made Dohr feel angry for a heartbeat, but he could totally understand the situation from the point of view of the doctor in charge. He probably wouldn’t have wanted outsiders mixing in with his own staff had he had any. Despite of being denied access to Mark’s room, Dohr requested a short update on his progress on a daily basis just to keep the Doc and the team posted on his recovery.

The Talons were confined to their quarters and for at least a couple of good reasons. The first one doubtlessly applied to all of the people who made it back from the jungle world; quarantine. There was no telling what bugs, viruses or disease they might have picked up during their time down on the surface. It definitely applied even more on the prisoners who’d been there for a far longer time, but also to the Talons. Although the frigate’s medbay had equipment to deal with any kind of a infection or contamination, they didn’t have the means to handle such a large group at the same time. So quarantine it was.

The other reason Dohr only suspected. As far as they knew, there had been a traitor amongst their little group. And while Dyre had only taken one life, he might have caused a lot more damage had he not been caught. Kota’s people had to be sure there weren’t others. So Dohr was quite certain they were being watched and eavesdropped while locked away from the rest. It would be most boring to watch him…

The days passed quicker than Dohr would’ve imagined. It felt good to be able to rest and relax without a constant need of being ready for anything. And he didn't exactly miss the heat and humidity of the jungle either. Most of his hours were spent in socialising with the team, reading, drinking caf and practising his swordplay. Since they’d been given their weapons back, Dohr had decided he didn’t need to hide his most priced possession anymore from those who weren’t aware of it yet. Hidden within his ornamented cane was a magnificently made rapier with a beautiful hand guard that sprang open when the blade was drawn. The blade was long and thin and incredibly sharp and those taking a closer look could see the connectors of its ultrasonic vibration generator at its base.

While training, Dohr kept the vibration switched off, although it would’ve been hard to notice as the rapier’s mechanism was completely silent. Those watching could see the Doc was no stranger with the blade. To anyone who knew anything about sword fighting, it would’ve been clear that his style differed quite a bit from anyone using heavier vibroblades. His limp seemed to disappear as he moved with a grace and agility that could only come from years and years of training. And anyone who had ever seen a Jedi master fight, might have recognised some moves of the Makashi form or style of lightsaber combat in Dohr’s practice.

At some point, Dohr sat down for a long while with Aderek to discuss about prosthetics. He would be glad to get some hands-on (pun intended) help from a professional, although the Key Dorian suspected the medical team onboard the frigate might provide Mark with a new leg instead. ”Oh and do call me Dohr or the Doc like the others often do.”

During the “party”, Dohr took his time to talk with everyone if they were interested in having a conversation with him. He enjoyed the refreshments Heigren had once again arranged. Not quite like the “party of the century”, but very good nevertheless. He didn’t drink much, but then again, he rarely did. Of all the people present, the Doc was most keen on getting acquainted with the newcomers Arcas, Aderek and Lin. He shared his own story quite freely, but tried to keep it as short as possible. His 37 years had not exactly been uneventful…

This message was last edited by the player at 11:43, Fri 24 Nov 2017.

Lin Daochi
 player, 33 posts
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 14:00
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Lin did not seem to mind the advances by the Zeltron and instead of slapping the purple skinned humanoid silly, she craned her neck slightly. For a moment they stood like that, her fingers running along the Zeltron's neck before they parted. "Heigren, you are such an unruly and ruthless beast", she said audibly, though she did not really look sorry about him being one. "But this is a public place and I would not have my virtues questioned by people due to such advances, not even from you." But what she said was said in a sweet and friendly tone, not in an angry manner, her cheeks slightly purple.

Lin mingled, introducing herself properly to the others. She seemed very much a nice and friendly person, though she was not sharing very much about herself with people. It might have been because of her profession as a slicer and intelligence operative of sorts - she probably had more than one identity at her disposal. But despite of being what could have been called a private person, she was genuinely fun. One could have easily imagined her in the center of some huge feast and flourishing in the limelight.

She spent some time with Dohr, listening to the Kel-Dor's past. She talked with Aderek, traded a few words with Arcas, got to know Kira a bit and spoke about flying with Kyvarr (without grinding her face in to the loss to both Lin and Devon at the simulator). The longest discussions she had, however, with Mika and Fiarr. With Mika she raised a question about building a transportable computer mainframe once she could procure the required resources for building one - she was in practice asking for her help, conditional to her acceptance in to the Talons. With Fiarr she found perhaps most common ground of the Talons, and much to the surprise of most, she actually conducted the discussion in fluent Bothanese rather than Basic.

This message was last edited by the player at 15:40, Fri 24 Nov 2017.

Devon Kismet
 player, 1110 posts
 Talon 7
 ID: Rian Cloudrider
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 19:58
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Devons face cycled through multiple expressions as he listened to the second message, passing through surprise, amusement and concern along the way and finishing on amusement.  The message ended.
"Wait for me in the corridor."  he ordered the droid.

"I gotta go." Devon told the steward lady, then slipped out from behind the bar.
As he headed for the door Devon raided the food and drink as he passed, grabbing a large pastry and a bottle of some beer he didnt recognize, but it looked good quality (not that Heigren would allow anything else.)

Tucking the un-opened beer bottle into a pocket, Devon nudged Fiarr as he passed her.
"I gotta go see someone - Comm me if things get outta hand, OK?"

Out in the corridor, Devon prodded the droid with a faintly accusing finger.
"OK, you have instructions to guide me to the message sender, yes?  Lead the way."
Devon set off down the corridor after the droid.
Fiarr Melan'nel
 player, 438 posts
 Bothan Female
 Talon 6
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 21:28
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Fiarr seemed more bemused than impressed by Lin's command of Bothese.  Seemed to be flavour of the month with the new guys.  Seeing Devon get his message Fiarr watched with interest.  When he left she turned to Arcas.

  [Language unknown:  "Haslarove lat niulie ta Ateratand?  Usess ma mohapaicou ss."]]

"Look I hate to be rude, but I have to do something, sorry talk soon.

Fiarr excused herself, and made for the door, speaking quietly into her comm and tapping on a datapad.
Aderek Blaque
 Player, 9 posts
Fri 24 Nov 2017
at 22:42
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Aderek was happy to discuss prosthetic with the Doc.  It is a topic that he finds easy to delve into, and one he has a multitude of opinions on.  He would be happy to talk about aspects of it in general, or even more specific topics ranging from options for Mark's leg, Aderek's own arm, or even could delve into more controversial questions such as if a leg replacement could or should be able to repair a limp.  It is obvious that his skills allow him to discuss it both from the medical side, the patient's side, as well as from the standpoint of the technology itself and its own maintenance, choices and ramifications.

When Lin approaches Aderek she finds him happy to chat with her.  He is certainly an older human, she suspects he isn't in his physical prime, although with his new arm, he looks far more complete and 'normal'.  She perhaps found him tinkering, tracing some of the circuitry within the arm, as he seems to be surveying all of the details of its makeup.

Aderek thanks her for her part in the rescue, having heard from others that she had played a significant role in it.  He manages to sneak in a complement or two regarding her appearance, which he can't help but notice, but they seem more like friendly complements than passes at her.  She finds him friendly and likewise relatively easy to manipulate and channel the discussion to where she wants it to go, meaning that he likely comes out knowing little more than her name and a variety of rather vague statements about her.  She on the other hand knows he grew up a Belter and medic, until some sort of significant catastrophe occurred when he was a young adult.  Since then, he's found his life following a path of one event leading to another, helping to channel his life.  Leaving him without an arm and with quite a bit of knowledge on how to put people, ships and life support systems back together, to try to keep people alive. 

Aderek's attempt to chat with Mika found her really too focused on her droid, and lacking the tools to particularly help her at the moment, he excused himself politely and left her be in her work she was focused on.

Aderek was happy to talk to Devon.  He knew only of him as being the group's leader.  He considered Devon responsible for not only his 'rescue' but being given the opportunity to assist in the process.  He knew that it had likely been due to his having been willing to help their friend Mark, but he didn't feel like a hero for that.  He wished he had known about Mark and his injury before it had gotten so badly infected.  The fact that he had lost the leg was unfortunate.  He knew however that some were surprised, given how bad Mark's wound had gotten, that he had survived, and some attributed it to Aderek at least a bit, but Aderek lays the bulk of it on Mark's own will to live.  That has always been one of Aderek's claims was one's biggest factor, or so he claimed, in people's recovery from serious injuries.


Aderek takes the time, having heard that Heigren is responsible for much of the Logistics of the party, he thanks him for putting it on.  It likely is notable that parties aren't exactly Aderek's most comfortable element, but he still takes time to enjoy the refreshments and the excuse to converse with a few strangers he might not otherwise meet.

Aderek might remain a little distant from Arcas, not choosing to specifically approach him himself. This isn't to say that he would actively avoid him, if approached or present when he finds himself needing to talk to someone else, but he might still recognize him as having been wearing an imperial uniform for some time.

[If, I missed anyone saying they talked to me, I apologize and would happily add my response if you point it out, as he wouldn't intentionally ignore someone.]
M4 Messenger Droid
Sat 25 Nov 2017
at 02:58
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
The droid dipped slightly.  The lights along its body turned yellow and began blinking, reminiscent of a warning light, and then it turned to zoom off through the corridors at the equivalent of a brisk walking pace - slow enough for Devon to keep up but not to get distracted or dawdle along the way.  Whether that was part of its programming or simply coincidental was hard to say.
Arcas Endeel
 player, 46 posts
 Human Male
 Aristocratic Officer
Sat 25 Nov 2017
at 17:52
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Arcas was impressed of the thought and design that had went into the social event, overcoming the modest accessories and supplies. Being in the Imperial command hierarchy had brought him to a few gatherings, but his opinions had never given a good impression on his colleagues. But soon the memories from before he joined the Empire bubbled in and Arcas found himself having small talk, meeting new people, learning names and partaking in the relaxed atmosphere.

Lin Daochi:
Lin, though she was more than hateful towards the Imperials in general, decided to give Arcas the benefit of a doubt. ”If you need help, I may have some contacts that could help your family if needed. For now, I am offering my services to them rather than you, but that may change if you prove yourself more trustworthy. I may even build you a completely new identity that will pass checks by anyone but the most inquisitive ISB agents.”


Arcas gave a polite bow to the blue woman. "I appreciate your assistance, my lady, as I believe does house Endeel. Rest assured, despite my previous affiliations, I endeavor towards respectable and empathetic conduct." Spotting Heigeren and his intentions, Arcas gave a bemused chuckle. "I believe the master of ceremonies would like for your attention. I shan't take more of your time."

Devon Kismet:
The steward took this as her cue and the music came back on.  Devon joined her behind the bar and set to work, chatting and joking with people as he made them drinks.
He made a point to introduce himself by name to Arcas, Aderek and Lin as he served them.


Arcas felt a slight relief as he could finally place a name on the man who was in command... Or at least seemed to. "Now that the situation is no longer extraneous, I must express my gratitude. I realize what a leap of faith it was to put your trust in a man wearing your enemy's uniform. This is quite awkward, but when you have the time, I would like to ask for a further favour."

Fiarr Melan'nel:
Fiarr wanders over and strikes up a conversation with Arcas.

"Hi. I'm Fiarr.  Having fun yet?  Make sure you do because if you hang around it's rarely like this.  Devon, oh that's Seven's name by the way, wasn't kidding when he said it's hard and pays bad.  I've been with the group for months, have been shot at numerous times and haven't received a single credit!  Price of being a Rebel I guess!"


Arcas took a sip of his drink while the Bothan was speaking. Her relaxed veneer, the cheery way she joked about her pay told a different story than the same Bothan who casually stated that she could torture whatever information she needed out from him. Arcas was reminded of the Imperial navy officers on promotion ceremonies: All smiles and handshakes, but ready to toss anyone in their way to the sharks. The thought that in the Fiarr's case those people were probably deserving did not prove exactly comforting.
"It's still more than the Empire's salary of distrust and accusation of treason", Arcas stated politely. "But I suppose this is a vocation more than just a day's job. I can respect people who are willing to effect change, regardless of its cost", he stated, offering to clink his glass with the Bothan.

Fiarr Melan'nel:
Fiarr wanders over and strikes up a conversation with Arcas.

[Language unknown:   "Ineintere ce llevseth th Prec'usri?  Oer m korall-hasithint thsa."]]

"Look I hate to be rude, but I have to do something, sorry talk soon.


[Language unknown:  "N ameyinwas."] Arcas nodded, raising his glass.

Dohr Veen was an interesting acquaintance and Arcas inquired whether his medical expertise was self-taught or whether he received some sort of education. The subject of education was close to his heart and Arcas gladly shared his experience of being taught on myriad of subjects by his many relatives, most possessing doctorate on their relevant fields.

Regarding Aderek, Arcas did notice his reluctance to introduce himself. The ex-imperial respected his decision, choosing to greet him with a respectful nod. He recognized the man's prosthetics and the prison's responsibility in their existence, feeling sorry about the situation in general.

While choosing the next delicacy to enjoy, Arcas listened to the flow of the conversations. He enjoyed the feeling of genuine relaxation, the absence of the feeling of walking on knives that came with interacting a large portion of Imperial command staff. Especially since Fiarr was absent. But every now and then, to his annoyance, a thought lingered to his mind like the stench from an old flight helmet filter: These people are unlawful dissidents and pirates. He shook his head slightly. So what. I'm a treasonous defector.

To keep his mind occupied with other matters, Arcas decided to entertain anyone listening with interesting anecdotes he had learned from his aunt Elanas who had studied the history of galactic frontiers. Assuming if anyone is interested.
Mika Trake
 player, 882 posts
 Talon 10
 Shore leave Kimy Stell
Sat 25 Nov 2017
at 18:44
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Mika would take a few minutes to greet anyone who came by, but her attention was mostly focused on the droid.  That is until Lin comes by to talk about a mobile mainframe.  "That's an interesting challenge.  What sort of capabilities you looking for?"

Mika had built a data pad or two in het time, but this would be another level of magnitude.  But really, it was still just a processor array, storage and power supply.  Well, the interconnects, and the input and output options too.  And a housing and the whole thing small and light enough to be portable.

"It'll take some high end components.  Not that they're all that uncommon, but you need it light and small, and ruggedized.". Mika's brow furrows as she things through the options and the steps.  "we'll need to go on a buying trip, were likely not going to be able to scrounge much."

This message was lightly edited by the GM at 21:21, Sat 25 Nov 2017.

Lin Daochi
 player, 34 posts
Sun 26 Nov 2017
at 09:07
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Mika Trake:
"That's an interesting challenge.  What sort of capabilities you looking for?"

"It'll take some high end components.  Not that they're all that uncommon, but you need it light and small, and ruggedized.". Mika's brow furrows as she things through the options and the steps.  "we'll need to go on a buying trip, were likely not going to be able to scrounge much."


"My idea is to build a mainframe that can be moved between ships and built to utilize their comms. I was also thinking about building in a vocal processor as well as an heuristic algorithm, so it could both communicate and learn. Of course, this brings it closer to being a stationary droid than anything else", she replied. "But, in this line of work, we're going to need all the calculating power we can get in order to decrypt codes and hack in to heavily protected networks. It should not be too difficult to build an interface to it, so it could utilize the terminals of the ship it has been attached to at the time. Let's sit down at some point to figure this out a bit more thoroughly, shall we?"

Passing by Arcas, Lin stopped briefly. "When the party is over, let's talk about your family and what we can do for them to keep them from the hands of the Imperials", she said quietly. "I already have a couple of ideas." Then she was again on her way.

Her next stop was by Kyvarr again, whom she approached with a friendly smile."I was wondering, if I start working with you lot, I might need some training in unarmed combat. I was thinking about K'tara, more precisely. Could you help me with that?" Of course, should the Cathar have something she needed in return, she'd do her best to accomodate her.
Dohr Veen
 player, 495 posts
 Kel-Dor Male
 Talon 8
Mon 27 Nov 2017
at 07:35
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Arcas Endeel:
Dohr Veen was an interesting acquaintance and Arcas inquired whether his medical expertise was self-taught or whether he received some sort of education. The subject of education was close to his heart and Arcas gladly shared his experience of being taught on myriad of subjects by his many relatives, most possessing doctorate on their relevant fields.


The doctor smiled behind the mask that was his breathing apparatus. Most of the Talons were already accustomed to his facial expressions or the lack of any obvious ones and they had probably learned to tell apart Dohr's smile from his frown. The Kel Dorian couldn't say whether Arcas Endeel was familiar with his kind or not, although he was fairly sure there were none of his species working for the Empire... directly. The situation on Dorin was a different matter of course. The provisional government put in place by the imperials had been in control for a couple of decades now. Some of its Kel Dorian members seemed to have questionable motives at best.

"I have indeed studied in the University of Medicine on Dorin as well as in the Dorinian Armed Forces. The imperial invasion throughout the Galaxy altered the plans of many of my fellow Kel Dorians as it did mine. I was called into military service before I had the chance to finish my studies, but fortunately our World did not seem to be very interesting from the Emperor's point of view and we had a couple of years to prepare ourselves. So, in addition to my military training, I was able to deepen and complete my studies as well."

The Doc sipped his caf, deep in thought.

"But the preparations were not sufficient... I do not think anything would have been. Dorin, much like any other World in the Galaxy was totally powerless to stop or even hold back the imperial forces. And that was probably for the best. No matter how hard we would have fought, the Empire would have conquered us anyway. After a short-lived battle our government surrendered and only a few lives were lost..."

Dohr voice turns colder and more bitter for the last sentence:
"Lord Vader was very efficient...
Arcas Endeel
 player, 47 posts
 Human Male
 Aristocratic Officer
Mon 27 Nov 2017
at 11:41
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Arcas listened empathically to Dohr's tale. "I'm sorry for the hardships of your people. It pains me to think of the resources that the Empire could have been put to use better use. All those Star Destroyers could have been colony ships. All those prefabricated garrisons could have been new homes. All the technicians, sensor operators, gunners and officers could have been farmers, teachers, miners, creators of culture. For once the Empire could have invested those credits into struggling colonies, poverty-stricken planets, mobile medical fleets and improving overall galactic infrastructure, without the political gridlock of the Galactic Republic. They could have spread the living standards of the Core worlds to hundreds, if not thousands of new planets. They could have unified the galaxy in a way that the Republic could have never accomplished." One could see the fires of idealism burn in Arcas' eyes as he lamented on the Empire's decisions. It was clear that he had been thinking about these matters for a while.

"Uncle Er'han hoped that Chancellor Palpatine would have understood the Separatists after the clone wars ended. They were just worried about income inequality between the constituents in the Republic. Instead of a massive clone army, just a few changes in legislation and economic policy would have sufficed. Palpatine could have done those, if he just had listened to the political analysts and experts." Arcas sighed and looked at his cup. "I'm talking politics again; A sign I've had enough drink for the evening. Thank you for your company. I hope that one day you can return to your homeworld and practice medicine in peace again." He nodded to Dohr and thanked Heigeren for the event before heading off to find Lin.
Aderek Blaque
 Player, 10 posts
Mon 27 Nov 2017
at 16:34
Re: Act  7.3: Epilogue
Aderek notices the commander's exit with a little interest, but continues to mingle lightly with the others at the party.