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May 15, 2016 18:42:10 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 15, 2016 18:42:10 GMT
In the outskirts of the city, over a big and surprisingly not well populated starport a C-3 Passenger Liner in a black and golden livery prepared to land. It had an escort unit composed of 6 Y-Wings matching liveries with the big ship, which minutes before landing docked inside to join another unit of 6 fighters. Both units would later come out for a little manteinance, weaponry and fuel resupply and maybe, just maybe, give all attendants a little show. Inside, Staff Centurion Julio Weston prepared himself. That day, a full-scale airshow was being held at that starport and he was one of the hosts, having paid all publicity and food supply costs. Good thing was that he had invited all of the AMC to come in with their personal Fleet or at least some ships, have a little fun on Squadron flights, check out all other ships and maybe eat a little at the terminal's buffet.
After loading his personal pistols and hiding them, he straightened his tie, put on the suit jacket and moments after he came out of the bathroom, a vibration was felt. They had officially landed. His partner Brunyr Nyholm and his secretary Katsune reunited with him in the lobby, and walked behind towards the exit, where three troopers in black trenchcoats and swooping helmets were standing still, with blued EE-3s In hand. While his ship was closed for the public, with AMC as an exception, it was possible somebody, somehow could infiltrate the Mobura off somewhere. So the Westonian Self Defense Corps were taken for the mission of watching over the ship in his absence, but as all three friends were armed enough to blow up a fighter, they only had to watch over the ship. Walking down the stairs, Julio found himself in an indoor terminal. Behind, the blue Squib in a palm print shirt and Katsune in a not-so-casual attire followed, looking around.
Kat: Man! I never knew Sarnet Igt. had this much luxury. And space.
Julio: This spot would normally be occupied by an L-500 luxurious enough to pay 500,000 a spot. People has some ways to take off stress...
Brunyr: And shitloads of money.
Kat: Come think of it. I travel on an equally luxurious ship while getting paid two spots on an L-500 a year and being twice as safe.
Brunyr: So do i. Man aren't we a lucky trio?
Julio: I say yeah...
Kat: So will i. What are you visiting first?
Julio: Maybe somewhere with a nice view... And see if we get to spot one of our friends descending over there... The tower, maybe?
Brunyr: Sounds like a plan. Can we buy a bottle of...
Julio: For the last effing time, i'm not supporting your booze habit! Geez.
All three started to walk towards an elevator.
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on May 15, 2016 23:22:50 GMT
Ground crews move quickly to prepare the landing pad as a large cruiser begins its descent. It is the Arquitens Light Cruiser “Kashyyyk’s God-Emperor” which is one of the many ships of the line in AMC’s mighty and battle hardened 3rd Fleet. It begins its descent flanked by two Tri-Mark VII Gunships, “Katarn’s Bane” and “Phalanx.” The Arquitens and Tri-Marks made up the bulk of the firepower in the Bacca Consortiums Fleets before the Alliance was formed where now they have taken on more of a support role to larger and more powerful Strike-Class Cruisers and Dreadnaught-Class Heavy Cruisers which fill AMC’s Fleets. The Arquitens are still the most numerous ships of the line, however, and they pack a considerable punch given their weapons package so they still garner considerable prestige when they enter a System or Planetary orbit. This one in particular is well known for its role in coming to the aid of a convoy of freighters transporting Quantum through pirate controlled shipping lanes on their way to Leafar. The Tri-Mark VII Gunships are equally renowned among their class of warships as a formidable weapons platform and also a valuable ground combat support ship as they have the ability to carry two full squads to hot-spots on the battlefield. Their shields and heavy hull allow it to get in and out of unsecured landing areas without risk of harm to its crew or Legionnaires on board. As the three ships settle down on the landing pad the toll of their rugged careers is readily evident in the scars to their exteriors. Blast marks and laser scorches adorn the ships in various patterns which catches the eyes of the ground crews and other pilots and crews who are disembarking from their own ships. From the ramp of “Kashyyyk’s God-Emperor” emerges Captain Skye Lomax, a burly Wookiee in full Heavy Battle Armor surrounded by his bridge crew and a few members of his ground forces who even though they are in an AMC Base look as if they are securing the perimeter. So much so that a few of the ground crew checking in the ship actually back away out of concern. Captain Lomax bellows out to them, “Don’t mind them boys! Old habits die hard you know!” His grin as he says this restores the confidence of the base’s ground crews and they go about their tasks laughing to themselves about their momentary lapse in concentration. “Open up the ships and show off our war wounds!” Lomax says to his crew and those of the Tri-Marks, who are clearly under his command as well. “Get cleaned up, grab a bite to eat and lets meet back here and check out some of these beauties! I’ve got my eye on that C-3 over there with the matching T-Wings. That guy knows how to apply a paint job!” “Yes sir!” the crews say essentially in unison and they all head off excited by the time off and by the prospect of seeing some really interesting and highly upgraded ships and vehicles.
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May 16, 2016 3:30:01 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 16, 2016 3:30:01 GMT
Glass surrounded Julio, Brunyr and Katsune now. They were in an observation tower, near the mall. Having spotted the huge fleet, Kat had pulled out a pair of microbinoculars, but Brunyr quickly got them off her hands, much to her dismay.
Julio: Hmmmmmm. I swear i have seen those ships before In one of the AMC databases we added to our encyclopedia. Maybe Max or one of his friends are close. You can tell by their manner of securing the landing pad. AMC standard procedure.
Brunyr: *holding macrobinoculars* Whew! Just look at their paintjob... They sure have a great artist among them.
Julio: *gives annoyed look*
Kat: In their own way, he means... Come on, don't get mad this early. It's just 7:32 AM!
Julio: Anyways, why don't we go take a look? Kat, see if there's any map you got. We gotta make it there mostly through indoors. We won't last long on this kind of clothing outside.
Kat: Or we could buy some cold gear nearby. We are near the mall, remember?
Brunyr: A good idea. Also, Jules...
Julio: Say you want ale one more time and i'm blowing your brains right here and now.
Brunyr: Easy, bro. I got ya already. I wanted to ask how could ya tell they were securing the area.
Julio: These eyes see it all, these eyes know it all. Do you think guns clip people by themselves?
Kat: Would it kill you to stop killing? Huh, nice pun...
Julio: Nice indeed. But, it would kill me to skip a relaxing cup of coffee... Even more at this time of day, and with such a cold outside.
All three entered a winter gear ship and bought a jacket each, with Julio buying a longcoat and a matching hat instead.
Julio: I'll survive. If i have to in order to stay classy...
Near one of the doors, they bought hot beverages and then walked out, heading for the place where an Arquitens and some Tri-Marks were refueling. It was when they approached them that Julio knew who he was dealing with. He had never met Captain Skye Lomax in person, let alone his crew. But after entering AMC he had made sure to browse every database available to him, and add whatever he discovered to his own. However one of the crewmen, seemingly very sightful, caught a glance at Brunyr's DH17 and inmediately aimed at him and Katsune with a DLT20.
Trooper A: Halt! Identify yourself, in the name of the Alliance of Mercenary Consortiums!
While she was normally an extremely calm person, if there was a thing that Katsune disliked strongly was being aimed at. Inmediately she pulled an ELG-3A and aimed back, trying to talk but ready to fire.
Trooper B: Whoa, some gun you got there.
Kat: Put that down inmediately, soldier! We come with Julio Weston of the AMC right here. Right? Julio? Where did he...?
Brunyr: Calm down, you two! Geez, we're all friends here! *tries to put hand on somebody's shoulder*
Ground crewman: Get your hands off me, you creep!
Julio had ignored the incident completely and kept walking towards Skye.
Julio: Skye Lomax, right? Julio Weston, Staff Centurion. Heard a lot about the unit. But the paint itself confirms everything. The rumours are true. All of them...
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Post by Nimm Proga on May 16, 2016 21:53:41 GMT
The vacuum of space is interrupted by the sudden blast of a ship exiting hyperspace, and the Discril-class Attack Cruiser "Gadaí" appears in orbit over the busy planet. Crew scurry about as preparations to land are made and the Commanding Officer on deck, NaVena Torkuu, belts out commands to the men. "We've got a deadline to meet, people! The Prime Executor is expecting us to be waiting and docked planetside by the time he gets here, so move your asses!"
The owner of the vessel, Nimm Proga of the Alliance of Mercenary Consortiums, had entrusted command of the ship to his personal aide while he dealt with other matters in other places. He would be meeting with the ship and its crew on the planet's surface at the beginning of the coming airshow.
Soon enough, the Gadaí had touched down, and preparations were being made; the ship's distinctive red and white was being touched up, reserves were being refilled, and the weapons were being primed for show firing. NaVena oversaw the operation while battle droids marched out from the ship in single-file to form a perimeter around the Attack Cruiser. The droids were painted black, and shone in the afternoon sun with cold and expressionless stares directed into the gathering crowd. Suddenly, there was an ear-splitting shriek and the sky roared, a blinding gold flash blazing down from the heavens.
Nimm Proga roared with laughter at the startled faces that streaked below past his viewport, and pulled his Y-wing Longprobe, the "Goldeneye" around for a second pass before taking her in for a landing. He proudly set the ship down in the neighboring berth to the Gadaí, and, hopping out of the cockpit, whirled his white-and-gold cloak around in a flourish to expose gleaming, pearl-white Corellian Power armor. The Duros flipped up his hood, and strode down the steps of the fighter docking pad with his hand resting on the blaster he wore, a golden ELG-3A that matched nicely the shining ship on the pad above. Dramatic entrance, check.
"NaVeva, I trust that preparations have been made for the show? We were invited here by my dear friend Mr. Weston, and you know that I would hate to disappoint him." The Twi'lek's voice answered quickly over the comlink Nimm had taken from his belt. "Of course, Prime Executor. We did not expect you to arrive so soon. The Gadaí will be ready for a demonstration very shortly. We're priming her weapons now." The Duros smiled. "Thank you, Ms. Torkuu, a fine job, as always." He placed the device back upon his belt before casting a look around the starport. Julio's ship was already here, of course. He never was one to be late.... Nimm thought to himself. The blue-skinned sentient set a brisk pace, headed for the pristine C-3 several ports over.
Before the Duros reached his destination, however, as Nimm catches a glimpse of his friend walking quickly and confidently right up through the few guards and to an imposing Wookiee in dark armor. The Prime Executor takes advantage of the guards' distraction, courtesy of two people he did not yet know, and made after Julio, stopping a few feet behind him as he spoke to the massive armor-clad sentient. When he had spoken, Nimm offered his own greetings to the two of them. "Julio! Sorry I'm late! This is quite a show being put on here!" He nods in acknowledgement to the Wookiee. "Captain Lomax, how goes the campaign? Well, last I heard?"
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May 17, 2016 2:05:29 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 17, 2016 2:05:29 GMT
Julio: "Are my eyes lying to me? It wouldn't be the first time! I'm so glad to see ya, you bastard! Say, we finally got to meet in person. And what an honour it is to see you walk around with one of my works. Let alone, that beaut over there.
Julio gave Nimm a pat in the back, pointing at the Goldeneye with his free hand. Further back everyone lowered his weapons. Nimm's presence alone confirmed all of Katsune's words. Brunyr walked towards Nimm and saluted.
Brunyr: Sir.
Julio: Be polite. I'm looking forward to stuff you inside a torpedo launcher. You know i can.
Brunyr: Whatever. You gotta be Nimm. Another one of Julio's friends. Say, how come y'all are way cooler than Mr. Grey Suit over here? Like, one even bought me three rounds of Corellian Ale.
Julio: I'm setting fire to your stash of Ryll tonight. Anyways, Nimm. The expo is such a big place! We can walk a little and have tours around nice ships...
As Julio said this, a chromed J-Type 327 starship crossed the sky and landed near a BFF-1 in a danger stripe livery.
Julio: ...just like that! Woo, that thing looks nasty! Just imagine what it would look like in delicious, shiny Aurodium... Back on topic, wanna come? Bring your people, we're just three here.
Kat: We could also ask Mr. Lomax right here too! He seems to be looking at some ship right there at the terminal. Oh, sorry! Mr. Prime Executor.
Julio: You might remember Brunyr. You might not. But here we got Katsune. She's my new secretary and i think nobody here knows her. Yet.
Julio took a sip off his paper cup and turned his head back at the finely crafted Nubian starship while Kat tried to recover her microbinoculars.
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on May 17, 2016 2:52:07 GMT
Skye Lomax extends his hand as Julio Weston introduces himself. He is surprised and quite impressed by the strength of Julio's grip. Being a Wookiee he often felt the need to lighten his touch when shaking hands with other races from his shear size, however, in this case he actually found it hard to match the forcefulness of the embrace. This made him grin. "I'm gonna like this guy" he thought to himself.
"Yes, Staff Centurion Weston, it is nice to meet you and thank you for putting this all together. It will be nice for the men to show off their toys and blow off some steam!" he says.
He continues, "I know you are relatively new to AMC but you are no stranger to the Galaxy. I spent the trip heading here reviewing your files once I heard you were putting on this show. The ISS is quite good at data collection and intel you know. You have quite the impressive reputation yourself and I see you going a long way here in AMC. You are an asset and I shall follow your ascension through the ranks with great anticipation."
Noticing Nimm Proga, the Prime Executor, gliding up behind Julio, Skye flashes a grin alerting Julio of his presence.
"Julio! Sorry I'm late! This is quite a show being put on here!" says Nimm. Nodding in acknowledgement to the Wookiee, he says "Captain Lomax, how goes the campaign? Well, last I heard?"
Skye replies, "That's quite an entrance, Prime Exceutor. I expected nothing less."
"I mean, you have got to admit" he says while tapping Julio in the chest with the back of his hand and then gesturing at Nimm's beautifully polished white Powersuit and impeccably cleaned and brilliantly adorned golden ELG which hung handsomely from its holster at his side, "this Duros has style!"
Grinning but regaining his composure, he continues, "To answer your question, Prime Executor, the Campaign was a success though we did lose three Legionnaires in an ambush on a scouting mission. They were avenged and my Legionnaires and I will drink to their honor tonight."
"Hail the Victorious Dead!" he bellows towards the sky. This same refrain is echoed with a thunderous reply from any of his crew that is within earshot of him.
"Would you and your crews like to join us?" he asks to Nimm and Julio.
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May 17, 2016 3:11:13 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 17, 2016 3:11:13 GMT
Julio suddenly grabbed his hand. The handshake Lomax gave him was starting to hurt, and he had spent most of his energy trying to match his grip and impress him. So much that he had a feeling he was going to eat double that day, or faint by 3:00 PM. Strength was for sure not his forte.
Julio: We wouldn't mind, but... Join you in what? Walking around? Drinking? Both? I will find any of these activities very pleasant, and we can drink at my place tonight. I might drink a little every now and then, but Brunyr on the other hand... Has amassed a gigantic collection of alcoholic beverages. I once found a jerrycan of pure ethanol in there. Trust me. It is no good.
Brunyr: Hey, it tastes nice! With enough bleach to get both substances off your system through vomit.
One of the crewmen suddenly approached Brunyr and gave him a card.
Brunyr: "Suicidal Help Hotline... HoloNet ID 22749" Hm, wonder what is this for.
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on May 18, 2016 0:02:21 GMT
Skye laughed and said, "Well you can count me out of that high octane stuff! Sounds terrible! But there are plenty of other libations that I will join you in! Maybe a fine ale from Kashyyyk perhaps! It is sure to put some hair on your chest and maybe on that dome of yours, Prime Executor!" he bellowed with a loud laugh! "After we fill ourselves in the commissary we can take our drinks and start touring the great many ships that are arriving." "Even now, here are some of our partners from Blackout Trading" he said pointing to a large landing pad across the way. As they watched, 3 large Correlian Star Shuttles with a brilliant blue finish and the Blackout insignia emblazoned on the side gently touched down. "What do you say?! Let's get something to eat and get started!" he said gesturing towards the walkway to the commissary level.
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May 19, 2016 1:44:53 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 19, 2016 1:44:53 GMT
Julio followed Skye through the walkway into the commissary, anxious to see if the catering was provided as told by him personally. He then threw a joke to break the ice.
Julio: Hair? I don't seem to understand, did you mix alcohol with one of those "As seen on TV" baldness cures? If so i'll pass. After all, i'm still young and my hair is no exception.
Brunyr: Sure, old man...
Julio: Shut up. You're technically old given that your lifespan was greatly reduced because of your excesses. If only you wouldn't drink that much...
Brunyr: You're trying to scare me, you ass. After all, you can do so until i see a real medic.
Julio: I am a medic! I just lost my medical license.
Kat: You indeed know how to patch yourself, but yeah, i don't think you know that kind of stuff. In a scale of 0 to 5 in experience, you're a 2.
Julio: Keep walking that way and you're fired.
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Post by Logan Shivers on May 19, 2016 22:00:15 GMT
Logan stood in the relatively luxurious if compact bridge of his brand new toy. a mat-black J-Type 322. The ship was not really much use, it had no weapons, there were much better luxury liners out there, it was too small really to use as a freighter... but it had so much elegance to it, he just had to have it!
It was so new, it had not even been logged into the AMC database yet, so he was looking forward to surprising some of his fellow members. He was sure they would expect him to bring the battered old flagship to this show, show off some war wounds, and live up to his reputation as a rough and ready thug... but he had decided to make a change! Just for now.. just for fun.
Escorting the J-Type was a half squad of blood red Vipers, three on each side of the larger ship and flying in a V formation, the J-Type forming its point. The gracefull formation overflew the starport and turned into a lazy bank, making sure it was seen by all, before coming back in and landing in the huge area covered by the star port. As the J-Type touched down, the six vipers rearranged themselves into two arrowhead formations and landed smartly either side of the larger ship.
Logan was rather pleased with the display and patted Adde Dima on the shoulder.
'Great show brother, now lets go make ourselves all pretty for the ogling masses eh?'
Leaving his second in command to go and get ready, not that he needed to do much, that lizard was always smartly presented much to Logans frustration, Logan went to his cabin and dressed in what he thought was his most suitable attire for the occasion. Black leather boots, trousers and a white linen shirt, crossed diagonaly by the thick leather shoulder harness that held his trusty Ryyk whick was scabbareded in a loose black and silver cloth that although not overly functional, looked very pretty indeed.
He avoided donning his armour, Adde having persuaded him that there was really no need, and looked at it longingly in the corner of his room, but shook his head in denial. No, not today, he could go without for just one day. But he did slip a couple of stim packs into a hidden sleeve strap, and a K-23 into a boot holster. Well, you never knew did you?!
Ok, ready to face the music, he wondered how Max in particular would react, having known him the longest... it would surely be the biggest shock for him!! And perhaps Oquan, if he decided to show his face.
The ramp of the J-Type lowered and Logan and Adde strolled down, joining the Viper pilots who had formed smart ranks and awaited orders. They of course, formed the security detachment for this little trip and so were dressed accordingly with armour and weapons at the ready. Those Vipers had plenty of room to carry a fully kitted soldier in the pilot seat, one of the reasons Logan had fallen in love with them!
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May 20, 2016 10:13:26 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 20, 2016 10:13:26 GMT
Katsune suddenly caught a glance of Logan's Fleet landing, and halted Julio and Brunyr.
Julio: Elegant Nubian ship? Check. Viper escort? Check. Black and red? Check! Man... either we're dealing with Black Sun here, or that guy right there has style...
Kat: Maybe i can go find out who he is and, if he is AMC, lead him here so he joins us. Brunyr, you come with me.
Brunyr: I'd rather not, lady. I'm hungry!
Kat: Always me against the world, huh? So it be.
Katsune walked in the opposite direction and gave one of the ground crews a small fee of 10,000 for using one of the hover baggage handlers and arrive to the landsite fast. She then took off in it and gained speed. After some minutes she arrived, while six highly armed pilots were securing the perimeter. Katsune approached with caution.
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Post by Logan Shivers on May 20, 2016 20:22:53 GMT
Standing at the bottom of the ramp Logan noticed an approaching hover cart of sorts. Funny looking welcome wagon, but hey, each to their own.
'Let the lady through boys, if she is offering a lift, I don't mind riding alongside, save my legs for later.'
One of the armed polots waved Kat through and pointed towards Logan with hand gestures signifying that she should go see him.
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May 20, 2016 21:25:38 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on May 20, 2016 21:25:38 GMT
Katsune walked towards Logan and Adde. Recognizing them, she inmediately invited both to join the party.
"Thanks, gentlemen. I knew i saw this ship before in a registrary. It's good to know this beauty of a spacecraft is safe from any danger! Anyways. The Prime Executor Proga, Captain Skye Lomax and Staff Centurion Julio Weston are about to have breakfast in the commissary. I'm sure they will find your presence pleasant, and might i say, mine too. Brunyr must have got a little too annoying by now. They are eating, after all. Would you come with me? It's not a luxury transporter but the only i could find. We'll figure something to transport your escort"
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Post by Oquan Tangin Bacca on May 21, 2016 3:09:52 GMT
Captain Oquan Tangin Bacca had been downing ales and circling the landing pads taking in all of the sights in his Oevvaor Heavy Gun Jet Catamaran when he noticed an impressive group of ships making a spectacular entrance and landing in perfect formation on one of the larger pads. Coming in closer to see who emerged he was not surprised with what he saw. Captain Logan Shivers and company always turned heads when they arrived on a scene. Usually because they were shooting the place up, of course, but even when their weapons were holstered they could make an entrance. Logan and Oquan had come up through the ranks together and had managed to make parallel promotions up to their current ranks of Captain. They had known each other a long time and had been on a great many campaigns together. I'm not sure how either one would react should one out rank the other at some point. Lets just say that they had a healthy competitive streak with one another! Oquan turned his craft and positioned himself to make a nice low fly by since he saw that the group had paused to talk near a luggage cart of sorts. He wanted to buzz past nice and close just to make the old lizard sneer. It was the closest thing he had ever seen Logan give to a smile plus it always felt good to get under that scaly skin of his! As he approached he could not believe his eyes...Logan was not wearing armor. He almost lost control of the ship he was so shocked. He half wanted to take a shot at him for the fun of it but he thought better of that idea...even after all of the ales that he drank. Instead he decided that instead of a fly by he could give them all a salute while flying slow circles overhead. He could still take his shot at him, but just not with his weapons... As he approached, the group looked up and Oquan did catch that distinctive sneer cross Logan's lips. Adde was always the professional...he looked but did not react. "Well! If it isn't one of our founding fathers!" Oquan yelled as he circled the group overhead, referencing that Logan and Adde's group of mercenaries, Pitch Black Hunting Consortium was one of the founding groups that formed AMC. "Can I tell you, Logan...you look the part! Gods you look old!" He said as he took another big swig of ale and let the bottle drop to explode into shards on the landing pad about 20 feet from the group. Making another pass he yelled, "I know you lizards shed your skin...but shed your armor?! I never thought I'd live to see the day!" he laughed so hard at his own joke that again he nearly lost control of the Oevvaor and he decided that he had better set it down before he either crashed it or they had heard enough and shot him down! Plus he wanted to see how his friends liked his remarks and in reality he was eager to see them and catch up on old times. He set the Catamaran down near the group and invited them over to see some of the modifications he had made. Whether they would walk over and what they would do when they got there after his "clever" remarks was yet to be determined...
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Post by Logan Shivers on May 21, 2016 10:03:10 GMT
Katsuna had no sooner stopped speaking when Logan noted a catamaran veering across the sky above them. It came in at them at an alarming rate, almost hitting the deck on several occasions before managing a wobbly fly past mere metres above their heads.
One of the guards was quick off the mark and raised his K-43 to take a shot but Logan waved him down. He had caught a glimpse of the pilot and a smile crossed his face.
'Adde, is that fuzzy faced Wookie drunk?' before Adde responded, a bottle dropped and smashed on the landing pad, not far from where they all stood, the drunken Wookie shouting down at them but the whine of the engines obscured his words. 'I think than is answer enough don't you Logan?' Adde finally replied, a smile in his voice if not on his face.
'That hairy little glearidden sod, how dare he!'
Katsuna loked slightly alarmed, but Adde pacified her.
'Oh, don't worry, Logan is just angry that HE is still sober, the verbal insults are just the norm for these two. Shall we leave them to it and head off to the breakfast party? I have a good idea of where those two will end up..."
The catamaran bounced a couple of times in Oquans drunken attempt to land, and then settled, the Wookie smilling drunkenly in expectation of reprocusions to his antics.
Logan thought about sending a couple of shots over but decided that might have been a bit overly aggressive. Instead he smiled and walked over.
'see you still cant handle your drink furball, and... did you call me old just now, whilst you were falling from the sky?'
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