[Game Thread] An Offer He Can't Refuse

[The Fool]

Ratapa gives a slow nod. "Of course. Although, I must say, after so many days spent on the ship with little to do, the opportunity to corral a wild animal was a pleasant distraction."

There is always a bit of disconnect when the Jawa is being wry, not only because Jawaese as a language lends itself to dry humor, but because the translator says everything in the same deadpan tone.

[Solomon777]

Lok spotted ‘the look’. The distant stare those who had been close to a situation assumed when recollections brought them too close to a memory. For most species, ‘the look’ was brought on by something deeply moving in their past. The sniper-scout assumed this to be the same. Though he didn’t say it, it didn’t need to be said, Lok more than understood.

The soldier glanced around for and scooped up a drink, offering it to Derrin. “We shall catch-up on a later date comrade. As for now, what are we about?” Lok looked around to see if anyone knew of the events to come, or the newest job for this fine ship and crew.

[rngrbob]

As the droid informs Dex of it's thoughts concerning the ship an the Jawa's thoughts, in the chipper creepy voice. Dex becomes bit worried as the droid does. He looks to his astromech, looks back at him. It beeps an whistles at him, bit frightened an concern in it's beeping. "OK, well then good luck." Dex says to the droid, looking back at the ships residents droid. Chuckling lightly.

Dex thinks to himself that the droid may have spent way to much time aboard an has never gone planet side to relax. At any planets they may have stopped at along the way. Before they came to Stewjon, to refresh the ships crew and supplies. Once he's finished the upgrading, Dex puts away the tools back on the tool bench. He then cleans up any thing else that may need to be cleaned up, like loose wiring, extra parts and etc. As his astromech B4 watches him put up the tools and clean up the droid maintenance bay.

[KevinFipps]

You and I have different definitions for the words "pleasant distraction," Torrin laughs. He pats the diminutive alien on the shoulder. All the same. This time, no extraneous carnivores. He leans forward as the comm board lights up with an incomming transmission. It took weeks to get rid of that smell.

Torrin confirms with planetary control that the Padawan's Protector has landed and will be returning shortly. Their exit vector is clear and he updates their nav charts with the latest reports available.

Shorty thanks Dex and tottles off to continue whatever tasks he attends to when not in the galley. Dex's comlink clicks. Frost to Dex. Join me on the bridge, please.

Derrin recovers from his brief reverie. We are headed to the outer rim. We have some kind of job with the New Republic forces out there. Salvage, rescue and recovery operations. Dangerous environments, hostile forces. High risk, but with the Captain, that means high rewards.

[rngrbob]

Dex welcomes Shorty as he tottles off else were. He grabs his comlink as it clicks. Yes sir, I'm on my way. As he finished putting the tools back away. Dex heads for the turbolift, taking it to the deck were the bridge is at. B4 follows him into the lift and up, chirping happily as the go up.

As Dex and his astrodroid reach the deck were the bridge is located, they get out. He hits the panel for the bridge door to open it. Dex enters it, walks up to the officer in charge while the captains on the planets surface. Yes sir, what do you need? Dex's astrodroid follows behind as usual.

[Solomon777]

Lok only nods, feeling his 'job-oriented' mindset coming into play. The soldier knew he always got serious when the job was on deck. This is it, I'm a Rebel now, he smirked at his inside joke.

[The Fool]

Ratapa clambers out of the chair, straightening himself and smoothing out his robe. "I believe the human expression is 'No rest for the weepy', or something like that. I'm off to Engineering. See you later."

He taps a few buttons on the console as he speaks, flipping through the security cameras until he finds Kreegesk before logging off.

[KevinFipps]

Torrin nods to Ratapa as he departs. Have fun. There is a slight pause as Torrin again considers what the Jawa has considered "fun" in the past. His vexxed sigh covers the sound of the bridge hatch openning. He feels the change in preassure and spins his chair to face Dex. []Ah Dex. Have a seat. I wanted to ask about your experience aboard starships. You have a proven record on the ground, but I want to know if you have seen any action in space. Either as a boarding/defense force or part of a warship crew.[/]

Torrin flips a few switches on the console as routine information comes up displaying results from system tests and security lockout proceedures.

Derrin, not sure why Lok is smirking, still smiles a bit in return. Legitemate work only, of course. The captains ties with the New Republic, and his own ideals, demand that we abide by whatever laws govern the sectors we visit. Which can be a challenge when facing lawless brigands on the fringes of the core. His smile broadens. But thats where guys like you and I earn our pay. He slugs Lok playfully on the shoulder, still enough to bruise, but the soldier seems to be used to working alongside similarly well-built types.

Down in engineering, things are going seimmingly for the resident Mon Cal. The ship is clearly the benefactor of much care and attention to detail. That does not mean that everything is perfect. A half dozen idras pop into the engineering minded Nilmah. Potential system upgrades and engine overhauls that could boost fuel efficiency. Hull treatments that could improve resistance to space debris and the friction of atmospheric reentry. Throughout all his tinkerings and analysis, Nilmah sees that the engines are capable of producing more power than the current configurations require.

[rngrbob]

Dex replies back Thank you, yes that's correct smiles. Well sir, I haven't had much he chuckles lightly. I am confident that I will be helpful in any fire fight an boarding party/defense force. Dex continues on. What do you have in mind? His astromech takes a look around the bridge as Dex is talking to the Ships X.O.

[KevinFipps]

Torrin leans back in his chair. I was actually wondering if you have any experience with crewed weapons. Specifically turrets and fire control systems. I am usually in one of our fighters during space battles with the other being open to one with pilot training. What I want to figure out is who to recemmend for weapons control either here on the bridge, or in one of the turrets. On a side note, Ratapa will serve as security chief in the event of boarding action. You would do well to learn to anticipate and understand his combat style.

Torrin seems to be studying Dex for his response. The XO clearly takes his job seriously.


Ratapa finds Kreegesk in the cargo module that has been converted to weapons storage. The Trandoshan is finishing inventory when the small alien arrives and he hands Ratapa a datapad with a listing of the stores. Not as much by way of explosives as Id like, but plenty to make a mess with. He checks out his sidearm and closes the weapon locker.

He offers a toothy grin at the security chief. One that has always reminded Ratapa of a slashrat studying prey. What do you want, small one?

[Solomon777]

Lok is shaken from his reverie by Derrin’s action and he smiles with genuine assurance. “My trigger finger’s been itch’in since this morning.” In the rear of his mind he made plans to walk the ships layout. Should something go amiss, and they be boarded, he wanted the best strategy to repel with.

[The Fool]

Ratapa blinks tranquilly, craning his neck to look at the Tradoshan. Even humans have a tendency to loom over the little figure; Kreegesk just looks comically oversized by comparison. The communicator's metallic voice speaks over the staccato of Jawaese.

"Torrin wants me to remind you to look in on Nilmah's work prior to our departure. Also, speaking of explosives, do you have any spare grenades? I have enough for now, but having extra never hurts." Ratapa's borderline profligate use of ammunition and explosive ordinance is by now well-known. It is an odd trait in a Jedi, but Ratapa has always been rather odd.

[rngrbob]

Dex reflects for a moment. No, not really. Alright I can work with him to find out who would be willing to man the weapons controls here on the bridge and in the various turrets. That and anyone that like to get in some fight training. If we cant, I'm willing to man the weapons controls personally. I'm certain that Ratapa and I can come up with a duty roster for that. Yes sir I understand, I'm sure his combat training will be invaluable. For some one like him I mean. He chuckled at the thought of the pint sized Jawa teaching him, his style of combat to himself quietly.

As his astromech B4 stopped next to one of the bridge crew members, observing them curiously. An possibly engaged in a conversation with the bridge member. Given by its beeping tones.

[KevinFipps]

Torrin looks down at the droid beeping at him. Being a pilot, he has worked with enough astromechs to guess at what the say. Your droid and I agree. You misunderstand me Dex. While I do not doubt your courage or ability to fight on the ground, our missions are of a slightly different sort. I am trying to make use of your talents. If you want extra combat training for fire fights, talk to Derrin. I can show you around a cockpit, Kreegesk can teach you a thing or two about explosives and engineering. And I want you to take advantage of this. On this ship, you dont get to specialize. Jobs get done by whoever is handy. I want to make sure you can do whatever might be asked. He turns and looks at sensors. Captain is inbound with our new medic. We will be outbound as soon as he's aboard.

Kreegesk looks from the datapad he handed Ratapa to the aliens face and back. Theres the inventory. If we get the chance to hit a supply depot I would recommend it. Only a dozen grenades left. And now back to engineering to check on the fish's work.

Derrin nods at Lok. Take what breaks you can around here. I am on duty shortly, and Frost may want to speak with you next. He tends to interview the fresh meat their first day.

[masternate]

Nilmah looked down at his datapad as he scratched his head. That can't be correct. He pushes a few buttons and it responded with the same beep from a few seconds ago. I guess it is... but why do you need so much power? He thinks for a moment, before getting a bright idea. Once again he reaches into one of his breast pockets before fishing out another unremarkable chip. Shield modifications could make use of this extra power, plus they could also help alleviate stress on the hull of this girl. Nilmah was quite obviously talking to himself, if anyone else was there he hadn't noticed as he was too engrossed in his work.

 

Running simulations to configure a new shielding system that could use the excess power as well as removing gravitational stresses from the hull. Three separate simulations.
Knowledge: Technology

Dice Roll:

1d20+18	(12)+18			Total = 30
1d20+18	(2)+18			Total = 20
1d20+18	(6)+18			Total = 24