Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>17-02-2015, 04:19:53</strong>
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				No mater what culture or planet one comes from, 0600 was early in the morning, but that was the time stamped on the orders sent to every member of the <em>Defendarius</em> new crew, and to docking bay twelve.&nbsp; &nbsp;The docking bay was unremarkable, the same universal grey and dark blue interior as the corridors of the base.&nbsp; &nbsp;The only bright color in the docking bay was that of the ship docked there, the CorSec patrol ship <em>Defendarius</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;The air of the docking bay was a odd mixture of oil, lubricants, fuel, and the aroma of fresh brewed caff, which to anyone awake at this hour was a godsend.<br><br>The smell of caff was coming from the west side of the docking bay where a table had been set up that not only had caff, but an array of food that was set out, a dish for each different species that was a member of the crew.&nbsp; &nbsp;Besides the table was a protocol that greeted each crew member as they arrived.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Greetings, I am C5-6R4, your CorSec Administrative Specialist assigned to the <em>Defendarius</em>.&nbsp; Each of you have been assigned as the new crew.&nbsp; &nbsp;Please do help yourselves to the refreshments and food provided.&nbsp; &nbsp;The commander and the executive officer of the <em>Defendarius</em> will be here shortly to introduce themselves and to explain the role you will serve in the <em>Defendarius'</em> mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;If there are any question, I am here to be of assistance."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>17-02-2015, 05:36:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2013/169/3/6/bubba_jett_by_hokunin-d69jnn5.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jengar the Survivalist<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Personal Room-Defendarius<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>0500 and Jengar was already stepping out of the shower.&nbsp; He had already bathed and freshened himself up to be presentable, not that anyone ever saw Jengar's face...By 0600 Jengar was walking down the docking bay, his mandalorian armor softly clanked but never seemed to restrict Jegar's movements as his armor was like that of a second skin. The doors to the room next to the docking bay slid open and the smell of caff hit Jengar hard. He didn't drink the substance, feeling it led to mild dehydration and that was the last thing Jengar wanted.<br><br>Slowly Jengar hoisted his assault rifle up over his shoulder by the strap and headed into the room, it didn't take long for him to find a seat. The droid, C5-6R4 greeted the Mandalorian but Jengar simply narrowed his eyes behind his visor and remained silent. He had already eaten but kept the food meant for him close by, if someone else wanted it they could have it but Jengar liked knowing the option to eat was there. "What is your purpose droid?" He asked to simply pass time while he waited for the others to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>17-02-2015, 10:25:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/SiraPostHeader.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sira Tajunu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar Bay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>The Twi'lek who entered the hangar pushed a small hover platform ahead of her, on it two transport crates and a smaller bag. She paused close to the door and surveyed the room, before she pushed her cargo deeper into the hangar bay and parked it close to the refreshments table. <br><br>After thanking the droid for the offer of some caf, Sira helped herself to a cup, adding sweetener while she wondered about the armored man who had arrived even earlier than herself. Did CorSec hire mercenaries for anti-smuggling work these days? <br><br>At least unlike the Mandalorian, Sira could not be mistaken for a mercenary. She was in her CorSec uniform, the rank badges of a detective pinned to the uniform collar and chest, the only thing not regulation about her the blaster in her hip holster. For a sidearm she preferred a fairly standard, commercial model that would not immediately give her away as CorSec when she was out of uniform. <br><br>She sat down with two empty seats between her an the Mandalorian and pretended to stifle a yawn. "Good morning. Sira Tajunu, SCD," she offered as an introduction.<br><br>Sira wasn't really sleepy, being used to odd hours from her work in the Serious Crime Division, but she had found it useful to pretend being less alert than she really was in new, unfamiliar situations. It put people at ease, sometimes making it easier to surprise them with a question or putting them in a mood where they would let something slip out they would otherwise not divulge. Once in place, a habit like that was hard to shake and practice never hurt anyway.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>17-02-2015, 17:31:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2013/169/3/6/bubba_jett_by_hokunin-d69jnn5.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jengar the Survivalist<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Personal Room-Defendarius<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Sira Tajunu/Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>The Service Droid went to answer Jengar's question when the doors slid open again. A Twi'lek woman entered lugging with her a crate of cargo. Jengar almost felt like he had nothing in comparison, hell all he had was his backpack he didn't even bring a pillow. From behind his visor Jengar wathed Sira sit two seats away from him while leaving her cargo behind at the end of the table. <br><br>It wasn't heard to take in enough of her to see she was clearly a detective. <em>Nice Blaster.</em> He thought to himself and cracked a smile under his helmet. Of course a non- Mandalorian would need a cup of caff to start the day, Jengar didn't judge her on that but the thought of course worked it's way i his mind. "Jengar, SDC." The soldier replied.<br><br>He wasn't above making small talk but Jengar always thought that you could only do that if you were friends or if you were trying to get information out of someone, Jengar and Sira were neither.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>18-02-2015, 17:06:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/SiraPostHeader.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sira Tajunu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar Bay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>"Pleased to meet you." Sira nodded in reply, wondering if there was a CorSec department she had never heard before, but SDC didn't ring a bell. Shelving that little bit of conversation – if it could be called that – in the back of her mind she sipped her caff, enjoying the aroma. It wasn't the best brew ever, but she had had far worse. <br><br>After a moment she asked the C5 droid the name of the executive officer and considered that piece of information instead of the armored man. After searching her memory a little, the name Daria Jade did ring a bell and Sira decided she could probably work well with a pilot, if she was true to her reputation as a no-nonsense officer. The bigger question hanging over this assignment was the commander – and his mission. There would be politics involved in the background, and politics and policework not always mixed very well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-02-2015, 16:11:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Shanta_greensong.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A tall, buxom, emerald skinned girl with a crown of little black horns and long, dark-rose hair in a thick french braid entered.&nbsp; Though she preferred her civies when at work, senior specialist Shanta Greensong wore her formal uniform today.&nbsp; She'd carefully tailored it too her hard bodied, curvacious form.&nbsp; It was also clean and neatly pressed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Senior specialist, though?&nbsp; She was a kid!&nbsp; Fresh faced with teenage wildness still lingering in her rich emerald eyes, she must have been ten years younger than Sira.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In response to the droid's greeting, the green girl offered a smile and her hand—just as she might upon meeting a real person for the first time.&nbsp; “Good morning, C5,” she replied in a cheerful voice.&nbsp; “I see i'll be thanking you for taking care of us a lot in coming weeks...&nbsp; Ooh, is that <em>reesel?</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hurried around to a plate of perfectly recognizable scrambled eggs, hash browns and sausage.&nbsp; She quickly cut a bite of sausage, popped it in her mouth, and chewed, closing her eyes to savor.&nbsp; “Yum!&nbsp; Local game, I think?&nbsp; But only one or two different meats?”&nbsp; Her eyes opened.&nbsp; “My compliments.&nbsp; The best <em>reesel</em> is made with a hopeless Hodge podge of different game.&nbsp; Usually scraps left over from different meals, honestly.&nbsp; The real secret is the garlic, onions, and peppers.&nbsp; These are prepared wonderfully.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looked up at the other two and waved, “Good morning.&nbsp; I'm Shanta Greensong, how do you do?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 17:50:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/SiraPostHeader.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sira Tajunu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar Bay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>Sira studied the newcomer as politely as one could scrutinize a person without appearing rude. Despite the unusual skin color she figured the young woman for a Zabrak – which meant she couldn't be all that much older than she appeared, Zabrak aging about as fast or slowly as Twi'leks or humans. <br><br>CorSec was certainly no longer what it used to be, she decided, if a girl that age could already be a senior specialist. Granted, the rank didn't require age and depended on knowledge and performance in most cases, but as far as Sira knew it took a little while to prove to the higher ups that one had what it took. <br><br>A man who might as well be a mercenary, a woman far too young for her rank, and a CO whose career sat on the fence and could rest on the outcome of this mission. Silently Sira wondered if she had managed to piss off anyone in the personnel department or one of her superiors. <br><br>"Fine. How are you?" Despite her misgivings the words came over her lips easily enough, all professional and matter-of-factly. "Sira Tajunu, Serious Crime Division – or at least until today."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 04:42:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQWUfA-kUYlXOgBznLvrQns7-dXJDys5dq8mCCbYiSoP-FNiP79)</div><strong>Name:</strong> C5-6R4<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger Bay<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>The droid turned and tried to tilt it is head in a near human like gesture and the lights over its optics flicked many times as if processing information.&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>"My purpose?&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh yes.&nbsp; Apologies Specialist Jengar, my ability to multitask is limited and I was finishing filing all of the regulatory processes prior to the departure of the <strong>Defendarius</strong>, as well in communications with Commander Tituus and Command Lieutenant Jade.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh they do pass along to enjoy the food and refreshments as well as to get to know one another.&nbsp; &nbsp;It will be standard fleet rations for the duration of the mission."</strong>&nbsp; The driod made a gesture towards the spread of food.<br><br><strong>"As to my purpose for this mission and the crew, I am programed with every law, regulation, and administrative process of every planet within the Republic.&nbsp; &nbsp;I serve as legal counsel to the Commander and can file the necessary legal procedures needed during the course of our mission to be certain that if there are any laws violated that the accused criminals will not use any legal technicality to escape prosecution.&nbsp; I can also be available for any CorSec regulatory or legal advice that you as the crew require."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 18:17:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Shanta_greensong.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The green girl aknowleged the sleek twi'lek with a cheerful nod.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you, Sira.&nbsp; &nbsp;I served as a junior engineer on the Morigan before my promotion.&nbsp; I've also worked with the CSI people on wilderness scenes.&nbsp; And five months ago I helped a man from your department, Detective Jamus, track down a fugitive in the Mecadonian Wildlife Preserve."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 18:37:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/SiraPostHeader.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sira Tajunu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar Bay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>The name Morigan didn't ring a bell, but Sira tried to memorize it, in case she later got an opportunity to look it up somewhere. The rest certainly spoke of someone who knew her way around the wilderness. If not for the mention of having worked as an engineer, Sira would now certainly have believed this mission was doomed from the start. A scout was about the last thing she imagined a smuggler interdiction mission would need. Not that she was all that certain what the actual mission would be. But an engineer was bound to come in handy at some point.<br><br>"I know detective Jamus." She nodded. "Not well, mind you. We work at different divisions. Just ran into him now and then. So." Sira drew out the word a bit. "Would you say you are more an engineer, or more a ... tracker, I suppose? Wilderness scout?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 19:45:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Shanta_greensong.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The green girl responded with a shrug.&nbsp; "Oh, I wouldn't try to define myself like that, I'm really more a traveler or a student than antyhing else.&nbsp; But if you're asking about my credentials?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My uncle fought for the Republic in the Great Sith War.&nbsp; He taught me how to hunt, how to fight...&nbsp; How to live, really.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Militarily, I'm trained in unarmed combat.&nbsp; I'm certified with a variety or vibroblades, hand guns, and especially rifles.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Until recently I've been more of a mechanic than an engineer.&nbsp; I can maintain and repair droids, vehicles, appliances...&nbsp; I've been doing it for as long as I can remember.&nbsp; It's since joining CorSec that I've moved from fixing things to innovating.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 16:09:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/SiraPostHeader.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sira Tajunu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar Bay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>"Lets hope this ship won't need any repairs while we are on it." Sira pointed one of her lekku at the Defendarius. <br><br>After another sip she put her cup down on the floor, halfway under her chair, before she made her way over to the buffet. Jengar and Shanta had already gotten some food so she didn't bother to ask if one of them wanted anything while she was at it and ran her eyes over the food selection. Standard rations didn't sound very appetizing so she picked up a sandwich and took a bite, even if she wasn't feeling all that hungry.<br><br>"C5, may I ask you a question? It sounds like we might have a lot to talk about, if we have some time to spare, but I was wondering how thorough your programming really is." She searched her memory for a moment and settled on a rather obscure aspect of self-defense rights. "Are you familiar with..." <br><br>OOC: Probably best if we don't try to invent details about Corellian law here. ;-) I just want to know if the droid's programming is as thorough as he implies it might be. As Sira can answer Bureaucracy questions of a DC26 just by taking 10 I would say she can come up with a pretty difficult question for C5. 
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 02:58:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Shanta_greensong.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shanta blinked a few times.&nbsp; She was pretty sure she'd just been insulted.&nbsp; As much as she just wanted to get along with people, growing up she'd learned that if you gave some people an inch they'd walk all over you.&nbsp; She pondered a response, but decided not to take offense.&nbsp; She was a professional now, she couldn't go acting like the rules of a backwater trailer park really applied.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Instead she gave a shrug and went back to her sausages.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Batman4560</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 04:11:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2013/169/3/6/bubba_jett_by_hokunin-d69jnn5.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jengar the Survivalist<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Personal Room-Defendarius<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Sira Tajunu/Shanta/Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Jengar had been silent for a long while, watching the two women go back and fourth and taking note of how the two acted and moved. Every detail could have meant the difference between life and death on the battlefield. At last Jengar spoke up. "I'm glad to have a mechanic on the team. And having one that can operate on droids is a boon if you ask me." Jengar commented and took a deep breath under his helmet. <br><br>The Mandalorian was glad that they couldn't see his eyes behind his dark visor. If they could then the ladies would have seen Jengar checking them out, rather aggressively at that. He leaned back in his seat and placed his blaster rifle on the table and started to check it's functions to make sure that if the group was led into a trap here that he would be able to attack quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 10:46:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Zenobia.jpg)</div>A short and slender girl with pale skin and silky light brown hair tossed lightly in her bunk as her alarm went off for the umpteenth time that morning. She did what she had been doing for the last hour or so- reached out with the Force and hit the snooze button before turning back over on her side and falling back asleep.<br><br>It wasn't for another several minutes that she would finally sit up and curse softly under her breath, "Ah shit I think I'm late." Even now she remained more or less calm. One could move quickly without being hurried, she would tell herself as she threw back the covers, revealing her smooth pale skin and toned body, clad for the moment only in her signature lavender blindfold which she hardly removed even in private.<br><br>Not wanting to take the time to dress into her uniform, she opted for her usual, loose fitting beige flight suit with embroidered trim and a tight black undershirt barely visible underneath. She pulled back her hair and pulled on a pair of calf high black leather boots, blousing her pants into them and flaring them out slightly. She pursed her cherry blossom pink lips in thought as she glanced over at the clock.. it was already almost 0600. "Wonderful, first day and I'm going to be late..."<br><br>Sure enough, it was 0605 before she walked in, moving quickly but not in any kind of panic or even really hurry as far as anyone would be able to tell. Gravitating to the smell of still somewhat freshly brewed caff, she poured herself a cup and grabbed a muffin before finding a seat at the table and nodding in acknowledgement of her soon to be crewmates.<br><br>"Good morning, I'm Zenobia Joff. I'll be the ship's Flight Officer," she added in a soft, unassuming tone, nodding and generally facing each of them in turn. She found that it helped to make such gestures when one didn't have eyes to make more overt visual contact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>01-03-2015, 06:50:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQWUfA-kUYlXOgBznLvrQns7-dXJDys5dq8mCCbYiSoP-FNiP79)</div><strong>Name:</strong> C5-6R4<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger Bay<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Sira, Zenobia, Shanta, Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>As Sira asked the question, there was a flicker of lights in its optics as if process and searching before it answers in that slightly cultured Corellian voice.&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>"Indeed so, Specialist Tajunu, it seems we will have many lively and interesting conversations during the voyage, which will be quite refreshing as the Commander and the Executive Officer rarely engage in such activities, only querying me when they have need of information.&nbsp; While I am delighted to serve the Commander and the crew of the <em>Defendarius</em> in any capacity, it will be an interesting change of pace to have such informative discussions with someone as knowledgeable as you." </strong><br><br>C5 moved now, and its motions were typically that of the administrative droids about in that ungainly stride, its arms moving in exaggerated motions as if that were the only thing keeping it balanced and on its legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"As to your question in hand, it is a very obscure ruling regarding the acquisition of technical rights and intellectual property when the owner in question is in debt to another and it must provide restitution.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the chief court, five principal magistrates voted for the ruling of the plaintiff that such property could be considered capital in the means of securing such restitution, but only if a fair and proper market value of said property could be assigned by a neutral third party mediator.&nbsp; &nbsp;Four principal magistrates voted against the ruling, and there was accusations of corruption and bribery during the proceedings, but the ruling stood and still stands to this day." </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As the last of the new crew arrived, C5 turned towards Zenobia and its optics flickered.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Ah, Flight Offfier Zenobia, it is indeed good to see that you are present.&nbsp; &nbsp;I know that Command Lieutenant Jade has an agitated and hostile emotional state on missions were there is not a secondary pilot on the crew. It will indeed be good for crew morale to have you present."</strong><br><br>After C5 had greeted the new arrival, it turned its blink optics towards Shanta.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Specialist Greensong, I was told to pass along to you that your aptitude rating for advanced engineering was noted by the Command Lieutenant Jade and why she selected you for this mission.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is rare indeed to see one so young with such raw potential, I do believe she said.&nbsp; Indeed your scores far surpassed any available engineer who had had more forma training.&nbsp; &nbsp;She did instruct me to make sure that such advanced courses were loaded into the ship's database, and during the long travel times between destinations she does intend to discuss those courses with you.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has every faith and confidence in your intelligence and skills or you would not be here." </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-03-2015, 09:32:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Shanta_greensong.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The green girl couldn't help a delighted smile.&nbsp; "Than you, C5.&nbsp; That's very good to know.&nbsp; I'm looking forewards to furthering my studdies and seeing what I can do for the benefit of ship and crew."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The schematics I reviewed mentioned we had a military grade hyperdrive?&nbsp; I've been studying how they can be upgraded.&nbsp; Ship's computers as well, but I suspect doing both would put too much strain on the ship's systems.&nbsp; I'll discuss it with the commanders at an appropriate time.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She glanced around, “Will there be any other droids on board?&nbsp; I should be certain I have their specs, and yours too.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she turned back to the latest comer.&nbsp; She'd been puzzled at what looked to be a blind girl introducing herself as a flight officer—and apparently one who had impressed the command staff. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>02-03-2015, 23:50:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQWUfA-kUYlXOgBznLvrQns7-dXJDys5dq8mCCbYiSoP-FNiP79)</div><strong>Name:</strong> C5-6R4<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger Bay<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shanta, Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>C5 turned towards Shanta when&nbsp; she asked her question.&nbsp; It was clear from the droid's design that it could not turn it's head at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;So when it turned its attention towards a crew member, it had to physically turn itself about.&nbsp; &nbsp; That would not be near so distracting if that didn't cause the droid to flail about like it was a broken puppet being manipulated by a drunk marionette.&nbsp; &nbsp;It's optics flashed in an odd sequence before it answered.<br><br><strong>"I am sorry Specialist Greensong, but as far as I have been informed, there will be no other driods required or partaking in the <em>Defendarius</em> mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;I could be misinformed as the Commander does not always share operational specifics with me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even so, it will require the Commader's approval to share any operational schematics with you on any droid part of his crew, so the request will need to be filled out and shared with him."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 14:32:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Shanta_greensong.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shanta responded with a nod.&nbsp; "All right.&nbsp; Please get me the paperwork.&nbsp; I want to know what's needed to see you properly maintained."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She then settled in to savor her breakfast.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>10-03-2015, 05:21:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.moviefanatic.com/iu/t_large/v1364991199/scarlett-poster.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Daria Jade<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger Bay<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Another person entered into the <em>Defendarius</em> Hanger Bay, and as the light feel upon her the new crew of the <em>Defendarius</em> got their first look at Command Lieutenant Daria Jade.&nbsp; &nbsp;If one were unkind a person might think she earned her rank so easily and quickly by sleeping her way up the ranks, as who could blame anyone, male for female for turning down her charms for Daria Jade was a stunning form of a human female.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her flight suit uniform clung to her like it was an extension of her skin, leaving very little for the imagination of what Daira looked under her uniform.&nbsp; However, anyone that had read up upon her record would know that Daria Jade earned her rank the hard and difficult way by being perhaps the best damn pilot in CorSec and there was not even a hint of impropriety about her.<br><br>Lieutenant Jade went straight for the caf first and poured herself a cup and took a sip.&nbsp; &nbsp;Right after the first sip she turned her head and spit out the black semi-heated liquid all over the deck of the hanger bay.&nbsp; &nbsp;She then poured the rest of the drink out and turned a scowling face toward the administrative droid.&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>"Sithspit C5!&nbsp; &nbsp;How many times do I have to tell you not to have your files on making caf memory wiped.&nbsp; &nbsp;This si supposed to me a stimulating and somewhat bracing drink to help start the day, not liquid that could double as coolant for our engines.&nbsp; &nbsp; Every single mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;You are banned from making caf for the rest of this mission.&nbsp; I am not going to spend months on a ship as small and about to be over crowded as the <em>Defendarius</em> without a decent cup of caf."</strong> <br><br>Daria shook her hand and wiped it clean with a paper napkin before turning to the crew assembled.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Well, gather 'round.&nbsp; In case any of you pups are a bit slow, I am Command Lieutenant Daria Jade, your chief pilot and XO of the <em>Defendarius</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;I do want to say a "thank you" before we start.&nbsp; &nbsp;This crew has a rather unique make up, so much that Command has altered our mission profile then the standard patrol duty.&nbsp; &nbsp;We are to travel to the Belvarius.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a neutral world in the outer core that is along the Corellian Trade Route.&nbsp; &nbsp;There we are to insert ourselves into the local community and discover the source of the illegal arms that Czerka Corporation and House Ur have managed to smuggle in to help supply the Sith Separatists on Corella.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once we have found the source, we are to identify the ships part of the operation, destroy their weapon stores, and then pass along word to our fellow patrol craft so they can board the identified smuggling ships.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is a bit of a riskier operation then Command has used to handing out, but events have forced their hand, and it is up to us to put an end to a threat to Corellia.&nbsp; &nbsp;Any quesionts?" </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>10-03-2015, 12:27:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/SiraPostHeader.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sira Tajunu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar Bay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>Sira stepped around the puddle of caf and took her seat again. Her back turned to Lieutenant Jade she allowed herself a frown and rolled her eyes. That had to be the most unprofessional display she had ever seen from a commanding officer in her whole CorSec career. Right now she figured the chances that Daria and her would ever become something like friends as slim to none, if the human let her temper rule her like this often.<br><br>The Twi'lek sat down and sipped the caf she had left at her chair. To her the beverage tasted just fine, but she would be the first to admit that she was not a connoisseur when it came to caf. As long as it served its purpose she was fine with it most of the time. <br><br>She put the cup down on the floor again, before she leaned back in her chair and fixed her eyes on the Lieutenant. "Yes, Ma'am, I do have a couple of questions." Her voice was all business as she listed them with a finger raised for every question.<br><br>"One, are we certain that the weapons come from Belvarius? Where does that information come from and how far can it be trusted?<br><br>"Two, relating to that, do we have any contacts on-world?<br><br>"Three, and perhaps most important in a mission like this, what's our cover going to be and has Command already seen to the necessary documentation, transponder codes, and so on? If we are to insert ourselves into the local community, as you put it, we can hardly waltz into the place as CorSec officers." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 00:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Shanta_greensong.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shanta rose to salute when Daria entered, but the attention given to the caff machine made her shrug and sit back down, only to grin and bite back laughter at her reaction to the beverage.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The green girl hurried to finish her plate, then give the briefing her undivided attention.&nbsp; No questiosn imediatly came to her, but she paid attention to Sira's, and their answers.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 00:42:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Zenobia.jpg)</div>Zenobia turned to face Jade, her expression fairly even as the woman made her introduction. She nodded curtly, "I'm your Flight Officer, Zenobia Joff. I look forward to working with you."<br><br>She listened to the description of their mission, both surprised and very interested to hear that their mission is quite a bit more challenging, and yes, even dangerous, than her usual assignments. She liked to think that maybe the powers that be at CorSec had finally noticed her talents and were giving her, and the others, a chance to apply them to a more important mission. That was certainly one way of looking at it, anyway.<br><br>She nodded as Sira asked her questions, which were all very valid. Without anything really to add, she just waited for the Commander's reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 01:22:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.moviefanatic.com/iu/t_large/v1364991199/scarlett-poster.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Daria Jade<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger Bay<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Daria listened to the questions and waited to see if there were any other before she responded.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Information has been built up over the six months.&nbsp; &nbsp;It started with the first ship that the <em>Defendarius</em> stopped and was fired upon.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was not the only such ship stopped and the evidence ceased on board traced back to the two corporations owned by those two houses.&nbsp; &nbsp;After their failure to cease power on Alderan, they started to move their operations to allies upon Corella.</strong><br><br>Daria started to pae a little bit, as if she had nervous energy she needed to shed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"As far as our contacts, we do have two informants that for now I want to keep their names&nbsp; confidential.&nbsp; Other contacts include the Belvarius Security Forces that are working with us.&nbsp; &nbsp;They cannot get anyone into the organization which is why they have asked for our assistance.&nbsp; &nbsp;The reason why the <em>Defendarius</em> is not in CorSec Green and White scheme is to help facilitate our role.&nbsp; &nbsp;We do have the best quality transponders and new identities that CorSec can offer.&nbsp; &nbsp;Between the civil war and our efforts to shut them down, House Ur is desperate to move their cargo.&nbsp; The fact that we would have a clean record and are native to Corella will work in our favor.&nbsp; &nbsp;During the flight to Belvarius we will review each other's cover identities and how we are to make first contact with Czerka and House Ur."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassandra LeMay</strong> on <strong>14-03-2015, 11:02:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/SiraPostHeader.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sira Tajunu<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar Bay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>Sira listened, looked around to see if there were other questions, then closed her eyes for a second and drew a deep breath while she gathered her thoughts. She didn't like the idea of being dropped into an ongoing investigation this far into the game and with no input into the preparations, but it was an imperfect universe. <br><br>After a second she opened her eyes and addressed Daria again. "Ma'am, no offense, but as far as I know your record and that of Commander Tituus, neither of you has much experience with undercover investigations like this. I, on the other hand, do, which leads me to believe this is why I was assigned to this mission. Be that as it may, there is one recommendation&nbsp; I'd like to make before we get into any details."<br><br>Sira paused for air and made a small motion with one of her Lekku, the equivalent of a human shaking her head to herself slightly. "Keep the local force out of this as much as you can. This sounds like a major criminal operation. Not all of them have contacts and informers in the local law enforcement, but more than enough large operations do. Do not trust someone just because they carry a badge and wear a uniform. The less people know anything about our mission, the better, as long as we have one or two contacts for emergency situations."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 11:07:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Shanta_greensong.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shanta nodded quietly in agreement with Sira's assesment.&nbsp; The green girl chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully for a bit, then inquired, "Shall we pose as smugglers ourselves, then?"&nbsp; We could learn a lot if we could wind up running the arms we're investigating.&nbsp; Failing that, it should get us into the right circles to gather information?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 02:27:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.moviefanatic.com/iu/t_large/v1364991199/scarlett-poster.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Daria Jade<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger Bay<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Jade listened to her new crew's input.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were not her normal crew she was partnered, but they all had records and skills that would fit in well with what Command had planned.&nbsp; &nbsp;As such Jade reminded herself that her crew had more experience in some parts of the upcoming mission then she did.&nbsp; &nbsp;After she had listened to both crew members and had a chance to process their words, Jade spoke.<br><br><strong>"Part of the reason why there are only two Corellians as part of this crew and mission is to fit the profile of smugglers operating out of Belvarius.&nbsp; &nbsp;Also as far as the local security forces are concerned is that we do have an operation to be put in play on world, but not the particulars.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am sad to say that even among CorSec that finding out who to trust with operational details is tricky.&nbsp; &nbsp;We do have a few Republic assets to tap, but other then that we have the electronic history to back up our cover stories and to make inquires.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the recent loss of smuggler transports it should be a buyer's market and if we all play our parts, we should be cit in on the action."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars Old Republic: Crisis Point - Defendarius Hanger</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>03-04-2015, 04:53:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.moviefanatic.com/iu/t_large/v1364991199/scarlett-poster.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Daria Jade<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger Bay<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Daria waited for a few more moments to see if there were any other questions before she continued on.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Alright before we can reach our destination, we do have to shore up our false background.&nbsp; &nbsp;To that end we have a target, a smuggler ship that we let leave Corellia with a load of spice on board.&nbsp; &nbsp;We are going to track them, and take it back.&nbsp; &nbsp; They needed to stop off at Tatoonie first and that is where we will hit them.&nbsp; &nbsp; So we have a week to get prepped and ready for combat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lets not waste any more time.&nbsp; &nbsp;Grab your gear and lets get this mission going."</strong><br><br>With that Daria turned on her heel and grabbed her own gear, making her way up the boarding ramp.&nbsp; &nbsp;She only wasted a little time to drop off her gear in her small cabin, and then she headed to the bridge, putting the <em>Defendarius</em> through pre-launch checklist.
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