PMID: BP015
Traveller
Name: Isadore
Race: Krogan
Occupation: Military Contractor
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Post by PMID: BP015 on Apr 6, 2015 8:25:28 GMT
Many say that the cold black of space was a lifeless abyss, that it could support no life, merely suck it away. A certain krogan denied this, he in fact believed the exact opposite, the void of space provided, allowed him to thrive. This of course coming from a pirate meant something entirely different. He sat in The Chair, examining the ship he had been tipped off about, the Narrison. He didn't have a manifest for it, but according to his source, it had a decent pay off riding on board.
With no further prompting, he had set off, credit signs dancing away in his head. In truth, he didn't need the money, he just enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, the capture. As he drew closer to the cargo ship, his hands lit with biotic power. When he was close enough to dock, the power left his hands. He initiated a system hack to enable access the the Narrison's systems, moments later it happened. There was a distant rumbling and his ship shook as the biotic flare he had unleashed on the ship's drive core detonated, killing all forward momentum, and turning the lights within red. With a grin, the krogan fastened his helmet and boarded the craft.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Apr 7, 2015 2:47:38 GMT
In one particular shipping container, pried open to gain access would be a certain volus. Taking her illegal refuge in a high end skycar parked inside the container, we would be left to wonder how she lost the credits for her journey after her careful restraint in the Spacer's Dive. Then again, maybe not. Either way, she'd be tossed about the car's interior as it bounces around the container, bouncing around the cargo hold, as the ship itself bounces around briefly. As the container came to a stop, the door would be jammed closed for the time being, Druss now in a mixture of confusion, shock, and panic.
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PMID: BP015
Traveller
Name: Isadore
Race: Krogan
Occupation: Military Contractor
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Post by PMID: BP015 on Apr 8, 2015 23:20:44 GMT
Isadore prowled the ship, incapacitating the crew as he found them, laughing all the way. He soon found himself in the hold, examining the crates stacked upon themselves. The krogan pried one of them open and examined the skycar within, a 2196 Cision Starliner, latest in luxury transport. His source hadn't lied, there was money here. He locked down the hold and opened the loading ramp, sucking all the atmosphere from the compartment. A quick spacewalk later and he was once more aboard his own ship, and lining up the loading ramps of the two ships.
The volus within the crate would hear all of this, and then muted crashing and clanking, followed by grunting, and then the scrap of steel on steel as the crates were transfered from the cargo ship to the Pirate's own.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Apr 11, 2015 6:49:15 GMT
Druss would of course not have a damn clue what is going on during all of this, only knowing the air appears to have all gone. Of course, since volus don't breathe oxygen, her thoughts would be less 'Shit shit, all the air is gone!' and more 'Good the air is gone, air's for f***ing p****es.' That is until she realized that meant the ship had either broken up or had an issue with it and was now abandoned in space. Too frightened to do anything, she'd be treated to a second round of shaking as the container is transferred to Isadore's ship. Oh god, there was someone opening the crate- 'SPACE ZOMBIES, IT HAS TO BE! SHIIIIIIIIT!-'
If Isadore were to take a look in the car, her swear filled train of thought would swap to something, that would be equally swear filled if not just as stupid and ridiculous. '-Oh, heh it's just a krogan . . . IT'S A KROGAN! IT'S GOING TO EAT YOU- KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!' Of course, she'd then probably throw whatever she could at him, that is if he does open the car for a look inside.
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PMID: BP015
Traveller
Name: Isadore
Race: Krogan
Occupation: Military Contractor
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Post by PMID: BP015 on Apr 11, 2015 19:51:24 GMT
He was loading one of the crates that seemed to have been damaged during it's initial loading, when he heard the rapid hissing of what was unmistakeably a Volus respirator. He dropped the crate with a resounding thud like that of a gong, and tore the panel back. Volus made good prisoners, because they usually paid you a lot of money to release them, and if you were quik about transfering the credits, you got to keep most of them. He fished around in the crate with his biotics until he caught the stowaway and pulled her out.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Apr 15, 2015 3:51:54 GMT
As Druss was yanked out of the crate, she'd remember her M4 machinepistol, pulling it out as Isadore yanks her out, now held by the krogan, she'd quickly take aim at his head and- *click* . . . *click click* . . . *click click click click click* . . . It was empty. Now face to face with Isadore, and still in his grasp, you can probably guess the look on her face after this spectacular failure.
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PMID: BP015
Traveller
Name: Isadore
Race: Krogan
Occupation: Military Contractor
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Post by PMID: BP015 on Apr 16, 2015 20:47:30 GMT
Isadore would laugh at her and toss her, resulting in her loud reverberating impact with the wall. He would then biotically grab her and throw her into the crate he had pulled her from, the effect being her ricochet and subsequent pinball imitation. The krogan couldn't help but laugh.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Apr 24, 2015 3:43:41 GMT
Slamming into the wall, then immediately after, the crate, Druss would be lucky to still be awake, albeit very dazed and confused. Her vision fuzzy and spinning, she'd be able to make out a large figure, Isadore, as she backs away from him while leaning on the crate, desperately trying to regain her focus.
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