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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 27, 2009 13:39:00 GMT -5
The ships notification alarm went off and hutch groaned. He pulled himself out of the rats. Nest of wires in the ships lounge above the belly turret. "Chuck, start putting this stuff away. I need to go do captainy things."
He jogged to the cockpit is jumped over the back of the couch to sit at re flight controls. He pulled back on the throttles and the hyperspace tunnel evaporated into streaks of stars which shortened into their individual pinpricks.
He grabbed the mic from the overhead console and keyed it for every intercom in the ship. "Ladies, this is god. The captain would like me to let you know that the ship has arrived at Dac and will be going into orbit shortly."
Hutch chuckled to himslef and hung up the mic. He put the ship on Autopilot and went back to the lounge to help chuck clean up the mess
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Post by Zero on Aug 29, 2009 0:56:16 GMT -5
Akira just pulled her shirt fully on when the intercom sounded off. She sighed as Hutch spoke to them all very loudly, and Yumi laughd quietly to herself. She was modeled as a beautiful blue Twi'lek dancer with ever so soft features.
Shut up, Yumi.
Yumi kept laughing, this time louder, and held up her hand to her mouth, covering it with a slightly closed hand. Akira pushed her droid companion, grabbed her twol to finish drying her hair, still wet from her shower minutes earlier, and left her room. For some reason, she wasn't surprised that that Hutch and BB Chuck were trying to clean up a mess of wires.
You two don't know how to keep a ship in good condition? You both are hopeless. [/b][/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 30, 2009 22:41:58 GMT -5
"I resent that Miss!" BB Chuck declared as Akira commented on the mess. "I'm a load lifter Droid, not an engineer."
Hutch stuffed the last bit of cabling back into the maintenance space and leaned on the panel to keep it closed while he replaced the screws that kept it in place. "Say what you will Honey, but now the weapons are linked together and hooked up to a computer port near the ladder so the Chuckster can access their controls. Treds and ladders don't mix ya know."
BB Chuck rolled out of the lounge back to cargo bay 3 where his recharge slot was set up. He mumbled to himself along the way. "first its haul crates around, then act as a quick getaway vehicle, then its install hyperdrives and rewire weapons. Next i'll be manning the guns. madness... madness!"
Hutch smiled and shook his head as he rubbed a bit of grease from his hands with a rag. He tossed his screwdriver into the open toolbox nearby and headed back for the cockpit. "I hope you had a pleasant flight, i'll go finish our decent pattern now." He said over his shoulder.
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Post by Zero on Aug 30, 2009 23:13:31 GMT -5
You know, you could install some new stuff on your droid to make him more efficient wth whatever you want him to do.
Akira, despite the calls in her head, fallowed after Hutch. She was curious to see how different his piloting skills were from other pilots, including herself and Ash. She was batter with slower starfighters nd shuttles. She wondered how Hutch worked the controls, and she had other questions for him. She stood behind the couch, off to Hutch's right.
Where are we setting down at? [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 31, 2009 0:08:00 GMT -5
"He has two hands and a brain, same as anyone. plus he's super strong and can link to computers. He can do what he needs to, he just likes to complain." Hutch said as he sat down at the couch behind the controls and nudged the ship out of orbit.
"i'll bring us down to the Hakawa islands. pack a swimsuit... something with a lot of skin." Hutch said smirking. Truthfully he was uncomfortable. He loved Mon Calamari, for him it was like his home but his first memories were of escaping the very place they were trying to get into now. Hutch joked, but this was going to be no easy feat.
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Post by Zero on Aug 31, 2009 0:24:17 GMT -5
You smugglers always think of one thing... If you wanted to get with a woman, then you wouldn't be as rash as you are now.
Akira's brain pulled a blank as she tried to reply to Hutch's comment, but couldn't think of anything, so she said the first thing that came to mind, turned on her heel, and stormed out. Once she was back in her quarters, she closed and locked her door, and sighed.
Yumi, you will stay here. I dont want the water or salty mist to get to you and start working ts magic. You will keep track of me and Hutch by hacking the islands systems and keeping us clear.
Akira stripped off her clothing and put on a skin tight wetsuit that showed all her corves, but only her hands and face showed skin. she put on some loose fitting, light plue pants, black belt, and white blouse, brushed her hair, and put that in a high ponytail. She grabbed her lightsabers, and stuck them on her belt.
She had a small dagger in a sheath on her left forearm under her shirt, and a blaster pistol on her right hip. She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed slightly. She looked like a smuggler now. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 31, 2009 2:27:55 GMT -5
"Well then i guess that means i don't want to be with you!" Hutch yelled back to her as she walked away. She Johny 5 went through it's landing cycle and settled down on one of the island landing zones. It was a balmy 72 degrees outside with a cool breeze coming out of the west and a few lonely clouds roaming the sky.
Hutch however did not change wardrobe. He kept his jacket on and made sure his heavy blaster pistol was safely strapped into the holster under the jacket and that the safety was on. Satisfied he started powering down the ships engines and headed back to the cargo bay. "Me and boss lady will be going out Bee. Keep an eye on the ship while we're gone."
"Sir, might i remind you once again that i am a cargo loading droid. I am not a watchdog." BB Chuck said adamantly from his recharging slot.
"No, you may not. Play nice with Boss Ladies partner." He said over his shoulder when he turned and left, waving slightly. BB Chucks exasperated remarks could be heard throughout the ship. He was starting to sound more and more like a protocol droid every day.
He walked to the boarding ramp, stopping on the way at his personal quarters to pick up a few things. A 2 1/2 inch home made chiv which he made after his escape from the lab. He put that little piece of nasty in a hole in the lining of his sleeve he had made specifically for it. Then he picked up a mechanical lock picking kit and door hacking device which were placed within the jacket as well. Thus armed he continued on his way to the boarding ramp.
He almost zipped up his jacket on the way there but thought better of it considering the weather outside. He hit the hydrolic button to cause the ramp to lower but didn't go outside yet. He waited patiently for Akira twirling a lockpick between his fingers. "Ohhhh sweet cheeks" he called softly. "I'm ready."
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Post by Zero on Aug 31, 2009 18:46:10 GMT -5
Once Akira was satisfied with her looks, and mentally prepared to deal with everything, she grabbed a small datapad, a comm link, a palm computer, black gloves, and a data disk. Finally, she laced up her boots, pocketed everything, and left her room.
She was lucky enough to not hear Hutch's comment, mainly because he was being quiet. She wouldn't have said anything about it anyway, because she had a thought.
Well, Hot Shot, ready for this mission? The sooner we get going, the sooner we would be stuck on the same ship again.
She smiled slightly and batted her eyes at him as she walked past. She might as well have some fun with him while she can. She wasn't the best flirt, but that was because she never had much practice with it. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 1, 2009 14:54:58 GMT -5
"oh after you my queen.". Hutch said as he gestured down the bouarding ramp. Hutch followed after her. "well need to find a submarine, or someone who will take the time to water proof the Johnny 5. Pro bono of coarse."
Hutch pointed to the east. "the place we're looking for is over in that direction. I don't know ts exact position but they must get supplies to it somehow. If we find the supplier we can find our in."
Off in the distance, soMe dark storm clouds were forming on the horizon.
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Post by Zero on Sept 2, 2009 17:27:59 GMT -5
I think the sub would be easier. I could hack the systems, but that would be a little dangerous, because I need to get through quite a few security systems. I say we start snooping around, unless you have a better idea?
Akira was looking at Hutch while she was talking, the clouds forming out of her sight. When she turned around, she spotted them and whistled softly. They should get this over with ASAP now. Akira heard that these storms could be quite dangerous.
Um... Should you lock down Johnny 5?
She brought out her small computer and started going off on it, getting a list of local suppliers. They must be one on here that they could get some information on. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 2, 2009 21:31:20 GMT -5
"No, it'll be fine. BB Chuck can take care of it, no matter what he says." Jor said.
She pulled out her data pad and Hutch glanced about. The settlement on the island was small but every place had at least one seedy bar. Hutch's Swiss cheese memory could tell him at least that much. He looked around and spotted it, the Salty Sailor. It was a single story wood structure with a unit neon sign flanked with two black, plywood silhouettes of shapely women. Jor snapped his fingers and then pointed at the bar. "Not so fast my darling, lets get a drink first."
Not waiting for any kind of acknowledgment Hutch walked towards the place. deep thumping music was emanating from the front door which was propped open with a bar stool.
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Post by Zero on Sept 2, 2009 21:57:13 GMT -5
This is no time for drinking..... Damn... Get back here!
Akira quickly shoved her computer pad back into her pocket before chacing after Hutch. Like all other smugglers she knew, Hutch had his mind in the gutter and went strait to the bar where he had the best chance at getting an easy night rather than focusing on what was at hand. She ran a hand through her hair as she heard the deep throbbing music coming from the bar. [/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 3, 2009 2:08:10 GMT -5
Hutch ducked through the door and glanced around. The place had a thick haze of smoke and the music could be felt in the chest. It was still only the afternoon on Dac so the place wasn't busy, but there were still a pair of dancers on the stage. One was a Twi'lek and the other a human. Hutch took a second to appreciate their gyrations before moving to the bar and carefully eying the other patrons.
When they had landed Hutch saw 2 other freighters and a passenger liner at the spaceport. At the bar there were 5 gentlemen. two were in jumpsuits stained with grease, one was in a green flightsuit and the other was in a white button down shirt and black slacks. The last man was wearing wetsuit with diving belt and harness with a pair of wet goggles around his neck. None of them seemed to be interested in anything other then their drinks so Hutch ordered a Corellian Ale with lots of ice and found a nice corner booth where he could keep an eye on things... and the dancers.
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Post by Zero on Sept 6, 2009 22:25:26 GMT -5
Akira kept her eyes forward as she walked into the bar about 30 seconds after Hutch. She made a mental note at where everyone was in the bar before she walked up to the bartender and ordered herself a simple jama juice. Once she had it, she went and sat in the same booth as the smuggler, and took a sim of her drink.
Now whats your plan? [/b][/sub]
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 6, 2009 22:53:25 GMT -5
"Waiting." Hutch said simply. "If you run a secret evil underwater base you can't get supplies through normal channels. You'll get it from creepy guys who snarl a lot and are willing to risk their freedom for some extra credits. Guys like that hang out in places like this." Hutch explained.
Keeping a hold on his drink he pointed towards the door. "Now, the spaceports are a left out of that door, while the marina is right. We watch these characters and whichever one makes a right when he passes the door, we follow and beat the crap out of until he tells us something we want to know."
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