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#1 Weyoun

Posted 12 July 2005 - 03:00 PM

Heya, I'm back. The new Shaya took much longer than expected, thanks to a combo of GTA:SA and general heatwave induced laziness. :D But, now I'm back on track. :D

 
Second Skin 6 : Pork

To Shaya, it was obvious that Mission really was a kid, despite her claims otherwise. She was crying big tears and shook her shoulders with every breath, while Shaya was gingerly taking care of her wound.

While Carth was keeping an eye on the sewer entrance, Shaya took to the task of treating Mission's wound. There was a deep jagged cut a bit down the length of her left head-tail. Despite her aquamarine skin-tone, Mission's blood was as red as Shaya's own. The color-clash created an odd contrast on her skin, and Shaya quickly wiped it away.

Shaya was definitely no medic, but these new medpacs were basically idiot-proof. Just follow the instructions and everything would be fine. Shaya used a Kolto-spray to clean the wound and dull the pain, and was preparing a patch to cover the wound with.

This was the first time Shaya'd actually touched a Twi'lek's lekku. Over the years, she'd been hearing odd stories about Twi'leks from her shipmates. Some said that Twi'leks could let their lekku fall off if pulled on, just like Antarian lizards do when threatened. Others said that lekku were muscular and could be used as a second set of limbs, and especially the females would be able to use their lekku to strangle men who'd accost them. Shaya now knew that these stories were false. Though there were muscles in Mission's lekku, these were more for subtle movements, but mostly to keep them in place... and the lekku certainly wouldn't fall off.

Shaya applied the patch and injected Mission with some Kolto. Her wound would start to close soon.

"There, good as new," Shaya said while she looked at Mission. The patched lekku still hung limply from her head, unlike its neighbor. It gave Mission a slightly comical look, as if she was a fuzzy rabbit with one dangly ear.

Shaya immediately felt embarrassed of finding an aspect of Mission's pain amusing and quickly suppressed the thought while cleaning away the medpac.

"Thank you," Mission still sniffed. "OH! OH! OH! OH!" she said suddenly and jumped right up again. "OH! OH! OH!"

Carth turned towards Mission and scowled at her. "Alright, breathe calmly. Calmly now."

Mission let the tip of her boot scrape over the dirt, causing little gusts of dust. "Uh, well, Big Z and I were trying to look for loot in the sewers and we kinda stumbled across some Gammoreans. No sweat, we thought, cause we took care of some piggies before. But this time... We were jumped. They took our loot and they took Big Z. They're gonna sell him into slavery! We gotta help him!"

"We don't have anything better to do," Shaya said. "Uh, we need to come up with a plan, though."

Carth shook his head. "They Gammoreans took down a wookiee. I don't fancy our chances much."

Mission spoke up again. "You were looking for the pods, right? Well, Big Z. and I got there long before Davik's goons and we got the best stuff."

"Are you kidding me?!" Carth said. "We've been chasing the pod's blackbox and you've had it all along?"

Mission smiled. "Help me, help yourself."

"Breet-boop!" T3 said.

"You're right, T3," Shaya said. "Maybe an opportunity will present itself."

---

The sewers were dank and wet... just what could be expected from a sewer. Despite being called sewers, there was a strange absence of waste materials. Mission explained that these tunnels weren't actually used for waste extraction, but rather as giant storm-drains during Taris' rain season. And even then, the tunnels weren't flooded with water.

Due to its dark, humid nature, the sewers were attractive habitats for mutants and beasts that preferred those climates, and its secluded nature made it a perfect hide-out for raiders, slavers and other bandits. That's why, according to Mission, it was the best place to go looking for adventure and loot. Mission and Zaalbar never had any trouble whatsoever... until now.

Noises in the distance sounding like shrill screams. The constant dripping noises. The carcasses of rusted old discarded maintenance droids. These were the things that made Shaya very nervous. These tunnels were dark, narrow and otherwise unpleasant. She hurried along, following Carth and T3, who were following Mission.

Mission seemed to know where she was going. She also seemed to be no stranger to blasters. She was carrying a small, but long-barrelled blaster. Less power, but more accuracy. Like Carth, she'd been around weapons for a long longer than Shaya had. Shaya looked down at her own blaster and saw that is was shaking in her hand. And with noise in the distance, it became a fight to merely keep the blaster from slipping out of her shaking hand.

Finally, after passing a huge pumping station that led all the way up to the surface, Mission stopped.

"Alright, this is it," Mission said, crouching down and motioning the others to do the same and pointed to a tunnel on the opposite side of the pump-room. "We were jumped over there."

"I can smell them from here," Carth coughed. "I suppose it has nowhere else to go."

"Beep-breet?" T3 asked, looking up at Shaya.

Shaya snorted. "What are you looking at me for, I don't have a plan."

"Don't we have those gas grenades we snatched from the Sith Trooper?" Carth said. "Maybe we can stun the Gammoreans."

"No way to shove them down their noses," Mission said. "We'll only get a few, and the rest'll axe us before we get close."

Shaya looked around, and saw the instrument of their salvation. "Hey, guys, check it out..."

---

The reasonably functioning maintenance droid hummed and whirred as it struggled to maintain structural integrity while rising off the ground.

"Come on," Shaya whispered. "Come on... You can do it."

"BOOP!" T3 threw into the mix. "BLEEET!"

The newly repaired crab-like droid finally rose off the ground. It stood there, ready for commands.

"Okay," Shaya said. "This droid is but a shell. Its logic circuits and personality matrix have fried long ago. I can input simple commands in this datapad from a distance, but I can't let it do complex tasks anymore."

The droid followed the commands that Shaya punched in her datapad.

"Cool!" Mission said. "Just like Galaxy's Gate! Make him go right.... Make him go left! Make him do a flip."

"Dwwoooo-breeet!" admonished T3.

"Uh, sorry little guy," Mission said sheepishly.

"Right," Carth said, ignoring the exchange. "I'll load up the gas grenades."

Mission handed Carth the grenades. Hope was evident on her face, accompanied with a cheeky grin.

"Alright," Shaya said. "Here we go."

The droid whirred and spewed smoke as it made its way to the tunnel. Shaya followed the droid's progress on the datapad by following the input from the droid's photoreceptor. She kept punching in new coordinates on the fly, and the droid followed, until it bumped into something big.

"Whoops," Shaya said. "I think I just bumped into one of the pigs and... oh, crap it's hacking at me with the axe!"

Shaya frantically punched in new coordinates to make the droid ran away quickly.

"Go left there, go left!" Carth yelled in her ear as he watched over her shoulder.

"No, no, no! Right, right! That's where their lair is! Go right!" Mission yelled in her other ear.

"Dreeet! DEEET! DWOOOOTTT!" T3 exclaimed.

A strange electrical discharged could be heard from the datapad as the droid suddenly stopped moving, and the feed from the photoreceptor started to slowly go static.

"Oh, great job, guys," Shaya scowled. "Now I'm dead!"

Oinks and grunts could be heard from the tunnel, making it clear than the Gammoreans were investigating this strange droid intruder.

"The grenades, hit the grenades!" Carth said while he, Mission and Shaya tried to push the launch button at the same time. The three of them ended up sprawled over each other, all landing on top of the datapad. A huge puff of green gas exploded from the tunnels, followed by some anguished oinks.

T3 shook his head when he regarded the fleshies in front of him and rode towards the tunnel. Such odd creatures they were.

---

Mission kicked at the sleeping Gammorean chieftain for good measure. "Anyone for pork? I'd fancy a nice ham right about now."

"Not from green pigs, thank you very much," Shaya shook her head. The maintenance droid lay in pieces in front of her feet, damaged beyond repair.

"Dwoooooooo," said T3.

"Don't worry," Shaya said. "This droid died a long time ago."

A sharp pounding on the door broke their moment of triumph. Mission smiled. "That's Big Z. Hold on while I open the lock!"

While Carth guarded the hallway and Shaya nervously tried to keep a grip on her blaster, Mission and T3 worked on the lock. Under the nimble fingers of Mission and the welding torch of T3, the lock fell and the door opened with the shrill sounds of metal sliding over metal.

With a growl, the giant wookiee stepped through the door, letting out a Taris-shattering roar.

What followed next resembled a little girl cuddling her teddy-bear, though in this case, it was Mission choking Zaalbar in a rib-shattering hug.

"I'd never leave ya, buddy," Mission smiled.

Zaalbar let out a few suspicious growls.

"Oh, these are the friends that helped me," she said. "That's Carth, that's T3 and... hey, what's Shaya doing on the ground?"

Shaya's face was a visage of pain as she held her painful foot, her smoking blaster laying next to her. "I... s.s.s.s.s.shot myself..." she grimaced.

Carth blinked. "What?! How the hell did that happen?!"

"It was the roar," Shaya said. "It startled me and I accidentally pulled the trigger. Oh, crap, this hurts..."

Mission got out the medpac. "Looks like I get to return the favor. Oh, ouch, it looks like the blast went right through your foot. Let's get your boot off."

Zaalbar let out a few sheepish growls.

"It's okay, it's okay," Shaya said before Mission could respond. "You weren't the one who pulled the trigger."

"You understood that growly talk?!" Carth exclaimed.

"You don't?" Shaya blinked, but then grimaced as Mission gently removed her boot.

Zaalbar let out a few grunts again, crossing his arms as he looked at the fallen Gammoreans.

Mission spoke for Zaalbar. "Yeah, we'd better get going. Those piggies might wake up soon and, I just bet they'll be mad. We'll hide out in my place! I'll bring Shaya over in the swoopbike."

Zaalbar not-too-gently pushed Carth towards the exit.

"Hey, hey, a little gratitude, please," Carth said. "We just pulled your hairy butt out of the sling, fellah."

Zaalbar let out a huffy series of growls. Carth turned to Mission for a translation.

Mission shrugged. "He said 'what do you expect? A life-debt in the middle of the sewers among the sleeping pigs to complete strangers? I'm not that simple!'."

"Don't forget our stash!" Mission called back as Zaalbar gathered his bowcaster from the pile. "Oh, and steal the piggies' treasures while you're at it!"

-------

"Here we are, this is where Zaalbar and I live," Mission said as the group stood gathered on the higher levels, closer to the surface. Mission's swoop was parked in front of what looked like a small garage door, barely large enough to let through the swoopbike.

Carth shook his head. "All of us and the swoopbike? Look, kid, why don't you come with us to our nice big apartment."

"Because I live here," Mission offered Carth a cheeky grin.

"Give it a chance, Carth," Shaya said, her foot neatly wrapped in a kolto-patch, while T3 had welded her a make-shift set of metal crutches. "I'm not going any further. My foot hurts!"

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Mission said. "We never have guests over."

Zaalbar let out some gruff growls.

"Big Z, maybe if you'd be a little less gruff, we'd have more people coming in for a visit," Mission said.

Carth reached from the control panel to open the door for Mission's swoop, before Mission stopped him.

"Carth, careful!" she said. "I've got my own home-made alert system on there."

"Oh," Carth said. "I'm not worr..." he started to say before tendrils of electricity spiked across him. He ended up sprawled on the floor with his hair standing up.

The aquamarine twi'lek giggled while Zaalbar shook his head with disdain. "Yep," Mission said, "when will people stop underestimating me?"

"Ah," Carth got up and shook away the static charge in his hair. "Let's just take a cot in that tiny room of yours, then."

The door slid open and Mission slowly piloted her swoopbike inside. The first to comment on Mission's living arrangements was Carth : "By the Force, this is a palace!"

Mission's home was more than a little spacious. It was huge, wide and tall, and on the right side of the room were giant metal double doors. The home had all sorts of amenities : from the holovision to bio-bunkbeds, to a long couch and a hardly used workbench. Near the double doors was a recharge station for the swoopbike, and all across the room lay scavenged pieces of equipment gathered in big piles and boxes.

T3 whistled in appreciation.

"This used to be a starship hangar until it was scrapped. We sorta found this by accident and moved in. It's been abandoned for years, but everything's working, down to the doors. Sometimes, we'd like to put the doors on a crack when it's a sunny day, when the sun even reaches down here," Mission said. "There's two beds for you, I sleep over here. And Zaalbar here doesn't like the comfy pillows. Big hairy prefers his old moldy wicker mat."

Zaalbar growled.

"Sheesh, okay, okay, but remember just hard it was to find that damn thing," she scowled.

Zaalbar helped Shaya on one of the beds and sat down on his wicker mat, while T3 started to drive around the room to explore the room.

"Comfy?" asked Mission while she put a pillow underneath Shaya's foot.

"Alright, no more weapons for you, Shaya," Carth sighed.

"You should have let me have that wrench," Shaya grimaced.

"Actually, um, I have a little job for you, if you're feeling up to it," Carth strolled up to Shaya carrying a slightly charred metal box with some wires sticking from it. "We need a Republic coded reader to, well, see what's on this thing. Hopefully, it'll give us some clues to where we can find Bastila."

Shaya grunted and snatched the blackbox from Carth's hand. "Lemme guess, I have to build you one, right? Sure, sure, that's all I'm good for. Shaya the builder. I guess it beats shooting myself in the foot... and there's plenty of stuff here."

She leant to the nearest and highest pile of equipment from her bed, looking for components. Unfortunately, when she had found a piece she was going to start with, the vibrations caused a datapad to slide from the top of the pile and landed, corner-first, against her forehead. Shaya let out a sharp exclamation and buried her now aching head into her pillow.

"Wow," Mission said. "You're not exactly having a lucky day, have you?"

Shaya mere groaned, while Carth picked up the datapad. "What's this... 'Travels to the Promised Land'? Isn't this the pad those villagers were looking for?"

"And we had it here all along?!" Mission blinked. "No way!"

"Yes way," Carth said. "First you got the blackbox before us, and now you took away their pad before the villagers could find it."

"Uh, sorry," Mission smiled.

Shaya rubbed her forehead as she sat up. "Carth?" she asked. "Turn on the holovision."

"Why?" asked Carth.

"Just do it," Shaya said. "I'm... having a feeling."

Carth shrugged and switched on the news. Immediately, the logo of the Tarisian Hyperwave News Network emerged from the emitter. The newscaster read the standard 'this just in' speech and then the image switched to a video-feed from one of Taris' sattelites.

"Uh, Carth," Shaya said. "How many ships were circling this planet when the Endar Spire jumped in?"

Carth, transfixed by the images, managed to croak out the words 'five or six', but the blockade now consisted of hundreds of Sith ships of all sizes. The stars were almost blocked out by the ships passing the sattelite. Cruisers, destroyers, fighters, short-range bombers. All in the typical Sith design.

"I guess they really want this Bastila, huh?" Mission said and then pointed to one of the ships on the screen. "What's that really big one over there?"

"That's the Leviathan," Carth said with dread in his voice. "Malak's flagship. He's here, dammit, Malak is here."

Shaya grimaced. "More bad luck. Uh, that is a bad thing, right?"

Carth sighed. "We'd better find Bastila and get the hell off this rock fast."
 

Laska next! :D
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#2 Guest_Wyvern_*

Posted 12 July 2005 - 05:07 PM

To Shaya, it was obvious that Mission really was a kid, despite her claims otherwise. She was crying big tears and shook her shoulders with every breath, while Shaya was gingerly taking care of her wound.

Aww, that's kind of cute.

This was the first time Shaya'd actually touched a Twi'lek's lekku. Over the years, she'd been hearing odd stories about Twi'leks from her shipmates. Some said that Twi'leks could let their lekku fall off if pulled on, just like Antarian lizards do when threatened. Others said that lekku were muscular and could be used as a second set of limbs, and especially the females would be able to use their lekku to strangle men who'd accost them. Shaya now knew that these stories were false. Though there were muscles in Mission's lekku, these were more for subtle movements, but mostly to keep them in place... and the lekku certainly wouldn't fall off.

Those stories about the lekku are cleaner than most of the ones I've heard :D

"Are you kidding me?!" Carth said. "We've been chasing the pod's blackbox and you've had it all along?"

That's different from the game, can't wait to see what the blackbox shows.

"Okay," Shaya said. "This droid is but a shell. Its logic circuits and personality matrix have fried long ago. I can input simple commands in this datapad from a distance, but I can't let it do complex tasks anymore."

Much better than the game, those droids never seemed to go the right direction when I played.

"Go left there, go left!" Carth yelled in her ear as he watched over her shoulder.

"No, no, no! Right, right! That's where their lair is! Go right!" Mission yelled in her other ear.

"Dreeet! DEEET! DWOOOOTTT!" T3 exclaimed.

Pay no attention to the backseat drivers, Shaya :D

Shaya's face was a visage of pain as she held her painful foot, her smoking blaster laying next to her. "I... s.s.s.s.s.shot myself..." she grimaced.

ROTFL
(Don't let any republic officers know about that-I think shooting yourself is grounds for court-martial.)

Mission shrugged. "He said 'what do you expect? A life-debt in the middle of the sewers among the sleeping pigs to complete strangers? I'm not that simple!'."

Hee, your Zaalbar is already better than the game one.

Mission's home was more than a little spacious. It was huge, wide and tall, and on the right side of the room were giant metal double doors. The home had all sorts of amenities : from the holovision to bio-bunkbeds, to a long couch and a hardly used workbench. Near the double doors was a recharge station for the swoopbike, and all across the room lay scavenged pieces of equipment gathered in big piles and boxes.

resourceful little kid, shame it's all going to be destroyed.

Shaya grimaced. "More bad luck. Uh, that is a bad thing, right?"

She has to ask? Techies :D

#3 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 12 July 2005 - 05:44 PM

Heya, I'm back. The new Shaya took much longer than expected, thanks to a combo of GTA:SA and general heatwave induced laziness. :) But, now I'm back on track. :)


I hate heatwaves. :) We’re having one now.

Shaya was definitely no medic, but these new medpacs were basically idiot-proof. Just follow the instructions and everything would be fine. Shaya used a Kolto-spray to clean the wound and dull the pain, and was preparing a patch to cover the wound with.


Amazingly, Shaya didn’t end up injuring herself in the process! :D

This was the first time Shaya'd actually touched a Twi'lek's lekku. Over the years, she'd been hearing odd stories about Twi'leks from her shipmates. Some said that Twi'leks could let their lekku fall off if pulled on, just like Antarian lizards do when threatened. Others said that lekku were muscular and could be used as a second set of limbs, and especially the females would be able to use their lekku to strangle men who'd accost them. Shaya now knew that these stories were false. Though there were muscles in Mission's lekku, these were more for subtle movements, but mostly to keep them in place... and the lekku certainly wouldn't fall off.


Regardless of the official lekku-canon, I still say it looks silly. :D

"There, good as new," Shaya said while she looked at Mission. The patched lekku still hung limply from her head, unlike its neighbor. It gave Mission a slightly comical look, as if she was a fuzzy rabbit with one dangly ear.


LOL! Not very, ahum, dignified. :D

Mission spoke up again. "You were looking for the pods, right? Well, Big Z. and I got there long before Davik's goons and we got the best stuff."


I don’t think that ‘best stuff’ means Bastila, though. :D

Mission smiled. "Help me, help yourself."


"Breet-boop!" T3 said.


He said “Extortion!”, right? ;)

Mission seemed to know where she was going. She also seemed to be no stranger to blasters. She was carrying a small, but long-barrelled blaster. Less power, but more accuracy. Like Carth, she'd been around weapons for a long longer than Shaya had. Shaya looked down at her own blaster and saw that is was shaking in her hand. And with noise in the distance, it became a fight to merely keep the blaster from slipping out of her shaking hand.


:D You’d think that even a mind-wiped Revan would be competent at the basic stuff like that…

"Don't we have those gas grenades we snatched from the Sith Trooper?" Carth said. "Maybe we can stun the Gammoreans."


With gas grenades? Guys, I don’t think it’ll work – they probably don’t smell worse than the piggies already do. ;)

"Whoops," Shaya said. "I think I just bumped into one of the pigs and... oh, crap it's hacking at me with the axe!"


Lemme guess, she never was good at videogames, was she? :D

Mission kicked at the sleeping Gammorean chieftain for good measure. "Anyone for pork? I'd fancy a nice ham right about now."


Ewwww… you’d only get a bellyache from that piggy. ;)

"Dwoooooooo," said T3.


"Don't worry," Shaya said. "This droid died a long time ago."


It was an… undead driod! :D

Shaya's face was a visage of pain as she held her painful foot, her smoking blaster laying next to her. "I... s.s.s.s.s.shot myself..." she grimaced.


I should have known… :D

Wrench, quickly! ;)

Mission shrugged. "He said 'what do you expect? A life-debt in the middle of the sewers among the sleeping pigs to complete strangers? I'm not that simple!'."


Could have fooled me… :D

Though that life debt in the game never made any sense… I mean, if it’s so sacred as he makes it sound, he probably wouldn’t give it to any odd stranger, would he?

"Big Z, maybe if you'd be a little less gruff, we'd have more people coming in for a visit," Mission said.


That, and if he cleaned his teeth a little more often! ;)

The aquamarine twi'lek giggled while Zaalbar shook his head with disdain. "Yep," Mission said, "when will people underestimate me?"


Did you mean ‘stop underestimate’?

T3 whistled in appreciation.


Just how does a droid whistle, anyways?

"Alright, no more weapons for you, Shaya," Carth sighed.


"You should have let me have that wrench," Shaya grimaced.


*nods* He really should have… ;)

"Wow," Mission said. "You're not exactly having a lucky day, have you?"


Sounds like a pretty regular day for Shaya…

Shaya mere groaned, while Carth picked up the datapad. "What's this... 'Travels to the Promised Land'? Isn't this the pad those villagers were looking for?"


Well, Shaya’s misfortune is also the villager’s luck, I guess. :D

"Why?" asked Carth.


"Just do it," Shaya said. "I'm... having a feeling."


Carth: Is it that… time of month, again?

:)

"That's the Leviathan," Carth said with dread in his voice. "Malak's flagship. He's here, dammit, Malak is here."


You’ll get your chances to explore that ship later. ;)

Laska next! :D


W00t! Metaphysical bollocks, yay! ;)

#4 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 13 July 2005 - 12:36 AM

Heya, I'm back. The new Shaya took much longer than expected, thanks to a combo of GTA:SA and general heatwave induced laziness.


Geez. Seems like all of Europe's baking. It's been hot here in the N.E. U.S., though, too... ick...

Still working on SA, huh? I thought you'd already hit Las Venturas... that's pretty close to the end of the game... unless you're doing tons of side quests and what-not... (though, admittedly, they're worth doing.)

and was preparing a patch to cover the wound with.


Wonder if synthflesh has been invented yet.

Others said that lekku were muscular and could be used as a second set of limbs


Prehensile head-tails... (Snort) ;)

as if she was a fuzzy rabbit with one dangly ear.


That's frighteningly cute.

Shaya immediately felt embarrassed of finding an aspect of Mission's pain amusing and quickly suppressed the thought while cleaning away the medpac.


Awww, it's not so bad... I thought you shooting yourself in the foot was pretty hilarious. ;)

"They Gammoreans took down a wookiee. I don't fancy our chances much."


Where's Rogue Squadron when you need 'em? ;)

Mission and Zaalbar never had any trouble whatsoever... until now.


Well, sure... few things can handle a pissed-off Wookie.

Mission seemed to know where she was going. She also seemed to be no stranger to blasters. She was carrying a small, but long-barrelled blaster. Less power, but more accuracy.


Not sure it works that way with blasters. It works with firearms because longer barrels means more rifling and more time for said rifling to put the bullet into a tight spiral... (thus increasing range/accuracy)... not sure how much that would help when spitting hot plasma out the end.

...

:( I'm turning into UU. Shoot me now.

;)

And with noise in the distance, it became a fight to merely keep the blaster from slipping out of her shaking hand.


Maybe you should get her a "training blaster"... or maybe just a non-lethal dart gun or something. ;)

"Oh, great job, guys," Shaya scowled. "Now I'm dead!"


"Continue?! 10... 9... 8..."

"Please insert coin..."

:D

Oh, ouch, it looks like the blast went right through your foot.


Um... even with kolto, wouldn't that cripple her for life? :D

I'm not that simple!


Actually, that's kinda how the things are -supposed- to work. (Shrug) Case in point: Han Solo's walking past a couple of Imperials torturing some Wookie slaves. He gets pissed off, says a few words, and ends up "rescuing" one of those slaves. Bam. Life debt right there.

The aquamarine twi'lek giggled while Zaalbar shook his head with disdain. "Yep," Mission said, "when will people stop underestimating me?"


Harlequin: "About the same time they stop underestimating -me-..."

Raven: "You can't really blame them, you know..."

Harlequin: "Yes, I can... people always think - oooooooh! Shiny, red ball!"

Raven: "See what I mean?"

Shaya grimaced. "More bad luck. Uh, that is a bad thing, right?"


Just gimme an X-wing. I'll see what I can do. :)

#5 Laufey

Posted 14 July 2005 - 10:48 AM

Heya, I'm back. The new Shaya took much longer than expected, thanks to a combo of GTA:SA and general heatwave induced laziness. :) But, now I'm back on track. :)


Know the feeling...I'm so tired I can barely think. :)


This was the first time Shaya'd actually touched a Twi'lek's lekku. Over the years, she'd been hearing odd stories about Twi'leks from her shipmates. Some said that Twi'leks could let their lekku fall off if pulled on, just like Antarian lizards do when threatened. Others said that lekku were muscular and could be used as a second set of limbs, and especially the females would be able to use their lekku to strangle men who'd accost them. Shaya now knew that these stories were false. Though there were muscles in Mission's lekku, these were more for subtle movements, but mostly to keep them in place... and the lekku certainly wouldn't fall off.


So...what *are* they for, anyway? Is it known?


Mission let the tip of her boot scrape over the dirt, causing little gusts of dust. "Uh, well, Big Z and I were trying to look for loot in the sewers and we kinda stumbled across some Gammoreans. No sweat, we thought, cause we took care of some piggies before. But this time... We were jumped. They took our loot and they took Big Z. They're gonna sell him into slavery! We gotta help him!"


She always reminds me of Imoen. :)


"Okay," Shaya said. "This droid is but a shell. Its logic circuits and personality matrix have fried long ago. I can input simple commands in this datapad from a distance, but I can't let it do complex tasks anymore."


The droid followed the commands that Shaya punched in her datapad.


"Cool!" Mission said. "Just like Galaxy's Gate! Make him go right.... Make him go left! Make him do a flip."


Now unleash a special attack! :)


"Go left there, go left!" Carth yelled in her ear as he watched over her shoulder.


"No, no, no! Right, right! That's where their lair is! Go right!" Mission yelled in her other ear.


"Dreeet! DEEET! DWOOOOTTT!" T3 exclaimed.


Sheesh...backseat players. :shock:

A strange electrical discharged could be heard from the datapad as the droid suddenly stopped moving, and the feed from the photoreceptor started to slowly go static.


"Oh, great job, guys," Shaya scowled. "Now I'm dead!"


:shock:


Shaya's face was a visage of pain as she held her painful foot, her smoking blaster laying next to her. "I... s.s.s.s.s.shot myself..." she grimaced.


Carth blinked. "What?! How the hell did that happen?!"


"It was the roar," Shaya said. "It startled me and I accidentally pulled the trigger. Oh, crap, this hurts..."


Oh dear...imagine what she will do with a lightsaber. :)


Zaalbar let out a huffy series of growls. Carth turned to Mission for a translation.


Mission shrugged. "He said 'what do you expect? A life-debt in the middle of the sewers among the sleeping pigs to complete strangers? I'm not that simple!'."


LOL! Oh yes...that particular part of the game never made much sense to me.


"Oh," Carth said. "I'm not worr..." he started to say before tendrils of electricity spiked across him. He ended up sprawled on the floor with his hair standing up.


Poor Carth. :)

"And we had it here all along?!" Mission blinked. "No way!"


Convenient. :)


"That's the Leviathan," Carth said with dread in his voice. "Malak's flagship. He's here, dammit, Malak is here."


Shaya grimaced. "More bad luck. Uh, that is a bad thing, right?"


Very, very bad thing...
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#6 Weyoun

Posted 17 July 2005 - 11:44 PM

To Shaya, it was obvious that Mission really was a kid, despite her claims otherwise. She was crying big tears and shook her shoulders with every breath, while Shaya was gingerly taking care of her wound.

Aww, that's kind of cute.


It's just like fixing up a machine. ;)

This was the first time Shaya'd actually touched a Twi'lek's lekku. Over the years, she'd been hearing odd stories about Twi'leks from her shipmates. Some said that Twi'leks could let their lekku fall off if pulled on, just like Antarian lizards do when threatened. Others said that lekku were muscular and could be used as a second set of limbs, and especially the females would be able to use their lekku to strangle men who'd accost them. Shaya now knew that these stories were false. Though there were muscles in Mission's lekku, these were more for subtle movements, but mostly to keep them in place... and the lekku certainly wouldn't fall off.

Those stories about the lekku are cleaner than most of the ones I've heard ;)


Hey, Mission's only 14, after all. Had to keep it clean. ;)

"Are you kidding me?!" Carth said. "We've been chasing the pod's blackbox and you've had it all along?"

That's different from the game, can't wait to see what the blackbox shows.


:) Wait for it. :roll:

"Okay," Shaya said. "This droid is but a shell. Its logic circuits and personality matrix have fried long ago. I can input simple commands in this datapad from a distance, but I can't let it do complex tasks anymore."

Much better than the game, those droids never seemed to go the right direction when I played.


I figured I'd better give Shaya some more direct control. ;)

"Go left there, go left!" Carth yelled in her ear as he watched over her shoulder.


"No, no, no! Right, right! That's where their lair is! Go right!" Mission yelled in her other ear.


"Dreeet! DEEET! DWOOOOTTT!" T3 exclaimed.

Pay no attention to the backseat drivers, Shaya :)


LOL! Or backseat game players. ;)

Shaya's face was a visage of pain as she held her painful foot, her smoking blaster laying next to her. "I... s.s.s.s.s.shot myself..." she grimaced.

ROTFL
(Don't let any republic officers know about that-I think shooting yourself is grounds for court-martial.)


LOL! Not if it's unintentional. :)

Mission shrugged. "He said 'what do you expect? A life-debt in the middle of the sewers among the sleeping pigs to complete strangers? I'm not that simple!'."

Hee, your Zaalbar is already better than the game one.


Thanks!

Mission's home was more than a little spacious. It was huge, wide and tall, and on the right side of the room were giant metal double doors. The home had all sorts of amenities : from the holovision to bio-bunkbeds, to a long couch and a hardly used workbench. Near the double doors was a recharge station for the swoopbike, and all across the room lay scavenged pieces of equipment gathered in big piles and boxes.

resourceful little kid, shame it's all going to be destroyed.


Sssshhh, she doesn't know yet... :)

Shaya grimaced. "More bad luck. Uh, that is a bad thing, right?"

She has to ask? Techies :)


Can't live without them. :)
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#7 Weyoun

Posted 17 July 2005 - 11:50 PM

I hate heatwaves. :) We’re having one now.


They suck, don't they. :D

Amazingly, Shaya didn’t end up injuring herself in the process! :D


Don't speak so hasty. :D

Regardless of the official lekku-canon, I still say it looks silly. :)


In the movies, they look sillier. :)


"There, good as new," Shaya said while she looked at Mission. The patched lekku still hung limply from her head, unlike its neighbor. It gave Mission a slightly comical look, as if she was a fuzzy rabbit with one dangly ear.


LOL! Not very, ahum, dignified. :)


Heheheheh, cute image, though, ey?

I don’t think that ‘best stuff’ means Bastila, though. :)


I don't think Bastila counts as 'best stuff' anyway. :)

He said “Extortion!”, right? :)


Something like that. :)

Mission seemed to know where she was going. She also seemed to be no stranger to blasters. She was carrying a small, but long-barrelled blaster. Less power, but more accuracy. Like Carth, she'd been around weapons for a long longer than Shaya had. Shaya looked down at her own blaster and saw that is was shaking in her hand. And with noise in the distance, it became a fight to merely keep the blaster from slipping out of her shaking hand.


;) You’d think that even a mind-wiped Revan would be competent at the basic stuff like that…


If Revan never touched a blaster in her life, she wouldn't be very competent at it either. :)

With gas grenades? Guys, I don’t think it’ll work – they probably don’t smell worse than the piggies already do. :)


LOL! I do bet they have a potent odor. :)

Lemme guess, she never was good at videogames, was she? ;)


Actually, she is... she doesn't do well when people are shouting next to her, though.

Ewwww… you’d only get a bellyache from that piggy. :)


:)

I should have known… ;)


Wrench, quickly! :)


LOL! She'll be better with lightsabers... I hope. :roll:

Did you mean ‘stop underestimate’?


Whups. ;) Fixed!

Just how does a droid whistle, anyways?


By mimicking the sound with his vocabulator. :)


"Wow," Mission said. "You're not exactly having a lucky day, have you?"


Sounds like a pretty regular day for Shaya…


Pretty much. :)

Carth: Is it that… time of month, again?


:)


That's a slappable offense, there. :D


"That's the Leviathan," Carth said with dread in his voice. "Malak's flagship. He's here, dammit, Malak is here."


You’ll get your chances to explore that ship later. :?


Hopefully when she's gained some weapons-training.


Laska next! :D


W00t! Metaphysical bollocks, yay! :D


;)
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#8 Weyoun

Posted 17 July 2005 - 11:58 PM

Geez. Seems like all of Europe's baking. It's been hot here in the N.E. U.S., though, too... ick...


It's been somewhat better today, but tomorrow it'll be another day of crappy heat.

Still working on SA, huh? I thought you'd already hit Las Venturas... that's pretty close to the end of the game... unless you're doing tons of side quests and what-not... (though, admittedly, they're worth doing.)


Actually, I've just started my third play-through now. ;) I just can't get enough of all those fun missions. Can't be bothered to look for oysters, tags and the like, to be honest. Though just driving/flying around with the Hydra is great fun.

Wonder if synthflesh has been invented yet.


Well, they seem to have everything else there was in the movies... Well, except for shielding for ships.

Prehensile head-tails... (Snort) :)


;)

as if she was a fuzzy rabbit with one dangly ear.


That's frighteningly cute.


That's Mission in a simple description. :)

Awww, it's not so bad... I thought you shooting yourself in the foot was pretty hilarious. :)


Shaya : *tries to look angry and menacing... it fails completely*

Where's Rogue Squadron when you need 'em? :)


Not born yet for another 4000 years. ;)

Not sure it works that way with blasters. It works with firearms because longer barrels means more rifling and more time for said rifling to put the bullet into a tight spiral... (thus increasing range/accuracy)... not sure how much that would help when spitting hot plasma out the end.


...


:) I'm turning into UU. Shoot me now.


;)


LOL! Dunno, it makes sense to me.

Where is UU hanging around, anyway? On holidays, perhaps. Trying to get away from heatwave stricken Seattle?

Maybe you should get her a "training blaster"... or maybe just a non-lethal dart gun or something. :)


Or just a supersoaker. :)

Um... even with kolto, wouldn't that cripple her for life? :roll:


Not if it didn't go through the bone... Narrow beam and such. I once trod on a nail that went all the way through my foot and I'm still walking perfectly. And it wasn't a tiny nail, I can tell you that. ;)

Harlequin: "About the same time they stop underestimating -me-..."


Raven: "You can't really blame them, you know..."


Harlequin: "Yes, I can... people always think - oooooooh! Shiny, red ball!"


Raven: "See what I mean?"


LOL! Shiny red ball indeed. :)

Just gimme an X-wing. I'll see what I can do. :)


I'd rather have the Ebon Hawk. Less cramped. :)
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#9 Weyoun

Posted 18 July 2005 - 12:01 AM

Know the feeling...I'm so tired I can barely think. :)


Yikes. That doesn;t sound good. Heatwave in Icewind Dale?

So...what *are* they for, anyway? Is it known?


It's for communication. The Twi'lek language is a mix of sounds and very subtle movements of their head-tails. Apparently, it's very hard for non twi'lek's to learn because the movements are so minute.

She always reminds me of Imoen. ;)


Well, they're both chronically cute. ;)

Now unleash a special attack! :)


Triple Death Toe Jam Uppercut! :)

Sheesh...backseat players. :roll:


:)

Oh dear...imagine what she will do with a lightsaber. ;)


I hope she'll train well. :)

LOL! Oh yes...that particular part of the game never made much sense to me.


Zaalbar is a little more gruff this game around. ;)

Convenient. :)


Saves me some time. ;)

Very, very bad thing...


Things won't get better anytime soon. :)
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#10 Guest_Jeannette_*

Posted 22 July 2005 - 05:40 AM

[quote][quote name="Weyoun"]Heya, I'm back. The new Shaya took much longer than expected, thanks to a combo of GTA:SA and general heatwave induced laziness. :evil: But, now I'm back on track. :)[/quote]

Hey -- got home from school tonight and was delighted to see what I'd been missing! Another Shaya chapter. :D

[quote]Shaya's face was a visage of pain as she held her painful foot, her smoking blaster laying next to her. "I... s.s.s.s.s.shot myself..." she grimaced.[/quote]

All I can say is that I hope the girl ends up with a helluva lot of powerful Force powers because she's clearly not going to be able to survive much less fight Malak with actual weapons! :twisted:

[quote]"That's the Leviathan," Carth said with dread in his voice. "Malak's flagship. He's here, dammit, Malak is here."[/quote]

Hmmm... and here I thought he'd be happy to see Saul Karanth... :evil:

I like Mission the way you're writing her. She's clearly able to take care of herself. Her homemade security system was great!

j.

#11 Weyoun

Posted 22 July 2005 - 08:11 PM

Hey -- got home from school tonight and was delighted to see what I'd been missing! Another Shaya chapter. :oops:


Ah, glad you're enjoying it! Uh, still at school? Isn't it summer recess time already?

All I can say is that I hope the girl ends up with a helluva lot of powerful Force powers because she's clearly not going to be able to survive much less fight Malak with actual weapons! :twisted:


LOL! Depends on the weapon, really. :twisted: Besides, she'll grow a lot during this serial.

Hmmm... and here I thought he'd be happy to see Saul Karanth... :twisted:


Who would be? :twisted: He's not exactly the most popular person in the SW universe. :twisted:

I like Mission the way you're writing her. She's clearly able to take care of herself. Her homemade security system was great!


Mission'll be the soul of this party. She's more than capable of taking care of herself, and a magnet for a whole lot of trouble. :twisted:

j.


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#12 Guest_Jeannette_*

Posted 23 July 2005 - 06:17 PM

[quote][quote name="Weyoun"][quote]
Hey -- got home from school tonight and was delighted to see what I'd been missing! Another Shaya chapter. :oops:
[/quote]

Ah, glad you're enjoying it! Uh, still at school? Isn't it summer recess time already?[/quote]

Well traditional summer is underway but I'm enrolled in my uni's summer quarter since I needed to take some prerequisites to some of my fall classes. So no time off for me!

j.




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