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  1. Arcata's eyes flicked from the direction she heard Aurora's voice in back to the guard. There was just a second, where he was weighing her words but hadn't made a decision. Just a second where she might be able to undo the damage. She needed a point of leverage. There. On his left sleeve, a red stripe with a black mark shaped like an arc with sharp projections inward. A styled fanged maw, gaping wide. Somehow, out of somewhere in the back of her head, two words came to her. Rabid Rancors. With the words came a slurry of information. Swoop gang. Nar Shadda. Arcata was dimly alarmed that she had no idea why she had such detailed recollections of a minor swoop gang so readily memorized, but in this case it was useful. She remembered they were bitter rivals with the far larger and richer Black Vulkars gang. "Gavin, pay attention!" she shouted angrily. "I want you to take note of this." She then got near the forcefield and directed her voice in Aurora's direction. "Whoever you are over there, you've made a very bad decision crossing me! One word from me to the rest of the Black Vulkars, and you'll never have safe berth anywhere in this arm of the galaxy! There's no outrunning us!" Inwardly she tensed, subconsciously trying to prepare for the incoming blaster bolt, even though she knew it wouldn't make a difference. All Operatives were subjected to stun bolts during training and remembered very well how it felt. She also knew from experience that there were a lot of variables. It wasn't impossible that she'd get lucky... Hopefully Gavin would listen to her and break out of his funk...and if not, hopefully she could fend this ganger off. Thin hopes, but much better than none.
  2. Arcata listened quietly, weighing the chances. If he stunned someone and entered the cell, he'd have to operate the force field. Which would mean Gavin would see how it was done, and might be able to use one of his 'jedi tricks' to do it again. But only if he wasn't the one getting stunned. Damnit. "No, clearly not," Arcata said after the mercenary. "You wouldn't bother with threatening if you were. Coddling prisoners isn't the Imperial way...I wonder why not? Oh yes. Because threats telegraph weakness. Especially ones that aren't followed up on. They put you in the awkward position of having to take the risk of carrying the threat out, or losing all credibility." She smirked. "Which is it for you, I wonder?" You'd better be paying attention, Gavin.
  3. "Is that what you recall?" Arcata replied dryly. "You're omitting the 'watch our flanks to make sure no one surprises us' part...which is, somewhat ironically, no surprise at all." Her head had mostly cleared by then, and she stood up in her cell to get a better look around. The force field barriers did imply that this might not be an Imperial facility. Perhaps something captured, or repurposed? The bedraggled corpse of the Empire sometimes had to settle for what it could get. It might not be to Imperial standards of security then. She shut her eyes and focused on the sounds in this detention block. In particular, if she could hear the thrumming of engines underneath the various people speaking. Knowing if this was a spacecraft early on would be important for when they escaped the cells. It would determine their next step, and there wouldn't be time to dither about it then and there. As for how to escape the cells...she was working on that. In an ideal world, they could coordinate, and Gavin or someone else who could use the Force could manipulate the controls at a distance. Then they'd rush the guard and knock him out before he could react. That was very unlikely to be the world she lived in though. Coordinating that maneuver without the guard realizing it...not easy.
  4. "There is no Empire anymore, you colossal imbecile," Arcata gritted as she forced her complaining muscles to haul her into a sitting position. Standing would be better, but she wasn't quite ready to risk the embarrassment of trying and falling down. "You think capturing us qualifies as a victory? We're not remotely the ones you should be concerned with." "A handful of Star Destroyers and a few military middle-managers squabbling over turf does not an Empire make." Arcata shakes her head. "You should surrender to the Republic while you still have a chance. They're still gathering strength now, they might listen. As more and more worlds join, they'll be less interested in consolidating influence, and more interested in crushing their opposition."
  5. Arcata Kadir Species: Human Gender: Female Age: 27 Height: 5'10” Weight: 137lbs Physical Description: Arcata is a little tall for a human female, dark haired and eyed, with skin just slightly tan in shade. Her hair, once cropped to Imperial regulations has grown out a little, and she has an unconscious habit of tugging at it. She is fastidiously clean and keeps her clothes neat and organized, with none of the rumpling or random accessorization that's so commonplace with the fringers she finds herself associating with these days. Personality: Unless playing a 'role' of some kind for an investigation, Arcata is the epitome of Imperial highborns in personality. Courteous to her peers and snarky to those who are beneath her, only distantly emotional, valuing order and predictability. She has adjusted to her time away from the Empire though and become more accepting of other kinds of people and other ideas, even if she still can't help feeling that spontaneity and wearing one's heart on one's sleeve is rather childish and embarrassing. Capsule Background: It feels like a long time ago that Arcata was last on Coruscant. A member of a wealthy and privileged family, she had her choice of education and all but guaranteed posting afterwards. She chose the field of Intelligence, and though was in a position to benefit from corruption and nepotism, in her case it wasn't needed. She had a gift for the work. A sharp, perceptive mind that took in details and found patterns in the slightest traces...along with a steady hand and aim that made her top of the class in blaster marksmanship, Arcata was groomed early on for her eventual placement in the ISB. There she would become a ruthless enforcer of the Emperor's will... ...or should have. Those same qualities that made her a good agent though, started working against her once in the ISB. She saw troubling things there. Things that made her question whether the Bureau had the best interests of the people of the Empire at heart, or was just out to aggrandize itself. The more she pried, the more she realized how deeply corrupt the agency was, until she could no longer in conscience proceed with it. Early on Arcata held the belief that the agency and some others in the vast Imperial bureaucracy were simply 'rogues,' who were bad actors in an otherwise efficient and good government. She went underground to try to discover more details, with the intent of making a full report to the Emperor himself...if need be...once she had the proof she needed. Outside of the Empire though, Arcata was confronted with the other side of the story that she'd thought she'd known. Eventually she could no longer pretend that the Empire was simply being perverted by selfish and cruel bureaucrats. The evil flowed from the top. The whole thing was rotten. Though deeply conflicted about the Rebellion's tactics, she joined the fight on their side. Her inside knowledge were useful to the cause more than once, and she was on the moon of Yavin when the Death Star came for it. Though Arcata understood the need for its destruction, the death of all those Imperial citizens...most of whom didn't understand the larger cost of their actions...was devastating to her. She distanced herself from the Rebellion as it transitioned to a new Republic, devoting herself to trying to hunt down what was left of the Empire and finding ways to remove it from power with as little collateral damage as possible. Objectives: Arcata recognizes now that, despite her misgivings, the Empire must fall. There's no second thoughts, no room for negotiation. Her own survival depends on it, as well as the well being of everyone in the galaxy. The longer the Imperial Remnants hold on, the worse and more bloody the transition to the Republic will be. She is 'all-in' on attempting to undo the last straws of power the Empire clutches to finish what she started when she defected.
  6. Thanks for running this Nina. Sorry it didn't pan out, but I was loving it while it lasted. Savage Worlds and transhumanistic space opera is a delicious combination. Hope we can do something like this again sometime.
  7. Maverick stared at her little drone buddy for a second, creating the program for it to follow even as she lamented its loss. Buzzy was dead, long live Buzzy Mk2. Once she got the payday from this. Her esper swarm tightened around the antimatter pods and swept them ahead of her up the corridor as she whirled to flee, following in Volkov's footsteps. It was actually a little surprising that she hadn't put up more of a fight...maybe there was hope for her yet. (OOC - Details. Buzzy will set off the antimatter in the pod on receipt of an encrypted signal from Maverick)
  8. Anna glanced over at Madeline as she already started opening the hatch again and getting pods out to transfer to the other ship. "You know...maybe...I have another idea for that right now. Hold on." She summoned her Esper Swarm again, a black mist pouring from her forearms, and set them to engulf the antimatter pods...pulling them into a bundle and surrounding them. "Buzzy." Her little wasp drone flitted over. Anna took a deep breath. "Okay, Volkov. I'm thinking we give my friend here that pod. We all fly away. Right about when those spider monster things reach the ship, I send Buzzy a signal and he pokes a leg into that containment field. Insane or awesome? Or both? I'm thinking both."
  9. "I saw it, just now," Anna replied testily. "I knew there was supposed to be 'volatile cargo' on board. I did not know it was antimatter." She reaches up to the bulkhead and starts trying to pull the panel that banged open back into place. "Look around for the cap for that, yeah? Leaving the containment field open is asking for trouble. If we can't find it, we'll want to jettison it or something." Finally Anna looked back and shrugged. "I don't have guarantees, but I will say this...the guy who hired me to do this isn't a terrorist or arms dealer or anything. Apostate communities in space habs or migrant convoys need antimatter to stay alive, and they don't have Cipriani making it for them wholesale. They have to take what they can get." She shakes her head. "Apostates aren't waging war on the Coalition. They're just trying to squeak by. Besides, if you take me out you'll still have to deal with the captain and his daughter. You going to take them out too?"
  10. A long exhalation escaped Anna as she carefully pushed up off the floor and tried to get herself stabilized. "RIght. Now." She nodded at the cylinder. "That's antimatter. The glow is the containment field. Don't drop it. Anything made from matter pokes into that field, or the pod loses power...pow." She looked up into the area behind the bulkhead and nodded. "And those are also antimatter. Pods are still closed on them at least. Help me get this panel closed so they don't flying all over if we start tumbling again."
  11. "Okay," said Anna, her voice filled with unnatural calm that she didn't feel. As if by speaking in a low tone, she could convince the incredibly dangerous material not to explode. "Okay. Madeline? I need you to stay focused right now, and not panic. Cannot emphasize that enough. Now is not panic time." She pointed 'up' at the cable and the cylinder. "I need you to...carefully...get a hold of that thing and keep it secure. Don't touch the blue glow. Don't let anything else touch the blue glow. I will explain after you have done it."
  12. "Wha...hell yeah I can move," Anna replied woozily. She shaded her eyes and squinted up at Maddie. "...I'm moving now. Spinning. Ugh. Tell...captain to stop spinning the ship." Despite her dazed condition, she managed to roll onto her side and start to unsteadily pick herself up.
  13. "Oh I'm done. Chuck it out at your leisure. Might be good to download its memory and instructions first, but we'll need the captain's okay on that. I don't have anywhere to put that much data on me." The ship shuddered, and Anna quickly took hold of one of the bulkheads. "This might not be the best time to ask though."
  14. Maverick shrugged. "It's dead. Justice is served as far as I'm concerned. Though..." She hunkered down over the 'body,' and poked at it, frowning. For a moment Anna looked back up at the nearby bulkhead, then back at the synth. "You know, this thing didn't have a mindset, but...yeah. This plating here came from the Ginger Snap. It's the same metal." Anna leaned forward and pulled the sensor cluster of the thing's 'head' to the left, exposing a deep set of scratches in its chassis. "This is the same one as before. The one you said you killed. It's not a different one...it came back on, repaired itself with stuff from the ship."
  15. "Looks like the derelict had a stowaway that Jericho missed, and got onto this ship..." Maverick paused to let the gunshots go off, making a mental note that Volkov took the lesson of 'being sure' very...very...seriously. "...or if you mean why did it suddenly stop moving and just let you shoot it, that was me." She wiggled her fingertips, waving hello. "I cracked its security and locked it in a diagnostic loop at what might charitably be called an inopportune moment." The black fog of her esper swarm clustered around her arms again, and vanished into the tiny ports built into them. "I, uh, think you got it. Lets pull the brainbox and see what we can salvage."
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