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(ooc: Attempting to get my character involved in the storyline and up to speed.)

Of all the places he had to land, was in a place he didn't know about. Of course, the lack of knowledge he had was the primary cause of his troubles, since now he had a small group of smugglers after him. Apparently, sneaking aboard their ship and discovering their trade cargo was actually a bad thing (not to mention they thought he was with the Jedi order). "Damn lightsabers." He thought as an orange light hummed through the hallway deflecting single blaster shots one at a time.

He wasn't exactly sure where he was, all he knew was that he was in a shuttle bay and being chased by a few smugglers. A cry of pain came from one of the smugglers as he fell to the floor cringing his knee; the product of a lucky deflection hitting one of them. His soresu style was not skilled enough to direct blaster shots at the appropriate target, but that doesn't mean he couldn't get lucky.

He felt a slight thud against his back as the steel wall prevented him from his continued escape. "Great, a dead end." He took a deep breath and exhaled as he let the force flow through him. He had to remain calm, he had to focus. Patience was the key word. Gathering the force around his left hand he extended his hand forward, palm facing the group of smugglers. Despite his level, he knew enough of telekinesis to send one of the figures flying back a few feet using force push. Immediately after he barely dodged a blaster bolt as he stumbled into the wall on his right.

With another deep breath he ran forward, deflecting as many blaster bolts as he could. He could hear the bolts burn the steel walls as he deflected them poorly with his lightsaber, approaching the closest smuggler. Using the orange lightsaber to deflect a close blaster bolt, he used the force to bring his other lightsaber to his left hand. Another hum could be heard as a silver beam came to life, and in a swift and continued motion, sliced off the man's blaster hand as both the blaster and the hand fell to the floor.

Continuing his motion, Paul kicked the man backwards, and then using the force sent one of the smugglers backwards hitting them against the wall. He watched as the one he sent backwards earlier, began getting up, and more footsteps could be heard approaching. If he were to stay here, he'd be overwhelmed, and that was a bad thing. With both lightsabers now turned off, Paul took off running, making a right into a hallway before the dead end.

Passing a door he quickly ignited his lightsaber and he jammed the orange beam into the control panel, and watched as the door slammed shut. It would be a while before the smugglers could attempt to get the door open, but for now he was safe.

"Well, that was close."

He said to himself as he placed the lightsabers back at his side and began to walk the halls. He needed to find a way out of here...somehow.
 

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She had to run.

It had been hard at first. To leave behind CARD and strike out on her own, far outside the armored hulls of the research ships she had once called home - it had been frightening a frightening prospect when she had hatched her escape plan, but now that she was actually free, the full terror of her decision had struck her. Outside the safety net once provided by CARD's omnipresent security force and its hoards of relentless cyborgs, the girl was finally discovering just how dangerous the world really was.

A week had passed since her escape. She had taken a complete assault infantry kit from one of the corporate armories, along with the kit's standard light assault rifle and a T-91 pistol. The kit, with a little help from a voice changer she installed in the kit's face mask, rendered her anonymous - it had been only too easy to just walk out of her quarters and right into a departing dropship. From there, she kicked back and waited until the ship touched down on some heavily urbanized world - Coruscant, maybe. The moment she was able to get off the dropship, she booked it for the nearest private spaceport. She found a transport there. A quick check-in with the spaceport supervisor revealed that the ship's flightplan took it towards the mid-rim. Its destination couldn't have been more perfect; CARD seemed to like sticking to the galactic core. The mid-rim would be safe from their agents, or so she hoped.

The armored girl waited perhaps an hour before sneaking into the ship and working her way into the vents, where she curled up and waited. Aside from a few fits of claustrophobia and her recurring fear of dark spaces, she was fine - she'd even managed to nod off in a particularly spacious section of the air ducts, where several vents joined together to create a more open region. The ship took off, with the female snoozing right through takeoff. The girl remained out of it for several hours, waking only when the whining thump of blasters began to reverberate throughout the ducts.

She all but flew to her hands and knees as the first blasts echoed through the metal walls of the vents. By the tenth blast, she was frantically scampering away from the hub in which she had hid. A thousand fears went racing through her mind, first and foremost of which was the notion that CARD had somehow tracked her and were boarding the ship to take her back. The company had made her kill her own Grandpa, they had made her live in captivity since the day she was born; she wouldn't go back. She couldn't go back.

Naomi forced herself to take a deep breath and calm her nerves. If it was CARD on her tail and not a random fight amongst the crew, she'd need to be thinking clearly, not panicking. She pulled her headshroud, mask, and helmet back on, sealed her mask and shroud with the undersuit worn under her stolen uniform, then began to crawl through the ducts. It wasn't long until she was sliding through an increasingly narrow duct that, much to her chagrin, ended in a grate opening up just a few meters beyond a doorway - the same doorway that had just been sealed by the 'Jedi' running amok through the ship.

Seeing no alternative, Naomi braced her shoulders against the roof of the duct, then planted both gloved hands on the grate. She pushed with all her might. To her surprise, the flimsy grate popped out, and before she could try to catch herself, she fell through the rather large hole it left behind. The hybrid feline fell to the floor in a heap just a short ways behind that 'Jedi'. She landed flat on her back. The impact knocked the wind out of the disguised feline, causing her to cough and wheeze as she struggled to catch her breath. "I... Really hate vents," she groaned, her voice changer still operating at more or less full capacity. To the Jedi's ears, her voice would sound metallic, but distinctly masculine.

Blessedly unaware of her proximity to a stranger, aside from a strange and indescribable tingling sensation the Force-sensitive felt thanks to her proximity to a Force User, she began to prop herself up with one arm while checking over her armor and gear to make sure everything was still in its place. She'd be in a bad way if CARD showed up and she didn't have at least a pistol to keep them at bay with.
 

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(ooc: Oh noes...my thread :CShock.)

He sighed as he took a few steps forward, attempting to catch his breath. It had been a while since he took part in combat and really, the lack of sleep was starting to catch up with him.

"So much for that rest in the cargo bay huh?"

Paul said to himself as he stretched his arms out. There were two things he desperately needed to do at this moment: one, find a way off this ship and a ride to the nearest town, village, city, etc. The second objective was then to find a place to eat, use the bathroom, and sleep. With a slight chuckle he smiled as he took a deep breath and exhaled, keeping himself calm.

With another deep breath he closed his eyes while he attempted to use the force to feel his surroundings as his master had taught him to. Focus and calm was the two key words he remembered as he let the force flow through him, listening to the sounds of the ship. Of course, he would feel a shift in the force as he felt another presence near him, which within seconds a 'thud' would accompany the felt presence.

Instinct guided him as his lightsaber flew to his right hand and the orange beam once again ignited into life. His eyes opened as he spun around to see the intruder, his first thoughts being that one of the smugglers managed to find a way into the room. His right foot was placed backwards with his left foot forward. The ignited lightsaber was held diagonally to deflect any incoming blaster bolts while his left hand was near his other lightsaber, just in case.

Taking a deep breath he studied the new figure that appeared, unfortunately all it wore was heavy armor, or so it seemed. Armor meant trouble seeing as it would probably take more than one deflected blaster bolt to pierce through the armor, though his lightsaber could easily tear through it...hopefully. Still, from what he gathered, this person was a force sensitive. If only he wasn't a padawan (as his former master called him), he'd be a lot better at this force thing.

"Who are you? Why exactly are you following me?"

Paul asked calmly while he relaxed his defense slightly, but still kept an eye out on the figure. "It sounds mechanical...could it be a droid? Though it could be a human...or maybe a bounty hunter. Hmm, perhaps a friendly?" If this person meant no harm, then there was no reason to attack. It just meant that it would be an ally to help escape out of this retched place. Still, it could be a trap...a deadly trap. His left hand still stayed near the lightsaber at his side.
 

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The snap-hiss of an igniting lightsaber filled Naomi's ears as the sound filtered through her helmet's speakers. Her heart skipped a beat - her armor was good against bullets and blasters, not a blade made from magnetically contained plasma! The feline pushed herself into a rough sitting position, then rolled onto one knee, bending her other leg up to push herself up. She tilted her head up, staring at the Force user though the amber lenses of her mask.

He was bigger than she was - far bigger. He would be vastly stronger than her, not to mention that he had the advantage of possessing greater reach. Ordinarily, she would have the advantage of speed and flexibility, but her more agile qualities were wholly negated by the heavy armor she wore. On the other hand, he had a sword, and she had an automatic weapon. If he attacked, she was fairly confident she'd have the upper hand; he'd be very hard pressed to dodge a hail of high-velocity bullets, after all, and his lightsaber would be useless against projectiles. It was her hope, however, that she wouldn't have to find out who would prevail in a fight. She wanted to run away - not fight.

As she forced herself to her feet, he demanded to know why she was following him. Her ears tried to flatten inside her helmet. She was going to have to lie - she definitely couldn't tell the truth! If she did, there'd be a witness who could positively confirm that she'd been aboard that ship, and that would be the beginning of a trail that CARD could track. She'd have to lie. She felt that she had no choice in the matter.

"My name is, uh..." She paused, fiddling with the collar of the flack jacket worn underneath her armored vest and simultaneously clearing her throat. She continued, trying to make her voice sound a little huskier this time 'round, with very marginal success - the teen would probably see right through her attempt at further masking her voice, as it sounded chipper and energetic as ever. "Ahem, er, my name is Vash! Vash the Stampede! That's right - I'm the infamous billion double dollar man! So you'd better be careful, or I might have to get rough!" As she spoke, she held out her right hand and stuck her forefinger up, waggling it warningly at the Jedi.

She planted her hands on her hips a second later and puffed up her chest and tilted her head back proudly. The feline was blissfully unaware of the fact that she'd mistakenly replaced 'credits' with 'double dollars' - if her blatant imitation of a certain famous anime character hadn't given her away, then the monetary mistake certainly would. Her one saving grace was that she was doing a remarkable good job of imitating him - at least, as remarkable a job as an armored cat person could do.
 

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He watched the figure closely as it got up to its feet. One couldn't be sure exactly who or what was underneath that armor, except for the person inside of it of course. Still, to underestimate the power of a stranger would be a big mistake in his part. From what he learned in his youth, armor like that meant that these foes were though to bring down and certainly they had defenses against more agile opponents. Though, he had the force as his ally and his speed, still, would that be enough to bring down this new figure?

Paul hoped he wouldn't have to find that out as the figure finally stood up fully. Finally, it spoke, though with a hesitation after saying only three words. Taking a deep breath, Paul reached through the force once more to attempt to figure out who this figure really was. He needed to work more on his force powers and his former master's training wasn't that much. It was the same thing as before, just a slight sense of presence, and a feeling of nervousness. "Well, that's an improvement...I think." Of course, he was assuming the figure was nervous, though he couldn't be to sure.

A sudden change in tone answered the question he was looking for as the figure called itself Vash, "the billion double dollar man." Paul grinned as he raised an eyebrow, seeming to enjoy the energetic and the monetary mistake the person had made. He remembered the name Vash from somewhere, but dollars was something entirely made up.

"You know, we only use credits in these galaxies."

He said, hoping that the figure would pick up on the mistake it had made. Still, the good thing was that despite the false persona this figure was trying to invent, it didn't seem like an enemy. This was a good thing, since he needed to get out of here and fast. Turning off the lightsaber, Paul attached it back to his left and looked at the door behind the figure. He wasn't sure how long it would take for the smugglers to reopen it and truthfully, he didn't want to find out.

"Still, it’s a pleasure to meet you Vash. I'm Paul."

Paul said calmly as he held out his hand to greet the figure. If the person wasn't trying to kill him, then there was no harm in befriending, and hopefully this person could lead him out of here.

"To fill you in on the current situation, there's a small group of smugglers behind that sealed door, pretty much attempting to kill anything that's not them. If you could me out in finding a way out, it would be appreciated...you're welcome to come along, if you'd choose so. You seem to have taken some damage to your armor though, so it might be best to take a look at it, to ensure nothing's broken."

He would say calmly after the greeting was done. If he were to rush, things would never get done properly, so he had some time to make sure everything was in order. He took a deep breath and sighed, refraining from letting the adrenaline take over his body. His former master had taught him to remain calm and patient, don't let your emotions get the best of you during a critical situation. With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, letting the force flow through him and feeling around the ship using the force. He would attempt to self-train with the way his former master showed him, though it was simply repetition and probably wouldn't get him that far.
 

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'Vash' nearly facepalmed when she realized her mistake. "Credits," she thought to herself, frowning behind her mask. "Le Sigh... How did I just know that I was screwin' that up somehow? Oops," she mused silently, tail twitching in its confines - the prehensile appendage was coiled around her waist inside her undersuit, confined by a cloth sheath attached to a padded leather belt.

As Paul introduced himself and held out his hand, Naomi wrapped her gloved hand around his and gave his hand as firm a shake as she could, which was fairly firm for a girl her size - thanks entirely to the many hours she spent just tinkering on ships and technology. That and being the offspring of two of the most dangerous felines in the galaxy had its advantages.

His oh-so-calm, almost nonchalant description of the situation didn't exactly soothe the already-jumpy hybrid's nerves. In fact, it only made her more nervous, and that would reflect strongly through her aura in the Force. Still, she put on a brave face - not that he could see that behind her mask - and unclipped her rifle from the magnetic fasteners on the back of her armored vest. She swung the weapon around and tucked the butt into her right shoulder, her right hand wrapping around the grip and her left hand drawing back the charging handle before letting it fly forward. The bolt, carried by the charging handle, slid forward, driving a cartridge home into the weapon's chamber and readying the assault rifle.

"Right, well uh, if they're behind that door en masse," she mused, "Then it seems to me that we should go that way. And by go that way, I mean run. I'm kinda allergic to being shot, I break out in hemorrhages."

She let her weapon sync with her mask's heads-up display. A targeting reticule and ammo counter appeared in her field of vision. "I'll take point. Follow me. This ship seems pretty big, so it'd make sense for her escape pods - or life boats, if she has 'em - to be equipped with a short-ranged hyperdrives. There should also be a secondary hangar, and if we can find another ship, I can fly it!"

As 'Vash' began to trot down the corridor with her rifle at the ready, she threw in one final suggestion. "Or we could always go to life support, get you a hazard suit, and then flood this ship with enough carbon dioxide to knock the crew out cold. Options - we have them! At least until the smugglers get bright enough to just lock down every single blast door on this tub..."
 

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Paul chuckled in amusement once 'Vash' realized his mistake. Unfortunately, due to the armor, one couldn't tell exactly what gender said person was, so Paul just stuck with Vash being a male. Of course, it wouldn't surprise him if this new arrival was a female, but the answer to that would come later.

His eyes remained close while he searched through the force in an attempt to locate an exit. He could feel the nervousness flowing off Vash, which was now fully confirmed. Paul's eyes opened while keeping a stoic expression on his face, watching Vash ready his weapon. The assault riffle would have proved to be a difficult challenge if it was aimed against him, though it wasn't impossible. He just would have had to get the head start using a force push, but thankfully, they were both on the same side.

"Running could attract attention, especially if there's anybody else on this ship that hasn't been sealed by that door behind us. Though, I definitely agree with a jog. Patience though, if we rush too much, we might just miss our chance at escaping."

Paul said as he followed Vash's lead. With the smugglers outnumbering the duo, it would be quite hectic if they were to break through the door. Still, he didn't want confrontation at the moment, but it was a relief to have a gunner with him. "One less enemy I have to worry about." He thought to himself as he paced his breathing in an attempt to keep his body calm and relaxed.

"Any plan to get off this ship and to the nearest place with a restaurant and a bathroom works for me. Granted an escape pod wouldn't be bad, but we'd be defenseless if they tried shooting at us."

Thoughts raced through his head as he tried to think of a way to escape. Planning was not his strong suite, he was more of a computer guy, give him something to hack and he'll have it done. Not to mention, he was pretty nifty if it came down to having to build some sort of contraption. His attention focused back on Vash as he mentioned something else about knocking the crew out cold.

"Honestly I'd prefer to leave them alive, don't feel like-"

Paul would stop mid-sentence as an idea hit him. It was unorthodox, but it was just so crazy, it could work.

"How far is the ground of the ship from the ground of the hangar? Why waste time running, when we can simply go down."

He stated as he drew a circle in the air, and then pretended to punch the circle out demonstrating what he would do to the ground. If the ship wasn't too far off the ground, he could simply create a hole with his lightsaber, pop it out, and then jump down from the ship. Of course, this was all assuming the ground was safe to land on and the environment they were in wouldn't kill them as soon as the hole was created. With the same stoic expression he looked towards Vash, waiting patiently for a response.
 

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"Ooo, bad idea," Naomi remarked. The armor-clad femme fatale gestured with one hand at a vent, rather similar to the one she had fallen from. "All the vent systems seemed like they were running at full capacity - including the air scrubbers and filter systems. If we were on a planet with a pleasant atmosphere, the smugglers would've popped open the vent system and tried to cycle out the stale air from the ship's reserve tanks and replace it with fresh air. After a few weeks in deep space, smaller ships tend to start to smell really stale and stuffy. Bigger ships with better filtration and scrubbing systems don't have that problem, but as a rule of thumb, anything under a hundred meters is gonna smell like a dusty old box before too long if you keep recycling the same air over and over again."

She moved as she spoked, never pausing or dallying unnecessarily. The more space they could put between themselves and the smugglers the better; the odds of the men aboard the ship having military-grade assault weaponry comparable to hers were low indeed, and that meant that the more distance she had between herself and her new enemies, then there would be a good chance that she could attack them before they were within the optimum range of their own weapons. More importantly, placing distance between herself and the smugglers would make detection less likely, and thus would increase their odds of escaping.

After a momentary pause at a T-junction within the corridor, where Naomi took a second to peek down each corridor to detect any potential hostiles, she continued to speak. "What I'm getting at is that if we were on a safe world, they'd only be running the ship's air pumps and the intake filter slash scrubber system built into the air tanks. Right now, all the scrubbers, pumps, heaters, and other assorted gizmos are running. That tells me that we're probably either in hard vacuum or in a toxic atmosphere. Either one is bad, but if we are in a vacuum, we could decompress the entire ship if we cut a hole of any significant size in the hull, or worse, cause an explosive decompression and tear the whole thing apart."

She hooked a right and started plodding down yet another corridor. "That said, if we're on, say, the top deck of this ship, we could pretty safely cut through the floor and just drop right onto the deck below us. It'd be a nice shortcut, and it could throw off your pals." Talk, talk, talk, and more talk - Naomi felt like she'd done more talking in the last two minutes than she'd done in the last two weeks. Being able to just yammer on endlessly was kind of refreshing. It was nice to talk without being told to shush or to change the topic, even if the circumstances were rather dire.

With her piece said and her opinion given, the lithe female slowed to a halt in the middle of the corridor and leaned back into an alcove formed between hull braces present in the corridor, giving herself limited cover. She directed her gaze at Paul, oh-so-impatiently awaiting his response to her thoughts.
 

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Paul listened quietly as Vash responded to his statement, mentioning that the vent systems were running at full capacity, or so it seemed. The fact that the ship would have let out the stale air and replaced it with fresh air didn't occur to him. Then again, he never did make his way into the vent system and drop down unexpectedly.

"Well, let's hope the air doesn't get stale anytime soon then."

He mused while he continued to follow Vash through various hallways. It seemed like the figure didn't want to waste time talking, since as he spoke he moved from hallway to hallway. They were gaining distance from their opponent, that was for sure, but hopefully they wouldn't make a complete circle and end up behind the smugglers. As they reached a T-shaped intersection, Vash spoke again, this time explaining the statement that was mentioned earlier.

Paul listened carefully to her statement as he looked around. There were no sign of smugglers, which was a good thing. Though, the fact that now every filter, scrubber, and ventilation system was on, meaning that they were in a harsh environment, completely canceled out the plan of making a hole on the bottom floor of the ship. He knew about decompression and how that could tear the ship apart and probably kill them in the process, which was not ideal. "Well, things got a bit more complicated." He thought to himself as he followed Vash to the right.

"I wouldn't quite say they were pals."

Paul stated with a slight chuckle while he calm to a halt right after Vash. They couldn't be sure they were on the top deck since that could risk getting the ship destroyed and themselves as well, but it was a pretty good plan. The other issue is, what if their escape opportunity was on this deck, they'd have to back track their way up. "Too many ifs." He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, giving his brain some oxygen for its thoughts.

"So, there's a harsh environment around us and it could be toxic or vacuum, wonderful. Still, that doesn't leave many options for our escape, but there is one way. This ship has to be docked somewhere and in any of those two environments there has to be hallway that allows for safe boarding or unloading of the crew. Therefore, if we can find that exit, then we can make our way out of here and find another ship. Of course, it won't be easy."

Paul stated in his usual calm tone as he placed a hand on his chin, pondering this thought more. If the smuggler's knew that he was trying to escape, then that would be the first place guarded, though if they were smart, they could easily take off and with the ship suspended in space, find them and capture them. The sleeve of his Jedi cloak fell towards his elbow while he pondered; he could use some new robes. Perhaps, when they arrived on a place where they couldn't get killed by the environment, he'd invest in some new wardrobe. His brown eyes shifted towards Vash.

"So, what do you think?"
 

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"That is a nice thought," Naomi mused as the gaze of Paul's brown eyes fell on her. "But that's assuming we're docked somewhere. We might be in deep space with the hyperdrives engaged, or we might be hanging out in low orbit or in-atmosphere over some backwater world. We can't really tell where we are, at least, not until one of us finds and stares out of a window."

The feline leaned back against the wall and fidgeted with her breathmask. It wasn't exactly comfortable. The fur around her muzzle was matted and damp from sweat, causing her short pelt to itch. Her tail ached to sway free again, the lithe appendage twitching inside the sheath it was confined in. By now, it would likely be clear to Paul that the 'Vash's' uniform was not one he was used to - in fact, he might even begin to suspect that it was simply a disguise used to hide 'Vash's' appearance from prying eyes.

Oblivious to that possibility, Naomi continued to chatter away. "Even if we are docked with something, chances are pretty good that whatever ship we can find will have a crew of its own, and they probably won't be super happy to just hand over the ignition keycard to us."

She pushed herself off the wall and rose to her full height again - which wasn't terribly impressive, considering she was vastly shorter than Paul. "Still, it couldn't hurt to at least take a look around. If we can get to a computer terminal on this rustbucket, I'd bet that we could figure out if we're docked with something and if we have any smaller ships aboard. We might even get a cargo and crew manifest!" she remarked, her tone one of excitement. She had been taught that the more intelligence one had on the enemy, the better chance one had of achieving victory; if they could figure out what they were up against, they could devise a more informed plan of attack.

The feline motioned down the hallway. "If you've got any idea where we can find a comp terminal, lead the way; the more information we can get our hands on, the better off we'll be. I'd like to know what we're dealing with before we make any solid plans."
 

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Keyword assuming, which meant that if they were still in hyperspace, escaping this metal death trap would be slightly more difficult. Still, they had a shot if they could find any sort of information detailing where they were. As Vash mentioned something about a window, Paul smiled as his eyes glanced down towards the hall.

"You know, that's not too bad of an idea, though now we need to find a window."

He mused as he took a few steps forward, his eyes glancing around the hallway. Despite his knowledge, he was inexperienced when dealing with ships and navigation; eventually he hoped to just find a way out of here through chance. His eyes glanced back towards 'Vash' as the figure began to fidget with the mask. Paul's expression returned back towards his normal calm figure as he looked back towards the hallway.

"You know it might be better to take off that mask, no point in having it on when there's nobody chasing us."

He said as he checked towards the rear to make sure that his statement was correct. He wasn't sure how long it would take for those smugglers to open the sealed door, or if they decided to go another route. A ship this back had to have more than one route to an area, so it would be a matter of time before some of them got a little common sense.

"There's two places information is mainly stored that would be highly useful to us. One, would be the security room, which in there, should have a map of the ship and access to all the blast doors. Not to mention, I'm sure I could hack around and find a few files on the crew of this ship. Two, would be the computer terminal or terminals in the bridge. Any galaxy maps or asteroid charts should be there, as well as any navigational systems. We could find out where we are and where this ship is heading."

Ending his statement with a sigh, Paul continued his observation of the hall.

"Problem is...where would we find the security room in a ship this big?"

It was a dilemma, since it would be wasteful to just wander around the ship with probably the entire crew looking for them. Though, if they were lucky, they could find one or two members who didn't know about them. That was highly unlikely. Still, there was one question that remained in his mind...why were smugglers having such a huge ship?

"A little of topic, but I wonder...why exactly would smuggler's have such a large ship? You'd think a smuggling operation would require a ship more covert, capable of outrunning some of the larger patrol ships. I'm not an expert about these things, but wouldn't this be the type of ship the military would use to transport their army?"

He asked 'Vash' as he placed a hand on his chin. Now that his thoughts had pieced together, it was starting to seem a little strange. He could understand the cargo situation, but for a ship this large for a small smuggler crew, it just didn't make sense. He took a deep breath and sighed as he felt a tingling within his body.

"I have a bad feeling about what's going on."

He said as he turned towards 'Vash'. It was a strange feeling, or it could be his own paranoia, but it seemed to Paul that the duo had managed to land in the middle of something big. Though, he didn't want to stick around for whatever would go down. "Stay calm." He thought to himself as he took a deep breath and exhaled, and for a fraction of a second, a worried look appeared on his face.
 

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Paul had a some valid points, his suggestion about her mask notwithstanding. Why did the smugglers have a ship so large? Perhaps they had stolen it, or the ship itself was the cargo? Or maybe they ran a legitimate freighter as a cover for their smuggling business; it wouldn't be hard. A ship the size of the one they were on would have plenty of hidey-holes to stash drugs, weapons, slaves, and a million other pieces of contraband in. His suggestion of looking in the security center and the bridge were also good, though she instantly noted that they could look in more lightly defended areas; the officers' quarters would have computer terminals, as would places like engineering, life support, and the ship's mainframe computer.

And then he said it. He had a 'bad feeling' about what was going on; those two words, those two unholy words! It was common knowledge -at least to girls named Naomi- that claiming that one had a bad feeling instantly cursed that person to a string of catastrophes, ambushes, stubbed toes, stomped tails, and so on and so forth; it basically just brought about the start of a really bad day. Unfortunately for her, she had the same feeling. That same odd tingling in her body, an odd tightness in her chest. Naomi's heart beat faster, its rhythm echoing in her ears. "Yeah," she agreed, "I gotta bad feeling about this, too..."

The feline unbuckled her helmet's strap and removed it after speaking. She clipped it to the back of her armor, then undid her mask and looked away from Paul for a moment as she pulled it off and slipped it into a pouch at the small of her back. She pulled her head wrap down and pooled it around her neck, then turned back to Paul. The cat's soft blue eyes seemed to dance with energy as she gazed at him, her dark-furred features now bared for him to see. "Name's actually Naomi, by the way," she quipped cheerily. "Now, task at hand... Uhh, we should -probably- try to avoid the corridors. Let's look around for a maintenance shaft or crawlway - a lot of big ships have them, and they aren't usually guarded by sensors or anything like that. We might be able to use those to get around in a hurry, and the walls in there will have designations telling us which shaft goes where."
 

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Maybe, just maybe, he should have stayed back home on Corellia. It probably would have been a lot simpler to stay home and be with his family, but instead he decided to go off and seek the answers he searched for, and now he was being chased by a bunch of smugglers. "Wonderful." Though he had to admit, this kind of adventure, is what made life wonderful or well, it added spice to it.

As 'Vash' responded back to his statement, he watched as the figure took off the helmet, which unveiled quite the surprise. Although he wasn't surprised 'Vash' was actually a Naomi and was a female, he was quite surprised at the fact that Naomi was a feline. He raised his eyebrow for a bit as he studied Naomi for a few seconds, then concentrated his focus back at the vents. It was quite unusual for a cat to be wearing armor, then again in this day and age, one should expect the unexpected.

"Pleasure to meet you Naomi."

Paul said as he bowed as a sign of respect and greeting. He listened quietly to her proposal at what they should do, which was a pretty good idea. Still, using the shafts meant that if they were caught, they'd be in a pretty tight spot of escaping. His eyes shifted towards the right as he chuckled in his new discovery.

"Or...we could go to the med bay."

He spoke calmly, yet had a slight grin on his face as he pointed out the sign with his right hand. The med bay itself was right around the corner and there would definitely be a few computer terminals in there. Motioning for the feline to follow, Paul placed a hand near his lightsaber in case of an emergency. Approaching the corner, he scanned the area for any sign of life. "Nothing so far." He thought as he made his way towards the entrance. Within seconds the door would slide open, letting out a cool breeze.

The med-bay was quite standard with six beds covered in white sheets, a desk, and a medkit against the wall. Towards the northern side was a stack of medpacs, being organized by a lone medical droid. It was quite the unusual situation for a medical droid to be stacking medpacs, let alone not noticing the young Jedi that entered.

"Naomi, see what you can do about that medical droid so it doesn't alert anybody. I'm going to take a look at that computer terminal. Be careful."

Paul whispered before he began to sneak around the room, heading towards the computer. Hopefully the droid was too busy in its work to pay attention to Naomi or him. "Hopefully." Still, the more he made his way towards the computer, the more he felt like there was something completely wrong with this entire situation. His hand was still near his lightsaber.
 

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Disabling the bipedal medical droid was easy enough. Naomi approached the skeletal machine from behind, drawing her talon-shaped dagger as she drew closer. As the machine stacked away, oblivious to her proximity, she leaned in to closely examine its neck structure. It consisted of two primary support rods bracing a segmented 'spine' composed of multiple independent plasteel disks connected together by a silicone skin that protected the vital wiring and power links inside. On either side of the support rods were various pistons and drivers, used to tilt and rotate the head.

After a few moments of observation, she decided that stabbing through its 'spine' and severing the power to its droid brain would be the most efficent course of action - the head was relatively humanoid, save for the fact that its face was a flat plate with a single photoreceptor in the center with two circular speakers flanking it, one on top and one on the bottom. As the 'head' had plenty of extra room, it had to hold the droid brain. The rest of the chassis was thin and lanky, and the torso section was absolutely skeletal, with the power pack and basic sensory packs plainly visible. The droid wasn't exactly top of the line.

She reached around its head and seized it with her left hand. "Aaaaaahhh!" it squealed, its high-pitched synthesized voice muffled by the glove over its speakers. She drove her blade into its spine a second later, slipping the weapon right between the plasteel disks. The razor-sharp weapon cleaved through the wires with ease. With a few sharp jerks, she severed everything in the spine and withdrew the weapon. The droid went limp in her arms after jerking a few times, and the slender Mashi Horansi/Kasa Horansi hybrid shoved it to the ground.

"Almost feel bad for it. Poor thing didn't really deserve to go, it was just doing its job. Ah well - at least it can be repaired easily enough," she remarked quietly, sheathing her blade and approaching Paul as she spoke. She laid both hands on the butt of her rifle, which was hanging in front of her from a one-point sling that was clipped between the right shoulder of her armor to the butt of the gun. She drummed her fingers against the lightweight metal frame of the gun, humming quietly to herself as she waited for him to finish.
 

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(ooc: Apologies for the long wait, couldn't get on this site for a few days, as a result couldn't post.)

Time was of the essence, though there really was no rush at the moment. Within seconds Paul arrived at the computer console and cracked his fingers, it was time to get to work. The sound of his fingers hitting the keyboard began to fill the room as he searched through the files for anything useful. The medbay records held patient logs, diagnoses, and several files on diseases that were common amongst the crew. Though, this log seemed to be outdated by about a few years.

"Strange..."

Paul spoke out loud as he continued to search through the files. Anybody who watched his fingers on the keyboard would be astounded, as it appeared like he was conducting an orchestra. His fingers flowed smoothly across the computer terminal as he accessed the archives. He was only able to find one list that contained the crew aboard the ship.

"Ok, so here's what the comp says, apparently there's 15 people. The majority seemed to be your average smugglers but we have a few who seem to be ex-military."

As he spoke he pointed to the screen, with a few military titles before several names.

"I take it; they didn't want to get rid of their title. Worse scenario is that this -could- be an actual military ship. Though, at this point we can't assume."

He stated calmly while he continued to search the database for any other information. Of course, the medbay computer was strictly confined to mainly medical stuff, aside from the small crew information he found and a map of the ship. He sighed as he brought up the map on the terminal screen and turned towards Naomi. If she were to stare at his eyes, she'd notice a calm aura being emitted from them.

"Do you have anything to download this map from the terminal? It’s our best chance at getting out of here, but to find out where we are and what's going on, we're going to have to find another terminal. Seems, they like to prioritize their information depending on the room. So, there's two options, we can head to the bridge which is north from here, or we can go south and find the hanger door. A third option would be to head back towards the cargo bay and go for the escape pods."

He stared out into the distance as he mentioned the last option. It wasn't that he had an issue with it, but it would require more conflict that what had occurred earlier. He had only encountered a handful on the crew by the cargo bay, which meant that more of the crew were scattered around. They'd have to make this decision carefully.

"So, what are you thinking?"
 

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"Sure," Naomi replied. She produced her datapad and withdrew a tiny universal data cable from a compartment concealed in the back, then plugged it into the terminal. She downloaded the data, uploaded a map to her helmet's HUD, then powered down the pad and replaced it in its holster at her side. She reached into her helmet and unclipped an eyepiece from inside, withdrawing from within the mask/helmet assembly an eye/earpiece. She slipped it over her ear and positioned the reddish eyepiece -resembling a rectangular glass panel- over her left eye. She tapped a button on the 'arm' of the eyepiece, connecting the lens to the earpiece, and the display popped to life, displaying a targeting reticule that was synced with her weapons. A tap of a button cycled the screen to display the mini-map she had uploaded to it.

After making sure that the map was indeed functional, she set the eyepiece back to its targeting mode and moved closer to Paul, directing her gaze up at the taller human. "Well," she mused, "We try to jump ship now, we risk being stranded, and cute as you are, I don't want to be stuck on a jungle world for the rest of my life." A bit of her playful spirit returned to her, and she gave the teen a good-natured poke in his ribs to emphasize the fact that she was just teasing him.

"We should head for the bridge," Naomi stated, a bit of seriousness creeping into her voice. "There'll be resistance there. It'll be tough, but nothing an assault rifle, flash grenade, and a few swings of a lightsaber can't handle. Way I figure it, we'll use the air ducts to get in. We drop flashbangs in before we drop in, then we just jump down from the ducts and shoot everything that's not us. Once we've got the bridge, we can figure out where we are in the galaxy. We might even be able to lock down the entire ship and seize control, then make a hyperspace jump back to Coruscant or something!"

Obviously excited about the prospect of getting far away from whatever mess they were currently involved in, Naomi grinned from ear to ear for a moment before forcing herself to settle down and neatly cross her arms across her chest. "Or... We could go aggressive. There's fifteen of 'em, right? If we can get down to engineering, I can kill the ship's power. It'll go to battery backup lighting, which is fancy for 'crappy red el-ee-dee's in tiny strips on the floor and ceiling'. With my eyes, I'll see as well in that kind of darkness as I will now, and I bet you can use the Force to help yourself out. We'd gain a huge advantage; if we started luring off and picking off the crew one at a time, we could probably take this whole ship."

She paused, softly biting her lower lip, both of her furry ears folding outwards. "Buuut that's probably dangerous. All it'd take is one panic shot with a shotgun to ruin our day really really fast. So... Yeah. It's your call, Paul."
 

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Paul watched as Naomi began downloading the map into her armor. It was quite useful to have such a technology around, seeing as they didn't have droid with them."How unfortunate." He thought as he continued to watch Naomi. As he watched her, he let his mind drift into the force, sensing the area around him. Each time he used the force, he got strong with it, thought it was tiring and took quite some energy.

Self-teaching would be his method, though at the moment, he was just a small speck of dust in the world of the force. His powers were nowhere near advance as other Jedi, no matter what their affiliation. His mind snapped out of its semi-trans as Paul smiled in response to Naomi's tease.

"Worse comes to worse, we can always just start repopulating."

Paul responded with a tease of his own as he smirked after his statement and shrugged. It had been a while since he had a good laugh, and although he didn't show it that much, this was one of those times. His demeanor would return back towards its natural calm state as Naomi spoke of her plan. Both seem relatively simple, but each one had their difficulties, and would involve combat. He wanted to avoid fighting all together, but it seemed at that moment, it was the only solution.

"I'd like to avoid killing anybody, if we have the choice."

Paul stated calmly while he crossed his arms across his chest. He was weighing their options and running different simulations (to the best of his ability) through his head. In truth, they had no idea what world they were on, or if they were stranded in space. The bridge would be the most logical point to head towards, and wouldn't be too hard to infiltrate.

"Our best bet, as you said, would be to head towards the bridge. We could easily knock out anybody there and place the ship on autopilot if necessary. Assuming we're still in space, if we're docked somewhere, it'll be much smoother. Besides, we can lock the bridge blast door for a while to buy us some time. Still-"

Paul would stop mid-sentence as his eyes drifted towards the door entrance. He felt something, a weird presence in the force, as if danger was approaching. It was weak, but it didn't feel welcoming. As if on cue, within seconds of sensing the feeling, sounds of footsteps echoed the hall they had just come through. "This isn't good." He thought as he turned back towards Naomi; time just ran out.

"Remember that bad feeling, we had earlier? Well, it seems its coming true. Come on, let's get going. We'll stick to the plan, head to the bridge, and make our way from there. I suggest you lead the way since you have the map and could probably navigate around a ship better than I can."

A hint of humor could be found in his last sentence as he retained a calm appearance of his face. He really wanted to just avoid confrontation and make his way off of this ship, but it seemed these smugglers were persistent. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to chop off anybody's limbs for the first time in months.
 

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"Worse comes to worse, we can always just start repopulating."

Naomi's eyes shot wide and she stared at Paul, a sheepish grin on her muzzle and her cheeks flush with embarrassment that was only barely concealed by her fur. She shifted her weight from one boot to the other and kept blushing, her tail twitching uncomfortably inside her armor. "I don't think that'll work out. Different genetics and all, not saying that I wouldn't... I mean, erm, uh..."

She forced her lips shut again and quieted herself. The female nodded as Paul spoke. Their destination was the bridge; simple enough. He didn't want to kill anyone; not so simple. Her ears flicked and her more serious demeanor returned. "How am I gonna pull THAT off?" she mused silently. "I was trained to kill, not cold-conk people to send 'em to la-la land..."

The feline moved towards the door just as Paul cut himself off in mid-sentence. She, much like her more human ally, could sense that same danger approaching. More alarming still was the sound of marching footsteps, easily audible to her sharp ears. She frowned and looked to Paul. Her ears laid flat in worry and her grip on her weapon tightened. She wouldn't be caught off guard, that much was certain.

He wanted her to lead the way to the bridge. She nodded briskly and, without so much as a word uttered, darted out into the hallway. Naomi disengaged her rifle's safety and withdrew a sound suppressor from a pouch on her armor, screwing it into place over the muzzle as they ran. If they got into a skirmish, she could use the silencer to put a quick and stealthy end to the fight before they drew unnecessary attention. With luck, though, she wouldn't need it.

The feline sped down the corridors of the ship. Despite being heavily encumbered by her armor, she was remarkably fast, indicating that she was either used to the armor or had surprising strength... Or both! The fast-paced rhythm of her boots' thudding strikes against the floor plating echoed off the walls. She wished she could move at a more measured pace, but slowing down would make it easier for the smuggler group behind them to track them down and find her.

Within a minute or so, they had reached the bridge. She skidded to a halt just outside the doorway leading into the bridge. With her left hand folded flat, with the base of her thumb facing her hip, she made a semi-circular sweeping gesture from behind her hip and into the bridge; a signal for Paul to take point. He had more physical strength and, more likely than not, more non-lethal hand-to-hand training than she did. If she went in, she'd just shoot people; that'd kind of spit in the face of his desire to take the bridge peacefully.
 

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He could feel a tension in her through the force, though it was more embarrassment than anything. He smiled at his earlier comment, the fact that the tease had succeeded and now they were on their way to escape this metal ship of doom. Of course, it wouldn't be easy, but at least they were one step closer than they were a few minutes ago.

As Naomi took the lead, Paul followed her. In truth, he was having some difficulty keeping up, since her speed was a lot faster than his. Perhaps, it was due to her being part feline, but he was running as fast as he could to keep up. A slight spike in the force could be felt for those who were attuned to the force, while Paul tried to increase his speed using the force, but it only ended in failure. The duo reached the bridged within minutes as Paul took a few seconds to catch his breath.

"Ok, so you're pretty fast."

He said with a slight smile before his calm expression returned, his breathing back to normal. He glanced back towards the hallway they came from and nodded his head as Naomi motioned for him to take the lead.

"Make sure we don't get ambushed from behind."

He spoke calmly as he opened the bridge door and walked in. With the sound of an open door, the two pilots swerved around, immediately giving Paul a confused look. One of the pilots muttered a curse word as both stood up blasters drawn and pointed at Paul.

"Hey, let's not get violent. All I need to do is check the navigation computer for our location and-"

Two blaster shots were fired towards Paul while he attempted to make his way towards the navigation computer. The snap-hiss of an orange lightsaber echoed throughout the room as the blade deflected two blaster shots. Both pilots nodded in agreement as the number of blaster shots increased.

"So much for negotiations."

He muttered to himself as he began to deflect blaster shots. Anybody listening from outside the room would hear blaster shots and the sound of the walls receiving these deflected shots. He had to remember not to deflect the shots towards the navigation computer, otherwise, the bridge takeover would be worthless. Granted, he could accurately deflect shots from one blaster, but two proved to be slightly difficult. With a blaster shot deflected his left hand reached out towards the pilot, using the force to push the one of the pilot against the wall with a thud.

His movements flowed swiftly as Paul spun around, deflecting the oncoming bolt, and then as the second bolt fired, easily directing it towards the pilot's knee. A high-pitched scream echoed the room as the pilot fell down, clenching his knee. The second pilot who had been flung against the wall, got up, and this time charged towards Paul. "Don't you know never to charge against a Jedi?" Paul thought as he sent the guy towards the wall using force push, knocking him out. The hum of his lightsaber dissipated as he attached it back onto his belt. He was going to signal for Naomi to enter, but he almost forgot about the knee-grabbing pilot.

"Sorry about this."

He said, before his right fist went flying into the pilots face, knocking the man out. Of course, it wasn't enough to serious injure the man, but he'd be waking up with a terrible bruise and severe pain. He whistled to signal the 'all clear' sign. Hopefully, Naomi hadn't gotten herself into too much trouble out there, even though it was only a door away.
 

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(Guess who got lucky and Out ran the S13 and The Republic at the same time.)



Connor, The current Sergent Of the Hutt Empire. Was traveling on a Empty big Republican ship, Expect and registered. He was heading for a planet, and it was about to crash land, and the planet would find itself in an unexpected Visit. The Prison ship that had now Hit the soapstone of the planet, begun to erodible. And as a big boom happened, the back of the Ship caught on fire, And Connor was slammed back, The amount of pain caused into his core nearly killed him of the trauma he was dealing with, After he was integration by the Sector 13 And still lived, a reclines Life. The front core was cut open and blood was jazzing out like crazy but he manged to close the wound with the little supply they had on this ship, He needed to contact his Boss, for backup or he would not make it out alive he needed radical treatment at now, But for now he can hold his ground on his on, but if not treated he may die of blood lost. He was wearing black army pants and boots, bangles all over his front body and core. And a shirt tank tap, The front in the stomach was red which indeterminable blood was there, still coming out. He had taken his His Highly Advance Tech Scanner, which was only one in the world, which Only Connor had and created. Over his left eye, and a Slug Thrower Pistol, around his right leg, and two clips for the gun. As the Ship hit the skies of the air, the glass on the ship broke, and the flames ungraded the front middle of the ship. And the force force of the blast and his superhuman body caused the metallic Wall t dent and break and send him further flying, he was in more pain as he coughed out blood. He a partshoot and begun to run down the ship into where the glass went. He blasted outside into the air as the ship and himself roasted down the ship infect went down faster as he took course, and shifted his body quickly he had little time to breath as the air presser begun to move and impress on him he took the metal on the window and hand on to him as he begun to climb up, into the ship, and a big boom happened, and the ship went into the ground, he was tossed aside several meters or yards away from the ship that summoned a huge arc of explosion flame into the ground and Trees. Were now in flames, While the broken solider prayed for help to come, laying on the ground.
 
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