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This is open to anyone and their PC but be advised of the following!

*This thread takes place in a BFF-1 Bulk Freighter
*Currently unknown IC as to where the freighter is but suffice to say it's in the middle of nowhere
*Our characters wake up in stasis pods spread around the ship, as do NPCs
*Characters have nothing on their person when they wake up
*Waking up in separate locations from each other is encouraged
*Characters do not know how they got on the ship or who each other is (unless they've already met) but their memories are otherwise intact
*As the thread goes on, our characters will gradually discover what's going on (e.g. ship's name, location, how we got there, etc.)
*Creativity is encouraged!
I'm half-winging this as I go.
Feel free to find a weapon when you wake up or find one later, meet an NPC or two (maybe kill them), meet my character in your first post or later, have your pod open automatically, eat an egg, etc.
Have fun with it!

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Her eyes opened, struggling at first as though she had slept for days, or had not. Looking around, there was a length of glass right before her face, but beyond where she stood was what looked like the cargo hold of a ship. No. Too small. Maybe one cargo compartment in a number... There were containers stacked around, no window besides her own, and a Rodian’s body lying on the floor. He wasn’t moving. I don’t know him. A pistol was in his hand and a hole was in his head. She looked around again, peering for the killer, but saw no one; saw no switch inside her stasis pod that would let her out; saw no means of escape. Druk.

There was a mechanical whir like a door opening. A male Human walked across the floor to stand before her pod. A rifle rested over a shoulder, his outfit different than the other two but just as generic. He had not even glanced at the corpse but his eyes were fixed on her own, and beneath them he wore a smile. A moment lingered. I don’t know you either.

“Freeze all motor functions.” The man’s voice dripped with conceit. “That’s what the droid down the corridor told me to do before I blasted its head off. Looks like someone else got the guy behind me, but I don’t think that someone was you. No, you look like you just woke up. That’s sweet.” He shrugged. “Because now I get to put you to sleep.”

With that, the man touched a console by her pod and stepped back, the muzzle of his rifle trained on the glass as it began to slide up. Before his finger could squeeze the trigger her hand was already squeezing his neck, curling fingers in the air as she stepped forward. He dropped his gun and clutched at his throat, his mangled voice no longer so confident.

“Freeze all motor functions.” Kamelle commanded. “Except for your tongue.” She released her grip. He collapsed to the floor but his blaster slid away before he could reach for it. The man was motionless as he gazed up in fear. “If you want to keep it then you will tell me who you are, where I am and what is going on.”

“Okay, okay!” He coughed. “I’ll tell you but I don’t know much. I woke up in a pod same as you, another part of the ship. Mine opened automatically. Started exploring, wrestled with a Weequay, stuck a blade in his gut and took his gun.” That smile crept back over his face. “I got no idea where the kriffer got it, no idea what ship we’re on or where it is, and no idea how we got here. Far as I can tell, though, it’s everyone for themselves.”

“Indeed…” Kamelle considered his story. He appeared to be telling the truth. Other pods, other people...waking up on a ship with no knowledge as to how we got here or why..?

“Hey, you a Jedi? Sith? How about we partner—kkhhggh-ack-gggrrr!”

She formed a fist and watched the life drain from his eyes as he choked, his tongue lolling over a lip. Retrieving both bodies’ pistol and rifle, she holstered the former and held the latter. Like her, the two men had nothing else of value on them. Turning around, she saw the pod she had exited. It was not alone. A few others shared a row, opened and empty. A noise just then. Blaster fire outside the door. Kamelle approached it, checked her weapon, and opened the door. A corridor waited for her. And answers. So she exited the room and let her muzzle lead the way.



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Her eyes fluttered open and light poured in. Painful, horrible light. Shimmering through a pane of glass, or plastic. Her brain felt sluggish, much like a computer system turning on after being powered down for too long. There was a moment of confusion as she sorted through her mind. Where was she? Unknown. Who was she? A lot more known, in her mind. Equivocal didn't really want to share that information though.

Something beeped and the glass slid over her, exposing her to the air. The light disappeared behind a figure, their features swimming into view as her eyes adjusted. A young woman with fearful eyes, soft features and a blaster pointed right at her.

"Who are you?" she asked, in a pitiful attempt to sound intimidating. Equivocal blinked and adjusted her face, feigning confusion.

"I was... I was on Coruscant and... where are we?" she asked, mimicking a CoCo town accent. Her eyes lingered on the blaster. "I haven't... what you are... get that thing away from me!" she yelled. The woman frowned, testing what she'd said in her mind.

"Who are you? Tell me your name," she demanded as Equivocal raised her hands.

"Tryn! Tryn Tallan!" she lied, staring up at her. "I don't know what I'm... I'm just... please let me out!" she squealed, her voice rich with fake fear. The woman stared for a few more seconds and relented, pulling her blaster away. Equivocal sighed in relief, gingerly reaching for the side of the pod. Her muscles were wobbly, but secure. Easing herself out of the pod, she watched as the woman walked towards a console. They were in some kind of medbay. As Equivocal's feet touched the ground, she pushed herself up and tried to walk.

Control the situation. Check your surroundings. Her eyes scanned the medbay as the woman talked at her.

"... just woke up and there's a few bodies. But you weren't awake then so it couldn't have been you, I'm so sorry, but you we have to be careful..." she said as Equivocal stepped forwards, the feeling coming back to her legs. Stepping easier. "I tried to get in through the console but the network's fried towards the bridge and..." the woman said, as Equivocal reached for the laser scalpel. "... take a look, might get some camera feeds thr-"

Equivocal's hand slapped over her mouth as she sliced the scalpel across her throat. There was a horrid, squelching hiss of laser cutting deep through flesh, before the woman convulsed and her body went limp. Equivocal shoved it aside and wiped her bloody hand on the woman's jumpsuit. She took the blaster from her fingers, casting a critical eye over her corpse.

"Thank you for the blaster. I'll be sure to make better use of it," she said quietly, her accent much crisper and colder than it had been. Now she was armed, it was time to go to work.


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The feeling of waking up at a stranger's place without any memory of what happened last night was not too strange to Devree. The last time his clothes reeked of Java juice, he woke up on a transporter where he had to ask their destination, - then where they came from.

However, this situation seemed different. Devree has never been locked up in a stasis pod before. The environment, the opened pod and all the other strange circumstances suggested that he was in a suspended state so far. "At least my pants are on," Devree thought.

"Looks like I'm first, too." Devree saw a couple different pods in the room. The closest to him was a shady figure, someone who's he could not not recognize. A button on the side tempted Devree to open the pod, but he overheard people talking in the nearby room.

Devree quickly hid behind one of the supply boxes, before a chatty couple entered the room. The two girls wore blasters on their sides. They could be in their early twenties, Devree estimated for all he knew. "Do you know any of these?" One of the girls asked. They ran to the pods and tried to take a close look of whoever was inside. "Hey! This one is open over here," one of them exclaimed.

Nobody answered her. The girl looked around, her legs rooted into the ground. Devree slowly stepped out from the shadows, holding the other girl by her neck in a lock.

"What is going on you womp rat witches?"

Then another pod began to open in the room.
 

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The rifle tilted leftward, snapped rightward, muzzle aimed down the length of the corridor as she paced forward. Kamelle saw no hostile standing before her. The blaster fire had come and gone, though it had left a memento. Another body. Twi’lek. Lovely green skin… Her thought trailed off upon reaching the corpse, turning the woman over with a boot. Lifeless eyes gazed up, a charred wound still smoking from the chest, but there was no weapon to be found. Oh well. I guess I’m good for now. She stepped over the body and continued on, taking a look behind her every so often to watch out for sneaks.

Gauging from the Twi’lek’s fall, however, she wagered that her killer had gone in the direction that Kamelle was heading. Up ahead, the corridor hit a wall in a T-junction running either way once again. Doors lined the walls of her current corridor. She passed them by with half a mind to check each one before someone burst out. Or to find what’s inside. Could be the weapon I really need… Instead, she walked on, more convinced that the Twi’lek’s killer had continued ahead. I can...feel it? She very well should have but her senses felt clouded. That Force choke had taken nothing but this was somehow different.

She would have to figure it out later. The feeling of someone being nearby was suddenly stronger the closer she got to the wall and junction. Then another green shape suddenly emerged from around a corner, a pistol in either hand of a Trandoshan. Red bolts flew Kamelle’s way in an instant, one after the other, though her attacker was far enough away that she revisited her previous decision by barging through the door beside her. It was another empty room, one with more empty pods and containers, though she wasted no more time ogling than that.

A frustrated snarl echoed down the corridor. Kamelle hugged her room's wall, waited, then whipped herself into view with her finger on the trigger. There was no target. Move. Keeping her weapon held high, she carefully negotiated her way toward the junction. Where are you? He could be waiting behind either wall where the corridor split off, so she felt for the best one and hugged it. Reaching the end, she scanned the corridor opposite then rounded her corner to sweep the length with her rifle. Nothing.

There was more walkway and there were more doors but no Trandoshan in sight. Kamelle gasped as something red shot over her shoulder just then at chilling proximity. Druk! She spun around and squeezed the trigger, the muzzle coughing out a barrage of bolts. None of them hit the Trandoshan and he disappeared behind another wall. Kriffing Trand!

“Not quite the bravest hunter, are you!?” She called out. Her words were met with an elongated snarl. Flexing fingers on her weapon’s grip, Kamelle decided to follow after her prey.




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In another part of the ship, a shrill shriek sounded, “What the force!” Senator Snowel had woken up with a stiff back, a headache and a dead body on her. The corpse was that of a male human, he seemed to be a scruffy type and had a blaster hole in his back. It appears whoever killed him through the lasers cut through to her. Rossana smirked, “Hah, atleast I didn’t die in my sleep.

The Senator shoved the scruffy man off her and saintly stood up, dusting off her purple dress and straightening her greycloak as she looked around the room, noticing a closet that would presumably have nothing of use to her she slowly began to make her way out of the ship, when she heard the creak of a door, followed by a buzzing noise, Turning around she just managed to catch a rodian male springing out of the closet-armed with a lightsaber-a red one at that.

For the second time since she woke up, the kind Senator shrieked, followed by a third time a few moments later when-by mistake she in her fear flung out her arm and gave it a twist, killing the rodian instantly with a a satisfying crack as his head snapped around nearly 180 degrees, he then fell to the ground with a sickening plop, the silver handled lightsaber sliding a few feet away from his outstretched hand., thankfully instead of rupturing the ship, the impact of the fall knocked the off switch and disabled the blade.

Oh-force, why... did... I’m... Oh... I’m so sorry!” The Senator rushed over to the man, however it was evident he was as dead as a flower in winter. She searched him, her shaking hands grasped for any identification but she couldn’t find anything, he was now just a nameless corpse.

Hands still shaking she opened her right hand and the lightsaber flew into it, her lips pursed and tears in her eyes, Rossana Snowel took a deep breath and stood up. She may be using a Sith weapon but she was no Sith... “But you’re not a Jedi... you gave in to your fear and killed him... you’re no better then a Sith... you’re one of them.” Rose’s own inner thoughts prodded her and harassed her, but she closed her eyes and mumbled out loud, “The force guides me, it has guided me to be kind, and compassionate... I will not question it’s choices.”

With the familiar sound, the red blade came to life. In the light of the blade, her eyes appeared yellow, and her face seemed malicious. Atleast that’s what she thought, she couldn’t quell the voice in her head, “There’s no going back now.” it told her.

Standing with the blade in the fighting position she faced the doorway, someone killed that scruffy man, and she was sure her screaming would bring them to her. Then she’d be able to figure things out. Wiping the tears from her eyes with one hand, the Senator stood ready in offensive position with the red blade at the ready for whoever may come her way.
 

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"Gotta...Gotta find help...Please, please whoever you are, help me..." The limping zeltron breathed heavily over the fogged glass of the first pod in the room she had strayed into. The steps down the hallway made it clear her assailant was on his way, taking his time with each eerie step. The red nimble finger ran over the panel at the side of the pod in desperation, her heart racing as she tried to stop her movements from being too panicked, her fingers from being too shaky. with tears in her eyes, she heard the pursuer step into the room, and move up behind her. Those violet eyes closed as she felt a malicious grasp into the back of her hair, and her head was slammed hard into the glass covering of the pod. She fell to the floor with blood trailing from her nose, unconscious, dead...It didn't matter it seemed. Her last effort was too late, but the pod shifted open, and the raggedy-haired, large and round human pulled his pistol up to meet the face of the striped and tattooed trandoshan, a smug sneer on his face. Tresshk's eyes slowly opened to the hazy sight of a blaster in his face, and the bearded thug behind it spoke.

"Heh heh, I warned her! So many of us here, but guess who's got the gun? I'm callin the shots, big fella-a-a-AHHH!" The man began, only for a sudden snap and oh so gruesome crunch to come from his wrist, ending his air of confidence as suddenly as the trandoshan had acted. His jaw had opened and his body lurched, those sharp teeth and his powerful bite breaking the man's forearm instantly...and then with a huff he twisted and pulled, removing the hand and blaster from its owner's body. He fell back onto his fat ass, gripping his arm in shock before his trembling head wavered back up to look at the two meter tall monster of an alien, his tattooed body on display with only a simple pair of loose spacesuit slacks on. Tresshk opened his maw, letting the bloody remains of the extremity fall from his mouth as he gripped the blaster, inspecting it casually as he stepped free from the pod.

"Tssk...You hesitated. Killersss don't hesitate.-" He muttered as he glanced down then to the red-skinned body at his feet. "-So you're one of those, hm? Szzzk. What a waste. I don't know who you are, and I don't need to." He growled in that raspy Dossh voice, pointing the blaster down to the man's forehead. The human put his hands, -rather hand-, up quickly with pure fear in his eyes.

"W-Wait, I can-!" He started, without a chance to sway the trandoshan as a bolt zipped right between his eyes. No hesitation...

Tresshk then sniffed the air and glanced around, making sure his surroundings weren't immediately hostile. He certainly didn't recognize where he was, and that was a bit of a problem. It wasn't the craziest thing, he didn't necessarily have a place he expected to be, given his vagabond travels often taken place through freighters like this one seemed to be. However, he didn't particularly recognize this place, and he never got THAT drunk...admittedly because he couldn't afford enough ale. Tresshk however knew he definitely didn't put himself in some cryopod. And he already didn't like the chilly air in here. With a grumble to himself, he stripped the fur-collared jacket from the now dead smuggler, not caring that it had his blood smeared on it...or his face for that matter. He found another pistol at the man's side then, which brought him a light roll of those piercing, amber eyes. This fool had another gun and it didn't even occur to him to reach for it. Pathetic.

Grabbing the holster, he left one blaster in his hand and the other at his side. checking the pockets, he found nothing more than a rations bar, and with a shrug, he threw it into his maw. Tasted better than that greasy human's hand. However, his head turned suddenly then as he smelled the scent of blaster exhaust and burnt flesh down to his left, some brief distant blaster bolts affirming his senses. More death and fighting that way, whatever was causing it. Tresshk grinned wider to himself then and chuckled. "My kinda fun..."

The trandoshan would have a hunter's lightness to his steps as he crept down the metal corridor, hugging to the corner and peering around. Tresshk normally stood out in a crowd, and he did little to hide or be subtle. Stealth was not the alien's memo, until it came to tracking...Then the boisterous fighter would have a lethal control of his noise, and his patience. There was footsteps, and when he looked, he saw some crumpled twi'lek on the floor. Another victim of the human pig? Maybe, but Tresshk wasn't taking any chances that other cold blooded killers weren't the cargo of the day, and he didn't plan to ask too many questions until he had the upper hand on another friendly traveler. He turned around and backtracked to the other hallway across from the tw'lek's body, peaking around that corner again. Bingo...another human, a smaller female, making her own way through this maze of a ship. He stepped out, then, confident, only for his eyes to widen as he saw the rifle she was toting. /Shavit/.

Tresshk was quick to raise his blaster and pulled the other one free, not about to take a chance that the woman noticed him, but he still wanted answers...What a pain it was to shoot to injure. So much harder to hit a limb and care about 'disarming' and opponent rather than a nice, clean body shot. As saw him, he let loose with both guns, but they certainly didn't perform too impressively at the range as she was able to duck at. /Kark/.

Tresshk was quick to pull back and get on the move, running back around to switch his direction of attack and catch her by surprise. Now this was a real challenge, and as much as Tresshk appreciated that, he wasn't too happy that his first flurry hadn't hit its mark. But he had the girl's scent now, somewhat, using it to give himself the better position around back of her. He caught her again out of position, but once more the flurry of lasers did little more than to get this human to take cover. He let out a frustrated hiss. What he wouldn't do for his repeater...or a good old thermal detonator. Then again, he reminded himself he WAS just trying to wound this one. He shook his head back to focus as lazer fire came back at him, making it Tresshk's turn to duck behind the metal hallways. That was when he heard her voice call out at him, with a tenacity to it that brought a smirk to his reptilian maw. This girl had spitfire to her, he couldn't help but like that. He'd be an idiot to reply though. He shook his head and chuckled, knowing himself too well. He loved to play the game.

"You don't think I've been doing pretty well? Though I'll admit, you're impresssing me, girl. Hssk...You're lucky I'm not trying to kill you, you're already such a small target! It's hardly fair to me." He called back, readjusting the grip on his pistols as he tried to listen out for her movement, or a potential unwanted party crasher. Their exchanging of blaster fire wasn't exactly quiet...

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Equivocal aimed the blaster out towards the doorway as she opened it, stepping out into the ship at large. She checked the corners, easing her way slowly outwards. From the sounds of things, the decks were busy with other paranoid, suspicious people just waking up. They'd flail around, shoot each other and generally make themselves a nuisance.

I'd better hope that none of them pierce the hull by accident and doom us all.

Her shoes padded gently as she moved down the hallway, trying to approach the lifts or a set of ladders. She had a vague idea of where the bridge would be on a ship like that. The bridge would have consoles. It'd have comms. It'd have somewhere she could slice in and find out where she was. Hopefully, it wouldn't be filled with heavily armed idiots.

As she approached the end, she could hear the screaming. She frowned, looking around at the various doorways and entrances. What hysterics. That will get you killed. It was the kind of wail reserved for an extreme injury. Or a grieving partner after being told that there'd been a terrible accident...

Ignore it.

Steely-eyed, Equivocal kept moving until she came to a ladder. It was just hidden, off to the side in an alcove. Her fingers curled around the cold metal as she began to climb it, holstering her blaster for just a few seconds as she ascended upwards... right towards a blaster fight, it seemed. Instantly, she flattened herself against the alcove wall, seeing the shots pulse in front of her. Kneeling down, she raised her pistol and waited for a lull in the shooting. Hearing the very distinct rasp of a Trandoshan, seemingly trash-talking their prey.

Loudmouth. Whoever they're fighting should put a blast in his mouth now, while he's talking.


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Kamelle’s pace was slow and steady, her feet more like an extension of her blaster as it positioned itself further forward, the weapon carrying the wielder toward mark and murder. The sense of it, she could feel it crawl along her skin like a cold reptile; a call of death and dread that a Trandoshan killer could not echo with a thousand snarls. This one liked to run, liked to hide, liked to test and tease with that tenacious tongue of his. Don’t worry, Kam. You’ll be cutting it out soon enough.

“Not trying to kill me, eh?”

She called across the corridor to her opponent’s position, though he was clearly in cover where she was not. No matter. She was prepared to pull a sidestep and then her trigger. The Trando could move, and in for the kill if that Twi’lek behind both was his handiwork, but he could not move like a Sith. And I doubt you know you’re up against one.

“So, you delight in toying with your prey. I can understand that.” She cast half a smile into the empty space, her heart torn between racing and crawling. There was a thrill to her apparent predicament, waking up in the unknown with other unknowns out to end her. “The thrill of the kill is sweet all on its own… Careful, though...”

She trailed off, getting closer and closer to this other junction where the corridor split off either way—and where one Trandoshan hid on one side of it. Kamelle was struggling to sense his presence. Why..? But she could sense something else inside herself that had always been there, just waiting to come out as much as she waited for her enemy to. Amid both, there was the distant sound of struggle in other parts of the ship, but beyond their own two voices their corridor was a quiet place.

“...These violent delights have violent ends!”


With that, the Sith darted forward, her boots thudding off the floor. The Trandoshan would hear her coming and she was banking on it. He might do one of a few things: a coward would turn tail and run; a combatant would fire both blasters in full view or just one from around a corner. One or both, his position behind either wall would be revealed, and Kamelle would act immediately as she charged.

Even if her opponent stayed in hiding, however, her plan would not be thwarted by the time she reached her corridor’s end and entered the junction he was at. Whether he was quick to reveal himself or not, Kamelle released one hand from her own blaster, dropping from the barrel to shoot forward. From the palm, a flash of light flew, bright and brilliant. The caster had closed her eyes at the moment of burst but her target would likely have been unprepared.

Like a flashlight in the eyes, the Trandoshan’s sight would suffer for only a short period if he succumbed to glimpsing it. That moment would be all that Kamelle would need as she spun herself and her weapon around the junction to train the muzzle on her mark—and squeeze the trigger.



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Tresshk had heard some light shifting of his opponent, but he couldn't quite get a read on where she was at. Taking a few audible whiffs of the air, he could smell her scent getting stronger, at least knowing she was starting her descent down the hallway. So she was going to turn this around on him, was she? The trandoshan grinned as he let her talk, shifting himself up and pressing back into the wall. Tresshk put his blaster up into his mouth and the other deposited at his side. He had a sneer on his face, now being silent as the human woman was the one to taunt and approach him, sticking his long limbs out to press to each side of the wall bracings. He began his ascent up then, moving higher and higher up along the wall one leg and arm at a time. He came to a halt pressed up into the crook of the ceiling, time seeming to slow and the world becoming completely silent for a moment as he waited with baited breath and hunter's instinct....And then it all happened in a fast flurry.

His adversary turned the corner with a sudden jump, and his body tensed and then leapt into action. With a reptilian roar from his throat, the blaster still in his mouth, Tresshk lunged down, his clawed hands out and ready to tackle the woman, his eyes narrow and glaring right down at his target, ready to take her to the floor and beat her into submission, to get some answers or at least a better gun. That isn't how it went for the trandoshan, in fact he hardly had time to comprehend what even happened, as everything went white.

With a surprised snarl the gun dropped free from his mouth, and his focused lunged turned into a mid-air flail, leaving him vulnerable. And yet, even so, the human would have to deal with a very sudden and very large force heading right for her, as two hundred and twenty pounds of floundering trandoshan dropped from above without much time to react. And with her senses seeming to be on the fritz? The Sith possibly wouldn't quite be ready to expect THIS scenario as much as she was relying on.

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