Occupy Spaceport

[SoloWing]

Farlink Station was an oddity if there every was one. Years ago it had been built along the crude hyperspace lanes and it had done nothing but blossom ever since. The fact that it was stationed near perfectly between Alliance and Empire space made it uniquely suited to serving customers coming and going. The owners of Farlink made it clear that their station was, as a privately owned business entity, strictly neutral ground. They made no bones about whether their customers were Imperial or Alliance-- so long as the credits were good.

For the most part, their policies weren't any of Alya's concern. The fact that they could repair her rented cruiser was, hence why she had pulled into the massive facility. After taking out a dock rental and explaining to the mechanic on duty what the problem was with the main hyperdrive (and how to fix it for that matter) Alya wandered away from the docking spaces and towards the shopping district.

It didn't take her long to spot a row of holonet stations. She chose one of the booths, took out payment for a voice-only call, and dialed up her quarters. This wrinkle in her plans was going to have to be accounted for.

While the computer labored to put her connection through, Alya's eyes drifted to the map pinned to the back of her little booth. Farlink Station was comprised of three main zones: the docking zone, the refueling zone, and the economic zone. The little star affixed to the map indicated that she was standing in the economic zone and it proudly listed all of the different shopping attractions on the area. It wasn't anything that she didn't already know.

A voice came across the comm link, pulling Alya's attention away from the map and to the task at hand. It was a quiet and whispery voice, one that she had heard countless times throughout the years: "Mistress Alya Vin's residence. Mistress Vin is not present at the moment, may I take a message?"

"It's me, Edel." Alya's tone indicated that there was no need for formalities. "Listen, the main hyperdrive gave out on the cruiser; it'll be a few hours before these Farlink mechanics can fix it. Cancel the dinner plans and do not wait up for me."

"I understand, Mistress." Her servant's voice indicated no displeasure at the change of plans.

"None. Take the night off and enjoy yourself. I'll be back as soon as I can." Alya's eyes fell on the holonet meter and she bit back a curse. "My time's up. I'll return as soon as I can."

She hung up before the computer's software decided to charge her for extra time and then left the little hut behind. Her steps carried her across the polished metal floor, in an aimless direction, and into the thick of the shops and stalls; there was nowhere to be and nothing to do but waste time... for the moment, anyway.

 

[Buddha C]

Monsieur Haven walked in a wide gait through this 'economic' zone. He sneered at that lie, it was nothing more than a hovel for the paupers to congregate and exchange their measly bits of currency for rancid food. His body was draped head to toe in silk, his dark black suit, golden undershirt and red robe gave off the radiance of opulence. Thieves often noticed the diamond cuff-links he always sported, not that he wasn't constantly followed by an escort.

Today his task was to find those vagrants, the violent ones, he recalled. Some other name they went by in this part of the galaxy, bounty-shufflers or what-something. He and his large alien cohort scanned the crowds for those adventuress looking types. Their search would prove to little avail, even after a vigilant hour. It seemed his new 'sinecure' wasn't that at all.

The pair grew hungry and they stopped at some not-clever menu-item named store. Some low-level garbage slopped on their plates struck his suit. This wanton act of defamation caused an out-roar. "YOU CRAB HUGGING KRIFF KRAFFER!" He cursed on for several minutes, his assistant raising to an intimidating height before the crowd.

 

[Cisco]

Roran Grey was an adventurer of sorts, A person who couldn't stay in one place too long or face the possibility of dying of boredom. He always had to be doing something with his time, Whether it was working, fighting, gambling, or studying, The Imperial Knight was always doing something with his time.

It was about the only reason he had for being on the Farlink Station, Adventure, and lots of it. He had arrived roughly three days prior with his own ship that now sat somewhere in the docking zone of the station. During the last three days he had mostly spent his time getting to know the station, Buying useless Tchotchke's, getting drunk, and making a few friends. If you could call them that at any rate.

Now though, he had found himself in the economic zone of the station, Standing inside of an out of the way clothing store. The place wasn't too good for all they really carried was the standard stuff, Denym Pants, solid colour shirts, socks and underwear. But, It was all cheap, and he wasn't one to go for the fancy designer crap they put out these days. With that in mind he had found himself going up and down the aisles, Quickly throwing a few shirts and a package of socks into his arms before going back to the register.

"Here, Ring these through." He spoke in a soft tone while spreading the shirts out over the counter all the while the cashier, a male Twi'lek, rang the items through. "That'll be...Fourty credits." The man spoke with a slight nod, motioning towards the register.

Reaching into his pocket, Roran, Pulled out a credit chip and reached over to the machine; Inserting it into a slot. Within a second or two the registers display simply flashed green, The digits now reading a solid 0.00 as the items were paid for. Within moments the Twi'lek had finished bagging his items; Roran upon receiving them, simply walking out the entrance and into the open with everybody else.

"Hmmm." Reaching his palm up to his face he looked to the watch that sat strapped to his wrist. "I guess there's not much left to do in this place but wander for a bit" He spoke to himself as he lowered his arm, beginning to walk off into the crowds bag in hand.

 

[Bad Wolf]

A space station, the perfect place for the Vaeringjar Pirates to rest and restock, Kerne was walking through the station looking for equipment, his crew had all split up Skrag and Jareeka followed him while the others were searching for the needed supplies.
Kerne was looking not only for supplies but also a possible score, he was dressed in furs and Leathers, common attire for the Vaeringjar Pirates, he new he stood out among crowds but hell between him and Skrag most people got out of the way.

 

[Dmitri]

One of ADIM's Machinas, Adam, strolled through the halls of the Farlink Station. It had been in transit and after the transport had broken down, Adam was stranded on this space station waiting for a ride. It originally planned to wait, but decided to hitch a ride.

The pirates seemed promising. He had some spice that he intended to use to bribe a politician where he was headed, but the spice would be useful to gain transportation; other means could be used to bribe the politician in question.

"Your outfits look familiar," Adam told the nearest pirate, Kerne. ADIM calculated the best approach was to invoke familiarity and pride. "Are you the Mygeetan Security. Nah, can't be; too far. I can't remember if you look like those Luminado guys or those one pirates I've been hearing things about."

 

[Rico]

Aldnos sat on a bench watching people go by. He would laugh when someone would walk and notice his hulking body and hidden face. He knew they would always jump back at the sight of him. The shop owners would always get angry and say to him "get the **** out of here you lazy old Nerf." He would always laugh get up and push the owners out of the way and trip them. As he walked down the row of shops he heard a man curse loudly for a minute or so at a poor little server boy Aldnos got angry at the man and said "shut up and deal with it don't go on *****ing about it" satisfied he started to walk off

 

[SoloWing]

It was right about then that everything went to seed. A loud alarm klaxon filled the air, interrupting the strolls and business of the area to announce that something wrong had just happened. No sooner did the alarm bells go off than did the blast doors immediately drop down and seal everyone within their respective stations.

A robot voice began to emerge from the resulting din and alarms. It said: "Warning. Security measures alpha have been implemented. Please step away from the blast doors or our automated security system will respond with violent force."

Disbelief and panic began to fill the area. Alya's mouth twisted into a frown as a few idiots felt the need to test the weight of that announcement. They approached the front sealed door only for the auto-turrents to come to life and put a string of laser bolts into the ground before them. The would-be heroes scamped backwards, scared out of their wits.

Whatever was happening, someone meant business.

The alarm ceased, abruptly, and then another voice came over the airwaves. This one was much less mechanical than the other, but still oddly distorted. Whoever was behind it had to be using voice-distorting software or somesuch.

"Greetings, hostages of Farlink." The voice interrupted itself with a laugh. "Rest assured that you are, indeed, hostages. We now have full control of this station and its automated defense systems. At any time we please, we will cut you down. But, rest assured that we have greater interests in you than random slaughter.

"As we speak, a communication is being dispatched to each of the respective superpowers asking for a small contribution to our worthy cause in exchange for your collective freedom. Once that contribution is made, you will all be free to go. Until then, please do us a favor and empty all of your credits into the waste shoot of the Hyperflare cafe. If you refuse, then you may find us a... less than amicable host."

The voice went silent. Alya grit her teeth and felt her hand go to her blaster. There wasn't anything immediately before her that she could shoot to make things better, but she wasn't just going to sit around and play the damsel in distress role either. That wasn't how she operated.

 

[BZenwrath]

{sorry for missing the first round of posting}

Alysa and her droid, P.R.O.T.O., had been meandering through some of the jewelry stores when the alarm sounded. Alysa sighed, this wasn't going to be the short refuel she had hoped for when they stopped here. After the alarm had halted and some proud men had fallen back from the doors she sat on one of the benches, crossing her arms and legs.

"Greetings, hostages of Farlink. Rest assured that you are, indeed, hostages. We now have full control of this station and its automated defense systems. At any time we please, we will cut you down. But, rest assured that we have greater interests in you than random slaughter.

As we speak, a communication is being dispatched to each of the respective superpowers asking for a small contribution to our worthy cause in exchange for your collective freedom. Once that contribution is made, you will all be free to go. Until then, please do us a favor and empty all of your credits into the waste shoot of the Hyperflare cafe. If you refuse, then you may find us a... less than amicable host."

Alysa spoke under her breath to her assistant, "Wonderful isn't it Proto, people are so nice to each other aren't they..."

"Yes ma'am," it replied lifelessly. Alysa Shook her head, that thing would never understand sarcasm...

 

[Cisco]

As the voice fell silent a slight smile had found its way on Roran's face. Among the chaos that had ensued and the people who now scampered around like fearful rodents, He himself, Remained calm and composed as he stood stood there. It would seem as if fortune had found it funny to throw him into yet another potential battlefield.

'First Taris, Then Denon, Tatooine, And now Farlink. Looks like it's my lucky day.' He mused to himself as he began to walk, Dropping the bag of clothes he had boughten off to the side. He was heading towards one of the gates to the other sections of the station to see what was up. 'Finding a way out of this place is going to be hard. But I wouldn't be surprised if the Imperials just came and blew this place away regardless of the civilians.'

Within moments he had found himself near one of the station doors. Like he would have expected, The thing was locked down tight and it seemed defensive turrets were active. 'Probably can't simply fight my way out of here alone.' The Knight thought to himself. This wasn't going to be easy.

 

[Buddha C]

Aldnos was met with a large thump, but as the alarm went off the 3.2 meter pale blue herglic that guarded Haven stopped his movement. The doors sealed shut, and at the threat of death the pair hunkered back down in the stall. Luckily for them the location had three walls, whether they could stand turret lasers was a questions, but it gave them a psychological sense of safety.

Next to another sentient the affluent Haven said hello, "Monsieur Haven, quite the predicament." He extended his hand for a shake. The situation was dire and he knew collusion would become a necessity if they wished to get out alive. What's to stop them from just mowing us all down and leave when they get the credits?