Cruise Control

When the event moves down to Cargo Hold B2, JT is still nowhere to be seen. PD-101 greets the guests at the door there, as he did abovedecks, and escorts each group to their table. True to its theme, Under the Sea, the space is decked out in shades of blue with coral pink accents, … Read more

The days following the hull breach are chaotic. Tenex Sinemet shines as an authoritative voice on getting the ship back in working order, at least enough to hobble away from the Maelstrom to a safer distance. Kerr-Lonn-Ny sits out the worst of it, safe in Captain Rowan’s reinforced quarters, where she and a security detail … Read more

JT spends a little time on the shelter idea but soon determines it will not work out. She is wasting time that the others, lacking sealed jumpsuits, do not have. The hull breach is now wide enough for her to fit through, so with an encouraging farewell, she heads out into the Maelstrom. It is … Read more

Tcho catches up with Boze, narrowly avoiding getting clobbered himself. She is unconscious, so that situation is at least under control. The captain has begun wheezing, and it is probably not just from the dust in here. If they are losing atmosphere, hypoxia is not going to be their only problem, but it is at … Read more

Tcho lets go of the scaffold and swiftly checks the Trandoshan at his feet. Out, but not dead. He glances around anxiously, but everyone’s attention is still on the Blue Streak. It still looks as though nobody knows Tcho is here. The person in charge of this mess is seated at the central table, her … Read more

“I didn’t make this stuff up, man,” the Weequay insists. Still standing in audience before Mukry Boze, he turns, appealing to his comrades. “The guy’s some kind of crazy assassin. You heard Adalat calling in and saying the captain had his own bodyguards. Some sort of secret security squad—that’s who this guy was!” He turns … Read more

Dame Metropolis exits hyperspace in the wrong location for all parties concerned. The vessel has overshot the shipjackers’ planned rendezvous point, so no reinforcements are here to join their cause. This is not as advantageous an outcome as it sounds, though, since the enormous luxury cruiseliner is far closer to the Maelstrom than any ship … Read more

JT pulls the fabric back together as well as she can and jets down to the floor to rejoin Tcho and the captain. She reports that not everything is going according to plan on the other side and delicately informs the captain that crew members are in that room and part of the ship takeover.  … Read more

Through the slit fabric of the partition, JT sees a conference room in disrepair. Scaffolds and machinery for renovations are set up in numerous places. Everything is coated in dust from construction debris. Although the room is deep within a starship, its floors are made of duracrete, and there are several mixers scattered about, as … Read more

JT leads the way down corridor after corridor to another meeting room that is next to where the criminals have holed up. Along the way, Tcho and the captain fill her in on what they know so far about who they are facing and what actions they have already taken aboard the Dame. The three … Read more

The Blue Streak jets down the service access area, heading to the intersection Tcho clued her in on. Occasionally she ricochets off walls or clips herself on a corner. These corridors are just not as spacious as open air, and JT does not have a lot of experience operating her jet pack in confined quarters. … Read more

JT’s third class berth is a disorganized mess at the moment, with crafting supplies scattered all about. Following dinner with Tcho earlier this evening, during which they discussed her meeting with Ursa Diol and how the moff can be reformed, she switched her focus to meditation. Being a bit of a fidget, she needed something … Read more