OOC:

Woooooo, so Darr gave me permission to start the next thread.  Quick review, high command has given the Raiders a week long vacation to a popular resort.  So have fun, be creative, and we'll eventually kick some ass.

so to start off you can have your characters packing for the trip and meeting at the shuttle in civilian attire.

Three suitcases, was that too much, maybe it was, but Namyr couldn't think of anything to take out of the suitcases.  An hour ago she had up to nine bags, but had narrowed down her clothing, shoes, and make up to three bags.  To be fair she hadn't been on vacation for a while, not since she had been seeing Riqimo, which had been a lifetime ago.  Namyr shook her head going back to the thought at hand, were three deluxe suitcases too much for this trip.  Darr had never given them a limit on how much they could bring, but most ships had a weight limit.  But she could lift each of them so they weren't that heavy, but then again she was stronger then most people.  Did she really need all that clothing?  Well yes, Rogueboy has promised to take her somewhere nice, at least a place that requires a suit and tie.  Of course Fenris had sort of done the same thing, but she hoped that it was more of a corndog and ice cream on the boardwalk affair.  Three bags though, she wondered how much everyone else was packing, she couldn't compare to Rogueboy's suitcase he had barely thrown in one outfit a pair of shoes, a toothbrush, and clean underwear claiming that he could always buy more if he truly wanted.  Men had it so easy, they never had to worry about their reputation by packing too much and being labeled as a woman, not that Namyr minded too much but if the younger troopers got it into their head that she was more femine then they thought then there could go some of her respect.

The door to the bedroom opened and in walked as usual a shirtless Rogueboy biting into an apple, "Gods, Nams pack much?" he asked before Namyr slid one of the suitcases in his travel path making him trip over it.

"No comment from the Peanut gallery, it was worst an hour ago," she replied sourly look at Rogueboy sprawled causally on the apartment floor.  She had to admit that their new apartment was pretty nice, big enough for the both of them and not quite so bachelor-like.  She was sure that Rogueboy would have been happy to stay in his own apartment, luckily for Namyr it had been rented out to another single guy making them go on the hunt for a new apartment.  Not that there was anything wrong with his apartment, but that green stain on his carpet seemed to move every time she came over.

"Just saying, so let me get this correct, the brochure of the place we're going has all you can eat buffets, good ones mind you with sea food etc etc, an amusement park, annnd on the more scenic side of the resort a nudist beach?" Rogueboy asked, "Why are you require I bring clothes then?"

"Because, though I ignore the fact that you have a thing against clothing, most people here will and will have you arrest and therefore will ruin our all expense paid vacation and have you sleeping on the couch for the next year," Namyr pointed out playfully.

"Point taken, so no clothes except in designated area, gotcha," Rogueboy said giving her a roguish grin, "You done packing cause we have to get going."

"Yeah this is about as good as its going to get, what do you think of my new bathing suit?' Namyr asked standing up and lifting her shirt to reveal an orange bikini.  She took Rogueboy's open mouth and oogling eyes as a good sign before pulling her shirt back down and grabbing the handles of her suitcases, "Well come on Alexander, we don't want to miss the shuttle."

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Namyr and Rogueboy walked onto the platform just in time to see most of the rest of the squad show up in different civilian gear of all types, "Nams!  Hey nice straw hat!" Fenris joked pulling on the brim of her hat.

"Us ladies have to protect out delicate skin," Namyr joked back noting the trooper's tropical shirt and shorts, 'Speaking of which, Alex did you bring the sunscreen?"

"Erm, um."

"Never mind, always wanted a man who was the same color as me," Namyr chuckled turning back to Fenris, "Nice shirt by the way."

"Yeah gift from an ex," Fenris shrugged, 'Think the weather will be nice?"

"Hope so, I can't wait to go for a swim its been forever since I've been to an ocean," Namyr spoke before she was stopped in mid daydream by Darr.

"We all here?  Good, lets load this stuff up and find a seat...in first class," he said a smile appearing on his lips.

'This is too good to be true," Namyr murmured happily.

What to bring... The rifles are out of the question, but maybe a blaster? Knives for sure, maybe a grenade or two for good measure, but what if -

Zorgn shook his head. No way would a grenade escape notice of whatever security forces were at the starport, even if the resort might not find it.

It's a vacation, not a war zone. Grenades, blasters, why would I need them? But my armor, that I have to take.

His one suitcase, all he'd allow himself, was crammed full of high powered weaponry, explosives, communication equipment, several kinds of drugs, and two sets of clothes. Formal, and informal. He was prepared. Except most of his carefully packed stuff would have to go.

Grumbling to himself, he took off his helmet and stomped around his apartment putting things back in their places. It would be a long day.

~ ~ ~

Zorgn arrived at the spaceport in his Wandering Flyer. The damn things were the family speeders of the planet and was feeling very self-consious arriving in a vehicle that looked like it had been bought secondhand from a Twi-Lek family. In reality though, it had been owned by Rodians before him. Creepy little things hadn't wanted much for the airspeeder, and Zorgn had a bad feeling he'd soon learn exactly why the price was so low.

Maybe it's just the color. Who in their right mind would paint someting purple, yellow, and lime green? With the cycling landing lights added in, maybe they just loathed it slightly less than me.

~ ~ ~

Zorgn had landed, and made it inside with his baggage before it hit him that he had absolutely no idea where he was to meet the rest of the squad. The place was huge, and he must've slept through the breifing on this one.

Time to wander around and hope security doesn't find the gun in my bag. And the knives in my suitcase. And the Urtazox in... woah... Everything's so GREEN!

Rogueboy had been expecting a lot of things from first class, champagne, comfy seats, hopefully no loud children. What he hadn't been expecting was a six-foot-four figure wearing a tattered shirt, dirty pants and with a magazine over it's head to be sprawled out across half the RAIDER seats. Rogueboy leaned over and lifted the end of the magazine, immediately two gray eyes met his and then eye brows leapt up in surprise, followed quickly by the rest of Snipes body as he spun and grappled Rogue into a headlock.

"Long time no see you young fiend!"

"Ha! Big talk coming from an old man!" Rogue pulled out of Snipes headlock and punted him in the butt.

Snipes spun around, but soon noticed he'd attracted unwanted attention and threw himself down in the closest window seat. Rogue threw something into the overhead storage and then plopped himself down next to Snipes before turning to him.

"What are you doing here anyway? We're on vacation, we have an excuse."

"You know that's an excellent question, I have no idea."

The inside of their ship was high class, clean to the point of sparkling slightly in the omnipresent soft glow of the interior lights. Leather upholstery on the furniture, exotic wood paneling on the walls, and was the carpet fur? Zorgn crouched down in the aisle and grabbed a handful of the thick carpet and shook it. Hell yes. This must've cost a fortune. No wonder security was so tight.

Back in the port, they'd found his gun. They'd taken him off to a little room and proceded to violate him in the name of security. Even his blood had been sampled, but the drugs he was on were legal, barely. All during their questioning, scanning, and probing, he was busy talking to people who weren't there and admiring shifting shades of color in the air.

All considered, he was lucky to be allowed to board the ship.

Though they confiscated his gun and knives, the security forces had not considered his cardboard tube a threat. The poster length stiff cardboard would make a suitable sword. If the situation arose, Zorgn would make them regret letting him have it.

And now the oppressive crew was threatening him, "Sir, please sit in your seat. Sir this way, please -" Hellspawn. He couldn't even sit and rub the carpet for long without someone trying to kill him. The woman, an attendant of some sort was babbling incoherently from a distance at him. Vile creature.

Colors shifted around the woman in a swirl of light. Abruptly, she changed into a frog beyond the size of any normal one. She took up the aisle, that demon. Someone had to save Raiders squad. Zorgn must be that one. He drew his cardboard tube, miraculously changed into a massive sword of amazing lightness, and attacked the demon. He yelled loud as he charged, intent on slaying the demon.

OOC:

I'm on Urtazox and hallucinating. I'm having a bad reaction to it, and am seeing things. None of those 'soothing dreams and visions' for me. The staff is being nice, but I think the head attendant shapeshifted into a toad demon, and tried to attack her with a poster length cardboard tube the staff let me on with. Unfortunately, I am no good at writing the mind of a druged up Zorgn, so I'm stuck OOCing my post.

Whoever continues, if you'd say I was easily subdued I'd be very happy. Maybe I'm strapped down in the hold for the trip. dunno.

OOC:

Oh, there's too much comic potential to just get rid of you.

Snipes looked over, about to give RB a vicious yet loving verbal lashing when he noticed some clearly quite crazed trooper start brandishing a cardboard tube, now Snipes not being unschooled in the ways of the cardboard tube samurai turned back to RB and asked a simple question.

"Is he one of yours?"

RB craned his neck around then let it snap forward again and smacked his hand over his face.

"That's clearly a yes."

Snipes stood up just as the maniac started charging down the hall towards a very frightened looking, yet quite pretty, female flight attendant. Snipes grabbed him around the midsection and tossed him into Snipes very own seat. Snipes turned and nodded to the flight attendant who smiled weakly at him. He then pushed RB out of his seat to the one next to it and Snipes took up residence next to the one that was clearly out of his mind on something that was probably pretty hard to find. He tried to get up a couple times, until Snipes seat belted him in and he was far too twisted to figure out how to get out.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your god damn fairy godmother, now look out the window."

"Ok Mr. Emperor."

After take off he seemed to calm down. A little, whatever he was seeing out the window was keeping him entertained. Snipes felt safe taking his seatbelt off him, but kept an eye on his behavior, any time he tried to get up Snipes silently reached up, grabbed him by the shoulder and sat him back down.

Rogueboy threw his small bag into the carry on compartments before grabbing a seat next to the Wraith squad member. “What do you mean you don’t know what you’re doing here?”

As he asked the question Namyr was walking through the aisles and saw that Rogue had chosen his seat next to Snipes as opposed to keeping a seat for her. A mild flash of annoyance was given to Rogue as the Twi’lek chose a seat next to Fenris.

Snipes had caught the exchange and was looking at Rogue with a raised eyebrow, feeling the need to explain it Rogue did. “We’re kinda dating.” He said uncomfortably.

“Kinda dating?” Snipes said with a mischievous grin on his features. “Explain.”

“Well we are dating, moved in together it’s just I’m not sure about something.” Rogue said hesitantly.

“Out with it! Or do I have to stick my boot so far up your ass you’ll get athletes mouth and I’ll get your herpes!”

“Damn it Snipes! This is a real relationship, I actually have feelings involved. Do you have any idea how hard it is to admit that? To look at someone you feel you actually love and not being able to express it like holo-films and books describe it? Every day is a torture of sorts...” Looking at Snipes’ face Rogue understood that the trooper had absolutely no idea what the Raider’s ASL was talking about. Cutting himself off. “Let’s just say that going from bachelor to not, is a difficult transition.”

Snipes nodded understanding and stared outside the window as the shuttle took off for their vacation and salvation; Bencarib the vacation planet of the outer rims. The planet was host to a huge successful terraforming project that had turned the planet into a beautiful haven. Everything on the planet was ridiculously expensive as everything was imported, a company known as; Falrow Vacations owned much of the planet’s surface and strived to keep it a vacationer’s paradise. This of course has caused some strife with the local natives who are more or less forced to work as waiters and bus boys with virtually no chance of improving their lot in life.

Rogue had read this article  not long after being told by Darr that they would be going on vacation, it never hurt to know which planet you might find yourself buried on.

Snipes passed out not long after the transport broke orbit, a Corellian Whiskey (neat) clasped in his hand, he snored, loudly, but otherwise he slept peacefully throughout the flight. To finally be awoken by a rather distraught Rogueboy.

"Snipes! Snipes! Are you alive! Did you die on me you rat bastard!?"

"Huh? What? I didn't eat all the muffins." Snipes said, trying to steal back consciousness.

"You crazy bastard, we've landed."

"Oh, that would explain some things."

"Like why we're not moving?"

"Exactly."

RB just chuckled as Snipes pulled himself up, he was the only one left in first class by now and he used the extra room to yawn and stretch. Where the frellen hell am I? And more importantly why? and ever more importantly, is there anything to drink around here. That last question gave Snipes the will power required to exit the craft and go through customs. The customs officers treated him like a particularly stale piece of seafood and just waved him through despite setting off several things that went 'whirr' and 'bwoop'. Snipes could see the RAIDERS standing outside the tinted windows, apparently waiting for something. Snipes grabbed a pair of sunglasses off a tourist and exited the building as quickly as possible to join the delinquents outside.

The outdoors were extremely bright, even with the sunglasses. The RAIDERS were gathered around in a circle somewhere in all that brightness, it took Snipes a few tries to find them without blinding himself and when he did he was a little taken aback by what he saw. The crazy one was pushing himself around the sidewalk with his feet licking the cement. Snipes wasn't sure whether he was supposed to laugh or do something. He finally decided that laughing like an idiot was the proper course. This earned him one or two sour looks, but he didn't worry himself about it yet.

"gasp, he speaks." muglug said with a sarcastic grin.
"of course, but you're going down." he grinned and proceeded to bring out the game.
5 minutes later.

Muglug sat shivering, sweat dripped from his forehead, dantes hand moved the piece had been placed, muglug proceeded with his move the sweat rolling down his face, he let a sigh of relief and sat back grin wide, he knew dante could do nothing to win now....crash. the pieces scattered over the floor.
"would you look at that, a spontaneous meteor fell from the sky and caused Armageddon."Dante sat back a look of disgust on his face.
"I didn't like that game anyway." Muglug just sat back and let him be.

Muglug looked over at zorgon, as long as he  doesn't do that in a mission ill survive.

Rogueboy watched outside the viewport as Bencarib came into view; the majority of the planet was a light blue. Ideal clarity to do some diving, Rogueboy thought to himself as the shuttle landed. Standing up Rogue unpacked his carry-on which was all that he had brought and headed towards the exit following the rest of the squad. Turning around to make sure that nothing was left behind Rogue was able to see Snipes passed out in his chair. Sighing to himself Rogue made his way over and roused the sleeping Wraith trooper.

Stepping outside of the shuttle showed the Bencarib customs, for a vacation resort it was heavily armed and monitored. As each member of the squad went through the scanners they presented their identification cards. When it came to Rogue’s turn the security guard raised an eyebrow and motioned to two guards on the side of him. “Come with us sir.” They casually said as they steered Rogue away from the view of guests and passengers and into a tiny office. One guard took a seat his blaster rifle strung around his neck and he kept it trained on Rogueboy. Just as Rogue was about to ask the guard why he was pulled aside, a man wearing the suit of the professional class entered the room and took the seat opposite of Rogueboy, in his hands he carried a rather thick portfolio.

“Alex Gorjan?” The man asked without moving a muscle.

“I am he, may I ask what this is about?” Rogue said after deciding that he wouldn’t play as a smartass.

“You’re a hazard and we’re rejecting you, we have a ticket for a flight right back to Tadath.” The man said as he dropped the ticket on the table.

“I’m a hazard?” Rogue asked surprised. “How do you figure?”

“Well our system tells us that you are a convicted terrorist, and as such you are not welcome on Bencarib.” The pen pusher said emotionless.

“Convicted terrorist? When did this happen?” A bewildered Rogue stared incomprehension marked all over his face like a tattoo.

“Regardless of when this happened, the point is it has, now take the ticket and get off this planet, or I will have you drugged and tossed aboard so much as a ragdoll.” The man said before rising from the seat.

Rogue sighed. “Can I have a word with my friends that came with me? Just so that they aren’t worried.”

“We’ve already sent word to them, and we will be monitoring them continuously during their stay.” The man left the room.

The guards escorted Rogue to a nearby shuttle that was full of passengers who were excitedly talking about their vacation. This is the shit.