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Star Wars: The Gilded Age » Places

Places in Star Wars: The Gilded Age

This is a list of locations that can be found in Star Wars: The Gilded Age.


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The Outer Rim

4 posts · 9 characters present · last post 2013-01-21 19:17:14 »

         The periodically dull drumming, aside from an intestine full of diligently working droids, was the most notable thing on the LAAT/i hovering in the outer rim. Jadeling had long grown accustomed to hearing the noise in place of sharp rappings of bare fingernails, and even came to prefer it after a time. She ceased drumming only to place her padded palms on a bank of consoles, feigning patience. And she feigned it poorly, seeing as the nearby astromech co-pilot whirred in response--either it meant to reassure her somehow, or it was growing as testy as she was. The pilot droid nearby was not as simple to distract--nothing short of the spacecraft exploding would distract it, she suspected.

Jadeling made it a point not to speak frivolously with artificial intelligence. She saw it as a sign of ailing mental health to pretend clicks and beeps were entire sentences worth of information (at least, when without a translator, as was the current case). However, should she have seen fit to talk to that droid, she would have wondered aloud how much longer their trip was going to take, how far they were from their destination, and whether it would be in poor taste to ask if she could find a more talkative replacement for him--for it. They were nowhere near Coruscant, she knew that much. She was in no hurry to return to the republic. After spending a week bloodying noses and leeching off of hospitality (these normally were kept to separate people, but not always) in the name of the law, Jadeling trekked back up onto the cliffs of the dismal mining planet, where she boarded her assigned ship. Her destination thereafter was not exactly something her crewmembers expected. Instead of a straight path across the expanse of space, she chose one that resembled a snake writhing through cobblestones. This dismayed the droids, as it went against logic, and they were programmed to rather appreciate logic. Yet still they followed orders, as they were also programmed not to take the words of an ARC trooper lightly. Said trooper thereafter sulked in her cabin, writing and sleeping and writing in her sleep, emerging only to peer at the stars and check on their progress.

And so it was that she said nothing to the robot that "spoke" with her, once more retreating to her room. It was a tidy place, hinting at habitation only via unkempt bed sheets and a select number of personal belongings here and there: a case of prized tehk'la blades, a folder of paperwork, and a dartboard hanging next to the bathroom compartment.Β She had removed her helmet two days ago, and it remained on her desk stalwartly. She could see her face reflected on its dark surface. Spotless. A thing of perfection, however small, gave her comfort.

"Hello there--"

A glint of silver sliced through the air the moment she whirled around, quivering and knocking against the opposite wall it then impaled. Without pause the hand that loosed the blade flew to her hip once more, this time drawing a pistol to hold at arm's length. "I recommend you come out, stowaway," she demanded after a time. "I wouldn't like to kill you."

"Oh, I think I would be dead already if that had got me. Now then, trooper, I suggest you don't waste any blaster shots on me. I mean you no harm."

Curious; she felt a minor migraine throbbing between her eyebrows, which caused her to lower her blaster a fraction. Her guest indeed could do her no harm even if he wished it, and she observed this when he made himself apparent--appearing out of nothing, but not quite materializing into something. Red of skin and large of horns, if she didn't know well enough to recognize his race she would call him an agent of hell. A symbiote of the dead world. It was a shame she didn't know how close her silly thought ventured to reality.Β 

The Togruta before her had a shivering outline and a faded silhouette, like a recorded message made to-scale. He was no taller than her, but broader. Thick, toned shoulders led up to a thick, toned neck, ending with a square-shaped face. His forehead gave him a look of sternness, but the crinkles around his blue eyes claim otherwise. White markings dotted his entire body--more of which she was seeing than she needed. She couldn't recall ever seeing a user of the force so sparsely dressed, and in such ratty clothes. They looked bloodied, burned, in stark contrast with his apparently healthy body; like he pilfered the clothes off a corpse. "What do you want of me, Jedi?" She inquired carefully. His lack of a presence could be a stupid magic trick meant to catch her off-guard, but Jadeling reassured herself that the ship was of good enough quality that alarms would be blaring should his physical body be elsewhere on her ship. Besides, she still had her hand on her blaster, her head ticking, and her eyes and ears open.

He faintly inhaled through his mouth, one hand over opposite his knuckles in front of his stomach. It was a gesture that suggests to her a familiarity with diplomacy. "I wish to know your business, trooper," he said, then elaborated when she cocked a brow sharply, "what you're doing here."

"There is a reason it is my business," she muttered. However, once she raised her chin to speak with the Jedi, an amicable smile was on her lips. It looked as if it were secured with glue and tape by a prepubescent child attempting collage, as her angled eyes didn't follow suit. "I've a report to hand back to Coruscant concerning my adventures in the outer rim, sir. But I am taking a side trip to see a friend in the area."

The Jedi considered this, adopting a more thoughtful posture than before, if possible. "A fellow trooper?"

"Yessir." There was a pause as the translucent Jedi digested this information. Jadeling refused to face away from him, so she backed away watchfully, reaching back to grab her helmet and slipping it over her face once more. Her tone became even more formal after that. "I hope I have been of use to you."

He flicked his fingers and absentmindedly nodded, but something soon dawned on his features. "Actually, I may seek to divert you from your mission." Her hand flew to her hip, her blaster was abruptly at the ready--the Jedi raised his palms to her as quickly as he could. "No, no--trooper, stand down."

Jadeling flinched, anxiety trickling down her veins, but she could not say why. Emitting a breathy snarl, she switched from offensive to defensive position, bending at the base of her spine as she secured her footing. "State your business, Jedi. Now."

He hesitated again. She hated that. "... I meant, I've a favor to ask of you. In exchange for information on that friend of yours. It might save us both some time." When she seemed unfazed, he continued. His gently shut eyelids gave him a grimness she disliked. "It is one of the troopers who was investigating a suspicious signal around Iego, correct?"

Jadeling straightened gradually. The Jedi knew what he was talking about after all. He knew where she was headed and why, and while that in itself made her wary, it formed a bridge she could not ignore.




Some droids were baffled by their next objective; on the moon of Iego, shipwrecks lined its surface like toppings on a Hutt dish. It would have been intimidating and discomforting, were they not top-of-the-line in each their respective generations. So, landing on the moon with the hobby of obliterating spacecrafts was a simple thing, albeit tiresome and seemingly inane. Thankfully, they wouldn't have to do even that. Their data stated that the planet is uncivilized and uninhabited, but their commanding trooper insisted that they would be met with hostility if they failed to take utmost precaution in their approach.

They will launch the smallest shuttle containing the only breathing thing on the ship, and pick her up once her business is done. That would be the most they could provide. Jadeling knew that the majority of droids on the ship were created for general maintenance--classes two and five. There were a handful of security droids on board as well, but to take them onto land would leave the ship severely lacking in defense. Besides, security droids were not built to fight an army. While some droids are able to operate the ship's big guns, that would do only menial damage and easily leaves them open for attack.Β 

At the risk of sounding incredibly generic, the trooper announced over the loudspeakers: "Activate sensor jammer."




"I fear I've gotten someone in a spot of trouble," the Togruta Jedi had said, as she inspected the damage she'd done to her wall. "I'd appreciate if you could, you know, rescue the damsel in distress. At the very least, he's causing sufficient distraction just by being down in the den of wolves."




Thruster usage was minimal. Power normally directed to shields was redirected to stealth. There was a fair amount of turmoil when the ship drew as close to the planet as it would get, and even further turmoil in the escape pod. She waited until she was precariously close to the ground before releasing the parachute. The sudden bloom of camouflage green still managed to catch onto some branches, but she was used to that. The Togruta had sent her to a decent spot. Trees were lower, she merely dropped out of the pod and suffered minimal strain upon meeting the ground.

And then Jadeling marched over to a tree and threw the fuck up.

"You read me?" she rasped after replacing her helmet. Her legs shivered like wriggling jelly, and her mouth still tasted of partial digestion. There was, unforgivingly, static on the other end, but she could make out acknowledgement in the form of infernal beeping. That would be good enough. "Stand-by. No, wait. Send off the messenger droid with the reports I'd written. Both sets of reports; confirmed slavery and suspected Sith activity. Set his course to Coruscant. Then you may stand-by. Oh, but have someone make me something to eat before I get back. Anything's fine. Alright. Don't blow up the ship, kids."

Suddenly having an organism to talk to amidst a week-long space trip had spoiled her, and she grimaced at how longwinded those orders were. She muted the static then, and inspected her surroundings. Who knows how long it would take the droid to reach Coruscant, and how long it would take for the council to take action after that? The trooper sighed through her nostrils. The blaster over her shoulder made it difficult to maneuver, but her senses were sharp enough to grant her a level of comfort. That Zinis guy must have swept the area this time, as there was no one here. Unless it was a trap. Ugh.

Regardless, the Togruta cryptically said she wouldn't be alone for long. Jadeling felt the chaingun warming in her hands as she adjusted its levels, and she began to move. The things she did for friendship.

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