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Post by damijmaximus on Jan 16, 2018 23:29:57 GMT
 Hey boys and girls. Sorry this one isn't in the cozy office like last time but my plate has been pretty full. Oh, this place? Well I am about to step to a pretty solid opponent in a gladiator match and suffice it to say I'm pretty much OUTmatched, lol. So I figured a little training was necessary. This type of atmosphere is hell on the breathing, even with the proper equipment. That makes this a great place for cardio work. Anyway, enough about me..... What the fuck is going on!? That is the phrase I hear over and over again in this headgear you always see me in. And these are usually designed of all metallic materials, so you can imagine the acoustics in here. What is going on? Hounds, in pursuit of this family thing that I'm trying to get you to believe in i guess the correct thing to do with those that I call family is to remain on point myself.....I'm overwhelmed. Don't panic, I mean this in a good way. NovaStar will remain. Always. Stay with us or grow and fly away, its ok. Love. But for those that have ever accepted us into their lives, remember that...NovaStar will remain. Wait, my mind is trying to run from me again. Let me brake it back a bit.... See, I have confidence in my plans, my ideals and my abilities. But I had no idea I would be blessed with so many individuals that would execute with such passion and purpose. Past and present. Outstanding. Which is what brings me to this conclusion. Our potential is going through the roof. We are constantly being approached by outside parties with their goal being to incorporate NovaStar (and at that time The Octagon League) into their master plan. Not to mention our own natural growth which comes from dealing with a team that has such grit and tenacity. So my goal here is not to frighten you. No my Hounds, everything is fine. However, this is an update on the many things going on in our organization, with emphasis on the fact that everything going on in NovaStar is a direct result of your actions and your efforts. Sure I keep 'em smiling...I keep their minds on me and their eyes on their prize. But you all make the magic happen. Dont know if everyone realizes it but we are actually building and creating an entity from the ground up. From scratch. It may seem slow to some of the newer Hounds but from this end I wish you knuckleheads would slow down sometimes. No really, of course I jest, but the point is we have a lot going on, not to mention even more planned. Thats what made me realize its been long overdue to inform the Pack what we are doing and how we are doing. So before I get into it I gotta warn you this might be a long one. Right now seems like a good time to let everyone gather your snacks and get comfy. And to allow any late comers to catch up. I'm gonna take a couple laps around that abandoned structure over there behind me. Be back in a bit. |
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Nasvaki "Gem" Corsek
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Young and springy, the small cat seems almost to happy, her long tail, curling slowly in the air.
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Post by Nasvaki "Gem" Corsek on Jan 17, 2018 3:54:20 GMT
After a few seconds a thin but fair highted cat slipped in the door, looking a little panicked. She quickly slipped back into the seat from the meetings before, checking to make sure her modifications to the panel were still working. She then re watched the short video of Damij from moments before, leaving him the short reply: Where are you... and where is this gladiator tournament? I'll give you all the support I can!
At closer inspection it was almost hard to believe she was a year older than she had been the last time she had sat in that seat, and it was definitely hard to tell what her real age was, but almost frighteningly young, that fore sure. Her fur was bright fiery orange and yellow, the yellow more tending to her face and chest, her long face was thin, and bright, energetic and eager. Her tail flipping slowly through the air behind her as she sat, elbows propped on her knees, hear head in her hands, sleeping softly. Every few moments she would open her large emerald eyes, as people entered the room. Despite her bright coloration and slightly unorthodox clothing she seemed to try to hide from most's attention. Those who did approach her often simply received respectful nods and soft, slightly creepy fanged smiles.
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Post by Jedak "Lucky" Moore on Jan 17, 2018 4:07:00 GMT
*Jedak takes a seat in the borrowed Bulk Freighter and loads up his halogram connection. He allows himself a look around the room at the beings that are there, Hounds, his family every one of them, before leaving briefly for some caf.* “Let’s see what the boss has in store for us this year.” He says to himself as he waits for the video to start.
He looks at the screen when the video comes up, trying to guess where the boss might be as he listens to the message, sitting back in his seat slightly as Damij takes off running. “Huh, I must have been put a while with that coma.” Jedak thinks to himself. “I’m gonna need more caf, and some nerfsteak.” He says to no one as he gets up and heads to his galley, returning just in time for the next part of the message.....
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Post by krall Atvar on Jan 17, 2018 16:07:24 GMT
Krall Takes a Big pull off the flask he always carries, lights a cigar and Spins his command chair around to view his monitor. he then puts his feet on the annoying droid that won't shut-up about "Not missing Damijs video".
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Post by damijmaximus on Jan 17, 2018 22:57:15 GMT
Damij sat back down, with his travel companion at his side, and prepared to begin the next segment of his Address. His muscles ached and his lungs felt an intense, steady burn. But the pain was good pain. Indication of achievement. It did feel good to take another break though. Just before he began to make all the connections he noticed an incoming message from one of his Hounds. A Pup actually. One he has had his eye on. "What a coincidence ", he thought to himself. He showed the message to his companion and she gave a playful little coo...."awwwww, they worry about you. Isnt that sweet?"
"Yes they do", Damij replied indignantly. "And yes it is. Very sweet. So nyah!"
He turned his attention back to the matter at hand and sent a quick response to Nasvaki Corseck - yes little one. All is well. Sometimes i just do crazy things to keep our presence in the galaxy alive and active. Im not a wealthy Kel Dor. But no fear, this is a friendly match. I'll be back.And with that he set up the visual, cleared his throat and prpared his thoughts for the next segment of the meeting.....  Alright let's dive back into this. Oh, the being to my right here? Don't mind her. This is a long time friend and ally of mine. She likes to roll around in the dirt sometimes and I needed the company, so everyone wins. Be at ease though. While its not important who she is suffice it to say that I share everything with this friend and I am confident she will take it all to her grave. She will never admit it but she loves you guys almost as much as I do. So, on to business. First, I always enjoy this part, we gotta spread a bit of personal recognition around. We already know about our tier of evolution here. You come in as a Pup and through actions and personal growth you eventually become a Hound. That's also when I've seen enough of you and learned enough of your personality or abilities to give you your call sign. Then you continue to grow into your role as Lead Hound. Now these are not ranks. That's why they arent posted anywhere. I prefer those outside of our Pack consider us all equals because in a way we all are equal. We are all striving towars the same goal, the survival and prosperity of the Pack. Each position does come with a little more pay and a LOT more expectation though. We always assume that those with more experience will reach out and support the Pups that honor us with their trust and confidence. But let's begin...  Nasvaki Corseck. This one here has become dear to me and I'm not even sure why. I get that grandpapa feeling like I should always have some candy in my shirt pocket in case she stops by. Not much noise comes from this one and I'm willing to bet many of us barely notices she is there. But she always does remain in our troop as a solid member no matter what she is doing. Her age (which i do not know but seems to be quite young) does cause her to be a bit "scattered" at times, but that's expected. I don't know about you all but I was straight HELL as a youngling. So seeing as we should consider you a precious part of our organization and a valuable part of our team, your call sign will be Gem. Congrats Hyper Hound - a Pup no more. But remember, as stated above,this means I will be expecting a lot more outta you, young lady. Oh and of course you get the 1,000,000 credit pay raise. Believe me, I long for the day when it will be more.....but we're getting there. Promise.  Nahtan Bahol. This sentient being has become quite a pleasant addition to our team and I believe he may have reached this point faster than any of us....could be wrong, but no matter. Anyway, I am reminded of some literature of a planet from long ago in a galaxy far far away. I don't remember the name of the planet however I do remember their affections to a group of animals they referred to as dogs. Guess you can see where our soon to be famous team nick name comes from, lol. These animals showed a plethora of personalities and tendencies yet most responded directly in accordance to the environment they were raised within. There was one particular breed of bulldog, called Pitbulls. These were often feared due to their ferocious veracity. It was often said that once these warriors latched on to their target only death could release that grip. However this same dog was revered for the amount of love and affection it displayed to the family that raised it with love and affection. These animals actually showed so much attachment to the younglings that they seemed to develope an almost potective nature over the children. Nahtan locks on to every mission we throw at him with the same intensity, all the while displaying evident signs of loyalty, love, respect and belief in our Pack and the ideals we hold so dear. For this reason your call sign will be Pitbull. Congrats Hyper Hound - a Pup no more. And you will also receive the increase in pay and expectation. So re-welcome Nasvaki "Gem" Corseck Nahtan "Pitbull" Bahol Now I have one last bit of recognition to extoll. It is time to pass on the NovaStar Rocket:  For those of you that don't know this rocket was a toy I used to play with as a youngling. It's old, rusty and pretty insignificant in appearance. Matter of fact, it isn't even crafted very well. But the memories this thing holds are priceless. One day during the early times of our company I decided to redirect that symbolism, memories of the past, into NovaStar. It became a symbol of where we came from. Regardless of what we have now, regardless of the lofty heights we will most definitely achieve, it all started with a dream and one rusty old freighter. So I started passing this around to those that made some type of massive impact or massive sacrifice. The last to hold it was our dear Lead Hound Savanna "FlyBy" DeLong. We hope daily for her return from the strange, unexplained, coma like phenomenon which seems to grip so many in our known galaxy, but moving forward is the best way to honor her service to us. So in moving forward it is my pleasure to announce the next protector of the NovaStar Rocket: Chess "Klutch" Dakkart Klutch has lived up to her call sign in every way possible. I will not embarrass her by listing all of the things she is responsible for but it is safe to say a lot of things are better and more organized around here because of her. Hell, I even noticed some areas where I myself was more talk than walk in certain areas of my leadership. Just paying attention to her motivation has made me a better leader. Thank you Chess. Truth be told we almost lost this good one due to burn out. Fortunately she has found a healthy balance of work and life. So congratulations Lead Hound Dakkart and please remember to work smart, not hard. Just a quarter of your life devoted to us is thousands of times better than none at all. Ok, ok enough of the fluff and stuff. Besides from the rustling behind me. I'm getting the impression my friend is getting restless. So let's take another little breather while I head back to my ship, get cleaned up and finish this up in more comfortable surroundings. Back in a bit.
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Nasvaki "Gem" Corsek
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Young and springy, the small cat seems almost to happy, her long tail, curling slowly in the air.
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Post by Nasvaki "Gem" Corsek on Jan 18, 2018 3:43:32 GMT
The young girl almost seemed to slid farther into her chair, but if anything this was a show of gratitude, and respect. Slowly her lips spread into a wide, thin grin, as the name "Gem" grossed them. "Gem" she thought, "I like it." Her long thin fingers slipped beneath the cloak about her sholders, as she reached for the necklace her foster mother had given her before she had returned to Cathar. Nasvaki jumped with a start when she relised she had left the necklace on her ship. The human Joran Kith had given the Emerald as a parting gift, before she joined the Empire. Nasvaki herself was an orphan, left by her parents for Joran to find on Cathar, Nasvaki knows and loves Joran as her own mother, and has never seemed to care about the obvious differences in appearance, or race for that matter. Now that she thought about it she hadn't talked to her mom (Joran, Nasvaki has never even heard tale of her own parents) in quite a while, as far as she knew, she was still a low ranking Imperial.
She simply leaned forward and typed: Thank you Damij, its an honor to be one of your hounds.
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Post by Chess Dakkart on Jan 18, 2018 18:55:37 GMT
It must have been 3 o'clock in the morning in the galactic hour where she was. The water running down her face was getting colder and Chess thought it might be time to get out of the shower. She could not help but think that she have to repair the tubular coils of her YT-1300, which is warming the temperature of the water. She began to be uncomfortable especially when she experienced this intensity of fatigue, she had trouble sleeping, impossible to close the eyes. Leaving the shower she saw that everything was fine, always in hyper, she took the opportunity to check her message. -Oh the bossman finally sent us the new situation, interesting.- Chess continued to wipe her hair groping while listening to the rest of the message with a smile. -That bossman, always in perilous situations, he will never change!- She said to herself with amusement. The rest of the holographic communication followed his court and Chess took notes sitting comfortably in the living room of her ship. -I felt like I was cut off from the rest of the world with TOL and all the work that was required. I'm going to have to catch up and send my congratulations to Nasvaki and Nahtan.- Chess jumped in her chair when she heard her name of Damij's mouth. Not being used to this kind of honor, Chess could not help but blush. -We can say that he knows how to put pressure Damij, it's nice to know the opinion of those around me, I'll try to live up to these expectations.- With a movement of her hand she made appear an holographic keyboard and sent a small message of thanks to Damij. «Thanks Damij, I'm just doing my part to make Novastar the best faction of the Galaxy. Miss you, will try to make you proud each day »
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Post by Savanna Delong on Jan 18, 2018 20:49:03 GMT
out of the ensuing silence, an incoming message is received. The recording pauses and stutters before shifting into focus. The Twilik female smiled and took a deep breath. Though her skin seemed a little pale and she looked as if she could use a meal...or a hundred, she smiled and sat back.
The room behind her seemed to be some sort of sick bay or medical bay, if the medical droid and its neverendingly beeping datapads.
Her voice is a little rough but with a throat cleaning she spoke...
"Well hell. I bet you all thought I was dead. " She smiled slightly and with a slight nod she continued."
"First off, let me just say that it's damned good to be finally able to see you all again. You dont know how much I have missed my Family. Second, story short... I woke up in this damned med ship after coming out of some coma. Apparently I was found in the mangled remains of my ship on some deserted backwoods uninhabited moon in the middle of deep space nowhere. Someone apparently found me and fixed me up. We're headed to one of my other ships and i'll be home soon and can explain in more detail"
"I gotta go. Pilot says we gotta go silent for a few days. I'll contact you all once i get safe inside one of my ships again."
Love ya'll!"
The screen slipped to static as the transmission ended.
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Post by damijmaximus on Jan 18, 2018 23:11:18 GMT
Damij finishes listening....then falls out of the shower.  |
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Post by nahtanbahol on Jan 18, 2018 23:48:23 GMT
after completing an inventory of the NST Retriever's supply's and passengers Nahtan was shocked when he returned to the cockpit to find a message from headquarters had been sent through and he'd missed it, Rewatching the whole exchange between Damij and the gathered group. Nahtan was grinning as usual until he heard his own name, he was now a hyper hound, he rewatched it and heard his call sign for the first time "pitbull" a smirk arose when he repeated it to himself relishing the moment only snapping out of it after hearing the sound of Damij falling out of a shower.
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Post by damijmaximus on Jan 23, 2018 13:30:20 GMT
((OOC: final post this evening or early in the morning. 8:30 amEST now where I am))
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Post by veronique on Jan 26, 2018 17:59:44 GMT
V flips on her datapad as she sips on her caf, enjoying a late morning. 'So finally he decides to give a shout out' she muses as it's been a long time since D's addressed the hounds.
She reads the transcriptions, and smiles widely as she sees her friend Savanna has returned. She mentally notes she needs to reconnect with her soon. She looks over the newer hounds and laughs as D pulls out Old Rusty and passes it to Chess. Typical of D to stop mid-thought and keep us hanging, O Master of Anticipation.
V takes another sip and checks the ledgers, still frustrated that the banks haven't yet fixed their systems and the monthly FI hasn't been distributed.
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Post by damijmaximus on Jan 29, 2018 19:32:13 GMT
((OOC: Hey folks, I swear im gonna wrap this up soon, but computer problems and its like heart surgery on a mobile. But im still with it. Oh btw, did you know rl is a REAL bitch sometimes? Peace))
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