Star Hunter

The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies. ( - Laurel K. Hamilton ) Jinan Diseth IV. Captain of Apollo XXIII. Loyal to the Imperial Navy. currently at 1219 Credits

[icaqian-blog]

“you can’t even calculate the trajectory of a dung bomb to dodge it. i’ve no doubt the method you’ve utilised to come to that conclusion is flawed,” the woman shoots back, scuffing the tip of her shoe against the rusting metal flooring beneath them. even with crossed arms, her hands lingers anxiously over her blaster. “your sense of humour is abysmal. refrain from making more of what you call ‘jokes’, captain.”

[icajin-blog]

“i used common sense -- something that you seem to lack, captain.” he doesn’t dare close his eyes, or avert his gaze from her, but the sound of her shoe against the flooring was enough to make him want to shoot her right then. still, in a show of faux trust, he looks around instead and spots a cabinet, heading towards it with the calculated grace of someone who didn’t want to fall over, just to make sure that everything in there would last them a week, just like he’d said -- “ah...if i shoot you these can last me two weeks.” he gives her a look over his shoulder, and a small grin. “another joke.”

[icajin-blog]

@icaqian​

“i’m not waiting to be found by a navy search party,” qian scoffs, eyes narrowed into a slight glare. her hands fingered the outline of the compact pack of tools in her bag, but her instincts refrained her from attempting to pry the mechanics of the door open. (she wouldn’t turn her back against him, not even if he’d said she’s wanted alive.) “i’m more likely to survive the storm outside than to remain here with you.”

“clearly, the chances of staying alive in here are much higher than if you were to brave the storm outside.” there’s a nonchalant way with which he says it, even though he’s still feeling a bit odd, as one would when one was tossed around a particularly small cockpit. it’s all he can do to keep his attention on her and not, say, the slightly overwhelming feeling of wanting to throw up. “don’t be foolish. if circumstances allowed it, i would’ve shot you already.” he waits a beat, and adds: “that was a joke.”

[icaxluda-blog]

๑ annoyance

@icajin

the girl walked through the area trying to scope the area out for things the seem valuable. her face was covered with a scarf trying to hide her face from anyone noticing that she was the girl on the wanted flyers. she really didn’t come to marketplaces to steal but she was desperate this time around. her eyes were set on a lady who was carelessly leaving her bag out in the open. ‘easy…’ the small girl thought and approached the same stall and tried to quickly grab the bag. she then saw a familiar face among the crowd that was walking towards her. a smirk came from under the scarf and instead of taking the purse she walked over to the same area they were going. 

‘it’s him again~ oh this is going to be fun!’ she skipped towards the individual. luda had bumped into the taller figure on purpose and pulled down her scarf. “oh i’m sorry!” she said and flashed a smile to the other. “this scarf gets in the way sometimes~” 

[icajin-blog]

a familiar head of hair, about the same height, and just the same suspicious gait a thief always had about them: jinan could spot these a mile away over shorter people, and between shoulders. half of him wanted to turn a blind eye. in fact, he wanted to turn away completely -- but he first had to scope out the area, because his mission was to investigate and not --

he was halfway to turning around ( not even managing to convince himself to keep going in that general direction ) when said annoyance bumped into him, and he gave a sigh deep enough to keep his lungs devoid of oxygen for a day or so. but his shoulders did not slump, and instead he kept his hands in his pockets, one still gripping the Credit card tightly. “you again -- you better not cause any trouble here, thief.”

[icajin-blog]

[ satellite downlink : static ]

[icagyu-blog]

“oh, boo hoo,” he says, rolling his eyes. “you’re so intimidating. should i be quaking in my moon boots?“

sunggyu walks quickly as instructed, despite his attitude. verbal resistance makes him a pain in the ass, but he’s obedient when it comes to staying away from orange jumpsuits. he has no thirst for real trouble, so there’s no chance of him joining rebellions or criminal syndicates. in the eyes of empire law, he’s nothing more than a petulant child. he knows his place, even if he gets a kick out of testing his limits. jinan seems like the perfect candidate to push his boundaries. but the more he glances back, the more he starts feeling sorry for the kid.

"are you going to be like this the whole time?” he asks. sunggyu looks behind him, one eyebrow raised from beneath his helmet. “you don’t have to be so uptight, kid.” his underwear is riding up, so he kicks a leg out and tugs back on the seat of his pants. he doesn’t care what other people – especially empire brats – think. he hasn’t cared about much of anything for the past thirty years.

he laughs as they approach the restaurant and he presses the button, welcoming the two of them into greasy heaven. “you can look me up if you want,” he says. “i punched a cop on zelos once and that’s about as violent as i get. lighten up a little, yeah? this is a meeting at McDonald’s, not an interrogation.”

[icajin-blog]

the bounty hunter’s reputation precedes him, and jinan can see why so many of those quiet colleagues he got the information about sunggyu from didn’t exactly want to deal with the man...thing. 

as the doors opened before them, jinan waited until they were truly inside before taking his helmet off and going up to the counter. an alien -- he knew it was an alien, for the creature wore the id brace and the morph gen so closely attributed to their disfigured kind -- waited for them with a smile. the captain could only wonder in disgust how it must look like without the ring to conceal its gruesome features. 

“i’m not a kid,” he grumbles angrily, tucking his helmet safely under his arm and inhaling the scent of unhealthy grease and deep-fried space potatoes. it had been a while since he’d been to a lowly establishment for the masses, if the cafeteria food in the navy base didn’t count. was subtly drooling over that unhealthy space potato junk considered insensitive in the presence of his zelosian companion? jinan didn’t rightly care if it was.

“and i know of your reputation. now go order something and find a seat, mister sunggyu. the meal’s on me.”

[icajin-blog]

@icaclio​

Clio is not sure how to deal with a Captain of the Imperial Navy, specially one that seems to just want to get drunk. Sure, she’s travelled the universe and met several servers of the Empire and, for the most part, she’s not too fond of them. She may not be part of the rumoured Rebel Alliance, but she sure as hell does not like the Empire, and that’s not about to change.

She raises her eyebrows at the other, lips pursing slightly, but that only lasts for a second before her features turn into a playful smirk. “I didn’t know captains were allowed to drink. Or are you by any chance defying the Empire?” She might get in trouble for even just playfully alluding at some kind of rebellion, but what’s life without a bit of risk?

“no.” the thought itself is blasphemous, and jinan shuts it down quickly before either of them have any chance to entertain it. it’s what he’s always been taught to do; the empire is absolute, and supreme, and to fight against the order of the universe was to fight against life itself. the rebels were nothing but anarchist scum -- brats who thought they deserved better.

“i’m not exactly fond of the outer rim.” he tries to explain, though doesn’t elaborate further. this whole drinking thing is becoming a problem, and he can see why the last guy had been so quick in disappearing of the naval radar ( desertion, it’s called, but jinan calls it lack of will ). “are navigators supposed to ask so many questions?”

[icajin-blog]

@icaxcidney

Cidney giggles, not one of her stage giggles, no. This one is full of delight and there’s genuine amusement twinkling in her eyes. “Honestly Captain Jinan, I think you’re running out of creative ways to express your gratitude “ she can’t help but point out. “Now, what do you have for me to sign today?“

“y-yes...ah...” it’s like this all the time lately, and his face feels like he’s been under jakku’s two suns for two straight days. with shy hands he takes out a small pad, turns it on: it’s where all his cidney cards are stored, accessible with a swipe of a finger. all 100 of them ( so far ). “would it be too much to ask you to...sign these? if that’s alright.”

[mhxyuha-deactivated20170827]

@icajin​ reaping event

eunseo has just arrived in the area known as jakku. she remembers passing by this area a few times, stopping on the planet a couple, but this is the first time for her to be here on apparently what was called, reaping day. “so just a giant market i guess.” she can see the bustling vendors with their shops set up and trying to bargain with the customers for low and high prices than the original. all this activity at once was a lot to take in for the scavenger, in fact she barely even knows where to start browsing! should she check the weapons or possibly new stuff for the ship, hm.

[icajin-blog]

a few mutterings, a few murmurings. Sappho, it’s called, though he doesn’t know what for. jinan has never had any need to travel to this part of the universe (there’s plenty of things to be had in coruscant, and this just seems like a more downgraded, dustier, messier version of the landscapes he’s used to), nor any need to dabble in what the criminals know. so he walks forward, dressed in garb most peasants wear in material that only nobles can afford, until he bumps into someone and -- “i apologise--,” no, that isn’t the outer-rim way to do it, is it? “i -- i mean -- get out of my way, peasant. shouldn’t you go and be productive...begging, or something?”

[alcyoneout-deactivated20160820]

♧ third time lucky.

[alcyoneout-deactivated20160820]

maybe alice didn’t completely think this through. all the possible outcomes that just might occur before even crossing the street. there’s not much daylight left and there’s not much time in general to brainstorm a plan– actually, who does that while they’re on a busy street anyway? the one of many times alice stops thinking off stage and–  boop!

“oh?” this guy managed to bump into her. this is unbelievable, this is as amusing as it can get! now she actually has to look at him and answer to him as she’s struggling with her poker face– or lack thereof… maybe it’s working.

“if you went to anything big this past month, you may have seen me before.” alice then raised the front flap of her sun hat, revealing more of her face to the man, grinning. her shaded eyes spotted the glitz on his uniform, some bars and all. “though I think I’m just a pretty cool coruscant citizen. are you alright, um… captain?”

[icajin-blog]

anything big --

oh.

it sets in slowly. the smile, out of anything, is familiar, and it takes him a full second before he realises that the world is still milling about around them and still none are as important as this ethereal being before him, smiling, letting the sun shine through and --

“by the emperor!” he exclaims, jolted suddenly into action and almost dropping his food. his hands are trembling, even as he sets the skewer down on the tray and tries to fix his hair. his face burns with something like embarrassment, or perhaps it’s because it’s flustered. ( both. most likely, it’s both. ) “i -- oh -- oh my -- oh frack, i mean --,” and more muted, slightly whispered exclamation, said through a grin that’s impossible for a man of his disposition, “alice! alice is -- is that you?”

[icajin-blog]

"Just because it's furry and cute, doesn't mean it isn't dangerous."

“are you talkin’ ‘bout you’self?” 

his speech is slurred, head almost hitting the bar top. it’s been a long day, and one that he’d rather forget. ( dealing with captain song is always tiring. )

he reaches out with the hand still holding onto the oddly-shaped glass, finger coated with condensation when he reaches out and pokes the other male’s arm. or tries to ( twice ), before finally succeeding. 

“you’ve got th’ second part down. the furry part, not so much. a’ least, i don’ think so. are you wearin’ a...” he makes circular hand motions, entirely dismissive, before laughing it off and taking another swig. “ring. are you wearin’ one of ‘em rings?”

[icajin-blog]

Greetings, Captain. Your target today is Nozomi Bando, under suspicion of conspiracy against the Empire and possibly fraternising with the rebel alliance. Do you accept this task?

The mission pops up in holographic green on his communicator watch as he steps out of the Apollo, out of the uniform and into something more casual.

He’d been ready to go after a real criminal: pirate captains, for one, had great bounties on their heads, and he told himself that to capture them would be to save the empire money instead of having other bounty hunters go after them instead. 

Surprisingly, it’s the last name that he notices first. Bando was truly an admirable admiral, unequalled in prowess and dedication to the Empire, especially when it came to the elimination of the filthy Rebels that infested the known galaxies. Bando was a hero among the navy, a name revered, almost worshipped in its own right. 

Bando, today, was his target.

( What the hell were the higher-ups thinking? )

He turns the watch off to make sure that it isn’t malfunctioning, takes it off and inspects it to make sure he didn’t accidentally switch it out with his holographic Nova time-teller, and turns it back on again.

( This was the only time he ever dreaded seeing her face. )

A frown dawns at his brow, and he pulls the hood up and turns the communicator off again -- this time, not planning to turn it on for a long while. 

( He must do what must be done, shouldn’t he? )

[icajin-blog]

"I don't know what you think this ship is capable of, but it can't perform miracles."

surely, he’d gotten the right ship. the allura was flagged, he knew, but according to the logs he’d just been shown, this clearly wasn’t the case, because allura had been on the other side of the outer rim at the exact time they’d been flagged down by the patrol units at raxus. 

he narrowed his eyes at the display nestled in his arm, scrolling through it again just to make sure, and looked up at the navigator.

“you would be right. ships can’t be in two places at the same time, especially if the locations are that far away...” he concluded, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “and you are the only personnel i can speak to? i beg your pardon, ma’am, but i would much rather speak to the captain than his navigator.”

[icajin-blog]

HULL INTEGRITY AT THIRTY-FIVE PERCENT. STRUCTURAL COLLAPSE EMINENT. ABANDON SHIP. REPEAT. ABANDON SHIP.

there are two things he doesn’t need when his TIE fighter is about to crash into the surface of one of tatooine’s more treacherous moons. one: finding out that the emergency survival kit under his seat is gone ( he meant to restock it until qian’s ship appeared on his own ship’s radar ), and two: captain song’s voice over the communicator telling him that not only is he alone in crashing, but he’ll most likely be stuck on the same moon for a while. with her. 

so, no, he isn’t in a great shape either, but he’s in a better shape, and he grits his teeth and flies closer, despite the cockpit beginning to rumble as they descend even more quickly further down to the sandy dunes.

“just surrender!” he yells over the intercoms, voice a little raspy, a little too breathy as he tries to fight gravity by sheer force of will and the strength with which he grips the control stick. one hand is already on the eject lever beside his seat. “it’ll be easier for the both of us, captain!”

[fyeahbangtaned]

SEOKJIN!!!! ♥♥♥

[alcyoneout-deactivated20160820]

♧ third time lucky.

with a small bag of goodies to share with her fellow members, alice wasn’t too far from the dorms (aka re:gal central). she and the girls had a gig about two days ago and they’re all wondering where the next big move is going to be. as she reached the stop sign, she looked around to see how bad the traffic was and someone caught her eye in the process. he looked familiar– wait, is that captain? the captain?  she’d love to take a closer look that would be too weird. so she keeps looking ahead, trying to fight the amused smile on her lips.

alice has seen him before. maybe. she’s pretty sure. but would it really be worth it to take off this failure of a disguise (which included classic sunglasses and a pretty sun hat)? and idols don’t usually approach their fans just anywhere. that’s how candidness stays genuine, after all.

if he is what she thinks he is, the reaction will be one that’s worth waiting for.

@icajinki

[icajin-blog]

this was supposed to be a casual visit. granted, his first mate had initially been opposed to it, but the towering buildings that characterised coruscant’s cityscape was a nice change from the ( mostly ) desert landscape and the nearly-suffocating clothing that came with it as a precaution. they needed to re-stock anyway, and the outer-rim just didn’t have the same quality parts as that in the colonies closer to the central galaxy. ( and he was going to go back soon, he said, but that one part just happened to be the trickiest one to find. what a shame. )

wearing the uniform kept him at ease, reminded him that this wasn’t a place where he should stay, and there was a duty to perform elsewhere ( specifically, hunting down a certain pirate ). but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy skewered, neptunian seafood soaked in some sticky, black liquid pooling at the small tray he held with his other hand. coruscant fast street food truly was the best.

coruscant, however, wouldn’t let him just stop and eat, and that was perhaps the down side of it. eating while walking didn’t guarantee being able to walk in a straight line, and when he tried to cross the street at the green light, he didn’t bother walking the straight line ( everyone knows the slanted side of a triangle is shorter than the sides that made the right angle ), and that was his mistake.

it was perhaps inevitable that he’d accidentally bump into someone, almost knocking the food out of his hands, and splattering a little bit on his uniform. but he didn’t let out so much as a wince or a sound of surprise ( he liked to believe he was more dignified than those mundane exclamations ), because he could’ve sworn -- “i’m sorry, ma’am, but haven’t i seen you somewhere before?”

[icaltair-blog]

“worms? you want me to eat worms?” in a sense, altair trusts the older man’s taste just as he trusts everything else about jinan but he doubts that both their noble upbringings ever involved creepy crawlies as delicacies. the horror in his face is painfully obvious but so is the sparkle of curiosity in his eyes. he pulls away from their intimate hug only to be able to look at jinan properly in the eyes. 

his lips purse in thought as he weights the suggestion in his mind, clearly comfortable in his position cradled in the captain’s arms. “alright, i’ll try them but only if you feed me.” he decides cheekily. “we can always sweat out the calories i gain from them later on.” 

[icajin-blog]

he digs out a small bag of treats, tied together by a blue silk ribbon. it’s nothing fancy; jinan just likes to have a little bit of presentation when it comes to delicacies from the outer rim. despite all his misgivings about that...general area, it does have its redeeming features. he shakes the bag a little, giving a small smile, almost imperceivable. 

“open up,” he says, undoing the bow with a single pull, and letting the ribbon fall to the floor. he’s already reaching in, pulling out a circular treat, amber in colour, with an even smaller, darker shape within. it’s smooth, and cool to the touch, and just waiting to melt in someone’s mouth. “the inside is like chocolate.”

[icaltair-blog]

“of course, i missed you. is that even a question? i am hurt that you even have to ask that of me.” under normal circumstances, altair would have never allowed himself to be the subject of such a spectacle but matters that involve jinan are always another story. the captain isn’t like his other friends (if he could call them that). 

the door to his office slides shut and he knows that his employees know better than to disturb them now. he grins– all bright and whiskers forming at the corners of his eyes – and it feels great doing so after using his facial muscles to pout earlier. he wraps both arms and legs around the older male, clinging like koala. “i missed you so much! it took you forever to visit me. i hope that you at least brought me something.” 

[icajin-blog]

jinan only holds him tighter, and there is a clear attempt to keep his expression as blasé about the situation as he can manage it. “have you lost weight?” comes as a mumbled question, seemingly asked out of curiosity, but an inquiry bred from concern. or perhaps jinan had gained strength; the latter was a far more comforting thought.

“ah...” he laughs, then, and rests his lips against altair’s shoulder, finding comfort there. ‘business’ trips are the closest he can get to home; he hasn’t seen his parents in years, and doubts that he would any time soon. altair is a close second, far removed from the navy ( he hopes ). “yes, well, i did acquire a candied d’roth worms from skye. would you care to try some with me? i swear they taste better than the name suggests.”

[icaqian-blog]

“you know… a cat… a space cat! with whiskers and ears!!” qian drew three imaginary whiskers on each cheek with three of her fingers before lifting her hands above her head to imitate the feline creature’s ears. “you know! they go meow?”

[icajin-blog]

he frowned a little, unable to discern whatever it was she was trying to say (stopping in his tracks and managing to breathe), then slammed his fist down on his palm. “i get it! you mean a furry!”