Myth Hunter

"Oh and bartender!" Myth called. "We would also like some pancakes... with cream and cherries and strawberries." Turning back with a satisfied smile to her friends, Myth shrugged. "Just in case we need to call on the Death Strikers."

Myth looks around at other patrons to see what their choice of drink was. All over the place she could see cups of some blue liquid. "I'll have the blue milk as well. And some crackers." Myth said as an after thought.

Myth laughed. "We're here for some fun. Let's go get a drink first... then... I want to see how much water I have stored away in the ship... Sandcastles would be awesome on this planet."

Myth landed her ship in the spaceport. Slowly everyone descended from the ship and met up in front of the port. The sun was scorching and the dry weather seemed to take the moisture from their very skin. "Feels like home." Myth said with a sigh.

Myth watched as the ship left. Then she began walking around the base. Her memory must be coming back again because things were looking familiar. The path she was taking seemed as if she had walked it a thousand times before. Without realising it, Myth had walked into the Bases main bar. Droids and humans served. "My Lady Myth," said one of the human attendants. "It's good to see you back, well recovered. Wold you like your usual?" "Umm, yes please."

Heading away from the planet Myrkr, Myth entered hyperspace.

After a couple of days of rest, Myth's strength had returned. And she knew she must get back. She hurried from the medics and off to the hangar where her ship awaited her. Preparing it in record time, she left Myrkr and headed for base.

Myth felt hazy. Her muscles were weak and slow to respond. With a struggle she opened her eyes. And found herself floating in a bacta tank. Suddden realisation hit her as she remembered the vornskyr attack. A medical droid rolled across her vision and Myth felt herself being pulled out of the tank. She was soon resting on a bed. The droid looked at her and in it's metallic voice told her "Your health has improved. You will be able to leave once your strength has returned." With that it rolled away. Good Myth thought to herself. I can leave soon, I gotta get back to work.

Myth came to once more. her body ached all over from the many slashes and bite marks. Several whip-like marks were showing through her torn jumpsuit. "ow, I must look a mess." "You do." Said a man standing nearby. "But you'll recover. A week in the bacta tanks and you'll be fine." Myth screwed her face up... Bacta. She hated the stuff, but she also hated being injured. Slowly, she submitted herself to the week long treatment.

Myth coughed, her eyes fluttered open, unfocused. "I think the vornskrs hate me." With a final cough she dropped back into unconsciousness.

"Right-o, Mike." Myth turned to a nearby tree, scanning it's limbs for the Ysalamiri. It wasn't hard, there were plenty to find. Immediately, she set about carefully removing the creature. OOC: do we have any support frames for them???

Myth's Ship, the Empress, lifted smoothly from the ground. Joining the troop of other ships readying for flight and fun.

OOC: Sorry, been busy lately. IC: "JEDI! I hate them. They took my sister from me. Now I get to have some payback " Myth clapped her hand together in anticipation. "I'm with you all the way. Where are we heading???"

A small sleek ship glided through the atmosphere towards the small prefab village. Landing in amongst the other ships she spied an old friend and smiled slightly. Much had changed since they last met face to face. Exiting her ship, Myth made her way over to the small group already assembled. Some were beginning to make their way over to one of the small buildings.

*Myth, travelling from the now disintegrated Asteroid, recieves a message. Promptly, she changes course heading for the Smugglers Moon*

*Myth walked over to Imperial Destiny* Sir. What are your next orders???

*Myth headed into hyperspace. heading for only one destination.*

Myth looked over the man standing before her. his appearance was standard for those of his station. Although she did expect Imperial Generals to be more... sharper. "Saren Kaylec, it is good to meet you. And yes, I would like to go over the attack plan. Is there also a way I can inspect the troops sometime??? I do not doubt those who may have done so already, but I would like them to know who their leaders are, and see for myself their Imperial loyalty."

Myth Spotted Imperial Destiny and made her way over to him. In one hand she held the transfer files. Calmly, she stood at attention awaiting for him to acknowledge her.

A small modified fighter came out of hyperspace heading for Caridia. The Quokka flew into the atmosphere, heading for a single co-ordinate. After Landing, the pilot got out... revealing the slender figure of a young woman. But her eyes... a beautiful Ice blue, with a look of death. The workmen nearby cringed as they saw her. She was not one for them to harrass. 'Specially with the armoury hanging from her belt.

Homing in on Mike's prescence, Myth swooped down and landed. "Hey Mike. Something uneasy is stirring. We better scat quickly." "Right." Mike replied. They both boarded Myth's ship and took off. Heading swiftly for hyperspace.

A small ship, built for the minimum comfort of two people, entered into hyperspace. Myth Hunter and Aia made use of their time in space. Myth taught all that she could in the confined spaces of her ship.

Myth escorted Aia to one of the landing bays. In the bay held a single ship. Myth's Personal ship. "Now, Aia. We are going to test your skills more thoroughly. We will travel and put you in real combat. Perhaps your training would be more productive that way." The two women boarded the ship. And headed off into space.

Myth watched Aia before replying. "you may start now. You can fly a ship. That's good. But can you use weapons? Different weapons?" Myth led Aia to the training deck. Lying all over the place were simulators. Walking over to one of them, Myth opened the door. Aia cautiously stepped inside. Before closing the door, Myth told her "you will train on these as much as you can. It will get you ready for battling different circumstances. When you are ready, then we will test your skills for real." With that she slammed the door and started up the Simulator for Aia.

I do not like the name 'master', it is a term only the jedi and the Sith use. You may call me simply Myth. Or Admiral if you wish to seem polite. And I have a few Bounty hunters with me. They are all busy though, so it may be some time before you get to meet them.