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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on May 21, 2013 8:43:33 GMT -8
The Crow's Nest was once a bustling commercial zone and complex for the mining company that formerly operated on the Skip 1. It housed VIP's and workers, serviced and loaded transport freighters, and was considered a secondary base of operations for the company, as well. Since the operations of the company were scaled back due to the criminal element coming onto the scene, it was closed down temporarily, at first; and although they attempted reopening it several times, the saturation of the crime bosses' activities on the Skips always made it more and more difficult to achieve their goals without heavy financial losses. The years passed by, and although the complex was home to the occasional squatter or small gang, it never saw the full extent of use it had before.
The complex boasts several facilities: housing, medical, mechanical, recreational, technical, and even a small restaurant/diner facility. The hangar, on an adjacent floor, connects to the main complex via several tunnels, service entrances, and droid bays. The complex came into the hands of the Veritas crew by a combination of chance and skill with negotiations. After several years of going dormant, and remaining otherwise non-useful to the crime bosses of the Skips, Aedon Gavin Montrose had decidedly needed to establish a pre-made base of operations. It was, to that effect, that he bargained with the local crime lords to take the complex off their hands, if only for a menial share of whatever profits he would make as a smuggler. During one of the final raids from galactic authorities, however, Aedon's contract with the crime bosses expired, due to the main contact that he paid his dues toward being caught in the crossfire. With that sheer stroke of luck, Aedon managed to cut ties with the criminal element of the Skips, and thus his new home the Crow's Nest remains to be the crew's facility and home.
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Post by Mika on May 30, 2013 10:56:12 GMT -8
*During a time when the Skip was full of the bustle of people and the medical areas were still in use. There was one that was doing secret projects the details now lost and the people who once played gods are no more. One such relic remains of this secret project could be found in a old Crime lords base. A statue if you will hung on a wall for all to see and none to wonder, it was just there stuck on a wall left to collect dust. Handed down from crime lord to crime lord and none wondered what it was of ever wanted to open the statue. This statue was made of Carbonite and there was a figure inside a face of a angel showed and look of betrayal on its face and a hand of a child looking, reaching out for a father that was not there. The statue of a child of about ten years of age alone and lost in time stuck on a wall ready for the next crime lord or anyone to find and wonder. Many people and being have walked past this "Weeping Angel" a name given to the statue once, which stuck over the years.*
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Post by Venin on May 30, 2013 12:40:39 GMT -8
*Venin rose to his feet, casually wiping blood from his mouth before pulling his face mask completely over his head once more. The warehouse, formally the headquarters of the crime lord Tyson Handell, was now the site of carnage was what remained of Handell and his crew currently gave the walls a nice crimson color. Tightening the belts of his three-sizes-too-large jumpsuit, wet and sticky with blood, only the Knobby spider symbol on his chest remained surprisingly white. Taping a button on the underside of his wrist, Venin walked slowly over to the long dining table that was set up in the middle of the room. Taking a seat at the head of the table, where the head of one of Handell's associates now remained impaled, the rest of the Knobby Spider gang...*
"Skip Division."
"Shut up Tox, I'm doing the narrating!"
"Sorry..."
*Anyways. The rest of the gang entered, all awe struck at the massacre before them. Two of the "Skip Division"...*
"Heheh!"
"Tox, shut up..."
*The two "Heads," leaders of their perspective "roots" approached Venin, showing their intelligence by remaining quiet. Picking up the slab of blood covered ribs from the plate in front of him, Venin lifted his face mask to the bridge of his nose and took a bite out of the hunk of meat. Chewing the bone and all, he said.*
"Huh...not too bad."
"Eh, it's not to our taste."
"You, me, and everybody here knows what your tastes are Tox."
"And so they should! Keeps these bastards in line!"
"I wont argue there."
*Looking to to the two men, wearing similar jumpsuits, though these were a bit more fitted for them, Venin said.*
"Start tearing this place apart. I want to know everything Mr. Handell and his people were up to. It would be irresponsible to take over their operation and not know where to pick up where they left off."
*The two men nodded and left hastily to go about their task as Venin took another chunk from the ribs.*
*In the personal office of Tyson Handell, two "Legs", simple Thugs, were rummaging through the mans desk when one, a Twi'lek, pulled a datapad from a drawer and began sifting through it. Shock and awe came over his face as he tapped his companion, a Human, on the shoulder and exclaimed.*
"This guy has an entire treasury here! I better take this over to the boss for him to look over!"
*The Human grabbed the Twi'leks arm and pulled him back before he could rush off.*
"What are you a moron? We should check it out first, see if Mr. Handell didn't move it all someplace else before we showed up."
"Alright....but don't touch anything. If the boss finds anything missing from this list he's gonna rip our hearts out and eat them in front of us."
"Oh come on, you don't actually believe that do ya?"
"Did you not see the dining room?"
"Yeah, but that don't mean anything. The boss may just be....artistic."
"Well, I don't want to be part of his next portrait."
*The two walked in silence as they made their way to the secret vault, which wasn't so secret since Mr. Handell was stupid enough to have directions written into the encrypted datapad. Arriving at the vault, the Human punched in the code, also in the datapad, and opened the door. Stepping in, he and the Twi'lek both paused in shock and awe, incapable of comprehending the vast amount of wealth before them. Immediately, the Human shoved the datapad back into the Twi'lek's hands and began pocketing everything he could lay his fingers on.*
"Man, what did I tell you? Put it back!"
"Kriff that! There's enough here to get out of this business, maybe even start my own on some world with nice sandy beaches, surrounded by Zeltronian babes willing to meet my every need!"
*The Twi'lek threw his hands up in defeat and turned to make his way out, when something caught his eye. In a corner of the vault, a slab of carbonite leaned against the wall, the face of a crying girl looking out at him. Walking slowly over to it, the Twi'lek couldn't help but feel sad. He didn't know or understand why, just that he did. Suddenly, behind him, the Human nudged him with his shoulder.*
"Didn't know you were an art guy."
"I'm not. But there's something about this statue..."
"Yeah, repulsors! Here, help me lay it down, we can use it to cart off twice more then we could just carry on our own!"
*The Human dropped his pay load on the ground at his feet and began trying to move the slab from the wall. Sighing, the Twi'lek moved to the other side and helped his partner lower it to the floor. Then, the Human began poking around at the control panel on its side, saying.*
"It should be this switch here...."
*Turning it, he and the Twi'lek stepped away, expecting the slab to rise from the ground to waist level. Instead, it began thawing. As the little girl's figure turned red, the Twi;lek freaked out, screaming.*
"What the kriff did you do!!!!"
"I dunno man! I thought it was the repulsor switch!"
"Well turn it off! Turn it off!"
*As the Human crouched down to start messing with the panel again, they both realized it was too late as the red glow faded, revealing the form of a ten year old girl.*
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Post by Mika on May 31, 2013 8:30:44 GMT -8
*The ten year old girl stood there looking down at the human. She was wearing all white suit like a child size lab gear with a white bag over her shoulder. She was no longer crying but had her eye closed her red hair fell over her shoulders. What they would expect would be hibernation sickness, but her creation made it possible to recover with in seconds. At lease 30 had past with her not moving or saying anything. Then she opens her eyes, red as her hair looking down on the human. The "Weeping angel" now looked like the wings of death ready to swoop on her prey. Not speaking anything, no "thanks", no "Were am i" she puts her hand in her bag take out what looks like water to drink and two silver objects.*
"Booo"
*She empties the the bottle of what looks like water over the human (Very strong acid). The leaps forward at the Twi'lek Aiming 2 sugical knife's at his throat hoping to stab his throat then quickly as if cutting butter slash both knifes left to right and right to left in both hands. If all goes to plan The human should be screaming in pain and should have his face melted off and the Twi'lek should be gagging for breath lay'd on the floor with the girl on top of him covered in blood, If not she would play some more.*
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Post by Venin on May 31, 2013 8:49:06 GMT -8
*The two thugs looked on, confused at the little girl in the carbonite slab, not sure how to react as she dug through a little bag at her side and withdrew a few items. As the Twi'lek took a step forward to help her, she threw the acid all over his Human companion's face. Being one of those mouth breather types, the acid splashed into his mouth and down his throat, so his screams of pain were cut short as the acid fused his airway shut. As he dropped to the ground wiggling like a ground worm on a hot sidewalk, the little girl leaped onto the Twi'lek, knocking him off balance and sending him to the floor as she slashed both surgical knives across his throat repeatedly. Survival instinct finally kicking in, the Twi'lek did his best to push the little girl off of him, but his strength was already leaving him as shock set into his nerves. It was seconds before he stopped moving.*
*Outside, a Trandoshan "Head" and three other "Legs" were rushing towards the vaults from the security area, having seen the two thugs enter. Stepping through the door way, the Trandoshan was ready to rip the two Legs a new wastehole when he saw the little girl sitting atop the Twi'lek. Glaring at her as the three thugs quickly rose their blasters, they opened fire, shooting red bolts of death towards her before their leader could tell them to set to stun to prevent damage to the treasury.*
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Post by Mika on May 31, 2013 9:39:26 GMT -8
*The girl was small enough to use the twi'lek as a shield she rolls it over so she was safe behind the twi'lek and the dead man takes all the blaster fire. She waits holding the bunny that was in her bag in a loving way stoking its floppy ears as if it was a pet. once the Blaster fire stops and the three look for the girl she put the bunny back in the bag and takes out a poison injection and a another with a paralising injection. She still had the two surgical knife as well this would be fun and blood she thinks to her self.*
"YOUR SCARING THE BUNNY!"
*With that She throught the two knifes at the two of the "legs" which hit home right in the eye sockets one in each mans eye. The other man fire at the girl but miss as she skips and slides towards him and stabs him in the leg injecting the poison into his system. This would make him go blind first then lose the abilitie to speak then his body would then go into cramps and he would die within 5 minutes with out her having to worry about him. She looks at the "Head" with puppy dog eyes then stabs his foot with the paralising injection which takes about 5 seconds to work. As he falls to the floor she slaps his cheak and speak to him.*
Be right back,........*She walks away from him to the two guys with the knife in there eyes and then turns backDont go any were"
*She walks back to the first guy and pulls the knife from his eye it pops out with the knife and the guys sceams some more so she slash his thoat open to stop the singing. Then she move to the over guy who dare not move or make a sound and trys to play dead. She leans over him and he opens his eyes to his friends eye looking back his starts to scream but the girl puts her hand of his mouth*
"Ssssshhhhh you wake the bunny up"
*She whispers in his ear then she jebs the knife in his back at his lower spin and severs his spin and nurves so he could not move his legs any more. the she used her fingers in a walking motion up his back and stopped and taps his back near his neck.*
"Right about there"
*The man had no movement at all now. She then grabs his tongue and cuts it out, he couldn't speak any more all he could do is watch. she turns his head so the blood flows onto the floor and he could watch what she did to the "head". She grabs both knife and goes back to the bag she left the bunnies ear was hanging out the side as she walks back past the man watching. Now she stands above the head and looks down on him holding the bunny*
"You woke bunny, bunny needs her sleep. "
*She holds bunny to her ear, as if the bunny was talking to her*
"Bunny say you must pay"
*Puts bunny to her ear again.*
"Of course you can watch and yes we will carve Father in his forehead"
*She puts the bunny down and gets out the knuckle duster and puts it on her right hand and begins to hit the "head" in the head over and over again and after each punch lands says "You woke the bunny" when she see's the light leaveing his eye she carves "Father" in his forehead the gabs the bunny and her things and hugs the bunny*
"Look at the funny we had Bunny"
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Post by Venin on May 31, 2013 11:24:50 GMT -8
*In the security booth on the other end of the warehouse, the poor Human sitting at the controls stared on in pure terror, the unpleasant smell of piss and fecal matter rising from his now stained jumpsuit. What the kriff did I just see?, he kept thinking to himself before finally picking up a comm unit and dialing in the boss's comm frequency.*
Sir....we have a...situation in the treasury you should look at....personally.
:: Wait...we have a treasury? ::
:: Shut up, Tox. What are you talking about Leg? ::
Well, your not going to believe this, but it seems a little girl just killed five Legs and one of the Trandoshan Heads....sir?
*Venin had cut the comm frequency and was now rushing down the corridors from the dining hall, transmorphing into Toxoid with every step, painfully filling in his oversized jumpsuit, growing an additional foot an a half, the face mask stretching to its limit, leaving Toxoid's jaw fully exposed, and his hands growing a number of sizes, the nails on each finger hardening and sharpening into deadly claws.*
*Mumbling to himself all the way to the treasury, Venin was saying.*
"Damn it Tox! I said I wanted to handle this one!"
"Aye, we did. But we also know you'll kriff it up some how as we always do. Besides, if the little man in the camera booth was right, this little girl may prove interesting to us."
"Whatever...I'm just saying, one of these days..."
"Yeah, yeah Ven, whatever. Now its our turn to shut up."
*Bursting through the small door way, widening it by a good foot on each side, Toxoid looked about the carnage the cute little fire head before him had caused, bringing a sinister grin to his face, revealing jagged, razor sharp teeth.*
"We have to say, not to shabby little one. With some practice, we could make quite the death machine of you."
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Post by Mika on May 31, 2013 11:34:36 GMT -8
*The little girl hugs the bunny the puts it to her ear.*
"No bunny its not our new puppy"
*She looks at the hulking mass in the door then puts the bunny to her ear*
"Yes we should have saved the acid.......Whats that ill ask."
*She looks at the mass still holding the bunny as if nothing had happened in the room.*
"Are you our new puppy we like gifts?"
*Her hand was in her bag and pulls out a glove covered in razor blades she puts it on her left hand, the other still had the knuckle duster on.*
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Post by Venin on May 31, 2013 11:55:38 GMT -8
*Looking down at the little girl as she talked to her bunny, Toxoid felt for a moment that he was looking himself in the mirror....accept he was a cute bunny and Venin was a girl, whatever, he enjoyed the meta...metaphor? Whatever, that word that means the...thing...Toxoid shook his head at the mental battle he was having. He was all brawn, not much brain, so thinking could be too much at times.*
*Seizing the moment, Venin exerted his conscious to the forefront and took over once more, the mental process showing physically as he began to shrink once again to his normal height of 6' 6", his mask covering over his face completely, his hands popping and straining with the rest of his body as it returned to that of a well toned humanoid instead of that of a muscle bound Mr. Universe. Adding one last pop! to his neck, Venin chuckled at the little girl, saying.*
"No dear. I am no puppy."
"Hey! We wanted to play!"
"You'd rip her apart Tox. I have other ideas for her."
*Kneeling down in front of her as she pulled the bladed glove on, Venin softly scoffed and said.*
"There's no need to get vicious. I just want to be your friend. I'm Venin, and the big guy is Toxoid. What's your name?"
*Venin's tone held no fear, for after three thousand years of getting blown up, shot, stabbed, dismembered and even eaten a few times, he had nothing to fear from a little girl with brass knuckles and a Freddy Krueger glove.*
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Post by Mika on May 31, 2013 12:41:11 GMT -8
*the girl watch as the mass changed in size his voice changed as well. She looked over the six foot plus thing that called its self Venin and Toxoid. Venin and Toxoid kneel in front of her and she puts the bunny to her ear*
"Ok Bunny we shall ask it"
"If its not our new puppy what is it?"
*She put the bunny to her ear as she does all the time.*
"Bunny say we cant tell you our name as you dont have a gift which means we have to have fun again..........Bunny has spoken."
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Post by Venin on May 31, 2013 13:17:25 GMT -8
*An eyebrow rose on Venin's face as he rose, noticeable even through the face mask he wore. Looking down at the little girl, arms crossed against his chest, he asked.*
"I...am an enigma to creation. That's probably all you'll understand, since Tox doesn't understand it either."
"Hey, shut up! We is as smart as us!"
"Only cause you have my intelligence to tap into, which you never do."
"Whatever. We should be focusing on the bunny and why it doesn't like us!"
*Turning his attention back to the little girl standing in front of him, he asked.*
"What does bunny say about me anyways?"
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Post by Mika on Jun 1, 2013 4:23:28 GMT -8
*The girl looks at the bunny*
"Its calling us stupid?"
*She put the bunny in the bag with its head hanging out so it could watch as she was about to lose her calm state and go fred crouger on his hulking mass, then stops and looks at him as he ask the question. She pick up the bunny gain and put it to her ear.*
"Bunny says you woke us up and thats not nice then, you send little men to hurt us. And now hulky mass want to hurt us we can see it in his eyes he want to bite like a dog like a little puppy play with it first ball."
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Post by Venin on Jun 1, 2013 18:07:10 GMT -8
*Venin chuckled at the little girl's innocence, for despite the admittedly artistic murders of his underlings, she was still a ten year old girl.*
"A human girl for that matter."
"Keep it to yourself Tox."
"Looking the little girl in her blazing red eyes through his face mask, Venin said."
"I didn't intend to have you woken up. It's bad for business to wake people up from carbonite without knowing even their name. And, if you hadn't have killed the men who woke you up, I would have."
"We would have ripped their flesh from their bones and enjoyed the sweet music of their screams as they bled out on our table!"
"Anyways. with your skills, I'd rather not eat your face. But if you continue to be the rebellious little girl that you are, I'm afraid I want be able to keep my friend from doing so."
"You want to play with us little girl?"
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Post by Mika on Jun 2, 2013 3:55:55 GMT -8
*The giel looks in the bag and moves things about before answering. with a sigh*
"We are out of Nerve toxins and am getting hungry so we will have to play later."
*She puts bunny to her ear then hugs it in her right arm.*
"Bunny say you funny and we can tell you our name but, if you trys anything we will have to cut you up in little peices."
*She moves the bag as she puts her glove and knuckle dusters back, then holding the bunny under her right arm she looks all sweet and angelic again and says*
"Am Mika"
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Post by Venin on Jun 2, 2013 11:56:36 GMT -8
*Venin put on a happy grin, which actually didn't look too menacing with the face mask hiding his fugly teeth. Extending a hand to the little girl for her to hold, he said.*
"Well, I just happen to have interrupted a dinner party with my arrival. Would you care to join me Mika?"
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 31, 2014 19:35:49 GMT -8
*It only seemed like yesterday...the long-standing home of the erstwhile smuggler captain, Aedon Montrose, was bustling with activity and mirth. The youthful look and demeanor of the Zeltron allowed his crew brief moments of levity, while his life experiences betrayed that youth with a firm grasp of the mechanics of Fate. But where his eyes were once so full of luster, now they were rife with darkness, sadness. Where his sly grin once crossed his face, now it was twisted into a grimace of pain and strife. For one brief moment, he and his crew were riding high on the hyperlanes. They had achieved a level of wealth and respectability that Aedon had once dreamed of. Everyone knew them on the Skips during that time. He had either bought out or invested in several of the businesses, hotels, and inns, managing each one's profitability and allowing neck-breaking drops in the cost of living. And his businesses were still in the black. His realty stock was booming. He knew how to shift around credits. Always had. Take the profits from one and cover the costs of another, keep people happy and eventually draw better clientele; and more of them at that. It was just as he had always pictured it.*
*And it wasn't until the new reign of crime bosses slithering in that he came up against "friction". His profits were supposed to be their profits. His businesses weren't supplying them with wealth. So, they cornered him in. Began applying pressure to his tenants, getting his businesses wrapped up in shady dealings with drugs of all manner, and then turning the screws a little tighter each time by tipping him off to the other criminal elements that were present. Then he became a problem.*
*Then, he became a target.*
*And not just him - the sleemos came after his crew. His family. The only family that he had ever known.*
*They were...efficient, to say the least.*
*Luckily, a few of them got away. Some of them weren't even on the Skips when the killing started. Aedon had sent his half-brother, Logann, away just a few days prior on an assignment to start trading negotiations with a non-local liquor-shipping company. He would have been able to get the stuff relatively-cheap, and bring his patrons some new spirits to keep them - well, in better spirits. Regardless, Aedon was happy that at least his brother was kept safe from all of this. He wouldn't have wanted Logann to make some rash decision to throw away his life just to spare his older brother's. Aedon would never forgive himself if that had happened. Sure, he'd had to come to peace with the idea that Salora was dead. Along with Jesse - one of the Wonder-Twins - and Atlas...Kinsey had put up an overwhelming fight as well. Took quite a few bad hits in the process. Bled out in the aftermath.*
*That was the first wave.*
*Tom Helix was next. Aedon's "bookkeeper". He basically kept the "Veritas" and her smuggler/transport business alive. The former Republic Commando made quick work of the first fifteen or so thugs that came through the door. By the time the twentieth barreled inside, though, it was soon apparent that his Echani fiberweave could only stop so many blaster bolts. With most of his fighting force wiped out, Aedon only had "Sky" - the badass Yuzhaan-Vong hunter droid - and a precious few others that remained. The young Zeltron captain had to practically force the personality-ridden droid to retreat, telling him to get word to Logann after he would escape. That only left the Bothan, the larger bug-creature which Aedon never really got to know, and the cute youthful astrogation technician. Marcus, his large Zabrak friend, still hadn't returned from soul-searching. Aedon couldn't blame him. It was something of an enigma that had brought the two of them together.*
*But Aedon had told "Sparky" and his young charge to get the kriff out as fast as they could. With the steely gaze that Aedon had given the bug-man, "Sparky" had immediately-known that his long-held charge was in danger, and needed to abscond as soon as possible. Both the Zeltron and his Bothan, dual-pistol-wielding counterpart covered their escape as well. And that left it so only the two of them remained. And Jordan, too, which Aedon had forced into hiding. Between the two of them, they put down almost three-quarters of the second wave before they had them surrounded.*
*Aedon didn't like to think about the next part now. It was hard enough living through it the first time.*
*Torture. To find out the codes to every vault. To figure out the passwords to every account. The Syndicate had drained him. Totally and completely. Left him with next to nothing, except for the promise that they wouldn't harm the only surviving crew he had left. They still killed Jordan, though. Right in front of Aedon. The Zeltron "Captain" watched as the Nautolan pulled the trigger. Which is exactly what he'd wanted Aedon to see. That he was completely and totally...helpless.*
*And you can trust that Aedon remembered it well. With every scar that now covered his body he remembered. With every glance in every direction of his former base of operations, he saw these event playing out over and over again in his mind. He had been helpless - utterly kriffing HELPLESS - all throughout his life. Had Aedon been able to pay better attention...had the Zeltron only somehow sensed that the crime-lords were working in secret to crush him. But, no...he couldn't have been made aware. He couldn't have known. They were...efficient.*
*The violet-haired Zeltron gazed across the large, open plaza that had been turned into a mausoleum in his absence. A testament to what happened when you crossed The Syndicate. He looked hard at the graffiti which cursed his name. The name of his family. As he leaned heavily on the cane he used to walk with, he felt the weight of the galaxy coming down hard on his shoulders. Even his ship, the "Veritas" had been turned into nothing more than a hulking statue in the docking bay. Riddled with so many holes that it reminded him of spiced nerf cheese. Covered in paint of every kind, large letters in Aurebesh that used the last two letters of his ship's name to spell out "FAKE ASS" on the side. This is what his reality had become. This is what his "legacy" had become.*
*Sitting down on a piece of broken bulkhead, he stared longingly at his old ship. Every memory, now a ghost that haunted his waking dreams. Every sight, another reminder. It did worse than make him feel helpless...*
*...It pissed. Him. Off...*
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Apr 1, 2014 19:19:28 GMT -8
The more Aedon looked at the eyesore that had been his lifelong dream, the more he languished. It wasn't just because the vessel was gone. Everyone...everything he had ever known had been taken right along with it. It had been three months since that day, and Aedon was no closer to being whole again than the day he had been broken. Between the pain-management stims and the alcohol abuse, his life was nothing but a whirlwind of disappointment. And here he sat, again, trying to make sense of all that had happened. But there was no sense in it. He had been quite-forward in voicing his opposition toward the local crime lords, to be sure, but - to have them go out on such a campaign against him? It didn't make any sense. What made the Skips such a valuable target to the slime of the universe? Sure, it was out of the way, but...it wasn't exactly a floating paradise. The atmo-feeders hardly ever filtered correctly, gravity generators sometimes went on the fritz, living conditions were fair to poor, and "commerce" (Aedon used the term loosely) was only as good as the next guy who offered up creds for whatever you had. So, why even come here? Why even deal with that sort of grief?
Why worry about a guy like him at all, who was only focused on making life better in the Skips?
Then it hit him. As sure as the pain in his right leg, it flung itself into his brain like a shock to his system. It was as if they were only concerned with making an example of him. They wanted to put him through the wringer to show what happened when you went up against the Syndicate. Aedon hadn't even offered up any direct opposition. His only form of protest was in him refusing to pay out protection money. He hadn't made a single move against them, not even once.
But he sure as kriff would now. Karking right, he would.
His heart began to race. A glint, a flicker from the embers that once shown from his eyes could be seen once more. No, this...Syndicate...or whatever it was - they had decided to let him live. And as broken as he was, any other being would have simply decided they were better off because they had survived. But they couldn't have known who they had allowed to live. What they had allowed to live. Aedon wasn't just some philanthropist - he was a survivor. He didn't spend the first decade and a half of his life in the slum-ridden underworld of Coruscant because he'd wanted to. That was what Fate had thrown him into. He had fought his way through that hell on a daily basis. Forged himself into the being he had become. The issue with being a survivor wasn't that you suffered and overcame your suffering. It meant that you thrived through that suffering. Aedon struggled against the thorns of this world and outgrew them. He survived that, and he had survived this just as easily. And the Syndicate had gone and done the one thing you didn't do with a survivor - they let him live.
That was a damnable offense within itself. They thought that would keep him quiet. Submissive. What they should have been thinking about was what went on within that quiet mind. What thoughts roiled beneath the surface regarding Aedon's plans for their future. The Nautolan that had been responsible - he would soon know suffering...
...And Aedon would be there every step of the way, to see if the squid-head would turn out like him...
"You know..." a voice called to him from behind, "it's not too late to try and fix her."
Aedon knew the voice. The Bothan, Na'me He're. The only other member of his crew that was allowed to live. Why the Syndicate had killed the boy but spared the Bothan, the Zeltron still didn't know.
"Yeah? You think so?" Aedon scoffed, "I'm pretty sure this junk-heap has seen its day."
"It's just that easy for you, eh? To give up on your dream--?"
"Don't...you...dare--"
"I...I'm sorry--"
"Don't you dare presume that I'm just rolling over--"
"I said 'I'm sorry'--"
"Like that kriffing changes anything?!"
By now, he had finally found his footing. He was standing, barely. Leaning heavily on the cane that he had been forced to walk on over the past months. His arms visibly shuddered; partially from the pain, and also from his seething anger.
"Look, Gav...I'm just trying to help."
"How the kriff are you helping?" The fury in his voice only rose further. "You wanna help? Fine. Go conjure up a bacta tank for me. Or some Doctor Jedi. Or some old Sawbones that will rid me of this lame-duck leg o'mine! But don't patronize me and tell me that I 'shouldn't give up'! WHAT A LOAD OF SHAVIT!"
The air hung silent for a moment. Aedon noticed, he had wounded the Bothan. Wounded, but not stifled him.
"You sure as kriff SHOULDN'T give up! Gorram it, Gav! You'd better pull yourself together, or so help me--"
"I. Wish. You. Would." He couldn't believe the shakiness in his own voice, "Pull that damn trigger. End me, Na'me!"
The Bothan shook his head, his tan mane shifting from side to side, "Too damn easy, Gav. And it's not what you want. I can tell. I saw it, just then."
"Saw...what...?"
"That same fire in your eyes that you've always had. You want to end something, all right...but it's not your own life! I can tell..."
Kriff. He was right. Guess there wasn't much point in trying to hide it.
"Yeah...you've got it. I want what they stole from us. I want what they will never be able to give me back. And I want them to beg me not to take it..."
The Bothan reached his hand outward, clasping Aedon on the shoulder.
"Then maybe we should see about that leg, eh?"
Nodding, Aedon turned and walked alongside Na'me back toward the main concourse of their former headquarters. They still had some fight in them yet.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
The Organization
Machines got ta talkin'. I got ta listenin'. Ever since then, I've been fixin'.
Posts: 157
Affiliation: Draykon Crew Mechanic/Bartender Extraordinaire/Organization Mechanic
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Apr 2, 2014 8:13:15 GMT -8
*Johnathan Castle had been working on the Skips for about seven months as a freighter mechanic when the attack had come. Not surprising, to say the least. Castle seemed to always find himself caught in the cross-fire of smugglers and the law, or smugglers and the larger, more fearsome criminal elements. Either way, he had still be caught in the cross-fire. But, the thing was, this time they weren't after him. Usually it would happen that the most recent job he had taken was tied up to a ship and crew hauling or doing something very illegal. However, it was not the case this time. They had been looking for one Zeltron Captain, which was rather vague in description. So in most respects, having never serviced the Zeltron's ship, as far as he knew, Castle wasn't in immediate danger. He did manage to get scrapped up in the confusion, but it was nothing serious. Now all he could do was pick his way through all the rubble and debris, until he was ready to work again. Such seemed to be the way of things.*
*As Castle picked his way through the knocked over shelves and the upturned work benches, he glanced up and noticed a tan-furred Bothan assisting what appeared to be a purple haired Zeltron. His immediate instinct was to ignore it and keep rummaging around, but there was something about the two that Castle couldn't shake. So he continued to watch while thinking things over.*
*Now, being a mechanic by trade and using his trade on a number of occasions to pay his way, he had become fairly well versed in reading people. Which was, at times, a gift and a curse. Sometimes it was helpful in terms of allowing him to find the best job at the time. And others it hindered him into reading too far into something, which a lot f the usual customers didn't seem to appreciate all that much. Right now was one of those helpful times. The two beings appeared to be in need of aid, and desperately so, if Castle was indeed reading into the situation correctly. And more often than not, the needs of others often incorporated needing a good mechanic.*
*So, the time for thinking was over. He brushed his hands on his navy blue coveralls and made his way over to the two men. Upon approach, he took note of them being armed. Castle raised his hands defensively and spoke.*
"Pardon my interruption folks, but I am under the impression that you could use some help. I may not have much, but I have always made it a goal to never turn away those in need. I will offer both my skills as a starship mechanic and whatever supplies I have at my apartment to aid you. It ain't much, but it's better than nothin'. Seein' as the med center was the first thing the thugs hit, you probably won't find much help elsewhere until things get flowin' around here again."
*Upon noticing that the men appeared to be more intrigued by his offer than intent on filling him full of holes, Castle lowered his hands down to his sides and cast a half hearted, lopsided grin at the two, showing them he meant no harm.*
*Now see, this was usually the part where Castle stepped in over his head and ended up serving for months on end on some sort of transport ship or freighter. But as he made note of before, these two seemed to be of the alright sort. Hopefully this time Castle's uncanny ability to read people was spot on. Hopefully.*
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
The Organization
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Apr 2, 2014 19:29:19 GMT -8
As the two of them walked along, Aedon couldn't help but notice the state of his former Chief Gunner. The Bothan was striving to hide a limp that Aedon felt with each assisted step. And, being an empath, Aedon could literally feel Na'me's pain. Or, at least, the combination of pheromones that constituted pain. To most, that would be noticeable. To Aedon, it was palpable. And even though it had been months since the attack, Aedon still noticed the spots in the Bothan's fur where it was shorter than the rest. Small patches where Aedon was reminded that his friend was tortured by means of ripping both fur and hide from his flesh - all for the sake of getting Aedon to talk. And it didn't matter how much the Zeltron protested, or begged them to stop - they just kept going until he said the words they were waiting to hear..."All right! I'll tell you!"
It didn't even matter that he did. Once that was done, they continued beating them both until they were unconscious. Aedon even passed out before he was able to witness Na'me do the same. Seeing as the Bothan was former-military, it wasn't hard to figure out how he managed to outlast him. Still, the thought had occurred to him: how did Na'me manage to keep his calm all of this time?It didn't take the Bothan but a moment to realize the piercing, inquisitive stare of his former Captain, either. He managed to feign a smirk and raise an eyebrow before he scoffed at Aedon.
"What's so interesting?"
The Zeltron looked away for a moment, then laughed.
"Just having a difficult time figuring you out, that's all."
"Uh...what's to figure, Gav? I'm a pretty open book - or don't you remember that?"
Aedon raised a hand in mock defense.
"Hey, I never said that I was in the habit of 'reading'...if you had me pegged as a scholar of some sort, you might wanna give that one up."
The Bothan looked away for a moment, his tone becoming more-solemn.
"You're wondering what happened to me in the aftermath?"
Aedon shook his head.
"Nah...well, ok. Sort of." He nodded back in the direction of the hangar. "You were right there with me. All the way til the end. And you're here now, even after I've placed you in one helluva situation. I guess I'm just wondering why you're sticking your neck out for me."
That managed to evoke a sincere smile from the weary Bothan.
"Well, that's a simple one to answer." Noting the Zeltron's confused look, he continued. "You're family. Not in the sense that we're all related and you're gonna start sprouting fur, no...but, we've spent all this time watching each other's backs out here. Never stopping to think about the 'why', either. We've just always...understood. That without each other, there was no 'business'. Kriff, the business didn't even have to exist - we just knew that we would need one another. You've always had my back since day one. Since Rhommamool. So, I chose to have yours. Like on Dathomir, or even Corellia. Besides, I'm here now 'cause I want to rip the spleen outta that Nautolan just as bad as you do."
That moment of levity was all it took to break the awkward feeling about the conversation. Aedon chuckled a bit, making sure to note that the Bothan did seem to have a humorous side to him. It was almost enough to keep Aedon from noticing that the Crow's Nest seemed to have an extra person roaming around the lobby area...*So, the time for thinking was over. He brushed his hands on his navy blue coveralls and made his way over to the two men. Upon approach, he took note of them being armed. Castle raised his hands defensively and spoke.*"Pardon my interruption folks, but I am under the impression that you could use some help. I may not have much, but I have always made it a goal to never turn away those in need. I will offer both my skills as a starship mechanic and whatever supplies I have at my apartment to aid you. It ain't much, but it's better than nothin'. Seein' as the med center was the first thing the thugs hit, you probably won't find much help elsewhere until things get flowin' around here again."*Upon noticing that the men appeared to be more intrigued by his offer than intent on filling him full of holes, Castle lowered his hands down to his sides and cast a half hearted, lopsided grin at the two, showing them he meant no harm.*
"Not that I'm the 'untrusting sort', but...where the hell did you come from and why are you here? I've got half a mind not to let you even answer that--"
"We're not interested."
The Bothan froze for a moment, looking down at the cool, steely gaze that Aedon was shooting the man.
It really didn't matter what the man would say after that, but Aedon took a moment to explain himself further.
"We're not. Interested." The Zeltron slid his arm out from behind his 'assistant', standing shakily on his own, but leaning on the cane he bore quite-heavily. "Because it wouldn't matter if you were hiding an entire ship back at your apartment; unless you're here to offer information on the Syndicate, you're better off just getting out of our way. Besides...you wouldn't know how to handle her..."
Even the Bothan smirked at that.Of course, he meant his former vessel. The Consular-class cruiser, "Veritas". His life's blood; his pride and freedom. That some no-name "mechanic" would show up on their doorstep claiming he could "help" was enough in and of itself to shock Aedon into a tailspin. But the fact that he assumed he knew what their situation was before he even cared to ask? That was a mockery to the extreme. However, Aedon wouldn't get bent out of shape about it. He had enough of that going on, anyway...
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
The Organization
Machines got ta talkin'. I got ta listenin'. Ever since then, I've been fixin'.
Posts: 157
Affiliation: Draykon Crew Mechanic/Bartender Extraordinaire/Organization Mechanic
Traffic Light: Green
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Apr 3, 2014 16:47:21 GMT -8
Both men froze in their approach. Na'me's free hand immediately dropped to his hidden holster along the backside of his belt. Upon assessing that the man approaching wasn't an immediate threat, his grip loosened for a moment...yet, his hand remained behind his back until he could finish barking the question."Not that I'm the 'untrusting sort', but...where the hell did you come from and why are you here? I've got half a mind not to let you even answer that--""We're not interested."The Bothan froze for a moment, looking down at the cool, steely gaze that Aedon was shooting the man.It really didn't matter what the man would say after that, but Aedon took a moment to explain himself further."We're not. Interested." The Zeltron slid his arm out from behind his 'assistant', standing shakily on his own, but leaning on the cane he bore quite-heavily. "Because it wouldn't matter if you were hiding an entire ship back at your apartment; unless you're here to offer information on the Syndicate, you're better off just getting out of our way. Besides...you wouldn't know how to handle her..."Even the Bothan smirked at that.Of course, he meant his former vessel. The Consular-class cruiser, "Veritas". His life's blood; his pride and freedom. That some no-name "mechanic" would show up on their doorstep claiming he could "help" was enough in and of itself to shock Aedon into a tailspin. But the fact that he assumed he knew what their situation was before he even cared to ask? That was a mockery to the extreme. However, Aedon wouldn't get bent out of shape about it. He had enough of that going on, anyway... |
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