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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 10:18:16 GMT -8
Dante listened to the report, nodding slowly every so often in indication that he understood. Miras, it seemed, was content to be silent. Explosions, terrorist activity, and captured individuals; it was all very different from Vandalhelm's usual repertoire of crime. Then came the alarm, and the call over the intercom - the humans looked alarmed, Dante though, was rather passive. This was a rather heavily fortified center, escape was incredibly unlikely, not to mention the more than capable SImon was on his way to handle the situation. The presence of a Jedi wasn't needed. Well, to handle the situation at least.
Standing, Dante walked out of the room and to the nearest computer, using his own access codes to watch the situation unfold. Three officers down, but no attempt to escape...despite what was obvious military and martial prowess. The intent was to stay contained, but to what end? Merely to deliver the threat of damnation? To serve as a distraction? Or perhaps, both? Bringing up the files and various reports on the situation, Dante read as Simon armed himself, and approached the cell door. Silently, Dante watched as the woman was stunned, and Dante turned a somewhat bored gaze back to the temrinal. Devlin Lyons, corporate enforcer, arrested, and then a failed attempt to retrieve him. A very POOR attempt at that. The quality of the attack combined with the willingness of the Twi'lek to stay had Dante's brow furrowing; standing, he walked down the halls of the precinct till he came to the cells themselves - Simon and Siroun were speaking apparently, and Dante caught just the end of the conversation.
"I'm afraid, Miss Dadurian, that their retribution is already assured. The Twi'lek is an individual of great martial prowess - yet she blatantly chose to stay confined within her cell. She wants to stay here, she wants our attention on her. I fear also, from what I've seen on the tapes, that she doesn't speak lightly. Agent Monroe, it would be wise to check the precinct for explosives, given our enemies tactics until now; it would also be wise to activate perimeter defenses, and to make the precinct a no go zone for air traffic. This, I'm sure, has already occurred to you. I would indeed like to interrogate her, but a different tactic that might yield more immediate results would be to use psychometry on her possessions - it is not certain, but I may be able to follow impressions on the items in question to obtain some clue as to her true purpose here."
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Post by Simon Monroe on Feb 19, 2015 20:32:06 GMT -8
Monroe looked up from his datapad as Dante approached and began speaking, then stuffed it under one arm and lit a deathstick while he waited for the other man to finish speaking. "Defenses are already active and the airspace has been locked down since the attack." He paused and handed the datapad to the officer he'd previously been conversing with, then brought his attention back to Dante. "Standard protocol. I just ordered the station to be swept for bombs in light of her threat, which is also standard protocol." Much as he wanted to though, he neglected to mention that any actual officer in V-sec would know both those things and instead moved on to Dante's final point. He was trying to be helpful, after all. "Her only personal possession is a datapad, which has been rigged to explode in the event it's tampered with. I've had techs working on it since she was apprehended, but you're welcome to take a look. She had a rifle, a shield, and a stealth field too, but if I had to guess I'd say those weren't personal items. Regardless, you can examine them as well if you'd like. Any lead you can give us is a welcome one."
His attention shifted to Siroun, and his tone shifted with it, losing the edge of hostility it had whenever he addressed Dante. "A transfer is a good idea, but unless our esteemed jedi fellow here has a secret base he can volunteer, she won't be any safer in another precinct. I know I can trust Officer Fenn, but one man isn't going to be enough if the entire force decides she needs to be taught a lesson." It was then that the officer who had taken the call from Bateman managed to break through the commotion and report the goings on to the officer in charge, that being Monroe himself at this point. Monroe listened to the report, read the transcript of the call twice, then let out a long breath of deathstick fumes and massaged his temples with his free hand. "Has any of this been independently verified?" The officer replied in the negative. "Well get that done before anything else. Anything that can't be verified goes in the hearsay bin and gets ignored until such time as it becomes useful. Clear?" The officer nodded. "Good. Now go schedule me a meeting with this Bateman. I want to sit down and have a nice long face to face." He nodded and went to do as ordered, and Monroe turned back to Siroun and the jedi. "Now then, where were we?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 21:43:03 GMT -8
Resting her chin atop the fingers of her right fist as she listens to Dante's thoughts where the prisoner and what measures need to be taken in light of recent events, Siroun finds herself agreeing with his assessment of the implications of the Twi'lek having remained in her cell when she could in all likelihood used the situation to effect an escape; the fact that she had elected to remain strongly suggesting that she, or those who direct her actions, want her in the precinct for some reason.
Owning her life to Simon's uncanny ability to read a situation and formulate the necessary counter moves to successfully navigate his way through it, Siroun feels the apprehension she had felt when the situation began to unfold lessen somewhat; trusting that the fact Simon appears calm and all but unconcerned means that the precinct is not likely to be in any immediate danger for the moment. When Simon, after being briefly interrupted by a report delivered by an officer, returns his attention to her and Dante, Siroun drops her hand from beneath her chin, putting it in her hip pocket casually as she says, "We were discussing the possibility of transferring our prisoner to another location. Glancing at Dante to see how he might respond to Simon's indirect question about whether or not the Jedi has an alternate location to detain the Twi'lek available to him, Siroun asks Simon, If there is no alternate facility, are there any other officers you trust enough to work with Officer Fenn to see about preventing any more 'lessons'? Changing subjects, Siroun asks, The meeting with Bateman, do you think I might be of any use to you there? If not, what else can I do to help you?"
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Feb 23, 2015 9:55:28 GMT -8
-Bateman-
"Good shot mr president."
Golf was actually something Bateman enjoyed out of all the meaningless flashbag endevors. It was like a subtle underlay to negotiation that was based on statistics, coordination, accuracy and domination. THey were at hole 3, and Bateman had a large overhand over the President of Vandelhelm. The first two holes were filled with just the normal mingle. Greetings, the president asking Bateman about the healing of his wounds, some talk about news and stock, recent events. The bombing and attack was left out, seemed to be a topic each wanted to talk about under all seriousness. They walked off after their balls, Batemans was in a lot more prominent position as the Presidents, and so was their negotiative states. Bateman was the president of a company that had a monthly reveniew that was dozens or so more then Vandelhelms yearly tax cut. Not only that, but Vandelhelm had great opportunities for the Company, the same way as the Sorosuub Company had great opportunities for Vandelhelm. Terrorist attacks aside, business had to flow, and there was a reason Bateman was here, officially. This meeting was one of those reasons.
They walked over the beautifully cut green lawn, followed by two caddies armed with large bags filled with golfclubs, sunglasses, suits, and heavy demieners. A dozen or so paces behind came the rest of the security force, civilian clad men and women with earpieces and most likely other "piece"-s. The two presidents walked on.
-President of Vandelhelm-
"Patrick, I am really sorry for how you had to enjoy your first days here on our planet."
He came to the point. The bandaged face of the businessman beside the president had gone without a word untill now.
-Bateman-
"Mr President, I am sure I dont have to tell you that men of power have enemies. This was a perfect wakeupcall for us to see at internal threats, not just ones from afar. It is being dealt with."
-President-
"Mr Bateman, that is one of my concerns. The perpetrator was a woman in your entorage, whom later assaulted a police precinkt. My alaysts are suggesting she was working with a known mercenary, whom was a prisoner in jail. Mr Bateman, Patrick... I must say that we have jurisdiction. Its our planet."
-Bateman-
"You know the contract, Mr President. It clearly states that the company laws apply to the company personell, and company propperty. May it be on Coruscant or Vandelhelm. I didnt write the law, mr President, I follow it. The company itself did not break any laws on Vandelhelm, and my ex secretary is only a suspect in the bombing. Even if she would be judged for the deed, it is unlikely she would have done it under company orders. I am sure, becuase I didnt order her to assasinate me."
He meant that as a joke. Didnt really get through. This discussion was serious. The Sorosuub Corporation was loosing a good deal of points on the stock market since this attack, and this entire ordeal made the President look weak. Did not bode well for his re-election. Loosing an economic powerhouse like The Company would deal a bad strike to the entire of Vandelhelm. The president had imiges of rising unemployment, riots and outcries of his resignation. This wasnt funny.
-Bateman-
"The bombing is our jurisdiction Mr President. We will on the other hand share any information we aquir, as to help in yours. We will of course need the same courtesy."
-President-
"Of course."
-Bateman-
"Mr President, it is your shot."
This came as a blessing. Time to change the subject. They reached the Presidents ball. His Republic highness stood in, choose a club from his security officer, and took position. He concentrated, looked down on the ball, then at the target flag, then the ball, then the bat. He made a tryout swing. A second. The third would be the...
-Bateman-
"You really want to go with the G4, Skip?"
... Lost concentration. Nodded. He was sure the G4 would be perfect for this shot. He went for the trial shot again, then a second and a third would be the one that would...
-Batemans Datapad-
"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING"
The president was getting annoyed, really annoyed. Bateman had been doing this for two holes, but he did not dare to call him on it. The president had to admit to himself, reluctantly and with sorrow in his heart that the man had him by the balls. He was happy nobody else had realised that this far.
-Bateman-
"Yes, This is him. I see... No, I am not coming to your precinkt, it is how is the term... like a battlefield nowdays. Have Mr Monroe meet me in my office. Yes, that is the adress. Just have him show up at the reception at nine tonight. Good, thank you."
The president made his shot just as Bateman laid down the Datapad-Communicator. It was a horrible shot.
-Bateman-
"Good shot mr President.
Now... About the business I was looking you up for..."
And now it came. They argued for three more holes, and made up details for a fourth. The president got what he needed to level the budget a little, giving over the privatised School feeding contracts to Bateman and SoroSuub. It was a hard decision, and the goverment decision making body will have a hard time accepting it, but it would work. It was hard times, after the war, and after all hardships, but it seemed fair.
It seemed fair at the time. At least, the budget had been balanced a little more. All the President had to do was to deal with the devil to make things better.
Worst of all, Bateman won with 6 strikes.
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jul 26, 2016 11:30:00 GMT -8
Vandelhelm's capital was in a state of quiet at the moment. The population was not concerned with war, Dark Lords experimenting on them, or special operations being run planetside. The local HoloNet had an interesting story about a weapon test in orbit but that happened from time to time, and really only excited conversation in people interested in that sort of thing. For the most part people were just living their day-to-day lives on Vadelhelm. Shops, stores, and cantinas operated as usual. People were in and out of those businesses all day and families could be seen spending time together at the cities few attractions. This made most people happy, while they were civilians that followed and worshiped the great Eye of Palpatine they were still civilians at the end of the day. The threat of war and death on a constant basis made them nervous and most were happy to be going through a time peace. The reigning government reported this as a success seeing increases in commerce across the board.
One such business was the bigger cantina in Rimma City. Cantina's always saw the most growth and prosperity no matter what state the planet or government was in. Times of peace brought in happy customers spending their credits after a long days work, or a long day of neglecting responsibility. War times brought distraught civilians and troops trying to forget whatever recent tragedy struck. The owner, a Sullistan names Nebro, obviously preferred when times were happy and peaceful, but that never stopped him from making money no matter what. Times were good now though he moved through the busy evening crowd helping his servers take and walk out orders. The pazzak tables were bringing in a fortune tonight and he would encourage whatever patrons that needed an extra shot of Juma to try their luck and winning back their weeks pay again!
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Post by Sorii on Nov 29, 2016 20:59:05 GMT -8
Nien's Medicinal Supplies was an unassuming little shop in one of the many shop districts of Rimma City. Despite that, the word on the street was that the most potent and exotic medicines could be found there. Nien Cramb, the Sullustan owner, was rumored to have connections off-world. Sorii carried another heavy crate past the counter toward the back door, outside of which awaited the landspeeder. Nien looked up to see him walking past, and scowled as he said,
"I've told you a thousand times, don't take that through the front!" He looked down at the counter with a prideful look on his face. "It's unprofessional," he huffed.
Sorii rolled his eyes, and walked out the back door, setting the crate down heavily. This was the last one, filling the order that had been placed by their special new clients. Sorii loathed this trip, but he needed the extra credits. First, a break. He leaned against the wall behind the building, taking in the heat of the sun. It was nice to warm up after being in the slightly too cold conditioned air of the shop for so long.
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Post by Sorii on Nov 30, 2016 6:25:03 GMT -8
Sorii, finished with his break, lumbered back into the shop. Nien was still behind the counter, now gazing at his datapad and mumbling numbers under his breath.
"I'll deliver the shipment tomorrow," said Sorii passively, "It's too late today, and they don't expect it until the day after tomorrow anyway."
Nien grunted his approval and kept mumbling numbers. Sorii walked around the store for the rest of the afternoon checking the labels on the cabinets and ensuring that everything was in its proper place. Finally, five o'clock came around, and he joyously rushed out the door, saying a polite 'goodnight' to Nien. Donning his light jacket as the cold of night set in, he jogged down the streets and alleys until he came to a rough looking apartment building right off a main road. Riding an elevator to the ninth floor, he unlocked his apartment, and collapsed onto the couch in his living room (which was also coincidentally the kitchen and dining room). He flipped out his datapad, and began reading voraciously. The book was titled Barrister or Barista, a Guide to Persuading a Thirsty Jury, by Doolb Snoil. The reading was arduous, but he was full of determination, and ended the evening by falling asleep in that position, datapad flopping flat onto his chest.
The next morning he awoke early, readied himself for the day, and began the jog back to the shop. On the way he grabbed his favorite cheap breakfast, and finished it before he arrived. The shop was locked. Nien hadn't arrived yet. Sorii removed the key from his pocket and slipped inside, activating the 'Open' sign in the window. He went and stood behind the counter, waiting for Nien to relieve him. He couldn't leave to make his delivery until someone else was there to man the shop.
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Post by Zel & Bel on Nov 30, 2016 11:22:27 GMT -8
Zel and his sister Bel walked into the medical supply store, they had been searching this remote rock for ages, for their last master and as of yet, had not found a trace of him. They had barely searched Rimma City, having focused on the rest of the remote expanse and other outlaying areas and that tainted Sanctuary which had felt like a Jedi haven and unnerved them both, they were adorned with striking black leathers and cloaks and hoods covering their features, Zel threw his hood back revealing striking chiseled features and yellow eyes, tainted with the Darkside, he exuded confidence and superiority, taking the shop in with a condescending glance..."Hmmm..." The man hummed to himself. Bel was a different matter altogether, she threw her hood back and shook her mane of auburn hair out, her eyes matched her brothers, but where his face was carved in granite, hers seemed delicate and soft and exuded a sensuality that ended in dark red lips against pale perfect skin, like her brother exuded confidence, this woman oozed sex appeal, many men who had seen her spoke of her beauty for all their days, for few had seen a woman so striking as this, her body was lithe and yet curved in all the right places, her black leather outfit, left little to the imagination, showing just enough cleavage to tease and make the eyes of men wander. She smiled at the young man behind the counter as she too took the shop in, though in a show of feigned interest and not condescendingly like her dear brother, she would wait for the man behind the counter to approach them, it wouldn't be long. On both their belts openly silver and blaster metal gray lightsabers hung, showing these two to me more than the average customer. They both seemed strong and intimidating, yet looking at them you would never guess that the two seemingly aristocratic beings had been responsible for hundreds of deaths, each... |
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Post by Sorii on Nov 30, 2016 12:42:22 GMT -8
Sorii was tall, dark, and handsome in a classic way, with nicely toned muscles that looked as if they'd seen a fair bit of use in the recent past beyond that of a simple shop worker. However, he didn't seem to be one who tended to his looks very much, and wore simple working clothes. He had no weapons and nothing of consequence on his person, except a medallion around his neck in the shape of a strange symbol. He was leaning against the wall behind the counter when they entered.
Sorii saw the two enter the shop with their dark demeanors, black clothes, and yellow eyes, and a chill immediately ran down his spine. He tried to put on a face of welcome, saying in a monotone,
"Welcome to Nien's Medical Supplies, best medical goods in the city. What are you looking for this morning?"
He kept looking past them out the front door, hoping Nien would show up so he could leave. These two gave him the creeps, although Bel certainly caught his eye. He felt a little nudge of fear at her yellow eyes, but he knew she might not be fully human, and he shouldn't judge her for that. Still, all the black leather and the way they carried themselves told him to be wary. At the very least one of them, Zel, seemed arrogant to him. Despite that, he really liked the look of Bel with her feminine beauty and air of innocence, trying not to stare as he kept glancing past her to the door. He hadn't noticed the lightsabers yet, being used to everyone carrying blasters of some kind. So, having not looked at them directly, he had assumed they were some sort of guns.
Meanwhile, Nien had stepped in some nasty garbage wearing his favorite work shoes while he was walking out to his speeder that morning, so he had gone back home to wash them and change into another pair. He was now on his way again in his not-too-shabby landspeeder, loathing another boring day manning the shop, but relishing the thought of wonderful credits flowing into his account. The speeder moved along the streets of the city, and he saw the familiar front of his shop looming just down the way.
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Post by Zel & Bel on Nov 30, 2016 18:39:45 GMT -8
Bel walked towards the counter as the young man spoke and leaned forward, neckline plunging. "We are looking for someone." She purred at the man as Zel began wandering the store looking at various objects, picking them up and arrogantly dropping them haphazardly back where they belonged. "We are looking for a tall Zabrak, huge for his kind." She whispered locking eyes with the young man. "Have you seen him?" She said leaning closer to him, she had noticed his furtive glances while glancing at the door. "Do we make you uneasy...?" She said drawing it out and non verbally asking for his name. Zel was looking everywhere, and while the man was talking to his sister he began to probe with the force. Trying to feel if their master had been in the vicinity, he felt something but wasn't sure what. He hmmed again and began looking towards specific objects and various nutrient supplements. Not sure why he was being drawn to those things. They knew Loki had been here after checking the still active W.E accounts, though it only told them Vandlehelm and not the actual shops he had been visiting, this was the first shop they were visiting since traversing the asteroid field to get here... |
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Post by Sorii on Dec 1, 2016 6:20:55 GMT -8
He resisted the urge to peek down her neck, and tried to stay cool. Her subtle flirtations disquieted him while simultaneously captivating him. He gulped, breaking eye contact by looking at the datapad on the counter with the pretense of interest in something on the screen as he replied,
"Sorii," and after a pause, he lied, "no, of course not."
He tried to remember any Zabraks he'd ever seen. It didn't take long since he'd only seen one in his entire life. He'd noticed the huge creature one day in the street right outside this shop. Although he hadn't interacted directly, he could distinctly remember the unnerving horns, the predatory way the being had carried itself, and its huge muscular body. It had given him a similar, though more pronounced, feeling to the one he had felt when first seeing the yellow eyes of these two when they had entered the shop, a kind of wariness and deep natural instinct of danger. The Zabrak had gone into the shop almost immediately, and he had left before he could see it return. He looked up at the clatter of Zel dropping things, and watched him to espy any sign that he might be attempting to hide some thievery of the supplies with the movements of his hands. Then, he glanced back at this alluring woman's disconcerting yellow eyes, and tried to say without a quavering voice,
"I think anyone would remember a Zabrak, big or small, on this backwater planet," he chuckled awkwardly, "Yes, I think I saw him, but only briefly, and I don't have any idea what he was doing or where he may have gone now. Is he a friend of yours?"
He asked with the suspicion that they might be bounty hunters out to kill or capture the Zabrak, but he wasn't too concerned for the danger he might be placing on the creature by answering truthfully; anyone who was crazy enough to attack that beast would probably be on the sore end of the fight.
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Post by Zel & Bel on Dec 5, 2016 20:06:07 GMT -8
Bel reached out and caressed the man's jaw gently. "You wouldn't happen to have holorecording would you?" She purred, as Zel moved closer upon hearing the mans words, he hmmed again as he stood behind his sister, the search of the store now over. "It would be a great help to us.." She said again turning and winking at her brother as she leaned on the counter her ample chest once more on display for the young man behind the counter. "If you do have this information and even a holorecording, you and the owner will be most pleased at your reward." Zel said formally, rolling his eyes at his sisters exuberant displays of sexuality, you would think she was a Twi'lek sex slave some days. Oh how he wished they where alone, he would teach her a lesson for flaunting in an unneeded situation. He sighed deeply as he stepped forward. "If you do not have access to the information, we shall return later..." Zel said boldly looking at his sister with a hint of lust and disgust. |
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Post by Sorii on Dec 6, 2016 10:16:09 GMT -8
Sorii, surprised to feel her touch upon his jaw, drew back instinctively. He'd never experienced such flagrant flirting. He wasn't accustomed to letting strangers caress him, no matter how attractive. A debate was going on in his head, one side arguing that this made perfect sense when considering his handsomeness, but the other side more reasonably arguing that he was barely above average, not nearly attractive enough to solicit this kind of response from a stranger. He never had before now, anyway. The side of reason won, the entire argument being over in a split second. He decided she must be toying with him to get information about this Zabrak. 'Time to play,' he thought. He leaned back against the wall behind the counter, head lowering with a feigned face of shy pleasure. Even believing her advances to be fake, he still found it difficult to ignore her display, showcasing her beautiful form. As he had done not a few times before when presented with the affection of a woman, he did his best to ignore any romantic thoughts in favor of pursuing his goals. At least, that's what he told himself. It may have been closer to the truth to say he was afraid of the idea of romance.
At first, when Bel side-stepped the question regarding their relationship with the Zabrak, Sorii decided he wouldn't give them anything further, but as Zel continued and mentioned a great reward, he had to reconsider his position. Sorii wasn't greedy, but the whole reason he was working in this store was to make money, eventually saving enough to buy a proper education. The idea of making an easy chunk of credits and propelling him forward was hard to ignore. He also liked Zel's words and manner far more than Bel's, being higher class, more intellectual than the animalistic persuasive tactics of Bel.
Sorii was about to respond, when the doors opened, and Nien entered in a fluster. Sorii was somewhat disappointed, knowing that if there were a reward to be had, he would now most likely see a small portion of it; Nien would claim the majority. He also knew Nien would have no qualms about giving them information about someone, no matter if they were shady figures, so he gave up all notions of concealing information from the two.
"Nien, you've finally arrived," he said hastily, "these two were looking for a Zabrak who came into the shop a while ago. I, of course, told them he had, and they'd like to see a holo-recording. I was just telling them it's against our policy to show such things to customers, but for a price we might be able to make an arrangement." In saying this he emphasized his own action in the situation as much as possible, hoping to convince Nien to give him a larger cut later on.
At first Nien had a look of suspicion on his face when he saw the two, recognizing their lightsabers, but at the mention of a reward, his eyes lit up, and a smile broke across his face.
"Ah, of course, I remember that like it was yesterday," he stated loudly in a Sullustan accent, shoving Sorii out of the way and looking with excitement upon the busty woman, seemingly too caught up with thoughts of riches to think of her beauty. He was barely tall enough to see over the counter, but quickly kicked a stool forward, standing upon it so he could rest his elbows on the counter, and continued, "it might take me a good while to find it back in all that mess," he gestured to the door behind him which presumably led to the back room, "you'll have to really make it worth my while," he said with a cheesy grin.
Ignoring their response for a moment, Nien looked at Sorii with a face of annoyance.
"Go deliver those goods, I've got it from here!"
Sorii, face full of resentment, glanced at the two customers, and began to slink towards the side door which led out behind the shop to an alleyway. Just before exiting, he noticed for the first time the weapons on their belts. He had never seen a lightsaber, and had some misconceptions about what one would look like. He got an odd feeling, but decided only that their weapons must be some kind of strange blasters he'd never seen before. He took note of it, and continued out the door. Once outside, he entered the landspeeder, and drove off down the streets to deliver the medical supplies, thinking deeply on the strange events of the morning.
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Zel & Bel
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Post by Zel & Bel on Dec 7, 2016 21:23:18 GMT -8
Zel didn't seem surprised as Nein took over the proceedings. It was always the same, he wondered briefly if the boy was a slave, he couldn't remember if slavery was legal here or not. Zel nodded and looked at Nein. "Yes we have nearly unlimited coffers, so please make an offer and we shall decide if the information is worthy of reward." Zel said briefly. "Please know, we will be displeased if your young employee was mistaken about the Zabrak, and both of you will suffer accordingly. He was sneering at Nein, as his hand rested just above his saber hilt and Bel leered evilly at Nein and lustfully at her brother... |
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Post by Sorii on Dec 8, 2016 7:06:35 GMT -8
Nien looked back at Bel, quickly replacing his look of annoyance with the cheesy grin he'd made before. As Zel began to speak, he switched his attention to him. When Zel mentioned 'unlimited coffers' and 'make an offer', Nien could hardly disguise his feelings of avariciousness, but at the mention of suffering, and glancing again to Zel's lightsaber, his face became fearful.
"Oh, yes," he stammered, then said rather hastily, "I'm sure he was right, there was a Zabrak, wasn't there? Yes, certainly," now he was blinking, looking off at the ceiling seemingly searching his memory, "yes, yes, he came in a few months ago, made me nervous with all those tattoos and horns. And he was big! Real big!" as he said 'big' he raised his arms on both sides in a gesture to show massive size.
Having reassured himself that the Zabrak had in fact been there, Nien now seemed a bit calmer. At first, he looked expectantly at Zel, apparently thinking that he'd given him everything he'd requested. He noticed their unfriendly faces toward him, and Bel's shameless glances at Zel. He quickly assumed they were a couple, not giving thought to their family resemblance, and in seeing their disagreeable attitude toward him, he suddenly remembered the holo-recordings and, more importantly, the money.
Now in a more serious voice he said, "Yes, those recordings really shouldn't be given out, and they may be quite difficult to find, so," he paused to do the numbers in his head, "I think I'll have to go not a credit lower than 10,000 for that."
He was back to grinning now, but his demeanor had changed to a more grave one.
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Post by Zel & Bel on Dec 8, 2016 15:21:45 GMT -8
Zel, brushed a lock of his auburn hair out of his face as he seemed to listen to the the Sullestian talk about Loki, he smiled when he demonstrated his size, but then when he asked for ten thousand credits, his face drew into a frown as he looked at his sister. "Ten thousand love, is that too high?" He said with a frown, seeming to mull it over. He looked at the being and smiled. "I'll tell you what, Nien, is it?" Zel said graciously. "Fetch the holo for us, and then you get the money, don't worry we have plenty of time to wait." He said with a grin at his sister. "Ten thousand, doesn't seem to far out of the realm of possibility. Perhaps we'll include extra if the holo does indeed show the Zabrak we are looking for..." She said warmly to Nien looking between him and her brother, as she looked at her brother she could sense his thoughts, knowing without doubt that this little being wouldn't see a single chit of a credit, but oh would they have fun, such fun. She smiled warmly at Nien not revealing her inner thoughts as her hand gently caressed the hilt on her belt. |
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Sorii
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Post by Sorii on Dec 12, 2016 8:38:30 GMT -8
Nien jumped with excitement as he scurried into the back room, not giving a single extra moment to the conversation. As he rummaged through the holos, he wondered if they were going to cheat him and forcibly take it without paying. They did seem rather unsavory creatures. He was a business man so he knew how these things worked sometimes. He decided one he found it he'd quickly split the holo into two pieces as a precaution.
It took him a number of minutes briefly running through the holos of that month to find the right one, but sure enough, he saw the huge Zabrak in the recording, and now remembered the encounter fully. He quickly split the file into two, and made for himself a hard copy of each one. He put one in his back pocket, lifting up his overcoat to do so, and with the other in his right hand he walked out back behind the counter.
"Alright then, here it is," he said as he played the first half in fast forward on the holo player in his hand, "this is only the first half. You get the second when I see the money. Deal?"
He looked at them hopefully, anxiously wondering if he was actually going to make 10,000 credits today so easily. His wife would be so pleased. Maybe he could finally buy his son that speeder he'd been wanting!
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Zel & Bel
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Post by Zel & Bel on Dec 12, 2016 13:16:41 GMT -8
Zel sighed deeply as he ripped the holo player out of Nien's hand, it soaring over the counter into his own. "Is that how this goes down?" He said menacingly as the Zabrak appeared at the counter talking to Nien on the player. "Yes..That's our master." Bel said in a breathy voice as her chest heaved, she looked at Nien. "And now for your reward." She said succulently as she led out a hand and Nien lifted off the ground and up into the air, Zel now looked at the holo. "He's missing an eye Bel, that's key information for the future." Zel said simply looking up at Nien. "Tell me what did he buy?" Zel said to the floating figure, a small sly smile on his face.
Bel looked at her brother and restricted her hold on Nien's throat so he could speak, then the fun would begin in earnest. And she couldn't be happier. |
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Post by Sorii on Dec 12, 2016 18:15:47 GMT -8
Nien cried out in terror as he was lifted off the ground, the holo being ripped from his hand by unsees forces. He couldn't believe his eyes, and he was instantly more terrified than he'd ever been, even more than when he'd been trapped in that well as a child. Now he knew; they were Sith. For the first time he realized he may not go home alive today. He squeezed his eyes shut, telling himself to wake up as he floated in midair, trying to breathe. Finally, as they asked him more questions about the Zabrak, his throat was opened.
"Please don't hurt me! I'll give you anything you want, for free too!" he cried,"I don't rem-really don't remember!" he sputtered. He was so terrified he probably wouldn't have remembered his own wife's name, but then a light dawned in his simple mind that he thought would save him. "In the records, the transaction records! You can find it all in there. The date's in the holorecording, and the password is 149323 to open it up. Just please spare me, I'll do whatever you want!" he yelled, pointing to the datapad on the counter desperately.
Meanwhile, Sorii was nearing his destination, a small hospital clinic on the other side of the district. They didn't need much in the way of supplies, but they only bought a shipment once a year to cut down the cost. It was a simple place, but the doctor who ran it had good intentions, helping the poor locals, many of whom couldn't usually afford good medical care. Sorii parked the landspeeder behind the small building, and hit the button beside the back door to let them know he had arrived. He quickly walked back to the speeder and began unloading the heavy boxes, oblivious to the dark turn of events in Nien's Medicinal Supplies.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 11, 2017 18:20:41 GMT -8
Rimma City's skies were soon filled with the swarms of Sith carriers descending upon the planet. Squadrons of fighters roared overhead, dropping bombs upon military installations and suspected armories. Black armored Sith troopers stormed the streets, commanded by their eager Sith Warriors, as they cut through security forces and Jedi alike. Citizens were relatively left unharmed as they fled the scenes, running in all directions through the streets to avoid the escalating combat. The commanding officer of the Sith forces ordered a blitz into the city and a thorough extermination of any and all Jedi within its limits.
And so began the subjugation of Vandelhelm...
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