Jack Morgan
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Post by Jack Morgan on Jun 22, 2016 0:57:36 GMT -8
- Principle Authors: Jack Morgan , Nathan Caldwell [Retired] , Johnathan Castle [Retired] , Rianon Kardama ,Jerrak Vao ,@bountyhunter ,
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- Timeframe: Alternate
Can't Take the Sky from MeOn the planet of Ord Mantell, in one of the sleazy saloon in the city. There is plenty of chatter about a crew who made off with an impressive amount of loot. Most of this chatter comes from members of the Black Sun Gang, who frequent the saloon. The chatter has caught the attention of a former SIS agent. At the far back of the saloon, lays an outlaw Captain waiting for a chance to get off of the planet. |
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Jack Morgan
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Post by Jack Morgan on Jul 3, 2016 23:18:07 GMT -8
A muscular cathar, the name of Quinn, walks towards the apparent drunk outlaw. As the Quinn did so he could smell Corellian spiced ale the outlaw's favorite drink. Quinn didn't see why the outlaw loved that drink. Next to the outlaw was a towering Wookiee named Crowdarr, who also shared a fondness for the Corellian spiced ale.
"Hey Boss, I've heard some interesting chatter, apparently a crew went to one of the most dangerous planets in the 'verse and made off with an impressive amount of loot. Orders sir?"
After listening to Quinn's speech about this crew, Jack popped his head off of the table, revealing that he wasn't drunk at all. Jack thought about the next move, since he wanted to get off of this planet. He and what remains of his crew have been trapped on the Gorram planet for about eight months. Every time a possible lead on getting off of Ord Mantell, the Black sun always got in their way. Jack would have to think of a way to get the crew to Ord mantell.
"Ok Quinn, i need you to get the word out that there's a buyer on Ord Mantell, whose looking to get his hands on unique and rare items"
Jack waited on Quinn's response. Jack looked over to Crowdarr who was drinking some spiced ale.
"On it sir"
With that Quinn walked out of the saloon heading towards a local Comm Station. While Jack signaled the waitress to bring over two more bottles of Corellian spiced ale. Jack knew that Quinn would be able to spread the word around about a buyer for unique and rare items and hopefully this crew would show up and he could convince them to allow him and his crew to get a ride off of the planet.
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Nathan Caldwell [Retired]
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This character is retired, though permission has been given to be NPC'ed as needed.
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Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Jul 13, 2016 2:13:44 GMT -8
Ord Mantell, High Orbit.
The battered and beaten Wayfarer-Class Transport Serenity exited hyperspace above the planet of Ord Mantell. Nathan Reynolds, the captain of the ship, stood on the bridge behind his pilot. He looked as though he could use about a month's worth of sleep. Wash didn't look any better either.
"Status?" Asked Nate wearily.
Wash took a few moments to reply. Nathan thought little of it.
Normally he would be on Wash's case, but after what they had just been through, he was going to be a little more lenient on his remaining crew members until they were rested and had dealt with what they had all just endured.
"Standard Orbit achieved. Nothing on the sensors. We're clear, Captain."
Nathan sighed in relief.
"Take us down. And then I'm ordering everyone to take a few days of R and R. After what we've been through, we could all use a little time away from the swing of things."
Nathan watched Wash visibly relax as he spoke.
"I ain't going to say no to that. Taking us down."
And with that, the Serenity angled towards the planet and began it's descent.
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Jack Morgan
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Post by Jack Morgan on Sept 2, 2016 16:02:04 GMT -8
Jack still sitting up reached into his coat and pulled out a sweet Williams cigar and began to light it. He had three puffs before signaling a busty waitress over to him. As the waitress walked over to him, Jack wondered what this crew that Quinn had told him about was like.Hopefully they wouldn't mind the little white lie.
What can i get you sweetheart?
Before he gave his order Jack placed his left hand on the waitress's ass and grabbed it. The Waitress turned around and slapped Jack across the face.
On the menu, pig
"Well if that's off the table, i guess some more spiced ale darling"
As Jack was being himself Crowdarr walked over to a Dejarik table and began to play one of the Black sun members. Once the waitress had taken Jack's order he looked over and saw Crowdarr playing Dejarik, Jack hoped that the gang member was smart enough to let Crowdarr win. Dejarik was Crowdarr's favorite game, and he is really good at it just not good at losing at it. The Waitress came back handed Jack his drink, and walked away. Jack leaned back putting his feet on the table still smoking his cigar and drinking the spiced ale. Quinn walked back into the saloon and took a sit at Jack's table, he pulled out a datapad and was trying to find as much info on the crew as possible.
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Jerrak Vao
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Affiliation: Bounty Hunter's Guild
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Sept 25, 2016 19:45:34 GMT -8
Ord Mantell. Smuggler's Saloon.
Ord Mantell was a wonderful place to stop, if one was of the more nefarious types. Smugglers, mercs, bounty hunters and other criminals enjoyed Ord Mantell. Due to its popularity among the underworld, it became a prime residence for a retired smuggler to become and informant for other smugglers and bounty hunters. And thus, Vao's Emporium was born. Offering a multitude of services specifically tailored for outlaws and criminals, Vao had it all. From information to weapons to bounty posting and armor. Connections within the local government and crime syndicates, Vao had his hands in it all. Knowing his away around these trades gave him the edge to run a business built on them. With a zero tolerance for stupidity and disrespect, Vao's Emporium was actually quite the place to be. Whether or not the customers got along was irrelevant. Vao's zero tolerance policies were upheld to the letter, as Vao had the connections to make or break hunters, mercs and smugglers. This gained him the ire of the more legitimate criminal organizations, but it also garnered him a large amount of respect. Enough respect that he was given warehouse space at the back of the Smuggler's Saloon to operate out of...
Jerrak Vao sat at a table in the back of the Smuggler's Saloon, enjoying the company of the dancing girls and the few members of the underworld's elite that were enjoying their evening out as well. Though Vao was enjoying himself, he never let his guard down. An old habit from his hunting and smuggling days. And, speaking of his smuggling days, apparently a small crew pulled the job of the century. According to his sources, both reliable or otherwise, there were many holocrons and other antiques of value. Many artifacts of great value had resurfaced. And all of this was rumored to be on its way to Ord Mantell. Vao had already heard of several smuggling outfits throwing out fake information in regards to interested buyers. And one of those outfits was currently in this saloon. Vao was irked about it more than anything else. Anyone with a brain in their skull knew better than to cross him and his sources. He was the one who given first grab at potential artifacts and holocrons. And before the night was through, he would make it known that he was not to be crossed. But until he decided to do so, he would continue to enjoying the dancing girls and alcohol being served...
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Nathan Caldwell [Retired]
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This character is retired, though permission has been given to be NPC'ed as needed.
Posts: 125
Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Nathan Caldwell [Retired] on Sept 26, 2016 15:37:19 GMT -8
Ord Mantell. Trader's Quarter.
The beaten and battered Wayfarer, Serenity, settled down on its designated landing pad. The mood aboard the ship was sullen and depressing. With everything that had transpired on Rhommamool, it was a wonder that any of the crew were still alive. Nathan Reynolds was sitting in his office, adjacent to his bunk. A forty ounce bottle of Corellian Rum sat on the table, only a quarter full. Nathan was drowning his feelings. So much had happened to him on a personal level that he didn't feel like interacting with any of the crew. Though his pilot, Wash, was probably taking everything that had happened the hardest. Hell, Nathan still couldn't believe that Zoe was gone. He refused to believe it. But it didn't make it any less so. And she deserved far better than she had received. But there wasn't much that could be done about it now. Nathan took a swig out of his glass and allowed the amber liquid to slowly trickle down his throat. It burned all the way down, though he hardly noticed it at this point. Even the prospect of getting paid didn't lighten his mood any. And everything that had been brought down upon him was the direct result of taking on that accursed Zabrak passenger from Iridonia. Valafar. Nathan and his crew had been played right from the moment he had bumped into them. And Nathan, in desperate need of the money at the time, took the job with little regard as to the outcome. It was money. Something that was in short supply these days. Regardless of the results from their mystery trip to Rhommamool, Nathan had since vowed that if he ever crossed Venom or Valafar Starkiller, he'd put a blaster bolt in their brain-pans. Normally above such petty revenge, Rhommamool had taken its toll on him. Physically, mentally and emotionally. Perhaps things would get better for him, but for night now, he was content to drink himself into a stupor and remain numb, ignoring the galaxy for a while...
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Jack Morgan
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Post by Jack Morgan on Sept 26, 2016 20:55:55 GMT -8
Ord Mantell, Smuggler's Saloon
Jack got up from his table and walked over to the counter and took a seat near some rookie spacers, they were watching a podrace. Jack had seen both racers before and knew how they liked to race. Easy credits Jack thought, these spacers didn't know a thing about podraces. Now normally Jack wouldn't take credits from rookie spacers, but they were bragging on how good they were, so he would make an exception.
"You two feel like making some easy credits. All you want to do is place Buttmalia on the podracer wearing the number 17"
Place a What?
"Buttmalia you know A bet"
Oh, right how much?
"Well you'll want to place a large sum of credits, you see this guy hasn't last a race yet. A lot of people are going to bet on the other guy since he's a hotshot racer, but just between us i heard that he's gal broke his heart and hasn't been doing so good in practice."
After Jack finished speaking the two spacers lend over and whispered to each other, most likely trying to figure out how much credits they should bet on this for sure thing. While the information was true, Jack knew that the heart broken racer would win since he couldn't stand losing no matter what. Jack also knew that he raced better when he wasn't dating. The two spacer place 2,000 credits on racer number 17. Jack grinned and placed 250 credits on the heart broken racer. Once his racer won, Jack would win enough credits to spend on more ale and girls. The two spacers looked at Jack like he was crazy.
"What? I like the long shot, more excitement that way."
Jack looked up at the holo and watched the race it seemed like 17 was going to win and the spacers looked so happy that they were about to win. Then just like that the heart broken racer took the lead and then just like the race was over and the spacers had a look of disappointment on their faces. Jack collected his winnings and walked back to his table and ordered five more drinks. Jack drank all five in the next thirty minutes and than ordered five more. Jack did this until he was passed out on the table.
Now most people would have passed a lot sooner than Jack did, but Jack had built up a sort of tolerance for the spiced ale, since it was one of his favorite drinks.
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Jerrak Vao
The Organization
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Affiliation: Bounty Hunter's Guild
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Oct 7, 2016 10:40:57 GMT -8
Ord Mantell. Smuggler's Saloon.
Vao sat at his table still, drinking with his group, smoking cigars and hitting on the waitresses. A Weequay thug came up to Vao and whispered in his ear.
"Apologies for bothering you, but our contacts in the spaceport have noticed the Serenity landing, looking pretty beat up. Did you want to speak with Reynolds or not?"
Vao nodded.
"Once I'm finished up here, I'll be paying Reynolds a visit."
Vao waved the Weequay away and went back to his drink, still watching the Wookiee and Black Sun Member with interest. If the Black Sun member was smart, he'd let the Wookiee win. Though, with their current business proceedings, the Black Sun Gang had been stepping on Vao's toes. Anyone this side of Coruscant knew better than to do that. Vao wasn't a bad guy, simply well connected and well invested in many particularly illicit dealings. Dealings that ensured he would remain untouchable by both the law and competition. If there were to be any trouble started in this saloon, however, Vao would be the first one to step up and take it outside. This was, for all intents and purposes, his establishment. Fighting and causing problems was bad for business. And he wouldn't let his business reputation be ruined by a few drunks spacers and their sudden urge to prove how tough they were.
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Jack Morgan
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Post by Jack Morgan on Nov 12, 2016 22:03:14 GMT -8
Ord Mantell. Smuggler's Saloon
Jack lifted his head off of the table and turned his attention to the Dejarik table where Crowdarr was losing to the Black Sun member. Jack could see the anger on his Wookiee friend. Jack pick up his hat and placed it on his head tilted the front brim down to cover his eyes. He pushed back his chair, got up and began to walk over the Dejarik table. Once Jack was maybe a foot away the Black Sun member had just won. Crowdarr stood up and began to let out an angrily grow and Black Sun member fall off of his chair, then stood up and pointed a blaster pistol at Crowdarr. One thought went through Jack's mind.
Shit
"Listen up Beeogola Nechaska, if you want to start a fight take it out outside. Just let it be known that if you start a fight with my friend here, you won't survive. Now Crowdarr pay the man his winnings and we can have a game, loser buys a round of spiced Ale."
With Jack stepping in Crowdarr paid the Beeogola Nechaska, and the Black sun member went back to his friends and bought all of them drinks. Jack and Crowdarr sat down at the Dejarik Table and began to play. Jack already knew that Crowdarr would win since Jack would let him win.
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