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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 20:46:18 GMT -8
-Deangelo
Plata O Plumo.
It was words from the Book of Sand. Holy scripture that was the guide to all life.
-Deangelo <In tusken>
<We will offer then the chance to join us. If they don't, we will deal with them permanently.>
The sheriff thought for a moment on whether he was willing to go out on a limb by telling them about the Dune Sea project. But he remembered Mig had good things to say about them.
-Deangelo <In tusken>
<What we want? We found a ship, old & huge, out in the Dune Sea. It was buried deep enough no one has ever touched it. We dug a tunnel down to it. You might have noticed the Palace is mostly empty & quiet. Most of the clan is out working on it. But to be honest, it will take us a while to get it up again. Once it is operational again, it will be an excellent rallying symbol & make it clear we can crush anyone that doesn't want to deal peacefully. Helping us to get it in the air again would go a long way toward bringing our clans together.>
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Post by Nartaga on May 1, 2017 14:24:09 GMT -8
Nartaga was at a loss for words for the Sand Lightning clan's find. If they could get the ship running, it would certainly turn things around, especially if any of the weapons aboard were still repairable. But what worried him was the permanent solution that Deangelo said his clan intended to those who refused to join them. Nartaga did not like threatening destruction to get people to his side, but he knew it could be a powerful motivator, especially if the grou giving the threat had a large ship. When it came to Tatooine, whoever had the biggest weapon usually won, and people tended to fall in line behind them.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"By permanent do you mean kill? If so, that's a drastic option. If you force people to join your clan by force it could allow undesirables to remain in your territory and destroy it from within."
Nartaga realized too late he might have insulted the Jawa clan's beliefs and intelligence, and tried to backtrack slightly.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Not to say that things would go down that road. If your clan is honorable and treats its people fairly they would accept their circumstances. Smaller tribes sometimes join larger ones for protection, or even when a marriage of leaders' children occurs. Our clan has absorbed many clans in our history, many recently."
Hoping the damage he might have cause was minimalized, he picked back up on the topic of the ship.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"A ship is indeed a powerful symbol. We know that well. I can say we would be honored to aid your clan in any way we can with getting the ship air worthy again. I regret I did not ask my Chief Engineer with us. As far as starships, personally I'm afraid I am only good for crashing them."
Nartaga heard Kal'Shor audibly laugh behind him. Nartaga several starship crashes were not well known by the members of his clan, but those who did know usually found it hilarious because of the Councilors aspirations of space travel and spreading his clan's prosperity to the stars. Nartaga's face burned slightly bu he kept his cool and did not let his embarrassment show.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"We have resources and manpower to help your clan. I will go ahead and let you know that we have several Jawa clans under our banner. Their leaders told me coming here would put us at odds with the larger clans on the fence about my clan and its allies. I am putting a lot of faith in your clan, but both our clan Elder and I have a good feeling about your clan. If your plan succeeds, though, I would like to request something."
Nartaga paused for a moment, trying to find the right combination of words to make sure he was understood clearly. Finally he settled with being straightforward with the Jawa.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"If we are to become allies, our clan will remain ours, the same goes for the tribes and clans that maintain their individuality under our banner. We would be equals, though you would still be the ones with the ship."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 15:19:38 GMT -8
Deangelo shrugged. As far as he was concerned killing them would work fine. But he doubted Mig would agree.
-Deangelo <in tusken>
<How permanently wouldn't be up to me. Regardless, we have a number of clans already under our banner that don't follow the Book of Sand either. They stay in the area they always have been. They carry on like they always have. The only difference is they don't answer to the major jawa clans anymore. They also come to us to settle any issues with other clans under our banner & gift some of what they scavenge to us. We on the other hand step in to deal with anything they aren't equipped to handle. I see no reason why Tuskens & Outsiders clans would be any different.>
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Post by Nartaga on May 1, 2017 17:11:39 GMT -8
Nartaga gave a small sigh of relief at the acknowledgement that genocide was not set in stone. He had already lived through one, even if it was not with his own eyes.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"We do things similarly with those under banner as well. We see no reason to force our allies to follow our laws, so long as they work together and it benefits all we are happy. Maybe we could one day enter a similar agreement, if things go well between our two clans."
Nartaga set down his now empty bowl of stew and stood up, brushing his robes off. He held out a gloved hand for the Jawa to shake.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"You know where we are. Tell us when and where you need us and we'll be there. Send us the estimated specs on the ship and our Jawa and Tusken Engineers will have an idea of what they need to do. My people and I appreciate your openness and hope we can make the most of this world together."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 17:20:18 GMT -8
Setting aside his own bowl, Deangelo shook the offered hand.
-Deangelo <in tusken>
<I can do better than that. I can have one of my roughriders roll out there with you. They can either take you straight to the ship. Or they can go with you to pick up your engineers first. We don't really have specs on the ship yet. We aren't familiar with the type. We are clearing out one section that is unbelievably huge. It is roughly a kilometer & a half long, & nearly a kilometer from top to bottom from what we can tell. Reports show there might be several more sections buried down there.>
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Post by Nartaga on May 1, 2017 18:17:46 GMT -8
Deangelo had said the ship was big, was Nartaga was not expecting that large, and they hadn't even mapped out the whole thing yet. Nartaga nodded his head in agreement at the escort.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea. He can fill in our chief engineer so he can decide what and who to bring."
Nartaga started to turn to head towards his Bantha but stopped short, turning back to Deangelo.
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"Just one thing Sheriff. If you have a way to tell your clansmen at the ship that would be wonderful. Tell them to watch the sky for our ship."
With that Nartaga walked slowly out to where the two speeders, the other having returned with nothing to report, and his Bantha. Nartaga mounted up, and after a Sand Lightning Rough Rider had been chosen by Deangelo to accompany the Tuskens they headed back to the Enclave to enlist the aid of their engineers.
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Post by Jawas on May 2, 2017 15:05:53 GMT -8
Doc Brown made a quick chopping motion & the turbolasers were carted over to a pair of lifts. Unfortunately for the Sandcrawler in question, the guns were far too large to bolt to the sides or even mount on the top deck. Descending from the gantry walkways above, a large number of warboys on tethers dropped down on either side of the hull, halfway up from the ground. Within moments, dozens of cutting torches were eating into the hull, & very shortly eight large squares had been cut into the ship. Three holes on each side & a pair facing forward. They had judged the cuts well & the space behind had mostly been cargo area. After shifting anything there out of the way, the gantry cranes lifted the weapons, one by one, into the holes. As each slid into place, warboys worked quickly to weld, bolt & rivet it in place before hooking into the new power system that was underway. The hull plates that had been cut loose would then be lifted back into place over the guns. A system of release bolts would allow the guns to be removed easily enough for major repairs or salvage, while a much smaller porthole would be cut into each hatch for the weapon to fire through. Unlike the smaller deck guns being installed on the top of the war rig, The main guns were locked in place & could only fire straight. To aim, the entire war rig would have to turn. The two guns mounted forward however, would allow the war rig to fire while still giving chase. In terms of throw weight, this war rig had just become the single strongest vessel on the planet.
Course he found them not to far away, entertaining themselves with some good old gambling as they spent away their earnings from the swap meet and their treasure hunting, and hopefully earning some in the process as well for he didn't want to hear whining and complaining that their money was all gone. Amongst this small group there was one in particular Tikk walked up to whom was well known to be always up to no good, but always made them some good deals when his heart was set on it. This individual was known as Bom and he quickly noticed Tikk walking at a brisk pace towards him, causing the little Jawa to speak very quickly to the others in a high pitched voice of panic as he collected what Tikk assumed was his winnings and begin to attempt to run off. Course Tikk caught him by the arm just as he was getting up to scramble off, making the slightly smaller Jawa to jump and yell "Utinni!" Tikk being slightly unimpressed spun him around, grabbed him by the arms and shook him a bit causing coins and cards to fall out of his pockets which got many a groan from the other Jawas. Jumping at his little secret to gambling being revealed and losing some of his winnings, he knew what Tikk must want had to be important to have caused him to lose such precious things, and so he knelt down and gathered the things up quickly before jumping back up onto his feet and running off, pulling Tikk along with him.-Bom-
Alright, Alright. You have my attention. Now what do you want Tikk?Having been dragged back to where the sandcrawler was parked Tikk stopped his little running after Bom and began to explain.-Tikk-
"Bom I need you to go find them fellow brothers of ours you are always dealing with and ask for some help for it seems our sandcrawler isn't... as spacious as it used to be."Tikk explained as quickly as he could to the little Jawa only getting a Wha? of confusion out of him as he went to look at the sandcrawler he had left perfectly intact and ready to carry them off on plenty of glorious junk collecting adventures. Course he found it having had some giant holes cut in it and large guns of awesomeness being loaded into it, some even already being bolted down to be permanent additions to the sandcrawler. Such greatness made his eyes sparkle with excitement for all the fun they could have now in target practice and fighting off them swashbuckling sailors of the Dune Seas, it made a little Jawas heart go pitter-patter with excitement. And so he quickly came back to Tikk, almost dancing even as nodded quickly as he would most hurriedly go out and inform the others that they were awesome once more... even though that was completely not what he had asked the little Jawa to do.-Bom-
"Right! I shall most hurriedly inform our brothers of your need." Bom would say happily with a little salute to Tikk before running off to get his little speeder bike from the sandcrawler. Tikk though completely oblivious to Bom's intention to also spread word of awesomeness about them, just nodded in appreciation to Bom's acceptance to help out.-Tikk-
Oh thank you Bom, thank you very much. Tikk would say as he called after Bom. Just remember to tell them we need help moving things around and maybe to give some of the clan a lift out of here.Though even as Tikk was finishing what he was saying, Bom was roaring up the engine of his little speeder bike and hurriedly taking off into the dunes, waving to Tikk as he road into the distance. Course Tikk could only just shake his head at such excitement and think what good lad he was as he walked off to fins yet another member of the clan to some further help. |
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 16:40:20 GMT -8
Overhearing the two jawas, Doc Brown stepped over to join Tikk shortly after the other left.
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<If you need more space we can always rip the forge out. You would have to return to a fixed base to melt down your salvage, but with the speed boost that shouldn't be a problem. We can also pull out your old engine & replace it with the new design we got. If you do both, it will double the cargo space you originally had, even with the guns. Of course, that wasn't part of the first deal. I will do it for the metal from your old engine however. Deal?>
It was a fair deal for both sides. With the metal from the engine block Doc Brown could fabricate another six of the TIE reactors. In the end it basically boiled down to two reactors for the work of overhauling engineering section & forge of the craft.
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Post by Jawas on May 2, 2017 19:23:45 GMT -8
Tikk being interrupted in his little walk to find yet another helpful minded Jawa of the Dooka Dooka Clan, looked over at the Doc whom apparently had heard him talking with Bom, and so he stopped to listen to what the Jawa had to say. As he listened he realized many things could be solved with this proposed idea and even the thought of some new magical engine that was smaller than the one they had now was most astonishing for even Clan Dooka Dooka's Tinkerers were not able to do such a thing not how much they tried. Though the ripping out of the forge was a questionable thing for they did use it a lot and they rarely did have a base of sorts and so that could prove to be a bit of a difficult thing, then again could always be the starting of getting an actual home for them started like he had always wanted to do. And so weighing the options with shrugged shoulders and out spread hands, tilting them one way and the other as he thought of pros and cons of the idea... he eventually shook his head in agreement to the offer for it seemed they could potentially benefit from this trade deal greatly.
-Tikk-
"Very well, I do accept these terms for they seem most agreeable. And of course should you and your boys need any help say... moving our vast amount of junk out of the way, feel free to just ask and I can get them off their lazy butts and start moving stuff around."
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 20:32:25 GMT -8
-Doc Brown
<No need to move anything else. We are just going in the rear.>
Without bothering to explain what he meant, the Doc wandered off, collecting a number of the warboys to him as he went. Each one was given instructions & scampered off as he moved to the next one. Within a few moments cutting crews were descending from the gantries at the back of the sandcrawler. Moving along then entire edge of the back, it seemed they would be removing the entire back panel as a single piece. Massive anchor lines were quickly welded to the top of it. As the last of the cuts were made, the entire plate swung free of the back, nearly scraping the ground before swinging ponderously back toward the crawler. The cutting crew seemed unworried by the massive plate swinging back toward them & sure enough it stopped just shy of hitting them.
As the plate settled in its swinging, crews above manually winched the plate further away from the back. Meanwhile the cutting crews had gone to work on the internals of the crawler. None of the engine would be kept intact, so they had few quams about cutting away parts to reach the support braces it was mounted on. While those warboys were burrowing into it to cut the braces, another group was climbing up & welding a trio of cables to the main engine block. As the last of the cutting crew wormed their way out of the engine & gave the all clear, they all piled onto a number of treadmills. There was one treadmill for each cable & as they ran & climbed on it, the cable was pulled tighter. After a few moments of strain were the cables were singing under the tension, the engine block gave way & fell out of the crawler. The jawas cheered at their success. Now that it was clear from the crawler, the warboys split into two groups. The first group fell on the engine block, cutting & hacking it into chucks to be carted away. The second crew set about clearing up the resulting hole. Beyond getting the braces set up for the new engines, they were also laying the new fuel lines needed from the main tank.
A few minutes later, a trolley entered the tunnel carrying four of the half-sphere TIE generators. For the moment however, they were kept out of the way. With the engine removed & being dismantled & the fuel bunker secured & checked for damage, work began on pulling the forge out the new hole in the back of the crawler. Fortunately, it was several smaller pieces instead of one large one like the engine. As each was cut free & maneuvered out of the craft, it was carefully & neatly packed away. Before long, the entire bottom part of the craft was a tunnel that was open from back to the open ramp in the front. Only the fuel bunker & the internal walkways disrupted the view. The hard work done, the crews began reforming the engine area. A separating wall was put between what would be the engineering area & the cargo area, with another forming the roof of engineering. Work was done on what had been the forge to let the craft handle a wide range of cargo sizes & shapes easily. At last, the four generators were wheeled over & carefully slotted into place, one at a time.
Once the cargo area was finished, the boxed up forge was shuffled back into the cargo area above the engines. It took up less than a quarter of the area while it was packed up. The last thing done in that part of the operation was the careful cranking of the rear plate back into place. Once there it was carefully reattached to the ship. From the outside, the back end of the ship wouldn't look any different from before.
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Post by Jawas on May 4, 2017 12:20:39 GMT -8
As Tikk watched the new additions begin, he felt the sudden urge to begin some kind of evil, crazed maniacal laughter as is great abomination of the sands was being completed, almost felt as if he should feel very very evil right now. Though when he saw them about to start cutting into the back of his sandcrawler, he more jumped and panicked like a worried father over his child about to be hurt for his sandcrawler was very precious to him. It was so silly for he was so tempted to constantly call out be careful, not that he was worried about the Jawas working as he was sure they were perfectly safe, he was just ever so worried about the sandcrawler, his new weapon of mass destruction. Even as the back of the sandcrawler went swinging back and forth and nearly scraping the ground as it did he was all worried and almost reaching out to it as if he was going to try and protect the poor thing and so desperately hoping they didn't scratch it. Things just got ever more painful to watch as they began to gut his poor sandcrawler of its engines and forge, and so he finally decided he could not watch anymore and quickly hurried away from the sight of his poor little sandcrawler being torn apart before his eyes.
Tikk made his way outside of the palace where a group of his clan had set up a little table of their own and were playing some more Sabacc with their ever so primitive deck of cards they liked to us instead of those high-tech cards usually used. He went and sat down with the rest of them in a slouch and miserably pulled out his little bag of money and winnings from the Great Swap Meet to start some gambling himself to try and take his mind off of the tearing apart of his sandcrawler to make it even better. Though as he was he ended up noticing a very noticeable character at the table also gambling away, it was a Jawa whom looked like he was a mean fellow, wearing a strange bandana on his head beneath that large cowl of his and a scarf around his neck that gave him a more shadowed look than most, he also wore two bandoliers almost completely dedicated to weapons and ammo, there was also a large blade stabbed into the ground next to him and a large knife still sheathed in his belt and an oldish looking gun in his belt as well. Course Tikk was always happy to see him around for he always had some coin to spend on gambling and so more for him to possibly win and walk with a bigger bag of winnings.
Tikk placed down a bunch of money to buy his way into the next round which was coming soon and as he did he started up some small talk with his old friend.
-Tikk-
Hello Rat, enjoying the game?
The other Jawa just gave Tikk an almost angry sort of glare and then went back to studying his cards. Though Tikk felling ever so more cheerful now that he didn't have to watch his sandcrawler being torn apart and then put back together didn't care much and so just watched the game slowly come to an end as he waited excitedly for his turn to join in the fun.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 17:09:11 GMT -8
As the last game ended, several warboys left the table & were quickly replaces by more. There were a few more open seats though & Tikk was waved to join the table. From the looks of it, most of those around were watching the gates. Since there was little of interest happening for the moment, they were trading off between keeping an eye on things & mingling with the DD Clan.
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<You going to play or just stand around?>
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Post by Jawas on May 4, 2017 17:29:13 GMT -8
Tikk ever so happily joined in with the newest group and sat down to play some Sabacc though there were still some old faces around still hoping to win or wanting to win some more, even still it was a very enjoyable game nonetheless. He sat and waited all smiles as the cards were gathered from the last game and shuffled up and handed out yet again for the next round and placed his bet as all the other bets were placed. Though from the looks of his cards he had a sinking feeling today was just not going to be his day for much winning, but with a shrug he just continue on not seeming to care that he was probably going waste away all his winnings from the Swap Meet in one game.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 19:30:34 GMT -8
There was a building rumble from the entrance of the hanger tunnel as vaguely maniacal laughter drifted on the breeze. The warboys were used to it, but it might be considered unsettling to jawas of other clans. After a few minutes of that, the rumbling died away & Doc Brown joined the group outside. Spotting Tikk at the table, he quickly made his way over.-Brown <Ah, there you are. Your war rig is all finished up, if you want to give it a test run before loading your cargo back up, I have a job I would like you to consider.> The details of the job boiled down to a very large number of rather heavy hull plating, to be delivered an hours ride of so from the Palace. Directions would not be an issue as Doc Brown's war rig would also be making the same trip with an identical cargo.
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Post by Jawas on May 5, 2017 14:55:09 GMT -8
Tikk had nearly forgotten about the taking apart of his snadcrawler as he gotten all into the game, laughing, cheering and some moaning and groaning at some losses. All in all, it was a very fun round of Sabacc and he appreciated the new faces to play with of the warboyes for he had pretty much play against everyone in his sandcrawler again and again and this was a bit refreshing. Though when time came to when he heard the rumbling from within the hangar and then came the maniacal laughter, Tikk suddenly realized he wasn't the only one who got that feeling when making such monstrosities. But it eventually died down and then out came the Doc with news that his war rig was done which got him all excited, though what almost had him jumping with glee was the mention of a little job already after getting the war rig just done.
-Tikk-
"I would most happily do this job for you all, just tell me where we be going and it will be there."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2017 15:56:03 GMT -8
Doc Brown nodded & gave a wave at some warboys waiting by the door. Inside, warboys would rush to work loading up the new war rig at the signal.
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<Just a little way into the Sea. You will be following me in my own war rig.>
Turning back to the hanger, he gave a wave to Tikk, inviting him to come see his new craft for the first time. True enough it wouldn't look much different from the outside, at least until the sails unfolded, but pretty much the only unchanged thing about it was the passenger deck. Even the cockpit had to be remodeled. Doc Brown had liked the addition of a large round steering vane that he had discovered down in storage instead of the usual setup.
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Post by Jawas on May 5, 2017 16:05:31 GMT -8
Tikk would quickly jump up from the game and just completely abandon it as he was waved after the Doc to see his new vessel, though before leaving he would turn back to his boys to tell them to get packed up since thy would be leaving eventually and he wanted everyone to be ready.
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"Alright time to pack up and spread word we be leaving soonish I think."
After that Tikk would waddle off quickly after the Doc to go see his new vessel and shortly after he left the rest of his little gang were jumping up from the table they had set and started saying their good byes and collecting everything up. Course right after that they all ran off to find everyone and spread word that the sandcrawler was ready and that they be leaving for some new grand adventure out into the Dunes for the Sand Lightning.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2017 16:48:19 GMT -8
Sure enough, it didn't take long for the two war rigs to be loaded up with the plating. Each of the plates was more or less identical. If it wasn't for the locking joints along the edges, one might assume that they are just extremely large ingots for storage. This was not going to be a top speed run, though. They also weren't going to be flying very high. In fact they would be traveling somewhat low & slow on the way out, just in case something broke. With one final rev, the pair of war rigs pulled out into the open air.*Continued*
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Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on Apr 28, 2020 11:51:38 GMT -8
"Clean the area"
The IG droids started firing their long rifles with surgical precision, the targets were hit even twice before dropping dead to the floor.
"What a pest"
Said the Twilek with a grimace, clearly disgusted. A Jawa tribe was seemingly living on the palace now, their tents and shelters covering up part of the exterior walls and the entrance. The droids were mowing down the intruders from their vantage point aboad repulsor skiffs. A Jawa tried to run inside the palace, but was desintegrated by a sharpshooting Mandalorian bounty hunter, who then reloads his gun. A group of bold villagers tried to defend their home, but their daring move was cut short by another gun-for-hire, who unleashed his repeating blaster on them. Many more were running down the hill: some were hunted down like game by the most cruel among the shooting party. In little time, it was done.
"Go, inside. Finish the job!"
A squad of B-1 battledroids, fourteen in total, advanced forward, in unison, led by a towering B-2 super-battledroid. They were followed by a score of bounty hunters and scoundrels. The Twilek, Haruun Hoshmidi, majordomo and right hand to Lord Yurgo, waited patiently as blaster fire echoed within the estructure. Soon thereafter, a man arrived.
"They were sharing space with some Tuskens. They killed one of our men and two droids, but those things are done for"
"Good, clean it up. I want that... shanty town pulled down, it's defiling the palace"
He pointed out to what remained of the Jawa encampment.
"And burn the bodies"
"Aye, will be done"
The sun was coming down when the sail barge arrived, columns of dark smoke spiraling upwards from the pires where bodies and trash was being burned. The facade of the splendid building was freed from the filth that had grown around it, like fungi. The droids lined up a pathway for the gross magnificence of Lord Yurgo, who slithered his way into the palace, while chewing a porg; a true delicacy from the Outer Rim. His court followed the Hutt, a large company of dancers, musicians, scoundrels, a few select companions, droids and enforcers. The crime lord placed his morbidly obese slug-like shape over the dais that had been Jabba's and settled there. Kessel was good for bussiness and a steady source of income, but one never places his egg-sacks into the same basket, so having the residence elsewhere was a good choice. And there was no better place than Tatooine, because, even if it was a horrible ball of sand -coarse and it gets into places- from it one could control the underworld effectively. The dancers entertained the court until the sun rose in the sky and the party died. There was a Hutt again in the palace. The B'omarr monks, undisturbed, continued their lifes, like nothing happened.
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Post by Moff Valen on May 2, 2020 22:42:26 GMT -8
Hutt's were vile, disgusting creatures. Gross Space Slugs who the galaxy would be better off without. Much to the bounty hunter and enigmatic rogue Kul Brek's displeasure, he had been sent once again by his employer to work with a Hutt, this time the up and coming Vigo of the Black Sun.
Along with two of his men, Kul had infiltrated the Throne Room of Jabba's Palace where he was now waiting for the crime lord to appear. The trio had managed to infiltrate the palace in secret, not necessarily because security was lax but rather the group was well equipped and experts at such operations. Kul had decided to take a seat on the Hutt's immense throne while he waited. Of course, he had it thoroughly cleaned and disinfected first. You never know what a Hutt left behind. He was tiny in comparison to the throne, but had managed to make himself comfortable with an arrangement of cushions and one of the death sticks he was so fond of. He'd also poured himself a glass of some strong liquor he found, though he wasn't entirely sure what it was he was enjoying it.
He suddenly had a thought. He could not remember the name of the man (if one could call him that) he was sent to negotiate with. "What's his name?" he asked Jonton, one of his companions. The man looked at him with a confused expression,
"Who?" he asked.
"The fat bastard we're meant to be meeting, you utter nonce!" Kul replied in frustration.
"Splurgo...Surgo...uh...I don't know, you're the boss, you should know!"
"It was too many syllables for me. You know my stance on long words!" realising Jonton was useless, he looked to his twin brother, Jovamal. Jon and Jov weren't exactly the brightest pair but they were damned good at what they do. And one of the few people Kul, or rather his employer trusted with such tasks. "Jov?" he asked hoping the other man would remember. Unfortunately, Jov simply stared back with a vacant expression.
"Useless, the both of you!" he shook his head in frustration, before taking a long draw on his death sticks and blowing a large cloud of smoke towards the twins. "Guess I'll have to improvise," he grumbled.
Kul leaned back in his chair and took a long drink from his glass as he continued to wait for the crime lord to make his appearance. He was sure the Vigo would not appreciate the disrespect Kul was showing, which was all part of the plan. The offer Kul's employer had would no doubt prove far to enticing for the Hutt. Treating the Hutt this way was all part of Kul's plan to show the Hutt just how powerful his employer was, it was a power move...well that and Kul enjoyed string up trouble and making himself comfortable.
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