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Post by Legion on Nov 4, 2013 6:27:12 GMT -8
Mac couldn't seem to hit the guy and his pulse quickened even further when he realized that he was making for the door. He hurried after him, ripping open the damaged door and running headlong into a trap in the darkened interior of the warehouse.
Meanwhile, Fen had taken a knee to the stomach and Dru's man had a weapon on him. He knew judging from Gik on the ground, he wouldn't hesitate. Fen dropped his blaster and stopped struggling.
"Alright, alright. You got me."
He reached over carefully and keyed the passcode to the door. It slid open with no resistance, casting light into the dark cargo area.
Sol had been caught trying to flee from the offices and was hiding from everything behind a stack of crates, his mind racing about how he was going to get out of this one. Dru had never caused a problem before, but then again, he had never screwed her over before. He hadn't expected her to be violent as she was always so polite and mild mannered. He should have known better. Smugglers and weapons dealers don't succeed if they are always push overs.
Remy, Ace and Somer had finished grabbing their gear and hopped in the speeder to head to the warehouse. It would only take a couple minutes. Hopefully, it was all for nothing but Remy wasn't so sure.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 4, 2013 7:40:23 GMT -8
Stormro's grin widened in anticipation of the kill as Mac did exactly what he had hoped the man would do, holstering his Westar-34 as the larger goon passed him before switching the tehk'la blade over to his right hand. Slipping out of the darkened space behind the door, he stalked Mac down the hallway that led to the main warehouse floor, taking care not to rush so as to avoid alerting his prey to his presence. As the thug came to a corner and slowed to cautiously check around it Stormro closed the gap between them and struck, his left arm coming around the left side of Mac's to pull up the man's chin and muffle any sound he might make while his right slammed the serrated blade of his tehk'la blade into the his throat. Maintaining his grip on the unfortunate goon's chin, he activated the weapon's vibro-cell and dragged the blade across the man's neck before shutting the cell back off and letting go of his victim. Stepping back he smiled as Mac collapsed to the floor with a helpless gurgle, the man's hands going to his throat as he tried in vain to somehow stop the bleeding, and keyed his comm while he began quickly combing over the still twitching corpse in search of a comm device.
"Backdoor is clear Boss; nothing's getting out unless it goes through me."
Finishing his search of Mac's body, Stormro stepped out of the small puddle of blood which had formed around the dead mercenary and pulled the corpse into position so that anyone running around the corner would be at risk of potentially tripping over the body, leaving a smear of blood on the floor that would be visible to anyone approaching the back entrance from within the warehouse. Returning to the darkened corner behind the door where he had been lurking before he switched his tehk'la blade back to his left hand and drew his blaster pistol again, training the weapon down the dimly lit hallway as he listened carefully for the sound of footsteps; If their quarry tried to escape through the back entrance Stormro would be waiting for him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2013 22:01:50 GMT -8
As soon as the door opened, Gulliver tossed in a flashbang, fresh plucked from a belt pouch. Pretty standard procedure. He wasn't sure how well versed the boss was with door kicking, but there wasn't exactly a lot of time to ask. He rushed through the door as soon as the specialized grenade did its work, pistol at the ready. The most critical portion of the entry is actually getting through the door unharmed. Anyone inside is going to be aiming at it. Get through the fatal funnel unharmed and usually the rest was easy. There didn't seem to be any people in the room, which appeared to be a foyer of some sort. There were some smoking electronics, probably a result of the ionite he laced the grenade with. It would do a number on unshielded electronics.
As the lead man, he had gone alone the path of least resistance. In this case, that was to the left, clearing his two corners before turning to the center of the room. Ideally, the two man would buttonhook to the right and clear the other two corners. For a room this size, it took just a few seconds, assuming all went well.
It occurred to him as the big merc took a knee at the proper place that there was a good chance that his boss might be absolutely clueless as to how this part usually when. Rather sheepishly, he hollered the appropriate call over his right shoulder.
"ONE UP! DOOR, STRAIGHT AHEAD, 5 METERS!"
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 5, 2013 8:40:35 GMT -8
Sinistra looked at Fen and for a moment, mercy stayed her hand but it was quickly overruled by her pragmatism. She shot him point blank in the chest, stepped over his massive corpse as it landed in front of the portal into the warehouse. She moved up the corridor, her HUD switched on to sweep the area. She read Sol's heat signature in the darkness and laid a calm hand on Gulliver's shoulder as she stood next to him.
"Two up. Stay here. Don't let anyone past you." Her vocoder squawked as she moved around the merc.
She stepped around the door frame and headed towards where Sol clung to the shadows. She could see him plain as day, a small holdout blaster in his hand. She cooed at him, her voice chipper and light.
"There's no need for that, Sol. I'm not going to kill you. I just came for my merchandise." She aimed her shot at his knee, the bolt finding a true mark. She holstered her weapon, lacing her fingers together.
"Point out the crate and I'm gone."
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Post by Legion on Nov 6, 2013 9:21:46 GMT -8
Sol hit the deck, screaming in agony. Her voice never sounded cross or angry. It was the same blissfully happy voice he had come to know from Dru. He dropped the blaster, he was sure it was around in the dark somewhere. Dru moved forward and he cringed. For all his previous posturing, Sol was truly a coward. He hired big guys to intimidate people like Dru but Dru just killed all his men without thinking twice about it. He was over his head. He pointed to a small crate in the corner. "The code is 551863."
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 6, 2013 9:27:17 GMT -8
She moved over to the crate and keyed the passcode. Hefting the lid open, she looked around and nodded. This was it. She replaced the lid and locked it back. Sol was fishing for a blaster on the ground, so she went over and picked it up, shooting his other knee cap out before she threw the blaster into a corner.
"Thanks Sol, you've been a big help. I'll be in touch." She called to the others as she went back and shoved the crate onto a nearby hoverlift. "Come on, boys. Got what I came for."
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 9, 2013 18:37:48 GMT -8
Stormro smiled as he rose from where he had been lurking, sliding his tehk'la blade back into its sheath before pocking the comm unit that he had taken from Mac and slipping out the back door. Glancing around the backside of the warehouse for any signs of trouble, Stormro finally decided that it was clear before keying his comm again. "I'll tail you guys back to the ship Boss, in case he has any more mercs that might try to ambush you." Moving out of the doorway Stormro moved along the side of the building, making his way to the corner around which he would be able to see the main entrance that Sin and Gulliver would be coming out through. From there he looked over the area, keeping an eye out for signs of danger. With any luck they would be able to get back to Sin's 3-z Freighter without incident, but Stormro was never the sort to rely on such nebulous a thing as fortune.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 17:07:04 GMT -8
While Lord Sinistra was busy kneecaping motherfuckers, Gulliver was going to make sure the next few people to come through the front door regretted it for the rest of their lives. His braided belt turned out to be a sleeve made of woven detcord over a standard rigger's belt. The datapad in his pocket was actually a laser mine. The stick of gun in his other pocket was actually, well, gum. Look, not everything has to be deadly all the time.
The big merc pulled the gum out and almost popped it into his mouth, stopped at the last moment by the smell. Whoops. Pressure sensitive explosive putty. So maybe everything did have to be deadly.
At any rate, the door was booby trapped with a deadly daisy chain by the time the boss radioed in. The first guy would set off the laser mine on the ceiling. The solid state laser wasn't quite as impressive as the bomb-pumped model from earlier, but it would burn through a body in less than a second. Said body would then fall forward, due to a little english on the beam that would cause a jet of vaporized flesh to burst forth from the back of the victim's skull as it burned through. It would set off the first det cord chain, which would scour the front of the building of anything alive as bits of ferrocrete were blasted across at about 10,000 fps. And just in case someone made it inside, the third det cord chain would obliterate both them and the lobby.
Without a front entrance to worry about, egress through the rear should be that much safer.
Roger, boss. Front secure. I'm oscar mike to your position.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 11, 2013 12:05:40 GMT -8
The crate on a hoverdolly and Gulliver behind her, they left out of the back entrance, taking side streets back to the hangar. Nothing looked suspicious or strange. Once the cargo was safely loaded on the ship, the ramp was closed and Sin ripped off her helmet. She looked unkempt, hair sticking to her face and messy. She headed down to the cockpit and started up the engines. The freighter lifted off as soon as she was able, blasting out into orbit as Sin rotated her neck, trying to stretch it out. She hated wearing a helmet unless it was necessary. Once she had cleared the ground, she hollered back to the pair in the common area.
"Both of you up here, I need to go over a couple things. We're skipping over to Mos Espa. I've got the Rancor waiting there. Gulliver, you and my pilot there will take the freighter back to Kuat. You can hang out at the Estate if you want. Stormro and I will be getting off in Espa and paying a visit to a friend of mine. We have a couple stops to make as reps of Dark Tide and the Sith. Boring stuff for you I'm sure."
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 12, 2013 2:52:50 GMT -8
Stormro made his way up to the cockpit, sliding the borrowed jacket off and handing it back to Gulliver along with his borrowed pistols with a single word. "Thanks." Moving past the man to where Sinistra sat, his body language and posture changed visibly as he dropped his "Ozrei" persona and returned to his normal self with a grin. "That was certainly an entertaining experience; it has been far too long since I was able to properly utilize my training in such a manner. Do you go out on such endeavors often?" The unspoken question of whether he might be allowed to accompany her on future outings hung in the air, unspoken and yet present none the less. This had been a valuable experience, and the Nagaian Sith Lord found himself musing that if he ever did take an apprentice that he would likely subject them to such an outing of his own engineering.
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2013 6:48:42 GMT -8
Sol writhed on the ground, cursing himself for his stupidity in trying to double cross what appeared to be a mild mannered dealer. Looks could be deceiving. He struggled across the floor to the stairs up to his office when he heard a speeder pull up out front through the open door. The bodies of Fen and Gik were across the threshold and he could see Remy, Ace and Somer heading to the building, setting off the charges. Sol hid his face from the explosion, his body pelted with debris and shrapnel. When he looked up, the front facade of the warehouse was gone and his men all lay dead on the floor. Sol figured it was a good time to retire.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 12:54:36 GMT -8
The big merc couldn't quite hide the satisfied smirk as the sound of his daisy-chain rippled through the air in the distance. He was never a fan of this covert stuff, preferring engagements where one could reasonably expect to know who or what they were fighting, but it was fun to cut loose on occasion. Keeping all the one-off bits of tech around seemed like a waste to most, especially considering the vast expense incurred in finding some of the more rare items, but in the end, it was worth it for jobs like this. He made a note to try to acquire more laser grenades, as the test device had worked beautifully. The det cord belt was stupidly dangerous, and carrying the pressure sensitive gum in his pocket probably wasn't the best of ideas, but they had both paid off in the end.
When his boss announced the next assignment, Gulliver was vaguely disappointed that he wouldn't get to try any more toys out, but relieved too. If the Mandos did drop onto Kuat, he wanted to be there with a big smile and a full on battery-6 from some 155's.
"Sounds like a plan, Boss." As was his habit, he wouldn't drop the cover until back at base or ordered to do so. "Am I to take it that I passed the test?"
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 15, 2013 6:40:47 GMT -8
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Post by Alastor on Nov 26, 2013 16:44:43 GMT -8
You move through the streets of Mos Eisley before coming to a shop where you purchased the necessary weapons and engine upgrades for your YT-1000. You paused for a moment to make sure that the invoice looked proper before paying the mechanic. You had been holed up in a cheap hostel while your ship had received the necessary upgrades, once you were alerted that they had been fitted properly you would leave. And that call had just come through.
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Post by Karbo Rohn on Dec 4, 2013 8:54:23 GMT -8
Walking through the crowded streets of Mos Eisley, Karbo felt a sort of peace within him, despite the hundreds of alien life forms pushing and jostling. For him it meant that nobody was searching for him. After spending decades dodging one slave reclamation force after another, the urge to remain hidden was a difficult one to shake off. Remembering a particular close call on Ord Mantell, he increased his pace slightly and entered the hangar where he was docked.
Punching in the keycode for the main entry ramp, he inspected the ship's exterior for anything out of place while he waited for the old ramp to lower. Content with the changeless metal plating, he went inside.
"Hey F4! I've got something for you... consider it an apology for the other night. I kinda flew off the handle at you and it wasn't fair of me."
F4 sat up from where he was tinkering with some slag and looked at his owner.
"MASTER! I was afraid you had been murdered by the locals in these parts."
"You were concerned for me? I must really be getting old to activate your damage avoidance systems to protect me...either way, I happened to come across this in my travels."
he produced the vocabulator from his pocket and presented it to the droid.
F4 looked at it for a moment before speaking.
"Master? You know this is a GG droid vocabulator, right? Everything I see or hear will be transmitted to Adascorp..."
"Not after I'm done with it. Hand it here, and I'll get right to work."
After several hours of code-chasing and soldering, the vocabulator was finished, and was guaranteed not to report any accurate details. In fact, he had rigged it to report that the droid was terminated and to erase it from file.
"THERE! Now to rig this in your head... F4, I know you have some difficulty trusting me after that last time, but I never could have known that cheapskate had put an R1 part in a R8 shell."
After the closest thing to a shrug a droid has ever achieved, F4 powered down to let Karbo go to work.
A half hour later, he had pulled the old vocabulator and personality matrix out and put the new one in. Of course, now that the part was totally removed from the head, he promptly found the stupid wire that was shorting out. Luckliy, the new matrix and vocabulator was smaller than the last one, so the rest of the parts were able to be spread out better.
"That should fix that overheating issue he was having..."
Closing up the access panel, and wiping some excess grease off his hands, he was done.
"Phewwww.....now to see how badly I messed him up..."
He pushed the power on switch, and after a few seconds, smoke began to come out where the excess solder was burning off. Finally, the eyes lit up, and the droid started to sit up.
A young, feminine voice poured out of the speakers.
"Master? I feel very different. Did everything go all right?"
Karbo did everything he could to not totally burst out laughing instantly.
"Umm....F4? I may have some startling news. You're now a "she."
"What do you mean? Wait....I'm accessing the history of the part. Lets see...It was part of a custom ordered lot of 8 droids for a Dern Fallrider who was using them to start a business. A club called "The Greasy Cargo Bay." Playing back some of the last recordings those droids made.
F4 Suddenly started gripping the sides of the chair.
"OH NO! THE IMAGES!! THE IMAGES!!! IT BURNS MY MEMORY CORES! WHO EVEN DOES THAT WITH A DROID!"
Full out laughing now, Karbo gets up and walks to the cockpit laughing the whole way, leaving F4 to the horrors of droid abuse...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 0:15:55 GMT -8
The a-wing slowly descended through the planet's atmosphere, before Fenrir cut power to the engines as the a-wing came in on approach to a hangar bay. The landing gear extended as the starfighter landed, before the cockpit opened up, allowing Fenrir to jump out and do a bit of a stretch after having been couped up in the starfighter the entire trip.
He then made his way out of the spaceport and headed through the city, heading towards a place one of his informants had told him about. A cantina known as Louie's Tavern. Although he had never heard of the place before, he trusted his informants information enough to check it out
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 0:52:53 GMT -8
Fenrir made his way through the streets of Mos Eisley back to the spaceport. His lead at the Tavern had turned out to be somthing of a dead end, although it had yielded a small lead in that Adrien might have been here. With that in mind, he might be able to bribe or beat the information out of the spaceport crew, if that failed, his next stop would be Nar Shaddaa. After all his research had indicated that the Draykon brother's had been well known smugglers, so the smugglers moon seemed like the next best bet
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Post by Zeeb on Jan 31, 2014 3:19:46 GMT -8
Zeeb, wrapped in an old cloak with nothing but her eyes showing, weaved through the crowded streets. Her 4 1/2 foot length, making it easy to see who carried their credits carelessly. 'It is going to be a good day.' She thought to her self. She spotted a place next to a building the was some what shaded and open to being taking. Leaning up against the wall, she started her sweep. she might be here for two days, if the crowds last this long. It didn't take long for her to spot her target, leaving her spot and following at a few paces behind, she kept her distance till the time was right. Noticing the pouch on his belt was not secure. 'His fault'. Few hearts beats later, that time had come. The target had stopped to talk to someone, she didn't listen to the conversation, but focused as she slowed her steps, she had one shot at this. not stopping, Zeeb used this 'gift', quickly but steady. Focusing on the contents in his pouch, she pulled with her core, her 'gift' did the rest. a few shinny objects flew to her. Zeeb caught them with ease and quickly made her way to another street. shed look at them later, her head hurt and she felt weak after that, she needed to rest before trying that again.
Zeeb made it to the outskirts of the city and sat under the shade of a wall, away from wondering eyes. sliding her hand into the pouch with her winnings she felt them and smiled..' soon, Zeeb, soon.' she whispered.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 18:39:41 GMT -8
*Sand and dust filled the air, clogging the eyes and lungs of those who ventured out into the streets. The intruding substance danced around a lone figure making his way down the crowded street. His tattered old cloak mimicked the color of the sand and kept his face hidden from prying eyes. Each of his steady footsteps caused another cloud of dust to rise into the air to join its comrades in assaulting all things living. The man moved through the crowd, a part of it yet and separate being. His mind was clear and focused, his purpose unshakeable.*
*Underneath his cloak was a set of custom made armor, dull and faded from years of use. His lightsabers, worn and well used as familiar to him as the back of his hands, hung at his hip. With a purpose as steady as time he made his way towards a warehouse at the edge of town. There he would find his prey, there he would inflict justice. He could feel what he was searching for long before he saw it. Smugglers, they were in the warehouse now within view. The warehouse itself sat at the edge of town, right where he was told it would be. He came to a stop at the edge of town next to a wall. Glancing to his right, he saw a small child sitting up against the wall, she was small with paint covering her face. She looked as if she hadn't had a good meal in days. Carver watched the child for a moment, his dark eyes and face cast in shadow from his cloak. He spoke in a low voice to the child*
"Not the best place to be child. Not in a few minutes anyway. I suggest you head my advise and find a safer place to rest."
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Post by Zeeb on Feb 1, 2014 0:47:41 GMT -8
*Sand and dust filled the air, clogging the eyes and lungs of those who ventured out into the streets. The intruding substance danced around a lone figure making his way down the crowded street. His tattered old cloak mimicked the color of the sand and kept his face hidden from prying eyes. Each of his steady footsteps caused another cloud of dust to rise into the air to join its comrades in assaulting all things living. The man moved through the crowd, a part of it yet and separate being. His mind was clear and focused, his purpose unshakeable.*
*Underneath his cloak was a set of custom made armor, dull and faded from years of use. His lightsabers, worn and well used as familiar to him as the back of his hands, hung at his hip. With a purpose as steady as time he made his way towards a warehouse at the edge of town. There he would find his prey, there he would inflict justice. He could feel what he was searching for long before he saw it. Smugglers, they were in the warehouse now within view. The warehouse itself sat at the edge of town, right where he was told it would be. He came to a stop at the edge of town next to a wall. Glancing to his right, he saw a small child sitting up against the wall, she was small with paint covering her face. She looked as if she hadn't had a good meal in days. Carver watched the child for a moment, his dark eyes and face cast in shadow from his cloak. He spoke in a low voice to the child*
"Not the best place to be child. Not in a few minutes anyway. I suggest you head my advise and find a safer place to rest."
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