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Post by Zeeb on Mar 23, 2014 22:17:54 GMT -8
Zeeb listened with the utmost attention. After, she stood thinking for a long time, she looked at Caver, her face solemn.
"So you made him suffer, and those that served him......" She took a deep breath before continuing. " I never thought of making one pay slowly over time. " She had a serious look. " Was it worth it?" Her voice almost had venom in it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 18:28:16 GMT -8
*Carver gave a small nod at what Zeeb said.* "I started from the bottom first, making him bleed. In the end it was easier for me to take him down. Hunting targets like these takes strategy and skill, not just brute force. You need to find the best ways to bring them down, be patient, an opertunity will reveal itself." *He thought for a moment when asked if what he did was worth it.* "I'm not sure if killing him was worth it in the end. When I enacted the final blow, I felt empty, not fulfilled. Hunting him down was my driving force in life. Maybe seeing what I had done to him through out the years was enough." *He looked back down at Zeeb.* "I had found a purpose, so maybe that was good enough." *Carver straightened his stance and gave his surroundings a quick glance.* "But that is the past. The question now, though, is if you're ready to start your training. Or do you have things to gather before we leave?"
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Post by Zeeb on Mar 24, 2014 23:39:54 GMT -8
Zeeb stood quietly listioning. Zeeb looked like she had another question, but upon being asked if she needed to grab her things she thought asking later would be better. " I have my hunting spear outside the city, it drew to many eyes. And I have a small chest load of credits." She spoke quietly. "If the credits will help, it will be a day walk there and back. If you dont think we need them I would like to have my spear tho. That wont take long for me to grab. Unless I can make another?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 18:14:43 GMT -8
*Carver gave a small chuckle.* "You can grab anything you wish. We can leave in the morning. In time though, you will make your own weapon. One that suits you and your fighting style. Whether it's a single handled blade, two handed or even a spear." *Carver folded his hands behind his back and gave a slight shrug.* "If you wish to bring what credits you have, it won't hurt. Being prepared for anything is a key to survival after all."
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Post by Zeeb on Mar 26, 2014 2:30:32 GMT -8
Zeeb gave a big grin at the opportunity to make a weapon, after he was done speaking it took all she had to keep still. " Then I'll meet you at the hanger gates at the first suns rise, if I'm late I probably ran into an anooba." She started to move on her way and looked back to finish. " If so then the second sun rise and Ill bring breakfast!" With that she sprinted a few feet and darted down an alleyway towards the outskirts.
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Post by Zeeb on Mar 27, 2014 20:47:28 GMT -8
Zeeb saw the glow in the horizon just as she began to enter the city. Slowing her pace she headed to the hanger. She carried a 5 ft spear, it was made out of a metal thin rod and on one end a deadly sharpened stone was tied with leather strips. From her hip, hung from her rope belt, a 2 foot bone that was smoothed into what looked like a small ladle. Re shouldering a small tattered bag, Zeeb turned down a back way, not at all wanting to be noticed. Glad she got to the city before it got busy, it made her way to the hanger a lot quicker.
The hanger had a few people walking in and out, leaning up then sliding down the side of the wall, the entrance to her right a few feet away. Taking a much needed break she brought out some dried meat. Figuring a bite while she waited.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 9:25:34 GMT -8
The dusty apartment had that air to it - you know, a certain ambiance of seediness and ruin - lent to it by the urine and blood stains on the ground, the creeping mold on the bare sheetrock walls, and the steady rain of dust set loose by too heavy foot step above. The apartment had only three rooms, the refresher, which looked something from a horror movie, the bedroom, which again, looked from a horror film, and the the main room, which was nothing more than a rickety wooden table surrounded by equally rickety chairs, illuminated by a single swinging lightbulb. It was under said light that Baylan currently sat, leaning back in one of said chairs, feet on the table, watching the gently swinging light shine its pale amber hues on the swirling dust. It was as atypical of a meeting place as one could get.
Shaking his head, Baylan reached down and pulled his pair of scissors from its carrying case on his thigh. He was dressed in his typical street clothes; black shoes, black pants, black high collared tunic, red spacers leather jacket - a heavy stun pistol on his left thigh, and his leather carrying case of barbers tools strapped to the same thigh as well. An Epicanthix, he looked like most humans - and a pale skinned sandy haired one at that - with the only tell tale feature that set him apart being the folds at the corner of his eyes, epicanthal folds, that lent to his ancestry. Not that he cared, he had never visited the homeworld, nor did he care to...though, unknown to Baylan, the Epicanthix genetics gave him peerless resistance to mind control and thought reading on part of force sensitives...something that gave him an edge (no pun intended) in his line of work.
Ah. His line of work. He lifted the scissors in his hand to the light, and admired the gleam on its surface. Dark Kriin wood handles, a solid silver frame, flex steel laminated cutting edges, and delicate plant-work filigree and details of vines and flowers (roses to be exact) decorating its entirety. The scissors were part of a set of three, a straight razor and pruning blade of identical make being the scissors brothers. They were antiques, tools of master barbers passed down the barbers of Sullust; priceless. They had a different job now...though they indeed still cut hair and groomed, they also had a higher purpose - to cull and kill worthy victims. They were killing tools now, and Baylan, Baylan the Barber, their director. Aye, a murderer he was, though by no means indiscriminate; he chose his victims through a very strict process. Albeit, the criteria of that process was...variable.
His purpose now though, was too gain entrance into Zorga the Hutt's palace slash compound. Inside, were two objectives...the first, the ship - a way off this miserable burning rock of sand and dust. The second, Luc Grayson, one of Zorga's managers...and someone doomed for a final haircut. It was incredibly hard gaining entrance to the palace however...gaining employ as a barber to a creature who didn't need that much grooming was impossible, and Baylan's marketable skills stopped pretty much there. But...he WAS clever. Thievery and larceny ran hand in hand with his grim profession - many was the time he had to direct or fool victims, or to go to extreme lengths to erase evidence...the break in was merely an extension of that particular skill. Albeit, to a level he hadn't attempted before. But the same principles applied...patience, stealth, grit...and the proper variables. In this case, the variables were a trio of sentients with unique skills. Needed skills.
Ah. But his identity as a murderer was undoubtedly secret...the lengths he had gone to were expansive...not to mention Belaversa and Bespin were someways off from this dustball. No, for all concerned this was just a heist...just a heist; and for Baylan, that's all it pretty much was for him as well...for now. Later, time would tell if it would present an opportunity otherwise. Sighing slightly, Baylan simply shook his head, his hands growing idle. A flick of the wrist sent the scissors flying open, his fingers catching on the handle briefly, before a deft flick of the fingers sent it flying closed...
Snick-snick...snick-snick...snick-snick...snick-snick...snick-snick...snick-snick...snick-snick...
And so he waited.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 17:27:52 GMT -8
Zeeb saw the glow in the horizon just as she began to enter the city. Slowing her pace she headed to the hanger. She carried a 5 ft spear, it was made out of a metal thin rod and on one end a deadly sharpened stone was tied with leather strips. From her hip, hung from her rope belt, a 2 foot bone that was smoothed into what looked like a small ladle. Re shouldering a small tattered bag, Zeeb turned down a back way, not at all wanting to be noticed. Glad she got to the city before it got busy, it made her way to the hanger a lot quicker. The hanger had a few people walking in and out, leaning up then sliding down the side of the wall, the entrance to her right a few feet away. Taking a much needed break she brought out some dried meat. Figuring a bite while she waited.
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Post by Zeeb on Mar 31, 2014 0:57:08 GMT -8
Zeeb stood as Carver approached, glancing over to the ship he had indicated she suddenly felt extremely small. She had seen ships just not so close.
Looking back to Carver, "Yes, I'm ready." Her eyes darted back at the bulbous vessel and its scorch marks, it was the image of the nexu that brought a smile across her face. " The creature looks like it is a great hunter, it matches your ship." She faced Carver resting her hand on the hilt of her knife. " I thank you for giving me this chance.... I will take your training to heart, and I will do my best to not disappoint you."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 18:20:25 GMT -8
*Carver gave a nod at Zeebs response.* "I'm sure you will do your best, and I'm not worried about you failing. The trials you have faced already are proof enough to me that you can take whatever is thrown at you." *He then looked up at the ship and the Nexu painted on it. Giving a slight chuckle he turned back to Zeeb.* "I guess it does match the ship, doesn't it."
*Carver then lead the way to the ship and up the boarding ramp. He entered the cockpit and sat down in the captains chair. Fastening himself into the seat, he ran through a couple more system checks before turning to the girl.* "Buckle yourself in. Things get a little rough on takeoff. Once we're in orbit, things will smooth out. It will also be colder, a lot colder then you're used to."
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Post by Zeeb on Apr 2, 2014 2:51:58 GMT -8
Following Caver, Zeeb stopped briefly at the ramp and turned her head back to try to catch a glimpse of what she called home. It might be a long time before she can come back, if she dues. Taking a deep breath she entered the ship, following. She couldn't help but look around in awe. "its so big...." She whispered. Realizing that was out loud, she pursed her lips together slightly embarrassed.
When entering the cockpit, she watched a little overwhelmed at all the controls. At his command she tucked her spear and gear under the seat she chose. copying Carver with the belts of the seat, she managed to get them clasped, after a moment of awkwardness. Her feet barely touched the floor, tucking them under her in in a folded style, she felt better for not knowing really what to expect.
Glancing sideways at Carver when he mentioned it will be cold, "Did..did you need your cloak back?" She joked with, both nervousness and excitement.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 17:46:18 GMT -8
*Carver gave a low chuckle.* "Nah, you keep it. I'm used to the cold now." *With that said, he began to bring the ships engines up to power. The engines let out a loud whine before turning into a mighty roar. Slowly the ship lifted off the ground and out of the hangar. Carver aimed the ship skywards, and let the rocket towards orbit.*
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Post by Zeeb on Apr 6, 2014 1:59:50 GMT -8
At the start of the engines Zeeb's hands flew to the arm rests in a white knuckled grip. She felt like she was in the belly of a tremendous beast with the engines roaring and the vibrations of the ships thrusters. Watching, wide eyed, as the city dropped below them she was captivated. Feeling flutters in her stomach at the sensation of being lifted in the air, a wide grin crossed her face. As the ship blasted toward the sky Zeeb couldn't control the giggle that escaped.
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Post by The Holy Man on Apr 10, 2014 10:41:13 GMT -8
Damnit. Why did I think this was such a good idea? Go to the big ball of sand that has two kriffing suns. That's exactly the place I should go, considering how much I hate the heat. But hey, it was better than Mustafar.
As I stepped out into the street, the sand compacted beneath my boots. My brow instantly broke out in a sweat from the mid-day sun. I raised my right hand over my good eye as I walked out into the middle of the street, placing the sun to my back as I turned back towards the door. I flexed my feet, digging a bit into the sand as I waited for the man from the bar to join me.
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Post by The Holy Man on May 13, 2014 10:46:35 GMT -8
Well, I guess he wasn't coming. That was a shame. There was even a crowd gathering to watch, but I suppose they were going to be as disappointed as I was. I was really looking forward to a fight.
Oh well. So this excursion didn't work out. It put a damper in my plans, but I'm not easily discouraged.
I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to gather myself. I could feel something around me, but I dismissed it as the tension that was building for the fight. I opened my eyes again and turned to walk away from the scene... But I didn't make it far. Standing in front of me now were three men with their blasters drawn.
Well, well. Looks like our spotters were right. A high-value bounty right here on our streets.
I looked at him narrowly for a moment, taking stock of the three men in front of me and the weapons they were holding. It would be easy enough to dispatch them, but something didn't feel quite right. I looked back up at the leader.
You've got the wrong man, I'm afraid. I was just here for a drink.
Hah, don't think you're getting out of this that easily. Boys!
That's why it didn't feel right. The crowd that gathered to watch the original fight wasn't just curious bystanders and bar patrons. All at once, over a dozen other men stepped forward, revealing a myriad of weapons. I took a step back from the leader as they all enclosed around me, circling me in in the center of the street.
As those people began stepping forward, the other people who had been watching began scattering and running from the danger. After a few moments, I began turning on the spot, taking being mindful of the people and their weapons. From the looks of things, nine of them had blasters, which left eleven with knives, batons, or longer swords. I turned back to the Leader as he was putting away his blaster and pulling out a telescoping staff. He looked at me with a large, menacing grin on his face.
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Post by Panno on May 14, 2014 18:01:46 GMT -8
The heat was truly unbearable, how the native tuskins or Jawas managed to wear such clothing was a miriacal of itself. Feeling the grains of sand sting his face as a wind swept out of no where the Imperial Knight looked around. As the other people from his shuttle rushed off to go engage in whatever business they had come here for he just stood there. Already a bead of sweat was making it back and he had only taken a few steps from the shuttle. Looking left then right he walked with the crowd, not fitting in but getting caught in that pack mentality. Following a leaderless pack.
Eventually though he came across a man outside a bar. Or rather a group of them, all surrounding a single guy. Not usually one to step into the line of sight; stick to the shadows and dont rock the boat was his theory. Something said to him that he should maybe stop here and watch. Help out if needed, this was an old man after all surrounded by what looked like 20 men all armed. Smiling he leaned back against a sand packed wall, lifting his armoured finger he tried to scratch out a little sand that got into his ear. He had only been here for 20 minutes and it had gotten into every chink of his armour penetrating all orifices.
His yellow tinted eyes tried to get the attention of the old man and would nod at him if he caught his attention while also flashing the Imperial insignia on his left gauntlet. Although it was archaic, indicating the Fel Dynasty and not the current iteration it would be enough to get the point across. He could help if it was needed.
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Post by X on May 14, 2014 20:07:20 GMT -8
Ashur casually strolled through the crowded city streets as he attempted to find a place to settle in for awhile. It had taken him about half a day's ride by speeder bike to reach the city, and by the time he had arrived it was already night. Ashur stopped walking briefly and looked over the surrounding area, he realized that this was the first time in many years that he had returned to Mos Eisley. This was rather odd considering Mos Eisley was perhaps the city he most frequented. As he continued walking, he noticed a pair of off-worlders being swindled out of their money by a local junk dealer. "Some things never change. Oh well, that's Tatooine for you." He said as he made his way to Louie's Cantina.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on May 16, 2014 17:47:28 GMT -8
Well, I guess he wasn't coming. That was a shame. There was even a crowd gathering to watch, but I suppose they were going to be as disappointed as I was. I was really looking forward to a fight.
Oh well. So this excursion didn't work out. It put a damper in my plans, but I'm not easily discouraged.
I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to gather myself. I could feel something around me, but I dismissed it as the tension that was building for the fight. I opened my eyes again and turned to walk away from the scene... But I didn't make it far. Standing in front of me now were three men with their blasters drawn.Well, well. Looks like our spotters were right. A high-value bounty right here on our streets.I looked at him narrowly for a moment, taking stock of the three men in front of me and the weapons they were holding. It would be easy enough to dispatch them, but something didn't feel quite right. I looked back up at the leader.You've got the wrong man, I'm afraid. I was just here for a drink. Hah, don't think you're getting out of this that easily. Boys!That's why it didn't feel right. The crowd that gathered to watch the original fight wasn't just curious bystanders and bar patrons. All at once, over a dozen other men stepped forward, revealing a myriad of weapons. I took a step back from the leader as they all enclosed around me, circling me in in the center of the street.
As those people began stepping forward, the other people who had been watching began scattering and running from the danger. After a few moments, I began turning on the spot, taking being mindful of the people and their weapons. From the looks of things, nine of them had blasters, which left eleven with knives, batons, or longer swords. I turned back to the Leader as he was putting away his blaster and pulling out a telescoping staff. He looked at me with a large, menacing grin on his face.
"So, I took too long, huh? Had to go and pick another fight?" Jud said, before looking around whimsically from under his hood. "I meant fights..." He smirked as he began to think he knew this man, there was something about this off-worlder's bravado that struck a cord with him, as if he had witnessed this situation before.
"I'd stay out of this tavern-rat, if you know what's good fer ya." Exclaimed, what could be called the lead of the band, as he and his fellows tightened the noose inch by sweaty inch towards their bounty.
"I've never known what's good for me..." Jud answered, as he entered the closing circle to stand side by side with the stranger. "So, we'll call this the warm up, huh?" |
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Post by X on May 19, 2014 23:54:12 GMT -8
As the day turned once again to night, the people of Mos Eisley continued their business. Some returned home after a hard day's work, others took to the streets to indulge themselves or others in whatever the vibrant city's nightlife had to offer. Ashur took note of this with passing interest before finding finding himself sitting atop a tower somewhere on the edge of the city. In truth, the former Sith had no clue how he intended up here, and nor did he care. The view was splendid, and the cool breeze of Tatooine's night air made it all the better. The slender man leaned backwards on his right arm as he stared off into the darkness of the desert, becoming lost in thought.
"Where do I go from here?" He wondered. Ashur found himself facing the realization that he had no real idea what to do with himself now. His importance had clearly faded into the winds long ago. He was no longer this planet's caretaker or even a prominent resident for that matter. Ashur sighed slightly, what was he to do? Sure, he could continue working his different projects here on Tatooine, but why? What was the point? None of them had any real importance to anyone other than himself, so why bother with them at all?
A few minutes passed by as Ashur continued to ponder this. However, before long a wicked smile grew upon his face. He had an idea, and by no means was it a nice one. A few moments later, the smile disappeared from his face as a strong wind blew in from the desert, blowing Ashur's long hair about as it made its way past his body. "It seems that a storm is coming." He said as he got up and made his way to the edge of the tower. Without another moment's hesitation, Ashur jumped off of the edge and landed on the roof of a building nearby, avoiding injury by using the Force to slow his fall. Dusting himself off, the slender man made his descent to the streets below and joined the crowd once again.
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Post by The Holy Man on May 20, 2014 10:21:20 GMT -8
Well, I guess he wasn't coming. That was a shame. There was even a crowd gathering to watch, but I suppose they were going to be as disappointed as I was. I was really looking forward to a fight.
Oh well. So this excursion didn't work out. It put a damper in my plans, but I'm not easily discouraged.
I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to gather myself. I could feel something around me, but I dismissed it as the tension that was building for the fight. I opened my eyes again and turned to walk away from the scene... But I didn't make it far. Standing in front of me now were three men with their blasters drawn.Well, well. Looks like our spotters were right. A high-value bounty right here on our streets.I looked at him narrowly for a moment, taking stock of the three men in front of me and the weapons they were holding. It would be easy enough to dispatch them, but something didn't feel quite right. I looked back up at the leader.You've got the wrong man, I'm afraid. I was just here for a drink. Hah, don't think you're getting out of this that easily. Boys!That's why it didn't feel right. The crowd that gathered to watch the original fight wasn't just curious bystanders and bar patrons. All at once, over a dozen other men stepped forward, revealing a myriad of weapons. I took a step back from the leader as they all enclosed around me, circling me in in the center of the street.
As those people began stepping forward, the other people who had been watching began scattering and running from the danger. After a few moments, I began turning on the spot, taking being mindful of the people and their weapons. From the looks of things, nine of them had blasters, which left eleven with knives, batons, or longer swords. I turned back to the Leader as he was putting away his blaster and pulling out a telescoping staff. He looked at me with a large, menacing grin on his face.
"So, I took too long, huh? Had to go and pick another fight?" Jud said, before looking around whimsically from under his hood. "I meant fights..." He smirked as he began to think he knew this man, there was something about this off-worlder's bravado that struck a cord with him, as if he had witnessed this situation before.
"I'd stay out of this tavern-rat, if you know what's good fer ya." Exclaimed, what could be called the lead of the band, as he and his fellows tightened the noose inch by sweaty inch towards their bounty.
"I've never known what's good for me..." Jud answered, as he entered the closing circle to stand side by side with the stranger. "So, we'll call this the warm up, huh?" What do you say, ten for you, ten for me? I kept my eyes on the leader of the gang, counting those nearest to him in the circle. It looked like my ten would be four blasters, three knives, two batons, and the leader with his staff. I reminded myself that my hands were both empty, and even though I could fight bare-handed, I'd rather not. So why not make use of the new ally I just received.I don't suppose you've got a spare lightsaber... |
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