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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:11:42 GMT -8
*The History is Currently Unknown*
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Post by X on May 6, 2013 16:01:31 GMT -8
* Years pass, seasons go by unchanging. Tatooine is the same as it has been for as long as anyone can remember, a scorching hot dust ball of a planet. Yes, it would seem that Tatooine never really changes, never really dies. Yet, it always dies and always changes in some way, shape, or form.
It is in many ways like the shadowed figure standing here in this forgotten hideaway, never changing, yet always changing. The man once known as Itachi X stands in the throne room of his for now darkened home, long forgotten and inaccessible to all but those who already know the way. This man who now goes by Carmine, steps into the light shining through the window revealing a form much younger than is actually true. Years of cryo-stasis and soul transference to cloned bodies have helped him achieve this, though it has at times proven to be quite taxing. *
Carmine leaves the window and returns to his throne where he remains lost in thought for a few moments before being interrupted by the sudden projection of hologram from his datapad which lay resting on a nearby table. The hologram projection was that of an attractive young woman wearing a kimono who appeared to be giving Carmine the middle finger.
"Must you annoy me when I'm trying to relax?"
*The young woman, who is actually an AI, gave a laugh and lowered her hand before replying with a smile.*
=Kiko=
"Of course! It's always so much fun to disturb you when your preoccupied! ESPECIALLY when you're trying to relax. Plus, I never get tired of the look you get on your face when I do."
*Carmine, who's expression up to this point had given reason to believe he was annoyed, suddenly smiled.*
"Yes I suppose you don't. Anyway, I'm assuming you had something to tell me, or were you just trying to get your kicks?"
*Kiko rolls her eyes and gives a sigh.*
=kiko=
"You're no fun, always right to business! But yes, I wanted to tell you that I've updated the compound's security software and that I've also run system checks on everything. All systems are completely operational so this place should be pretty safe while you're away. However, it's not like you have anything to really worry about, I'll only a part of myself will be with you while you're gone, the rest will remain here to keep everything running smoothly."
*Kiko gives another sigh and shakes her head.*
"I still don't see why you're leaving. You said it yourself, every time you ventured out in the past the planet always seemed the same. PLUS, you also said that all your former comrades were either dead or MIA, so it's not like you'll have and friends to go and visit or anything."
*By this time Carmine was walking with the datapad to his room as Kiko was talking. Once there he started gathering together supplies in a small bag before opening a chest near his bed. From the chest he removed his old lightsaber and WESTAR-34 blaster pistols along with their holsters. Once equipped, he opens a nearby wardrobe and removes a dark cloak which appeared quite tattered.*
"I just need to see what has become of this world in my absence. It's true that things may be the same, but I suppose that even if that's the case it'll still be good to just get out for a change."
*Carmine puts the cloak on and slings the bag over his shoulder before leaving the room. Kiko shifts her head and gives a puzzled look.*
=Kiko=
"Carmine, sometimes I just don't get you. You humans...well, ALL living things for that matter just confuse me."
*Kiko chuckles as Carmine continues walking downstairs with the datapad still in hand. Suddenly he stops just short of the front door and speaks.*
"Kiko, perhaps you should talk to me through my communicator, walking around with this datapad all the time will grow quite tiresome. Besides, it would probably draw attention, something I don't want.'
=Kiko=
"Fine, fine, just be sure to actually reply when I try to talk to you this time around."
*Carmine nods as Kiko's form starts to flicker before disappearing altogether from the datapad. Carmine puts the datapad away in his bag and then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small device which he places in his ear. By this point, Carmine has just exited his home and finds himself staring at the mass of rubble still blocking entry into the small, enclosed courtyard which lay in front of the complex. Again he found himself lost in thought before the front door to his home shut and locked itself, effectively breaking Carmine's line of concentration. He continued on his way through a dark doorway which was on the building opposite of the front of his home and nearest to the mass of rubble. This doorway lead to a network of tunnels underneath Anchorhead which at some point lead to a small elevator leading up to an old shack on the outskirts of the city.
As Carmine continued downward, he started to whistle a small tune to himself.*
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Post by X on May 7, 2013 18:58:14 GMT -8
*Several hours after Carmine emerged from the tunnels beneath Anchorhead, he found himself wandering around the city. As he walked he made note of several new establishments (most of which were taverns) and the fact that much of the damage caused by the bombing raid several years ago had mostly been repaired. He wandered in and out of small shops and occasionally wandered around back alleys, a few times this led to rather humorous run-ins with local thugs who thought it a good idea to try and mug him......they were wrong. Eventually Carmine wandered down an alley that led to one of the buildings connected to his home when Kiko finally spoke up through his communicator.*
=Kiko=
"Hey Carmine, what's the deal? Are you returning home already?"
*Carmine didn't speak immediately, but instead looked at the large metal door on the front of the building which lay ahead of him. He stood there only a moment before looking at stone in the wall next to the door that looked oddly out of place. He walked up to it and immediately removed it from the wall, revealing a hand print scanner. Carmine placed his hand on the scanner and listened as the device buzzed to life before a voice spoke up over a hidden intercom.*
=Intercom=
"Access granted, welcome back Lord Carmine."
*The voice was of course just a programmed response for whenever Carmine or any person with authorized access was cleared for entry. Suddenly, the large metal door began opening, making quite a loud sound in the process and afterward revealed a garage with a multitude of tools and spare parts scattered about. However, Carmine's attention was on a large object in the center of the room that was covered with a white sheet. Immediately Carmine walked over to it and threw the sheet off, revealing his old BARC speeder. Finally after running his hand across it, Carmine replied to Kiko's earlier question.*
"No, I only came back for my speeder bike. There is a place I'd very much like to visit and it is by no means within walking distance."
=Kiko=
"It took you long enough to reply, I'm hoping it won't be this way all the time. Still though, at least you ARE replying....anyway, where is it you intend to go?"
*Carmine by this point was sitting on the speeder bike starting it up when he paused for a moment to think.*
"My old home, Jabba's Palace."
=Kiko=
"WHAT?! I thought the Phoenix Imperium placed a new Hutt in charge of that place after you were thrown out!? Do you have a death wish or something??"
*Carmine smiled for a moment before speeding out of the garage. He thought for a moment back to when he was forced to evacuate his beloved palace when the Nightsisters and the PI had invaded, not a happy time for him. Still, he had to see the place, he needed to be sure of something.*
"I just need to check something out, and you should know that I of all people don't fear death. It simply doesn't suit me, I cannot die because I refuse to die."
=Kiko=
"A bit arrogant aren't we? Wait, I'm sorry, I forgot who I was talking to."
*Carmine chuckled for a moment before replying.*
"Yes, you certainly do seem to forget that quite often don't you?"
*Had Kiko been in her hologram form she would have merely rolled her eyes, but in this case she simply didn't respond. With their conversation concluded, Carmine continues to speed off out of the city and into the desert toward Jabba's Palace.*
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Post by Y'kkara Gali on May 28, 2013 18:06:41 GMT -8
"So you need a ride to Utapau, eh?" She eyed the young man with more than a hint of interest in her eyes, even while trying to conduct this particular business transaction.
Nodding the man replied, "Covertly, if you're able to manage it."
Rubbing out a crease in in her green velvet sleeve, she said casually, "I can manage a great many things while flying. Provided the fee is adequate." Though her manner was casual, she added a certain suggestive influence to her words, using the Luck, to drive home what she was trying to suggest.
And she knew her words had found their mark when a sly smile crossed the man's lips. "Fifteen then?" He rubbed his hands together, as if he'd just gotten a better deal than he'd hoped for. She could feel it in his Luck.
Tilting her head, she smiled at him and said, "Thirty k, sweetie, or you're sleeping in the cold airlock." She kept no malice in her voice, but the implications were clear - my fee or you're going to wish you never met me. Of course, she already knew how it was going to happen, just as it happened so many times before. He wouldn't decline, and she would have her credits - and so much more.
After a moment's pause, the sour look on the man's face belying the fact that his mind was already made up, he finally acquiesced. "Agreed," he looked at her. "But, Sumira, I expect to have a warm bed for your fee." His sly smile returned as he pulled out a datapad to begin the transaction.
Typical man, she smiled to herself. It was always her ace in the hole. "You'll find my accommodations to be very warm indeed," she answered as she smiled, allowing her own desire for him to show in her eyes. And yes, she did desire this man, that much was true, but not for the same reason as he assumed. He possessed a soup of significant power, nothing suggesting a dangerous threat, but a rather strong soup nonetheless.
It was now only a matter of time...
She was cleared to leave, and after they broke orbit, she would head towards Utapau alright, making sure she had a nice meal during the trip. On the menu - soup.
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Post by Kashk on Jun 19, 2013 17:22:15 GMT -8
Kashk exited the transport. Using some of the credits from the chip to pay for it. Staed... Now where to find Staed... Kashk began walking, looking for for Staed...
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Post by Kashk on Jun 20, 2013 9:23:37 GMT -8
Kashk found himself wondering toward Tosche Station. Surely he cound find whom or what he was looking for there. Kashk quickly checked his weapons, never know when you might need them...
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Post by Benjamin Jinn on Sept 9, 2013 7:20:30 GMT -8
Ben flies toward Anchorhead and hides his speeder bike in a dune just outside of town then walks in and starts looking for Staed while heading towards the Station
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Post by Staed on Sept 9, 2013 8:07:26 GMT -8
It was a day like any day on Tatooine. The suns were high, and the city was awash with dry arid air and the shimmering heat hazes of midday. Staed sat at one of his favorite vender's in Anchorhead's market district; not too far form Toshe Station. It was one of the Jawa's favorite stalls, a bantha noodle place called: The Floppy Noodle. Staed had ordered his usual bowl of the piping hot soup of long flat noodles, assorted moister-farmed greens and bantha pieces with a refreshing glass of blue milk. As he waited for this lunch to arrive, Staed pulled out a data-slate and started to look over the "orders" had had on his to-do list.
Spice smuggling and trafficking was at an all time high, and Staed gave the thought a smile. He'd been making out like a bandit these past few months since the Exchange moved in; taking most of the drug trade and organized crime around the planet as theirs and theirs alone. The Jawa didn't mind or have an opinion really about the somewhat aggressive take over/ He'd rather work of a group that payed well and didn't try to kill him, then some of the lesser street gangs. Who always seemed to want to have their cake and eat it too. No sooner had Staed finished looking over his orders for the day, that his massive bowl of soup arrived.
The Jawa let out an "Untinni" and immediately dug into the food without so much as a pause. Jawas weren't known for their table manners.
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Post by Benjamin Jinn on Sept 9, 2013 8:49:32 GMT -8
as Ben was getting close he felt something, like a sixth sense, telling him to look around he saw a few repair shops, some stores, a couple homes and a noodle shop and seeing a Jawa, and knowing his target was a Jawa he walks up to the Jawa and asks unknowingly of his target "im looking for Staed do you know where he is?"
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Post by Staed on Sept 9, 2013 9:11:23 GMT -8
Staed had just about finished his bowel of bantha noodles when a large shadow descended upon him from behind. It was an ominous feeling, having his back to the twin suns, and seeing a giant's shadow cast over him like a veil.
Came a male voice, and Staed froze for a moment. Why would anyone be looking for him here? He wasn't supposed to meet any of his contacts till later, and they were going to be in Louie's. He had to actually get on a shuttle soon. With an idea in mind, the Jawa turned around to see an armored figure. Even with the man eclipsing the suns, Staed still had to bring his hand up to shield his eyes.
"Ta batta nuba ta, Staed?" Staed said in Jawanese, hoping that the man would understand with his inflection that he was asking who Staed was, and also that he only spoke Jawanese.
In fact, Staed did actually only speak Jawanese, and he didn't have his translator droid with him at the moment. even with it he'd sure as the sarlacc wouldn't be telling this armored man who he was, nothing good would surely come out of it.
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Post by Benjamin Jinn on Sept 9, 2013 9:16:48 GMT -8
"Ah good i found you this was easier then i thought. If you'd kindly surrender yourself into my possession i can get you to where you must go." Ben says as the Force tells him that the Jawa lied and placing his right hand behind his back to he pull out a small stunner from a compartment on his back made specifically for this item.
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Post by Staed on Sept 9, 2013 21:47:43 GMT -8
Staed didn't even let the armored man finish his sentence before leaping over the counter and disappearing into the sea of stalls. Being a Jawa had it's advantages. The first was size, the second was evasion, and the third was putting the two together. Staed didn't panic for long, stopping his run and blending in with the midday crowds, making sure to keep with the flow of bodies that carried away from the armored man. He made sure to glance back every now and then through the moving sea of legs, knowing the armored man was still scratching his head.
Staed took the data-slate out of his satchel, and started to type code into it frantically. within seconds dozens of protocol droids filled the market's main avenue. They were normally employed to clean up the market after hours, but they seemed to be starting their tasks now. Staed grinned under his hood as he ducked down an alleyway. The confusion and disarray in the main thoroughfare wouldn't allow the man to catch up... well, not anytime soon.
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Post by Benjamin Jinn on Sept 10, 2013 5:13:11 GMT -8
Ben smiles with glee then, using the force, keeps track of the little Jawa so that he can follow him from quite a ways back while slowly working his way through the streets watching to see where the Jawa goes.
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Post by Nux on Sept 17, 2013 12:01:36 GMT -8
She stepped off the transport and tasted the air. Home. It had been the better part of -- gods! -- seven years? Yes, seven years since her people had been slaughtered, and she had been sold into slavery. There was much the girl wanted to do, but one need outweighed all others: survival. She needed to secure her next job. Stepping away from the docking bay and into the dusty streets of Anchorhead, she looked for, and quickly found what she was after: a public Holonet cafe. She paid the Farghul keeper a handful of credits and logged on.
There it was. Just as Miirak had said.
And so. Now she just needed a transport to Tython... wherever in the 'verse that was...
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Post by Bloodshot on Sept 17, 2013 12:32:42 GMT -8
The datapad in front of him pinged as the hack he'd placed in the cafe's holonet link alerted it to the fact that the bounty board had been accessed. Reaching forward to pick it up in his armored hand, he scrolled through the recent activity and smiled beneath his mask. Only one bounty had been accessed, so it wasn't just an amateur perusing the pickings. This hunter had a specific target and just needed the details, and it was that same target he himself was after. Ordinarily he'd have been long gone by now, tracking the mark on his own, but even with information as sparse as it was, the bounty posting had told him several things about his quarry. First, he's a frakking forcie. No random hermit would get a bounty that high posted on him unless he was overwhelmingly spectacular in some regard. The warning at the end leads to the same conclusion. Second, I know where not to look. He's a wanderer, so he's not likely to retrace his steps and return to a planet he's visited before. Not unless outside factors intervene. Third, if he's as dangerous and wily as all this implies, going in with backup wouldn't be a bad plan.
And so here he sat, beneath a shadowy awning across the street from the holonet cafe with the easiest access from the spaceport, waiting for a stranger that had finally arrived. Guess I might as well get this over with. He hit "erase" on the datapad's hard drive, then stood and tossed it in the trash before starting across the street. He'd made sure that none of this could be tied back to him. No fingerprints, no DNA, no security cams. Not in a place like this. It was why Tatooine was the perfect place for those like himself.
So tell me. You ever hunted a mystic before?
The voice came from behind the girl, sounding filtered and possibly synthesized as it grated through his mask's systems. She certainly doesn't look like much. But then, the most dangerous ones very rarely do.
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Post by Nux on Sept 17, 2013 13:01:26 GMT -8
The word sounded made-up. It was not one she had ever uttered before. 'Mystic.' She rolled the letters around on her tongue for a second, testing them, trying them on as if checking the fit. Nux turned to face the man who had spoken: armored, tough. A man of means. Her eyes mere slits, she replied. Her voice - soft, halting, barely above a whisper - and the words she spoke couldn't have been more disparate.
"I lift wizard on my steel in the cages." Her tone was even, matter-of-fact. "He died badly."
She touched the hilt of her Rykk blade to punctuate her reply and then severed the link on the datapad, retrieving a small scrambler from a port on the 'pad. Her piercing blue eyes studied him unabashedly for several seconds, then she rose to depart.
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Post by Bloodshot on Sept 17, 2013 13:25:26 GMT -8
An arena fighter then. Good enough for me. If nothing else, she'll be a decent distraction. He watched her eye him then turn and take a few steps before he spoke again. She pays attention. That'll be useful too.
Close enough. You look like you could use a ride, and I've got a ship. I'll even split the bounty. Equal shares.
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Post by Nux on Sept 19, 2013 5:38:24 GMT -8
Nux thought about it. It was very convenient, this man appearing, chasing the same prey, offering his ship. She had no better offer, and the public boards offworld showed no transport headed to Tython in over a week. This was the best offer she was going to get. And the man looked as though he could handle himself. Might be useful.
And you, have you hunted a wizard, masked man?
She walked out of the business pod, into open air, but not as though she were leaving him behind. She walked with him. Answer given.
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Post by Bloodshot on Sept 24, 2013 9:41:05 GMT -8
Heh. It was a dry, humorless chuckle, one that carried more bitterness than any chuckle had a right to, and the mercenary started off after the girl, his long, unhurried strides nonetheless quickly catching him up to her.
I've hunted and killed more wizards than the years you've lived.
What was the actual number anyway? Dozens? Hundreds? Hard to keep track with so many lifetimes dancing around in your head. Whatever the number is, it's more than enough to know what I'm doing.Not all the kills were his own of course, not even most of them, but he still had the memories, and as far as he was concerned, that made them his as much as if his finger had pulled the trigger. He'd tried rejecting the notion at first, but the competing remembrances had nearly driven him mad. The only way to deal with it had been to accept them as his own and forfeit his individuality to the greater entity of collective memories known as Bloodshot. It's what I signed up for, after all.
Come on, my ship's this way and I don't want to waste time. With a bounty this big, we won't be the only ones after it. Likely not the first either.
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Oct 13, 2013 9:34:25 GMT -8
A Miy'til starfighter came down from the sky, doing barrel rolls as if to avoid oncoming fire from behind, though there was none. The rotational speed increased, almost making the ship into a spinning blur. And just as the ground below endangered it, the ship leveled out, stopping its spin and flying straight to the spaceport. Alarms about hull stress went off, but the astromech droid piloting the starfighter squelched them all, knowing that the ship could handle a little stress and more. The meat-bag occupant, however, definitely could not handle the high speed as the cockpit opened and the top-knot haired, jabbering, three foot seven tall Cassel Lockpick fell out.*
*Cassel climbed to his feet, and immediately fell again. The world was spinning, it was hot, and he felt sand on his cheek. He lifted his head up to the sky and watched the four suns turn to three, then to two, and then stay there. He blinked a few time just to make sure he wasn't still suffering from dizzy vision and looked around. Nope, this definitely was Tatooine. This was either the fourth or seventeenth time he had come here. Either way he still enjoyed the desert world. It reminded him of the deserts of his homeworld. He looked to the astromech still in the starfighter.
"I told you I wouldn't throw up! Stomach of cast iron! It was only three loops around the planet! Puh-lease! I could handle ten! TEN I TELL YOU!"
Raising a finger in the air to increase the theatrics of the line, Cassel then scratched his head and pulled stapled together group of papers. On the front of the booklet was the word "SCRIPT," in large bold print. He flipped through several parts of the booklet before putting it back into a pouch and jumping to his feet. With a wide smile on his face, as always, Cassel ran to his starfighter and grabbed a small handheld machine of some type. He then ran off out into the city, eyes brighter than the twin suns, and looking for mischief, though not intentionally of course. That would be completely out of character.
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