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Post by Staed on Feb 26, 2014 13:23:25 GMT -8
Staed just nodded. " Sosoka." He managed with a shrug before continuing down the conduit passage. " Utt'a cho... yaaa, dyo'kisewa no'ko h'boba. Ch'cha pi oobanota." Sorry. But we have... ummm, 50 meters to go. It will open up soon enough, for someone your size.Staed turned back to Kar with a grin. " Cho chuta bumba no'otato shalar revee'da mand'tao..." A docked Mandalorian Shaadlar-type troopship...
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 26, 2014 14:45:05 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh followed Staed through the underbelly of the spaceport, huffing a bit as he tried to keep up. He stopped when the Jawa stopped to turn back to him, telling him the ship was Mandalorian.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Mandalorian? Surely a good ship then. They usually have a knack for making good ships, from what I've heard about their history in wars."
Kar'Orzh continued moving, until, as Staed had said, the passageway began to open up a bit, and he could stop crouching.
=Kar'Orzh=
"So what is the plan? Sneak on and hope no one sees a Jawa and a Tusken in a cloak taking a ship?"
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Post by Staed on Feb 26, 2014 19:42:52 GMT -8
The Jawa shook his head "yes" to Kar's question of the ship being Mandalorian, as he stopped in front of a hatchway.
"Cho'reeve uba keezbo'boomba. Mand'tao ub es'ubaa kiinin."
Excellent ships, with many guns. The Mandalorians are very good at killing.
Stead answered, as he took a small device out of one of the sacks hanging off him. It looked like a cross between a remote and a tazer, with a digital display on the front of it. The Jawa placed it over the hatches' control panel and flipped a switch. The device hummed, the digital display flickering odd symbols in rapid secession just before the hatch mechanism popped. Staed unlatched the device, stowing it away with care and pushed the hatch open further, before stepping out into an open area. He went out of sight for a moment, before returning to Kar's line of sight. He was waving the Tusken to follow.
"Ho'chatta es no'batta go'kiin, e'so reeve kas obbabon ko'enso. Ik'so usuuto no'cha, ehn o'ikee'o gog'unya cho toocha."
The plan is to not get caught, but this ship has been abandoned for years. It's been sitting here, and no ones dared touch it.
After saying what he'd said, the Jawa shook his head as if he'd said something wrong, or if the droid had translated something wrong.
"U'cha, o bah'nista. Ike'no kuraz'hoba eti cho'she Mand'tao gogon hunoch'ta...Uk'ya so'cherak bobanda ootu greuyn'ho choo."
Well, to be honest. I've been tinkering with it since the Mandalorians left unexpectedly... They actually left a lot of great things behind.
Staed shrugged, not understanding why they'd leave so many beautiful ships and equipment behind.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 26, 2014 20:23:09 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh watched as Staed worked, and listened to his surroundings, as well as the Jawa himself. He briefly recalled news of an influx of Mandalorians on Tatooine a few years ago, but it had never been of consequence to the R'Crurak. They were gone now, and if Staed was telling the truth when he said they had left a lot of equipment behind, it could be an interesting way of getting equipment.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Of course you would be the only one messing with things no one else would touch."
Kar'Orzh followed Staed up the hatch.
=Kar'Orzh=
"What else did they leave behind?"
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Post by Staed on Feb 28, 2014 8:02:54 GMT -8
Staed had scampered off again, ahead of Kar. The area they had come out into some kind of underground bunker or warehouse. It was dank and dim, only a few of the lume-sticks glowing along the walks. The rest either were shattered or flickered uncontrollably giving Kar snap shots of crates and piles of mechanics, before the dark space reclaimed them in its eeriness.
When Staed returned, he'd redrawn his E-11 and it seemed to give out a low almost inaudible hum. A Light on the side of the weapons blinked, and that meant it was probability armed and ready to blast anything now. The Jawa motioned for the Tusken to follow again, making sure to stay just ahead of Kar, so they wouldn't lose each other in between the sporadic flashes of illumination.
"Ooba ton'dota..." The Jawa answered at a whisper, his translating droid following suit.
Many things...
Just up ahead, in the near distance the muffled sound of voices started to echo their way. It was obvious that was what Staed had done. He'd scouted ahead knowing that there might be others in this dark place with them. Staed's hood head turned to Kar, his yellow eyes peering up into the Tuskens.
"Uke'ka cho chusa non'titu. Bo Xchig'akka bamba'chgo, uke'l unnit chossi er."
We most be quiet from now on. Those are muscle hired by the Exchange, they're not very nice people.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 1, 2014 12:50:48 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh continued to follow Staed, but lost sight of him when he suddenly took of. He stopped, and whispered out into the darkness, penetrated only by flashes of lights.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Staed?!"
The Jawa reappeared like a small specter in the flashes. Kar exhaled in relief and followed Staed once more. He whispered to Staed as he walked behind him.
=Kar'Orzh=
"I thought you said it was abandoned? Why are there guards? Not very abandoned gear."
Kar'Orzh hoped his creaky knees would not give away their position. He was confident he could take a few Outsider guards in a fight, but all he had was a knife, tipped with poison. He had left behind his Cycler rifle and gaderffii, the two things that would easy blow his cover to Outsiders.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Who are these Exchange people?"
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Post by Staed on Mar 2, 2014 8:18:27 GMT -8
"Ooohba, nocoo ho'banon dega jo'jaka. To'cha gokko'ba oogh'ta cho no'batta cja ginna. Choo'kee. Ikee'm bagee jo'jakti aiccki..."
Wellll, sort of abandoned from time to time. This shouldn't be a problem though. Trust me. I know my way around this place...
The Jawa answered timidly, knowing that he didn't exactly know why these men were here. There had been other parties through here recently, but never armed. Staed poked his head around the crate which they hid behind and watched. The flickering lights allowed him to search the darkness, but only a moment at a time. Two figures conversed near one of the landing-legs of the craft, their blasters slung lazily against their shoulders. Another couple of flashes and Staed was able to make out two more figures carrying a crate back towards the first people he'd seen.
Staed turned his head, taking his eyes off counting how many figured were out there.
"Oj o'ike do ut'i? Oot'a etokka o sugg'akka o'cha to'ner'akka ough'ta cos'axcha bahab."
Oh, how'd to put it? it's a network of smugglers and mercenaries from throughout the galaxy.
Staed hesitated for a moment.
"Ikee'cho oun tah X'cha'ak..."
I've been known to "work" for them...
He admitted to the Tusken finally.
"U'skat dochota do'X'cha, ut ike'uk ood chocha'noga haba bah'bad ut't fho'chuk."
Trust doesn't come easy to the Exchange, but I'd like to think I know how to bargain my way through anything.
Staed finished as the click of a blaster's safety was disengaged. Staed turned slowly around, knowing that the gun was pointing at his head. A Rodian stood over the crouching Jawa and Tusken, his black pools for eyes conveying nothing of his mood. "And what do we have here?" He said in Rodian. "A Jawa rat and a dirty sand rat. My my my." He continued in amusement. "Get up." He stated bluntly, tilting the snubbed-nose of his blaster up a couple times to illustrate his order.
Staed's E-11 was out of the Rodian's sight, his back had been to the man this whole time. The Jawa's eyes were as yellow as ever as he looked at Kar.
"Uk'kache bo hukku'ad Kar'akka."
I hope you're good with that blade, Kar.
Staed said before shooting the Rodian in the foot.
The gig was up...
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 2, 2014 12:26:28 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh was no longer listening to Staed entirely. He was crouched behind a box near the Jawa, listening to the area around him. Years of training was kicking in. Just because he was now an Engineer did not mean he could not fight. Every Tusken was raised from birth to fight for their survival. They were each Warriors first. Language came from the time communicating with your comrades in battle, deep in the guts of a kill, or an enemy. The cobwebs remained, but he was still capable.
Kar'Orzh was about to move to a different cover when he heard the click of a blaster's safety. He turned his head to see the Rodian behind them. He silently obeyed the order, and slowly stood up. Turning completely to the Rodian, he answered Staed in his native tongue.
=Kar'Orzh in Tusken=
"Better than you might think."
The moment Staed fired his blaster, Kar'Orzh, the same Kar'Orzh who had complained of creaky knees and small passages, moved as fast as sand in the wind. The Rodian fired wildly in pain, but the shots went wide as Kar'Orzh stepped to the side. He unsheathed his knife and sank it deep into the Rodian's throat, yanking it back, severing the alien's spine. The kill was almost instant.
Kar'Orzh twisted the knife from the alien's throat and let the body hit the floor with a solid thud. He looked at his blade, slick with the blood of his kill. The blood of the first sentient being he had killed in a little over seven years.
The adrenaline was pumping, but his hearing returned. The drumming in his ears dulled, and he heard the echo of boot steps and radio chatter. Stealth was no longer an option. He wiped the blood on his cloak and took it off. No point in hiding his true identity;a Tusken. Kar'Orzh took the DT-12 blaster pistol from the ground and picked it up, pocketing it and dragging the body off to the side, a little more out of sight. He looked to Staed as he took cover once more.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Now what?"
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Post by Staed on Mar 2, 2014 14:58:34 GMT -8
"Uke'cho'nukaal sha'reeve so'suut!"
We get our arses on that fzzzrhhhk ship!
Staed's droid blurted before he was already off, scampering towards the craft, as the sounds of shouting started up. No doubt the other Exchange thugs, after hearing the blasters fire off.
Staed made it just to another stack of crates before the first blaster bolts started to wiz by him. His little Jawa heart beat rapidly in his chest to the point that it shook his tiny body with ever beat. Staed closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths, taking the E-11 in a doublehanded vice-like grip before bolting from cover.
The little Jawa raised the gun up and a blinding light emanated from the end. The extra bits and bobs seeming to intensify the blast into a searing spray of incandescent plasma. Everything within a 2 meter width, 13 meter range was bombarded with the blast spray. Staed didn't see the result of the shot, seeing as he was pulled off his little feet by the blast with a surprised "Untiini!"
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 2, 2014 19:53:59 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh ran to cover next to Staed, his newly acquired blaster pistol in hand. The trigger did not feel right. This blaster's handle was made specially for species like the Rodians. His grip was not as firm as it was with his Cycler rifle, but it would do. A moment after the Jawa fell to ground from the recoil of his blaster, Kar'Orzh stood up and fired off a few shots in the direction of the oncoming guards. He knelt back down and spoke to Staed.
=Kar'orzh=
"There is another few crates about a stone's throw away from these. I can cover you while you make the run."
Kar'Orzh stood up and began firing at the couple of guards that had decided to leave their own cover. One went down with a hole in the chest, while the other ducked back behind cover. Kar'Orzh ducked as a few blaster bolts began to fly his direction. He looked to Staed again.
=Kar'Orzh=
"When I shoot, you run. When you get over there, cover me and I'll follow....Ready?"
Kar'Orzh stood up and began firing again to give Staed a window of opportunity to run.
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Post by Staed on Mar 8, 2014 12:24:13 GMT -8
Staed was miraculously flung into a nearby pile of downy-like tarps. He never questioned why it seemed that every time he was about to get hurt, that he'd find a way inadvertently to keep himself out of harm's way, or maybe that was just too much high thinking for a Jawa?
Kar's orders had been muffled as Staed clawed his way out of the tarps. Blaster bolts pelted the tarps around him, singing areas that his little hands had only grasped at seconds earlier. The Jawa was oblivious to this, even with the blaster fire whizzing past him. Staed lifted his E-11 again and watched as Kar stood up and started firing towards their assailants. Though the Jawa hadn't heard Kar, he understood what was happening. He was being covered, and he was supposed to get closer to the ship.
Staed darted forward, taking his eyes off his running path for only seconds to change the settings on the side of his blaster. He didn't want a repeat of last time, not when he was in the open like this. When he looked up again he'd run clear past the crate that he would have hid behind, and was now in a clearing just meters from the ship's landing ramp. Three mercenaries stared wide-eyed at the Jawa, just as much as he stared at them. Everyone was shocked, astonished, and in that split second they didn't move or fire. It was only though this brief reprieve from blaster fire, that Staed realized they were staring at him because his robes are singed, but he was unscathed.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 8, 2014 17:25:56 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh had even stopped to gawk at Staed, but he was too old to know not to miss the opportunity, and while all the guards were busy staring at the miraculously unharmed Jawa, Kar'Orzh was picking them off. The few moments he had gained had allowed him to pick off the last two of the guards that had originally came up, and one of the three at the landing ramp. The other two scattered, taking cover near some cargo containers next to the ramp that had been about to be loaded onto the ship.
Kar'Orzh fired at the cargo containers, running up to Staed and lifting him by the back of his collar with his free hand, throwing him to the side, next to a dead body, the only cover within throwing distance. Adrenaline made him fast, but trying to save his new ally cost him a few seconds. One of the two remaining guards suddenly got brave and decided to poke his head around, and seeing the Tusken distracted, fired at Kar'Orzh. The bolt hit the old Tusken Engineer in the shoulder, and sent him to the ground. He screamed out in a horrendous sounding Tusken cry, and fired back at the guard, who retreated back to cover behind the cargo container. Kar'Orzh dragged himself back to the smaller crates.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Can you get closer enough to them, Staed!?"
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Post by Staed on Mar 13, 2014 14:00:53 GMT -8
"Ikee'las Nekkel juuvar cho'chatoo obwegadada Shootogawa, Kar'akka!"
I'm doing my fuzzzzikk best to shoot these sons of fuzzzzka szzztzbag baazzzhhkehs, Kar!
Staed yelled from behind the smoldering body he had been tossed behind for cover. His droid obviously having per-programmed difficulties with the Jawa's exacerbated language. The Jawa flipped the switch on the side of his E-11, and the low humming stopped, the small light on the side of the jerry-rigged blaster going from red to a blinking green as Staed darted forward towards the ship's landing ramp. The Exchange thugs had regrouped and were obviously going to redouble their efforts to take out these interlopers, but the outcome of this little firefight was far from one sided.
The Jawa's blaster came up as he noticed the two remaining thugs coming out of their holes. The first one to exit his hide, had been the one to wound Kar; a masked bandit with a small pistol. Staed stopped in his advance only long enough to plant both of his tiny feet, before the end of his E-11 loosed a barrage of blaster bolts. The bolts were blindingly bright. The number of bolts escaping the barrel too fast to count. The spray hit the thug, making him literally dance the dance of death as his body was riddled with no less than a hundred bolts at close range. The body fell backwards, its front unrecognizable as anything other than bubbling, charred meat.
The remaining thug completely jumped out from cover as he strafed the Jawa, firing his blaster rifle from the hip. Staed nimbly zig and zagged, hopped and ducked his way to and up the landing ramp. His shooter was fast on his heels, as both disappeared into the ship. Out of sight from Kar's vantage point. Within seconds there were more blaster shots heard and a thunk to the ground, that could have only been a lifeless body.
Minutes passed before the ship's engines thrummed to life, and the hooded head of Staed poked out from between the ship and the opened landing ramp.
"Uke'sa hok'cho toota?"
Hey, you coming or what?
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 13, 2014 18:43:45 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh grasped the blaster wound in his shoulder and stood up, trying to get a good enough shot at the remaining guards from behind his cover. Almost as soon as he had gotten a good shot, Staed had already taken care of the guard he had been aiming at.
=Kal'Orzh in Tusken=
"Damn it all. What is that Jawa doing?"
Kar'Orzh cursed again as he began to move forward, to go after Staed. Every movement seemed to echo to his shoulder. He grasped it, and the blood flowed through his wrapped fingers. He had made it halfway, trying to be silent when the engines started, and Staed appeared. Kar'Orzh sighed in relief and shook his head.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Outfought by a Jawa."
Kar'Orzh walked over, taking a look at the shipping containers, opening one, then another. Some had guns and ammo. Blaster that could be as much use to the R'Crurak as the ship. He motioned to Staed with his free hand and began pushing the container.
=Kar'Orzh=
"When we tel the others back at the Enclave how this happened, tell them there were twenty, and it took ten of them to pin me down, until I broke free and strangled each of them with my bare hands, only getting shot once. You can have the other ten. Fair enough?"
Kar'Orzh pushed the first container up the ramp and immediately ran down and got another, pushing it up as well. The sound of more boot steps and shouts could be heard, as more guards mobilized outside. Kar'Orzh was able to get one more container before he hit the button to close the ramp.
=Kar'Orzh=
"I'd say three is the lucky number today. Let's get out of here. I hope you can fly this thing."
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Post by Staed on Mar 14, 2014 11:37:58 GMT -8
"Hou'choota ra'ti kobat'ta?"
Shzzkt, do we really have time for this?
Staed said to Kar, as the Tusken started to put crate upon crate into the ship. The Jawa finally let out a sigh and scampered off to help the ailing Tusken before he closed the ramp.
"Ou cha'shet revee ska'toat..."
Now to get this ship out of here...
The Jawa said as he raised off along the meshed decking of the cargo bay, and towards a flight of stairs. The Shaadlar-type troopship that they were in now wasn't a small ship, not at all, and getting to the cockpit in less time then back up to arrive was going to be a photo finish. Jawa's were known for their ability to skitter and evade, but Staed was pushing his body to the limit as he passed bulkhead after bulkhead. The main corridor that he was sprinting down came to life as he passed through it, as the ship's computer sensed his advance the lights followed him. He was getting closer, but he still had another 20 meters to run. His legs burned as well as his lungs. If this didn't kill him, he was sure that the exchange's men would, and oddly enough he didn't wish for the latter.
Staed finally came to a sealed blast door, one of his contraptions was latched to the door's controls. with blinding speed the Jawa's spindly fingers typed in a dithering number of keys. The door opened immediately and Staed took little to no time hopping up into one of the many seats in the command center of the cockpit.
"Shuu's Shuu's, Cho' Ri't'revee?" He said angrily to himself, as he poured over a set of command panels and consoles, until he got to a screen with Mandalorian glyphs on it. "Skoska!" He said, his hands hitting the runes to bring up other windows and other ship's systems. "Keeza, Keeze, Keeeze?" He chanted, running his finger over a window, that scrolled with his touch.
"Utinni!" Staed shouted, with a clap of his hands, hitting the icon and then exiting to another window and typing on several of the icons therein. The ship shuddered and the Jawa laughed, hooting and hollering as his genius. The ship's landing legs were retracting, the engines grew in their thundering beneath his feet, and the raw power at his fingertips made the engineer well up with happy tears. Staed composed himself, before pressing a button on the console next to him.
"Et cho chatta, Kar'akka!"
Get ready to leave, Kar!
Staed planted his feet on the console and push himself towards another set of controls, the wheeled chair under him gliding over the smooth flooring with ease. With several button pushed and the pulling of a small lever, the ship listed back, and lurched slightly forward. Staed gave the movement a nod before turning around and looking at the locked and closed hangar doors in front of the ship's escape. "Ba boom'ba." He said with a shrug, before pushing himself over to another section of the bridge. Monitors lit up, one of them being a view of the nose section out towards the closed hangar doors. Staed gripped a joystick, and thumbed the safety release on the side of its grip. Flickering cross-hairs appeared on the monitor and without lining them up the Jawa's finger pressed down on the aptly bright colored trigger.
Staed had to blink his eyes several times before he could see again. The entire hangar door was gone, only the smoke and sun light from beyond remained. He sat in awe, his hand ungripping the firing mechanism with profound respect. "Cho boba ba'boomba." He said backing away form the controls and back to the actual propulsion of the ship.
They'd be airborne soon.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 14, 2014 19:25:39 GMT -8
=Kar'Orzh=
"Time? There is never enough, but it is too valuable to let pass."
Kar'Orzh gripped his shoulder wound, which had begun to bleed even more from the effort of pushing the shipping containers. He chased after Staed as the Jawa took off, but stopped dead in his tracks as the door to the cockpit opened, revealing the sizr of it. He was speechless. It was so pristine for such a ship, so beautiful.
=Kar'Orzh in Tusken=
"My next child will be named after you, Staed."
Kar'Orzh took a few steps into the cockpit, and the door closed behind him automatically. He looked behind him, amazed. It was painfully obvious he was not used to such things. When the ship began to take off, Kar'Orzh grabbed a chair and sat down. He was immediately bombarded by information that he did not understand. He refused to touch any of the controls until he could get the Jawas to translate it.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Make for the Enclave, Staed. We have some presents to deliver!"
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