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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:36:24 GMT -8
The Drev'starn Spaceport was the main spaceport in Drev'starn, Bothawui. A mountain plain was expanded and leveled to house the planet's largest starport, not only for practical purposes, but also as a display of prestige.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 4, 2013 14:04:37 GMT -8
High above the city a small Imperial craft made it's way towards the spaceport. As it soared overhead many Bothans and travelers looked to the sky in disbelief. Many still held resentments towards the Empire for what they had done over a century ago and were unhappy that a pro Imperial was on the planet. What angered them more was the fact that it was not following established fly paths which sent everyone on edge. Of course the pilot did not know, nor did he care for he was still on the high you can only get while in combat.
Setting the ship down in the busy spaceport many inhabitants shied away from the spacecraft. Making it stand out even more. With a push of a button the ramp descended with a hiss as the hydraulics dissipated into a steam somehow. Walking down the ramp was not some evil Imperial warlord, simply a warrior who fought to protect what was his. As he walked through the steam his figure was revealed. Most people would first see the mans face. In the past it was nothing but scars, now after a duel nearly half of the right side was replaced with metal which shone brilliantly. His curly black hair was pushed back with grey streaks all through it. Not from age but from stress both physically and mentally. The rest of his body was more or less Incased in a brilliant red suit of armour.
To the uncultured swine out there, Xeonon was not just an Imperial Knight but the master of the whole order. Seldom he left his domain of the Deep Core unless something was really off. In this case it had been the mining outfit some kilometers away from town. He owned the company, and reports had it that someone had come and try to take over the outpost. So he had went there to deal with the problem, and dealt with it he had. The smell of burned flesh could still be smelt if one inhaled deep enough. After such an engagement it was always nice to sit back and enjoy the victory and that was his current task. Find a bar, get drunk and maybe bang a couple of alien dancers. As such he was not equipped as he usually was. Only having his lightsaber on his right thigh, and two pistols on his chest he walked off towards the city.
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Oct 4, 2013 14:27:11 GMT -8
Amid the chaos that often walked hand in hand with a Space Port, a small, spherical observation droid bumped and bobbed, wearing between crew and captains, as well as fellow droids. Amid the chaos, this droid was not worth a bat of an eye, and that was exactly why Samson deployed it for reconnaissance. Some how, a man in titanic power armor drew more attention than a floating orb that made funny noises and worked for some obscure organization.
The droid dipped into the hangar bay where the Imperial shuttle just landed, hovering behind a crate of boxes, out of the sight of the entourage. As it watched the subject disembark, a short radio burst was sent to it's master, who flew in a speeder near by. The speeder held two occupants, one being the man in the armor, the other being a handsome rogue of a man, who was piloting the vessel. The man in the armor barked directions to his pilot, who took them to a near by roof top, covering the main entrance to the Hanger Bay. The speeder touched down on the roof top, unloading the pilot, while the armored man took his place, and plotted a new trajectory that brought him a few away from the hangar bay.
The chaos of the Hangar Bay, it was an ideal place to execute an assassination, and that was why Samson chose it. He recalled his observation droid while navigating the speeder away from the Hangar Bay.
The Master of the Imperial Knights was about to learn that some times, a knight in shining armor was the one to lose the fight.
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Post by Mr. Cross on Oct 4, 2013 14:36:23 GMT -8
Dante Decimus, Professional Pilot, Gambler, Ladies Man, Rogue and Smuggler;
That was once his life, which matched his good looks.
But he was Dante no longer- now he was Mr. Cross.
He traded his charm for a grim demeanor;
He traded his smile for a scowl;
He was now not a Smuggler, but a Killer.
But still, he was a damned good pilot.
Navigating the speeder around the hectic spaceport traffic in rush hour was no easy task.
But Mr. Cross did it- because the job demanded it.
That was all he cared about now;
The job, the mission, the goal.
Not the life he had; nor the love he had lost.
He looked to his armor clad companion, who was silent; always silent.
Then the beskar statue spoke, and he obeyed. Technically he was the boss, but this was Samson's mission.
He angled the speeder away from the space port and into a mega-block.
He set the bird down; illegally of course, but few cared about those regulations on the megablocks.
Then he disembarked, leaving the vessel to Samson.
As the Reaper sped away, he took up his position.
On the ledge, in prone, he waited.
With a long barreled death machine;
Waiting to strike the blow. He waited.
Bringing his eye to the scope of his Verpine Shatter Rifle,
He lowered his sights onto the main entrance.
His finger was on the trigger, all he needed to do was wait for the target.
He pushed the annoyance away from his mind. He didn't intend to shoot the target.
He was going to take down the nearest man, to drive the target back into the hangar bay.
It was to create the panic; to create the diversion for Samson to slip in and end his life.
He watched
He waited
He breathed.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 4, 2013 15:00:58 GMT -8
As Xeonon walked Bothans still tried to avoid him. Although he had left from his ship word had spread like wildfire that a man dressed in armour was on their peaceful planet. Of course they could not stay away from him for long as there was a slight funneling where the doors were. It was a busy day, noonish and everyone was ready to get back to where they were going. For a moment Xeonon wondered what these Bothans did for a living. Everyone knew they were good spies during wartime but was it really war? Sure one group had declared a holy crusade on another but would the Bothans really betray their trusted Jedi?
With this though the Imperial Knight went on edge, and briefly felt like he was being watched. Of course it just came from his train of thought nothing else, still would it really hurt to slaughter the dog men in here. Then he realized what he was thinking. Killing innocents just on a whim, and he knew where the thought was coming from. Dragus's ring on his right hand. The one bit of flash he had on right now was actually an heirloom to a deranged member of the NOE. No a "dead" member of the crippled faction. The Sith had given it to him and since then these evil thoughts had entered his head, poisoning his mind. What was worse was that he couldn't be parted from it. When he was he flet sickly and weak.
Finally making it to the door he looked at a Bothans gaurd in the eyes. The first one to meet his gaze since landing and smiled. The furry alien then looked to the ground again whatever nerve he had was gone. This was the life in a galaxy that hated the Empire. Regardless of which empire they were always associated with Palpatines. What people failed to understand was that this was closer to the Fels. "Victory through Peace" as the saying went. Reaching for the metal rod he was about to push out when a Nothan started running towards him.
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Post by Mr. Cross on Oct 6, 2013 8:27:58 GMT -8
Cross waited,
For what felt like an eternity.
But all waits come to an end.
This wait did, when the target walked out of the main space port.
Cross watched him, hovering his sights on him for a moment.
Though this was not his; it was Samson's
Then he saw his opening
A life for his taking.
The man that he would kill.
He didn't know the man's name,
Nor did he know his story.
But he was about to end it regardless.
As Nathan drew close to the Imperial Knight, Mr. Cross took him into his sights.
The world slowed for the assassin, as he inhaled, calculating his strike.
Wind, distance, movement- all were analyzed.
Then he exhaled, slowly.
His finger tightened on the trigger.
The gun spoke in death's tongue.
The verpine shatter gun's bullet,
A miniscule thing, as it was
Travelled at blinding speeds to the unfortunate target.
It kissed him on the back of his head,
Granting him the final parting gift,
Sending him to Death's embrace.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 6, 2013 11:18:11 GMT -8
As Xeonon waited for the man to arrive he wondered what he would say. Perhaps chastise him for wearing weapons, beg for some money? Maybe he just wanted to know what such a fine man as Xeonon was doing on their planet. Why happened next surprised Xeonon. He felt the mans presence disappear inthe force. One moment there another gone, however he did not just drop. His forward momentum carried him another foot before smashing into a woman and three children. Upon seeing the dead man at her feet the woman screamed and ran. Others looked towards the source of the yell and within moments a total panic had set in. Many people running out, some into open ships.
There was one who did not run though, he instead saw where the bullet entered and took his best guess as to wear it came from. His right hand snapped across his chest as he pulled the .48 pistol from it's holster. While moving to the cover of a YT-2400 ramp he took a shot in the direction of Mr Cross. The shot itself was going to miss, he didn't even know where the shooter was it was just meant to keep him pinned down while the proper authorities showed up. If any did at all.
The real question was why? Was the Bothan wanted for some reason, or wa it just an act of shredding for no reason. A thousand thoughts raced through the warriors mind. However low on the list of reasons was that the Bothan was not the target. He was just the victim of a crime, and that this was something bigger. The force was trying to warn him of something. His skin tingled, particularly on the nape of his neck. Whatever was going on was about to get worse. Xeonon just hoped he was man enough to wether the storm that was about to open up.
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Post by Mr. Cross on Oct 7, 2013 9:03:13 GMT -8
With the squeeze of a trigger, Chaos came into the world.
Screams, Tears, Panic, and Blood.
The crowd shattered, a pane of fragile glass in the face of terror.
The victims body dropped,
The target took cover;
Let the games begin.
Cross did not leave his cover,
Nor did he reveal himself.
He held his ground, as the apex predator.
A bullet met the wall next to him.
It shattered;
Thousands of shards of death.
Still he held his ground.
He squeezed the trigger once more
sending a bullet into the chassis of Xeo's cover.
Buy him time;
Buy it with blood-
Buy it with death.
His sights shifted to a near by mother,
Then to her children,
Then to her lover.
The trigger was squeezed.
The panic spread like wild fire.
And the forest was gonna burn...
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 7, 2013 13:10:22 GMT -8
As the shot hit the current ship he was behind Xeonon was amazed to see it actually puncture through the hull and hit the ground. Of course this told him what he was dealing with. Verpine. Silent, fast and deadly. Peeking around the corner he saw the masses flee and many more fall. Screaming, and crying filled the air mixed with the smell of copper. This wasn't normal, killing people at random wanton murder. It made Xeonon disgusted but not in the way he or anyone suspected. Death was a part of life but killing for the sake of killing was uncalled for. What really got him was that he didn't feel sorry. He had over the years gotten used to death so that the dead and dying around him were nothing more than a small annoyance.
One shot two shot all I hear is gun shots All I hear is gunshots This is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, Music's off, party stops,
Everybody hit the door, Somebody's licking shots off.
Hell this was his first thought as the family that fell, the rap from the whitest rapper ever. He was actually torn between leaving and staying. These were not his people, he had no allegiance to them. However deep down in what was left of his heart made him stay, save the galaxy one person at a time. This time he let the force guide him in aiming. Holding his gun close to the area where he shot the first time he snapped off two Buick shots. With the force aiding him he would hopefully kill this evil creature, or at the least stop the shots while people evacuated. Then he would really rip this man a new one.
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Oct 8, 2013 10:09:40 GMT -8
As violence broke out in the Spaceport Plaza, Samson made his approach. He had landed his speeder moments before Dante took his first shot, and was exiting the building when the first scream echoed. That was the only sound at first, the screams- Verpine weapons made no sound. Samson was on a slow, yet steady approach towards the target from behind, using the distraction for cover. He knew he only had a few moments to make the perfect kill.
Thirty feet away; that was when his HUD intercepted the first distress signal.
Drev'starn Security Force Notification System
Calling all units...Calling all units
Disturbance Detected...
Location...Drev'Starn Space Port
Nature of Disturbance...Armed Assault
Caution Advised...Suspect armed with long range weapon...
Calling all units to scene...
Samson had less time than he expected; the Wolf-Men were fast to the call. Killing civilians would do that; however Samson was not angry, nor afraid. It was a part of the plan. Twenty-five feet away. He didn't unholster his weapon, not yet. Instead, he reached to his utility belt, pulling out a small canister. With the flick of the thumb, he primed it. He had this target, he had his plan, and now it was time to execute. No one noticed him in the panic, ironically. The big man in armor would have drawn attention before, but most eyes were on the dead bodies or the roof. He was all but invisible.
Lobbing the canister lightly, it was aimed for the feet of the target. A grenade- but not one of explosive qualities. It was a flash bang, set to detonate on a two second timer. As it left Samson's hand, his HUD dimmed and braced for the bright flash. His arms moved with practiced efficiency that only a professional soldier would have. His timing would be precise. The second the flash bang went off at Xeonon's feet, he would pull his deadly Wookiee Disruptor Rifle free from the mag claim, aim it for right between the target's shoulder blades, and fire.
It would be a flawless kill.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 8, 2013 11:45:41 GMT -8
Xeonon was about to pull the trigger when the flashbang landed at his feet. He didn't even register it until it unleashed it's non lethal blast. The world went in a wash of light and the cybernetic eyes Xeonon had darkened to the greatest shade they could produce. Even then it still made seeing things until they adjusted back impossible. That wasn't his cheif problem though, the grenades second purpose was to disorient it's opponent. The loud noise caused Xeonons ears to ring, furthermore as fluids rushed to the ear to compensate his balance was thrown off. His upper body wobbled as he attempted to regain his balance.
Something had changed in the assualt that much was obvious. For some reason these men had decided to target the Imperial Knight. As no one in front of him had thrown the object it was safe to say the person was behind him. A little ping in the base of his skull warned him something further was going to happen. As the gun was being aimed at Xeonon he dived forward. With the force guiding his movements he jumped just as the trigger was pulled by the unseen adversary. Whilst in the roll he finally got a good look at one of his attackers. Mandalorian. No other race of note dressed in as much armour as those warmongers, finally parts of the story were starting to make sense.
Call it naive of him but Xeonon had thought he could survive the Holy War without incident. He was wrong. Obviously they were here for his head, and possibly the bounty attributed to it. He knew just how truly fucked he was now, and how hard a fight this was going to be. At least two murderers vs a lone Imperial Knight.
Anyways as he rolled Xeonon eventually made it back to his feet where he took off like a bullet running. Call it cowardly but he needed to collect himself, and a time to turn around without getting shot in the ass. Employing every bit of speed his cybernetically enhanced muscles would give him he ran. At the first oppurnunity he had Xeonon turned left behind a ship of unknown model. He didn't even try to guess as his mind reeled. Gun still in hand Xeonon jumped up on top of the ship the force aiding him and he took aim and fired at the chest of the Mandalorian.
The Enforcer pistol, archaric compared to the Wookiee weapon his opponent had, could still be deadly. The weapon which already had considerable stopping power was augmented with depleted barridium rounds. Armour piercing, these bastards could rip through Yorrik Coral no problem. Beskar, if that is indeed what it was on the chest of his opponent was a whole other story. Still it was a start.
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Post by Alfrick Stay'lod on Jun 14, 2016 9:21:01 GMT -8
The small Yacht "Krak'jya's Mane" holding the small delegation that once represented the Bothan people in the now defunct Republic arrived at the space port. The old inelegance operative and former senator hid his please for the situation well. He hadn't been apart of whatever force or idea that had ended the massive and inefficient central government, but he couldn't help be be proud of the results. The bloated monstrosity that was the Republic was no more, in its place were systems free to act as they felt and needed too. Alliances would form and people would prosper. This was a libertarian's dream. Some on Coruscant and here on Bothan home world would disagree to be sure, but they will soon see. It was for them that the elder Bothan hid his joy. A representative of the Prime Minister was waiting Alfick's arrival. The elder Bothan marched right too him and passed him, not as a sign of disrespect but to keep things moving. Before the younger aid could say anything Alfrick spoke in his gravely voice.
I am certain that Prime Minister Bavelar wants to be updated on the situation in Coruscant, lets not keep him waiting shall we? He was unable to hide the disapproval from his face when he saw the extravagant hover limo waiting for him. A simple speeder would have done just fine. Remind me son to speak to the motor pool about wasting resources. He continued into the back of the limo, not really listening to the protests from the young Bothan. Once everyone that needed to be inside was, the limo took off to the Prime Ministor's executive mansion.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2017 21:29:37 GMT -8
The Serene Moondancer continued its descent down to the surface, angling towards the spaceport as directed by local control. The landing gear extended before the ship landed in the assigned hangar bay. The loading ramp lowered, before crews got to work unloading the supplies destined for Bothawui
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Dec 21, 2017 21:41:01 GMT -8
==Moondancer SL==
<<106PP; R14 Sector, Bothawui>>
When he left his cabin, Z'har was looking quite a bit different than he had the day before. While he was still wearing the lose trousers from before, he had managed to get his hands on a long medical coat from somewhere. Or someone. The sleeves of the coat had been carefully removed & the threading neatly bound to prevent tears. He was also wearing it open, showing off both his lack of any other shirt & the obvious work he put into maintaining his torso muscles. The various pockets on the coat looked to contain a wide range of objects, none of which could be clearly seen. However, bulges in his pockets ranged from ordinary to vaguely threatening. His long black hair had also been shorn completely away, leaving his head shiny bald. With his well above average height & build, not to mention his eyes still hidden behind the metal eyepieces, his overall impression had changed to slightly menacing. However, the metal nose plugs quickly swung the projected image back into the sphere of vaguely comical.
Enjoying his new image, Z'har headed out to find out what the rest of the crew was doing.
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Post by Clem on Jan 6, 2018 19:03:16 GMT -8
From his position on the side he noticed Han with his droid rolling in on his heels. Clem acknowledged Han's nod and returned it. As they entered into the atmosphere Penny arrived and to Clem's relief, and slight discomfort to the fact that he was relived, wearing a jacket. Regardless he responded to her greeting if a bit awkwardly. Good morn... Well he meant to, but a distraction appeared from behind Penny. ning.
It appeared to be Z'har but... no that was indeed Z'har to Clem's surprise. Well some one seems to be in a rather different mindset today. All this happened a little quickly and as he was looking beyond Penny, if she didn't catch on to him looking past her, she might be a little bit confused.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 11:10:47 GMT -8
Han turned toward Penny as she entered the hangar. Also noting her extra clothing. Not that he was as phased by her usual state of undress as Clem seemed to be. But then, neither did she usually try draping herself over him in the same unwanted ways as she did with Clem. Not that he would complain if she did. But that was besides the point. And something his thoughts were soon distracted from as Z'har entered the bay. Dressed as some kind of punk-doctor-wrestler. The Force only knew how best to describe the Zabrak's radical new look Did I miss the party invite? Whether that was a mistranslation or not, was hard to say. But at least it somewhat fit the mood
Penny smiled and waved as Clem responded to her greeting. Her smile quickly disappearing as he commented about her apparent change in mindset. Completely missing that he was now looking past her. She nervously played with the ends of the zipper, which still remained open. Wondering if Clem would prefer if she took it off again
"What? Would you rather I stroll around half naked and catch a cold..."
Though, in fairness. She was still naked from the waist down. So removing the jacket would not particularly change much in that regard. Perhaps while she was here, she might use the chance to purchase some more clothes. As she looked up at Clem, she finally noticed he had been looking behind her. Causing her to turn and notice Zabrak's rather drastic change in style
"Oh.... that's what you meant..."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 22, 2018 14:36:31 GMT -8
==Moondancer SL==
<<107PP; R14 Sector, Bothawui>>
-Desmonde
Hey it is only too late to change your style when they put you in the ground. I felt like trying something new. So what is on the bulletin for this world?
Technically speaking, he wasn't really alive in the first place. Even more technically, he only became free to change up his style that drastically once his original had died. So very little of that statement was, strictly speaking, accurate. But the ideal remained. Regardless of the plans in general for the crew, Desmonde also had a few plans of his own. For one, he wouldn't be referring to himself as Z'har anymore. That man had died & it would be disrespectful to use his name.
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Post by Clem on Apr 24, 2018 20:19:45 GMT -8
Clem was still shaking his head slightly when Han mentioned something about a missing party invite. He looked back at Z'har quickly before replying with a slight grin.
We must have both missed it... but if that's the proper attire for the party... I think I'll take a pass.
He nearly missed Penny's reply but chuckled slightly at her finally catching on to the situation. There was defiantly no denying Z'har was trying something new. He glanced quickly at his slightly ragged green jedi robes before tossing in his plan.
Well my original thought was to pick up some new attire to be a little more inconspicuous. But if that's what your going to be wearing I'm not sure that's entirely necessary anymore. He added with a grin.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2018 19:31:53 GMT -8
Han gave a slight shrug as the Zabrak asked what the bulletin was for Bothawui. Crews were already moving cargo off the ship, which meant they would be in need of new goods to transport. And then there would be the wait time for said goods to be loaded. So they would all have a little rest and relaxation time Finding new cargo and some relaxation off the ship for a little bit... try not to get into too much funAn almost flawless sentence. Maybe his translator unit wasn’t as lost a cause as he thought If you run into trouble, don’t call me... He topped his hat, before making his way off the ship and into the city proper
Penny smiled back at Clem as he mentioned something about clothes shopping. Something she could definitely get behind doing. If for no other reason than to help Clem choose some new clothes and strut her stuff in some revealing outfits of her own
”I have something of an eye for fashion, and my wardrobe is quite lacking right now... so I’ll come with you my darling...”
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 14, 2018 12:17:40 GMT -8
==Moondancer SL==
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-Desmonde
Seems like it is just us then for the moment, Brick.
The Herglic let out a warbling tone that sounded oddly resonate.
-Desmonde
No, I'm pretty sure the little didn't want to you follow him. But feel free to anyway.
Desmonde watched in amusement as the huge creature set off after her crush. What, then, to do with himself. Suddenly, he did have an ideal of what he wanted to do. A quick check of so local directories had him on his way to a small number of specialty stores.
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