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Post by Jassar Yulan on Apr 30, 2013 10:30:14 GMT -8
Jassar stood up and looked at everyone. His claws relaxed as he began to speak.
Jassar is my name. I used to work as an enforcer for the Hutts. I like big guns. Hate droids and the color pink.
He hissed at the droid. Though he did not have a lot to say, he kept most of what he had to say hidden from the public eye. There was not much to say except for his love of big guns. And, not the pansy guns but the ones where most sentient beings would have to set it on something to fire. This was not the case for Jassar who could handle a heavy repeater as if it was a blaster.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Apr 30, 2013 13:25:30 GMT -8
Pawn watched as five of the group introduced them selves, before finishing his glass of wine, and taking a half step forward to get the group's attention and introduced himself.
I am called Pawn and acquisitions is my game. If it exists, I can get it, for the right fee of course. Including a restraining bolt for the droid and a matching stun collar for the kid, if you're interested Eralam. I'm also decent at covert insertions and extractions; as well as resource management. Spinning one foot, I compliment the bartender and pay the bill. Not just my bill, but the whole bill, damages and any unpaid tabs to date. My compliments to the barkeep, the wine is excellent.
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Post by Fisbone on Apr 30, 2013 17:24:29 GMT -8
The scar faced Mon Calamari steps forward, closer to the others and listens as others introduce themselves, committing each of their names to memory, seeing as how it seemed like he was going to be working with these "fine" folk. When it came to his term the Mon Calamari cleared his throat before speaking in the gravely voice common to his species.
I am Fisbone, exile of the planet Dac. I have some minimal skill with what you know of as The Force, but mostly I prefer to skewer things. He shakes his trident. But other than that I am a fair shot with most blaster weapons, as well as a decent pilot, and most importantly I have a LOT of experience with explosives. The Mon Cal laughs loudly, possibly allowing the others to make the connection between his exile and the explosives.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2013 17:12:29 GMT -8
"I guess that answers the question about the armory."
Eralam nodded, more to himself than anyone.
"Ok, just so we're clear: Pawn, I'll take delivery on both as soon as possible. Jassar, we have a few toys that might be up your alley. Z-6 rotary cannon, perhaps? Dragus, we have a very thorough store of chemicals, so take what you like. The same for you Fisbone. If you prefer your explosives to be premade, we have just about anything you could ask for on hand. For Bat, I have a selection of antique slugthrowers that should me more than fancy enough for you. And as for Cassel and Ayeniner: you two can shut the hell up."
As he was speaking, Eralam commed a transport that should be big enough to get everyone to the armory. He wasn't quite sure where they were headed after that, but the old Iron Knight could feel an adventure coming on, one that would leave the galaxy scarred and scared for decades to come.
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Post by Dragus on May 2, 2013 8:35:22 GMT -8
The scheming slithery saurian Sith put his hands together, claw tips touching with fingers splayed to form a web of scaly digits. His warped mind was already considering what sort of mischief they could get themselves into. Toppling a regime A Team style, demolition of some famous mountain range to create giant replicas of their heads, littering, J-walking, putting recyclables in the trash. Oh, this was going to be fun alright. Just thinking about it made him hungry. He looked at Fisbone and licked his lips, salivating as he imagined what the Mon Calamari would look like breaded and dipped in sea-food sauce.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 2, 2013 9:40:53 GMT -8
Now that the whole lets meet and greet was over he could talk openly amoung the people. Hell they had already been engaged in a brawl so its like getting the awkward first sex/kiss/ect out of the way and they were all chummyish. Except that annoying as tits droid, he needed a good restraining bolt attached to him. Walking up the lizard Bat smiled. Dragus right? Sorry about the chandelier thing, heat of the moment and all. You say your good with chemicals and stuff, I have something for you to look at if your willing and have the chance.
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Post by Dragus on May 2, 2013 9:58:48 GMT -8
Barclay's words stirred the barabel from his day dreams. He turned and listened as the Balosar spoke, rubbing his head at the mention of the chandelier. Aye, that had been bloody painful, but to be fair he had tried to stick the bounty hunter with his dagger. A bump on the head in return seemed fair. In any event, he wasn't one to hold a grudge. That might seem odd coming from a Sith, but his schedule was often so well booked that any sort of vendetta would just get in the way, and that certainly wouldn't do. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as the bounty hunter explained his needs.
Dragus nodded. "Yesss. Herbsss, chemicalsss, and compoundsss...to name a few. What iz it that you wanted me to look at?" He dearly hoped it wasn't a rash. You'd be shocked at how many people wanted him to take a look at their rashes. He still had nightmares of the time his brother Mortale had conducted one of his necro-experiments and had ended up with a droch infestation in his bush. It had taken quite a bit of acidic balm to clear up that mess, and to this day his brother still couldn't grow hair there.
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Post by Jassar Yulan on May 2, 2013 11:29:57 GMT -8
Jassar looked at the one called Eralam as he went for his weapon sack. He placed it on a table but it broke due to the weight.
I have a LS-150 and a EWHB-12 heavy repeating blaster. I had the EWHB-12 modified so I can hold it. Does your Z-6 rotary cannon work as well as mine?
He looked at the droid and planned its destruction as well as the one called Cassel.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 2, 2013 17:59:41 GMT -8
Thankfully no it was not a rash, although he did lie eyes on Vallas mom once so maybe space STDS could be passed on through some eye rape. No it was something far easier to fix, he had been on a job a few hours earlier and been in a scuffle where his armour received damage. It would take weeks of dangerous work to pay for the fix but maybe this one could help. Well what I need is Photosensitive microscopic crystals . Need em for my armour, help me turn invisible and I cant really do that without any on my armour, you dig dog?
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Post by Ayeniner on May 2, 2013 23:54:19 GMT -8
All Ayeniner was looking at was the very failure of organics from a God-Droid's perspective; they feign interest to save hurt feelings. Ayeniner knew how to put a stop to that.
"Look, I don't really give an oil-bath about any of you, or your fancy 'specialities'. All I want is to go start some trouble, and kills a few organics to make the world a better place for droids."
He turned to Eralam as the transport was pulling up. "Lead the way, ol' buddy. Us droids gotta stick together. The organics get all... excited around each other. I've heard of porn movies; not very sightly, as I understand them. The best thing we could do right now is go to the armoury before the organics get too interested in one another..."
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Post by Dragus on May 3, 2013 4:31:38 GMT -8
So Barclay wanted to become invisible? Dragus could relate to that at times. Usually though he preferred to keep it simple by only going out at night while wearing a midnight coloured robe, but he could understand the usefulness of being able to switch on and off ones camouflage at all times of the day. He had a cream that could be applied to his scales that would allow them to take on the colour of his surroundings, not unlike a chameleon. A little tweaking and it could work on the mammal's skin. However, he was rather specific about what he wanted and given that it was to be adhered to armour, Barclay likely wouldn't appreciate it if his camouflage failed whenever he got wet. Crystals made sense, they tended to be a bit more durable than paste. Still, the only crystal he could fathom that had such properties was stygium, which was in rare supply. He had some in the cloaking device of his ship, but he wasn't about to borrow from his beloved Grimblade to aid one of his unusual new teammates. There was an answer here though, he was certain of it. That was the beauty of alchemy. When the natural world refused to cooperate, one turned to the unnatural for help."Thisss one iz a lizard, not a dog, but yesss, I underssstand. Asssuming Eralam'z facility haz the bassse materialsss we require, which I am sssure it does, all we will need iz the geological compresssor from my ship." He stroked his scaled chin thoughtfully, tapping a clawed digit on one of his triangular incisors. "Once synthesized, you may wish me to apply the compound to your armour. Artificing iz az much a craft az alchemy." Dragus' slitted pupils rapidly darted back and forth, until they spotted the wintrium shikkar he had thrown at Barclay, lying on the floor with the rest of the debris. He stretched his right arm towards the glass dagger, forming a claw with his hand as he focused his thoughts on the weapon, wrapping it in strands of the Force before summoning it to him. With a telekinetic tug, the blade leaped free of the ground, tumbling end over end until the hilt slapped into the saurian's palm. He turned it over twice in his hand before catching the blade end between his claws and offering the hilt towards the Balosar."Keep it. If not az a memento of your wound..." He noted the thin line on Barclay's upper left arm. "...then az an example of thisss one'z art."
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on May 3, 2013 7:56:31 GMT -8
Cassel has been unnaturally quiet. Those who had experience with the little guy might show some kind of worry, or fear at what he could possibly have on his mind that would keep his mouth shut this long. He tipped the brim of his Kulu hat to Eralama and silently walked to the Shard and smiled. The little guy seemed completely unfazed by the previous fight, as well as the punch that had knocked him out for a good few minutes. The mark on his face was showing, but it didn't seem half as bad as it had looked.* *He twirled his lightsaber in his fingers like it was a revolver and then tucked it in on of his pouches in one swift motion, and laughed to himself. He tapped on Eralam lightly.
"Pardon me, but I'm not really interested in the money and stuff, though I think medical insurance is a great bonus. Is there anything you think you can get me that I might like?"
Cassel's eyes widened like a puppy's and his smile grew even more unnaturally large. He seemed awful calm, and yet still extremely cheery.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2013 19:40:08 GMT -8
Eralam took a deep breath, counted to ten, remembered that he couldn't breathe, then counted to ten again."That depends," he said to Cassel, his electronic voice sounding like something summoned from the depths of hell. "What sort of thing would you want to make you happy." While this was going on, Eralam slid a datapad with the specs for the Z-6over to Jasser.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 4, 2013 3:22:15 GMT -8
So Barclay wanted to become invisible? Dragus could relate to that at times. Usually though he preferred to keep it simple by only going out at night while wearing a midnight coloured robe, but he could understand the usefulness of being able to switch on and off ones camouflage at all times of the day. He had a cream that could be applied to his scales that would allow them to take on the colour of his surroundings, not unlike a chameleon. A little tweaking and it could work on the mammal's skin. However, he was rather specific about what he wanted and given that it was to be adhered to armour, Barclay likely wouldn't appreciate it if his camouflage failed whenever he got wet. Crystals made sense, they tended to be a bit more durable than paste. Still, the only crystal he could fathom that had such properties was stygium, which was in rare supply. He had some in the cloaking device of his ship, but he wasn't about to borrow from his beloved Grimblade to aid one of his unusual new teammates. There was an answer here though, he was certain of it. That was the beauty of alchemy. When the natural world refused to cooperate, one turned to the unnatural for help."Thisss one iz a lizard, not a dog, but yesss, I underssstand. Asssuming Eralam'z facility haz the bassse materialsss we require, which I am sssure it does, all we will need iz the geological compresssor from my ship." He stroked his scaled chin thoughtfully, tapping a clawed digit on one of his triangular incisors. "Once synthesized, you may wish me to apply the compound to your armour. Artificing iz az much a craft az alchemy." Dragus' slitted pupils rapidly darted back and forth, until they spotted the wintrium shikkar he had thrown at Barclay, lying on the floor with the rest of the debris. He stretched his right arm towards the glass dagger, forming a claw with his hand as he focused his thoughts on the weapon, wrapping it in strands of the Force before summoning it to him. With a telekinetic tug, the blade leaped free of the ground, tumbling end over end until the hilt slapped into the saurian's palm. He turned it over twice in his hand before catching the blade end between his claws and offering the hilt towards the Balosar."Keep it. If not az a memento of your wound..." He noted the thin line on Barclay's upper left arm. "...then az an example of thisss one'z art." If you know how to do it then sure although if I could watch how to do it would make it easier for me in the future? Although he could buy the stuff which wasnt cheap on its own, the instillation was the real kicker and cost a small fortune, if he could learn to apply it himself Bat would save a bunch of money. Taking the hilt of the glass dagger Bat marveled at it turning it around in his hand.
This is truly an amazing blade, made of totally out of glass I have never seen anything like it. I take it, its meant to only be a one time use and the fact that it didnt shatter into a million pieces when it hit me, or the ground was a fluke? Although he was not a weapons spec he still took a guess at the make while taking it under the belt Probably home made for I have never seen anything like it so is there anything else to it besides throw it and watch it murder your foe?
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Post by Dragus on May 4, 2013 8:45:58 GMT -8
It made sense that Barclay wanted to watch. If their positions were reversed, Dragus would want to do the same. Not so much for the purpose of learning, but because he wouldn't trust another to work on his personal equipment. Life in his Order was full of danger and treachery around every corner. Learning how to artiface your own equipment was really the only way to make sure another ambitious Sith didn't sabotage it, or worse. The situation here was a little different, however, as deceit and backstabbery wasn't on the plate. At least not yet. They had to first see how the group could be used to their advantage before determining how to manipulate it to ones own ends.
"Ah, give a hatchling a child and you feed him for a day. Teach him to hunt a man and you will feed him for a lifetime." He nodded. "Thisss one understandz. I will teach you what I know."
Looking around, it appeared that everyone else was getting equipped and acclimatized. Once Eralam's transport showed up they could get underway.
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on May 4, 2013 10:39:18 GMT -8
Eralam took a deep breath, counted to ten, remembered that he couldn't breathe, then counted to ten again."That depends," he said to Cassel, his electronic voice sounding like something summoned from the depths of hell. "What sort of thing would you want to make you happy." While this was going on, Eralam slid a datapad with the specs for the Z-6over to Jasser. Cassel put on his thinking face, and ended up going cross-eyed for a moment. Sometimes Cas could be extremely deep, and this turned out to be one of those moments. Something seemed to come over the little guy, and his voice become scarily serious."Happiness is only temporary. What I seek is a sense of fulfillment that few search for and actually find. The quest is eternal, you are merely a stepping stone to find it. What I want is--"Cassel suddenly flinched, twitched, and then went almost an entire foot off of the ground as he let loose a very loud and powerful sneeze. He took out his handkerchief and blew his nose. The moment of unexplained seriousness appeared to be over, gone as suddenly as it had happened. Cas laughed as if he had not just spoken so seriously and smiled, looking up at the Shard, the difference in height causing his Kulu hat to dip over his eyes. He lifted the brim with one hand and spoke."I would like an autographed picture of all the Whills, and milk. And cookies! But I really want the picture..it's...uhm....for a...friend?"Cassel looked down at the floor of the bar and traced a circle with his foot, trying to seem innocent.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 4, 2013 14:03:02 GMT -8
Pawn nodded at Eralam's response and tunred back to the bar, pulling out his data pad, and getting to work obtaining the promised materials for the droid. Ahh, there they are, one stun collar and a matching restraining bolt and now to get them here, that shouldn't be much of a problem. And done, the set should be here in less than five minutes. Pawn put away, his data pad and poured himself one last cup of wine, sipping it and watching those around him. Those here seemed to be interested in anything illegal in the galaxy, though it seemed few were into spice or other narcotics, that was intriguing. Pawn patiently awaited the delivery of the set and for Eralam to give the order to move out to whatever target pricked his fancy first.
Three minutes and twenty-six seconds after placing the order, a thin woman, in a local delivery livery, stepped into the bar holing a small velvet lined box, the kind one might receive a fine necklace in, and asked for the shard answering to Eralam. Assuming the shard identifies himself, the woman walks over to him and hands him the box, and wishes him a grand day, before turning and leaving the establishment. The box contained the collar, laid out around the edges of the small box, with the stud set in a small indent in the middle of the box.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2013 14:12:01 GMT -8
Eralam opened the box,looked at the contents, looked at Cassel, then at Pawn, and had an idea. He handed the rather stylishly done collar to the diminutive ball of annoyance.
"Milk and cookies we can do. To get the autographed picture, you'll need to wear that collar at all times. It's so they can find you when they do their super secret personal autograph and teddy bear distribution sessions."
Right on cue, the transport arrived. It was almost identical to the blazingly fast medical transports that the first responders used. Instead of a state of the art medbay, however, it had a comfortable passenger compartment. It also had no inertial compensators at all. Not that you could tell by looking at it, mind.
"Alright gents, load up. Each seat has its own 4 point harness, but the use thereof is completely optional."
If the Shard had been in possession of a mouth, he would have been grinning. This was going to be fun.
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Post by Dragus on May 5, 2013 6:04:18 GMT -8
When the transport arrived, Dragus was among the first of those present to climb the boarding ramp and enter the passenger compartment.
He had learned from experience that those who arrived early tended to get the best seats, whereas those who arrived later had to sit at the front and spend the rest of the movie getting popcorn thrown at the back of their head by their cycloptic brother. Bacca, you piece of...you know what, never mind. It's not important.
Once aboard he found a seat near the back. Rather than strap himself to the seat in the typical fashion, he instead decided to forgo the harness and wrap his tail around the back of the chair, anchoring himself in place with his fifth appendage. It was the same way he sat in his own ship. TSTS technicians had offered to cut a hole in the back of his seat so that his tail might fit comfortably, but again that was an instance where experience paid off. He had no intention of placing himself in a position where someone might sneak up behind him, tie his tail in a knot, thereby trapping him to the seat. Oh, you think you are so bloody funny you blind son of a...no, not going to revisit that incident.
Noticing a broom closet beside him, the Sith banged a fist on the door, opening it Fonzy style. He then jerked a clawed thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the closet.
"Ayeniner, thisss one haz found you your ssseat."
Inside the small compartment was everything you'd expect. A mop, bucket, and bottle of windex.
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on May 5, 2013 7:02:14 GMT -8
Cassel, wide-eyed and gullible as ever, took the collar and put it on, not knowing that the intent behind it might be comical at his expense later one. He tugged at it a bit uncomfortably, but shrugged and smiled up at Eralam anyways. Besides, if he wanted to get out of it, he could just pick the lock. Lockpick was his middle name...wait that was Nathaniel. Lockpick was his last name. He then ran out of the bar and got onto the transport, spotting Dragus, and remembering he had a bone to pick with the lizard. His face showed an even bigger smile, if one was possible, and walked over, taking the seat, you guessed it, right next to Dragus. Cassel looked over at the Barabel and frowned.
"I remember you now."
While the statement was aloof, Cassel believed that Dragus was smart enough to understand what he meant.
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