Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 12, 2014 9:34:56 GMT -8
A very interesting little display, this one was clearly raised on a hostile world under harsh conditions. She clearly had skills, not just in combat either he wagered. Someone like this needed to be watched carefully, the strong independent types were always the most difficult to control. Luckily the next job shouldn't be too violent and would hopefully take Nux out of her comfort zone.
"Excellent, then we depart immediately."
The armoured Captain turned his back on Nux and began walking away from the little "arena" and the ever growing pool of blood gathering below both of the bodies. About two hundred metres down the road Arkan took a left turn into a large warehouse. It was almost completely hollow, gutted by scavengers no doubt after it was closed. It now held the Cutlass. he pilot had great difficulty landing the two hundred and fifty metre ship in the warehouse but he managed it and once the crew had covered the roof over the ship was completely hidden from view. The boarding ramp descended for the Captain and he walked to the top, opening the door and turning to see if Nux had followed.
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Nux
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Post by Nux on Mar 12, 2014 10:03:41 GMT -8
She had disappeared shortly after Arkan had turned and made for the Cutlass, taking an alternate route that skirted the open ground, elevated to provide the Echani cover, and mostly hidden to provide a measure of concealment should some adversary have been tracking them... if Arkan moved 2000 meters, she likely moved 3500... but by the time he arrived in the makeshift hangar, she was by his side once more, sheathing her blaster as they stepped under the superstructure of the Cutlass, and running a hand through rain-slick hair, until it once more resembled the dreadlocked mohawk it was.
She stood silently, awaiting his word, observing him intently.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 12, 2014 10:26:42 GMT -8
The Captain approved of her timing, no annoying waiting. He turned and walked into the ship silently, he knew what these savage types did when they were out of their comfort zone, they watched. It had been the same when he took Fia aboard, she had watched him endlessly for days. It had annoyed him a bit but she was predictable.
He made his way to the bridge, up several different turbolifts and down many corridors. The bridge was fairly large for a ship of this size, the Imperials sure knew how to build them back in the day. The crew went silent as their Captain entered, all of them looking for any new additions to the crew.
"Get us into orbit, we're done here."
The crew immediately began to hurry about their business and the background noise picked up once again. It would take them a few minutes to prepare and so the Captain stood near the holo-table at the back of the bridge. He had planned many raids from here but this one was one of the most daring. There was a holo-image of Kuat depicted in blue.
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Nux
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Post by Nux on Mar 12, 2014 10:57:49 GMT -8
She followed him to the bridge, silently taking in the surroundings of the vessel. It was true, this was not where she came from, and it did not speak to her the same way a blade did, nor did she intuitively feel its nuances, the way she could read a battlefield. But she had been aboard a ship many times before, and would do so many times again, as this was the way of things.
Seeing that Arkan was occupied with the business of getting the ship off the ground, she noted the inquisitive stares, glances and glares that were directed toward her, turned, and left the bridge. The ship was vast, and it took some time to find her way about, as the layout was unfamiliar. She devoted the deck plan to memory, noting different routes to and from key locations, and avoided contact with other crewmembers, noting those who stared too long or too hard as possible opponents.
Nux took note of how the ship felt while underway, the motions and sounds it created and it moved through the atmosphere and out into space. Presently, while continuing her exploration and familiarization of the ship, she came upon one of the crew 'freshers. It was massive, and mostly open. It could easily have held thirty souls at once. Currently, it was empty. Without hesitation, the warrior unhooked her gunbelt and dropped her pack, shrugging out of furs, boots and skins, and activated four of the shower nozzles, setting the fine mist to spray scalding hot. Sighing as the woman warmed her skin and ran fingers through her mane of hair, she languished under the hot liquid, washing the last of the blood from her body.
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Raven
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Post by Raven on Apr 5, 2014 11:02:09 GMT -8
Deep was the pit of despair- where things were forgotten and left to die. The refugee sector of Nar Shadda was a massive labyrinth of decaying shanties, wrought from scraps of rusting durasteel and other discared materials. The streets were the sewers, where bile and shit flowed freely. Tucked in this desperate place were the lost souls of men and women. It was perfect for Markus.
Markus did not know how he came to this place, but it was where he stayed. Here he could be invisible- blending with the soiled denizens and forlorn wanderers. They couldn't find him here; this was the realm of the Hutts and the Exchange, not the Republic. Finally, he was free; a tool no longer. He managed to scrape by day to day, living on scraps, and spending what little creds he had on alcohol and drugs. While he was free of body, his mind was shackled by grief, rage and insanity. The voices were quiet here, drowned out by the wailing of the forgotten.
He watched from the only gap, in the hole in the wall of a bar that the Exchange ran in the area. They pumped their workers with the very vices that brought them under their slave like employment; Markus had been offered a similar job by one of the local goons, but he refused it. As speeders drifted by, he took a sip from his cup, forcing down the vile swill that they served. It didn't taste great but it got the job done.
He sat alone and in silence, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings- the constant thrumming of Nar Shadda's traffic, mixed with the garbled conversation in a thousand dialects. It surrounded him, threatening to engulf him, and yet, his silence prevailed.
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Varik Ren
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Post by Varik Ren on Apr 5, 2014 16:09:04 GMT -8
Jax had been down on his luck recently, with the disaster on Mon Calamari he had had to seek alternative ways of making a living. Bounty Hunter was what had become available and it suited his skill set. He had bounced around the galaxy taking jobs here and there and was quite good at it, by all accounts. He even had another job lined up. The Exchange, a group that had employed him several times, had what should be an easy job for him. The bounty was a man named Marcus Solomon, AKA Raven, and they even had a location for him.
Jax walked along the street towards the tavern in question. It was less of an actual tavern and more of a run down building that people congregated in. He had been to many similar establishments and knew of their depravity. Walking through the door, a few faces turned to "greet" the stranger. The eyes lingered only for a moment as strangers were common here, everything was soon back to normal. The diminutive bounty hunter walked over to what passed as a bar in this place and ordered something he hoped was similar to ale on other worlds.
He tasted the beverage and then decided not to drink too much more. However he asked the man behind the bar if he had seen a man matching the description he had been given. The man helpfully pointed out a man who matched the description and then seemed to disappear into the back. Jax took his drink over to where Marcus was sat and he sat opposite his target.
"Are you Markus Solomon?"
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Post by Raven on Apr 7, 2014 13:12:46 GMT -8
"This seat is taken..."
Markus did not lift his gaze to Jax, nor did he physically react in any way that suggested he suspected the Dazouri hunter for what he was. Markus' body, like Jax, appeared un-threatening. He was slouched in his seat, garbed and cloaked by the folds of the tattered rags he seemed to presume were clothes. Reaching up, an oil stained hand grabbed the tankard from the center of the table, pulling it closer, as though to suggest that Dax might take some of the vile swill, even when he had his own.
Even so, the Dazouri sat, which brought a twitch to Markus' upper lip. He pulled his cup over his lips a second too late to conceal his irritation. His slurp was audible, and borderline disgusting. Sitting the drink on the table, he let his onyx eyes meet with Jax's- there was nothing there; no emotion, no fear, no insanity- just a void.
Deep within those eyes, something hidden stirred. Jax didn't see it, yet it was there. Markus stiffened ever so slightly, as his grip tightened on his glass. He did not answer the man- he knew who he was, or rather, what he was. He didn't know, himself, but someone inside of him knew. This man had broken the silence- the silence that squalor had brought to him. There was a crack in the dam, and a flood threatened to ensue.
"No."
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Post by Varik Ren on Apr 13, 2014 9:46:29 GMT -8
"Come now Mr. Solomon, you know who you are, I know who you are and more importantly the owners of this establishment know too."
He took a short sip from his cup of thick, foul liquid that passed for ale in these parts. He suspected that some type of mechanical oil was the chief ingredient, there was a lot of that around here. Jax made sure his lightclub was leaning up against his chair, unsure if Markus would know if it was anything more than a walking stick.
"The Exchange send their regards!"
He took another mouthful from his cup, this time a longer one. He set his cup down quite loudly and stared over it at Markus, wondering what his next move would be. Words or action?
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Post by Raven on Apr 21, 2014 10:55:34 GMT -8
Markus did not respond, nor react in any fashion, other than his index finger tapping lightly against his cup. The man didn't match his hunters behavior- his ale went untouched. While physically, he was a statue, him mind raged with a maelstrom of voices.
The first was deep, and rabid. "Hunter. Predator. Threat. Eliminate the threat. Kill him...Kill or be killed." The second was soft and slow. "Perhaps I should die- it would finally bring an end to your voice." The third voice was shrill and frantic, cracking with insanity. "That's a nice jacket, I wonder if it would fit me. Probably not.
All the while, on the surface he was calm and collected. He had learned to tune out most of the voices, however if this man tried to push, the mental dam would break and thought would turn to action. He felt pistons pumping with anticipation beneath the hull of his cybernetic arm.
"If you know who I am, your employers must be paying you a healthy chunk of credits, or you are a fool. Take a bit of advice- walk away; credits are useless to a dead man."
With that, his finger stopped tapping against his mug.
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Post by Varik Ren on Jul 13, 2014 8:33:53 GMT -8
"You're right, credits are no good to a dead man, I hope you don't have too many stashed away, such a waste."
Jax's tone of voice remained playful as his legs swung from the bottom of the chair. He took another swig of his drink before jumping off the chair and grasping his walking stick.
"Now I will have to ask that you come with me."
Jax took a couple of steps towards the door and turned to allow Raven to walk past him. He anticipated resistance bt maybe not until they got outside.
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Post by Darth Lura on Mar 6, 2015 15:03:35 GMT -8
It had been a long couple days. She was tired. She missed her family, she missed her bed, she missed all the comforts of home. She had been on the streets, hiding in back alleys, for who knew how long. Her normally curly hair was matted with dirt and sweat, she was scratched up and bruised, and she would have killed for a sandwich and a shower. But those were luxuries she couldn't really afford now. She was having to sleep with one eye open -- or at least try -- and the few times she did manage to start getting any sort of decent sleep, she would get woken up by that tingle in the back of her mind, and she would have to get up and move quickly to avoid whatever it was that stupid hunter was trying on her this time. Honestly, by this point she was so frustrated and tired that she was able to almost -- almost -- forget a simple, basic fact: she was scared.
Valerie sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall of the alley she had decided to call her home this evening. She hoped she would be able to get some sleep, but she doubted it. There was no end to this ordeal in sight.. So she was going to have to try something, though she wasn't sure how well it would work. Yes, a few people had offered her aid, but most of them had scattered once they had seen what she was up against. One or two of them had stuck around, but.. she needed help. So she reached out with her mind, not sure if this would work, and...
<<Please.. Someone.. Anyone.. I need help.>>
She opened her eyes, scanning her surroundings again, just in case, then closed them again and continued.
<<I'm on Nar Shaddaa. My name is Valerie. I'm.. I'm under attack. Please.. help me.>>
Now she just had to wait.. and hope..
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It had been a long couple days. He wasn't as tired as he knew his prey must be: after all, he had the luxury of sleep. The traps he had laid out had kept her on her toes and given him time to rest and recuperate.. but only a little. He had to keep a watchful eye on her. After all, Nar Shaddaa was a great place for someone to go if they wanted to disappear. And he was determined to keep her from doing that. His steel-gray eyes scanned the streets from his position upon a rooftop, marking everyone that wandered about. He was frustrated, too: he hadn't been informed of the little wench's powers when he had taken the assignment, and she had kept him on his toes just as he had done to her. That probably explained why he was going to get paid so much..
Jackson allowed himself a moment to smile. His pride extended only so far as it took to get the job done, and when the job needed assistance, he was not one to be too stupid to ask for it. He pulled out his commlink and opened up a broadwave channel.
::There is a very large bounty on the capture of a young girl in the Refugee Sector of Nar Shaddaa. I am willing to share the bounty that has been offered me, in exchange for assistance bringing her in. Be warned: the little brat seems to have Jedi powers. Comm back to arrange a meeting. Ambuscade, out.::
He smiled. He would get his prize, and he would be a bit richer and able to say that he always got the job done. And anyone that tried to double-cross him would get a knife to the back and a shot between the eyes.
The hunter calling himself Ambuscade was pleased..
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Kent
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Post by Kent on Mar 6, 2015 15:21:18 GMT -8
Kent had been on her own for 5 years following the death of her grandparents. Not that they ever really understood her, her mind made it next to impossible to make any real friends or for anyone to understand her. Nar Shaddaa was as good a place as any. The people here was very single minded, survival dominated there every thought. This was something she could exploit, she just had to out think them, simple enough. There was a new girl that had been catching her eye recently. She was very attractive, a little worse for wear but pretty. Clearly she was new to this lifestyle. But Kent felt a need to help her here and there. This call made her notice that the girl had a follower. Clearly a bounty hunter, and a decent one at that. Most would miss it, but Kent didn't have the luxury, she didn't miss anything. His habits and patterns quickly became obvious to her. Part of Kent wanted to turn the girl in, clearly she was worth something to someone, but for some reason Kent only wanted to help her. So Kent got closer to the girl, there was some kind of call that she needed help. Kent made her way up a building over looking the girl. Taking note f everything she could see.
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Mar 6, 2015 15:25:37 GMT -8
Cuyan was sitting in the Lazy Bantha cantina, in a corner booth. His helmet sat on the table in front of him, alongside a bottle of corellian whiskey, a glass, and a pack of cigarettes. A WESTAR-M5 rifle was seated on the bench next to him. He opened the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, lit it, then drained the glass of whiskey and poured another. He wasn't quite sure why he was here but he had dropped Lilith off on some personal errand, the last job had paid well, and Nar Shaddaa was as good a place as any to relax, spend some credits, and maybe do a job or two. His wrist comm pinged and he played the message, sent over broadwave
::There is a very large bounty on the capture of a young girl in the Refugee Sector of Nar Shaddaa. I am willing to share the bounty that has been offered me, in exchange for assistance bringing her in. Be warned: the little brat seems to have Jedi powers. Comm back to arrange a meeting. Ambuscade, out.::
Cuyan drained his glass, placed the bottle in his pack, grabbed his rifle and helmet, and smoked on his way out the door.
Might be worth a look.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 6, 2015 15:33:56 GMT -8
*Another day on the grind, Dr. Matango walked the streets and make shift refugee camps offering free medical care. Malnutrition, common colds, infection all the way to wounds sustained from fleeing their homes was common place for the doctor. The occasional trauma patient would be rushed to his make shift field tent. A life of black ops missions, assassination, and warfare had led him to this moment; this was his way of making amends for all he had done. Protect the weak and heal the sick was his code though he didn't mind blowing a baddie away in the process.
The day had been long and the night had come too fast as he weaved his way in and out of makeshift homes doing his last rounds. With his last patient patched up we walked into the night exhaling deeply.
Long had it been since he had been in contact with another force user, still he kept his force signature cloaked and his mind walled in case hell did ever decide to freeze over.
So when the name Valerie rang in his head, a msg carried over by the force, Dr. Matango nearly ducked for cover. Listening to the voice of the young girl he heard her plea for help, even more shocking was the location; the planet he was on.
Right away the word 'TRAP' formed in his mind. He needed to confirm the validity of this request, but if someone needed help it was his duty to help.
In this case it might be best if he didn't divulge he had heard her plea in case it was a pack of Jedi Hunters; mercs specializing in force user hits.
Closing his eyes Ronin tried to focus on honing in on the source without giving himself away. In a casual gate Ronin began walking as if it were just another evening stroll, but inside he was taking in ever detail around him*
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 6, 2015 15:52:16 GMT -8
The Sith Lord mingled amongst the citizens of the Refugee Center as he walked the streets. The Force had guided him here, telling him that there was someone who had the potential to serve as his apprentice, and as an Inquisitor for the Galactic Empire. His visions showed him a young girl, although the image of the girl held two forms, one differing slightly from the other. Could there possibly be two different women that the Force deemed worthy?*
*He wore his usual crimson tunic but covered it in the folds of a brown traveler's cloak, the only weapons he had brought were two lightsabers, each strapped to his forearms hidden beneath the sleeves. His blue eyes scanned each passing individual, looking for the girl. He knew she was here somewhere.
His mind perked at the voice in his mind.
This was her. He knew it.
Opening his mind to the force, he reached out in response to the female voice.
"I am your safety. I am coming."
The Sith Lord's pace quickened as he turned down an alleyway to his right, traveling closer to the presence he felt in his mind.
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Aajax
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Post by Aajax on Mar 6, 2015 15:54:18 GMT -8
Aajax had spent the better part of the last two days wracking his brain to try and figure out where he had gone wrong. Back when he was a loyal servant of the empire, he did not worry himself with the daily cost of living, let alone the higher cost messes items like fuel for his prowler class ship.
Now that he was no longer in the employ of the empire, he had found such things less, trivial than before. As much as the Former inquisitor hated to admit it, he was broke and needed a way to turn his skills into credits.
As fortune would have it, that was exactly when his commlink picked up the message from Ambuscade
Well, well...bounty work. He thought to himself Its pretty close to the hunt-kill missions the empire would send me on before. I could probably use this opportunity
He deftly keyed up the direct comm frequency of this Ambuscade character
This is ...he nearly referred to himself as" Inquisitor" Aajax Draco. I'm interested in your...problem.
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 6, 2015 15:56:33 GMT -8
It had been a long couple days. She was tired. She missed her family, she missed her bed, she missed all the comforts of home. She had been on the streets, hiding in back alleys, for who knew how long. Her normally curly hair was matted with dirt and sweat, she was scratched up and bruised, and she would have killed for a sandwich and a shower. But those were luxuries she couldn't really afford now. She was having to sleep with one eye open -- or at least try -- and the few times she did manage to start getting any sort of decent sleep, she would get woken up by that tingle in the back of her mind, and she would have to get up and move quickly to avoid whatever it was that stupid hunter was trying on her this time. Honestly, by this point she was so frustrated and tired that she was able to almost -- almost -- forget a simple, basic fact: she was scared.
Valerie sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall of the alley she had decided to call her home this evening. She hoped she would be able to get some sleep, but she doubted it. There was no end to this ordeal in sight.. So she was going to have to try something, though she wasn't sure how well it would work. Yes, a few people had offered her aid, but most of them had scattered once they had seen what she was up against. One or two of them had stuck around, but.. she needed help. So she reached out with her mind, not sure if this would work, and...
<<Please.. Someone.. Anyone.. I need help.>>
She opened her eyes, scanning her surroundings again, just in case, then closed them again and continued.
<<I'm on Nar Shaddaa. My name is Valerie. I'm.. I'm under attack. Please.. help me.>>
Now she just had to wait.. and hope..
He had been laying in his bed on his ship, choosing to catch a little shut eye before heading out to explore. However, he never made it that far. He heard the cry through the Force. Quickly he at up and looked around. Someone needed help. If there was anything that still cared in the galaxy, it was his desire to help those in need. Standing to his feet, he grabbed his vest and zipped it up. Closing his eyes, he focused upon the voice that called. The presence was faint and fading fast, almost like it wasn't developed, capable of appearing only in times of need. He could only hope he could reach it.*<<Where are you?>> |
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Post by Kent on Mar 6, 2015 16:00:36 GMT -8
Kent felt the cry for help. It wasn't like anything she had felt before. She just knew it came from the girl under her. In that same instant she felt what could only be describes as eyes, many powerful eyes turn to look at the girl. Some it felt took notice of her as well. This girl had done something. Kent had to find out what.Kent slowly made her way down the building closer to the girl. Remembering what this ally was supposed to look like nothing was out of place. She wasn't silent in her approach, she wasn't trained for that, but she was quiet.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 6, 2015 16:09:43 GMT -8
*Ronin felt the force around him light up as if that small voice was a flame that lit a powder keg of activity. Two different types of force presence reached out, one light one dark in nature. Sith and Jedi both on this planet? Great just what he needed, the religious left and right fanatics laying claim you a young child. Ronin picked up his pace and turned down an alley just to see a similar figure turning into the same alley just opposite of him. Ronin's pace was that of a normal walk, but within his eyes were picking up every detail. The air in the area seemed to grow heavy, and tense. This figure was definitely a sith. Ronin called out to a small figure of a female huddled against a wall.*
"Hello young lady, I'm Doctor Matango. I'm making my final rounds tonight and was wondering if you needed any medical attention, food, or a place to sleep tonight?"
*His years prior as an assassin meant he always was carrying his weapons just in case a patient needed protecting. Ronin hoped it didn't turn violent, but who was he to just hand over a young girl to those religious freaks?!*
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 6, 2015 16:14:39 GMT -8
"Thank you Doctor Mantango for your assistance but I'll take it from here."
The Sith's voice was stern, authoritative as he approached the man who had entered the same alley as he.
Andor's eyes didn't leave Ronin's as he called out to the girl
"Valerie, I'm here to keep you safe. I'm your safety." He whispered.
He could feel tension rising in the Force. The Doctor wasn't the only one coming for this girl. There were others. He could feel them closing in fast.
"We need to hurry or we're going to run into trouble."
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