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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 13, 2014 22:00:08 GMT -8
*He knew what his brother was thinking and chuckled and slid the second bottle back and took the third but held it for a moment thinking, mulling over thoughts and ideas, after all he and his brother were two sides of the same coin, one of them specializing in alchemy and the arts as well as biological, the other specializing in mechanical and chemical and yet when their work had come to fruition it was all beautiful. Works of art, and the results that their works carried were etched into stone and had provided rich crimson liquid for the fauna of the planets they had both razed.*
"I know what you are thinking, and if I had your talent, I would have already modified it even more. I am sure I can handle dealing with your poking about so long as whatever you provide I can then turn and use for my...toys"
*A deep chuckle left his lips, his hand holding the neck of the bottle and swung it to his lips taking a deep swig, his chin pointed to the tattered ceiling, the thick scar undulating as he drank and then set it down with a satisfied sigh
Mulling the words of his brother over in his head it was true, the universe itself was under new orders, new commands. The theologies of the past, the continuing fallacies that people served under all prevailed and yet the ants that called themselves Ji'Dai and Sith were all slaves, milling about doing as told because they were told to. True freedom it seemed was the real truth and yet for most to experience it, they would need to be moments from their own demise to understand its true beauty.
Thinking deeply he shook his head, his laboratories on two different planets were long gone, not just as a result of the bounties placed upon him but these pathetic flesh sacks were predictable. When it came time for war and battle, they always wanted to buy the best with whatever they could afford, even their own children but when wars had ended, they expected everything they had given up to be returned in full. The fickle were weak, useless puss producing sacks and should either be enslaved to work or die off. Material was scarce enough without them guzzling and stuffing their homes and faces with such useless things.
Though the times may have passed and the factions fell under new banners and names, there was one truth to all of it. Everyone wanted power, having it opened doors and expanding it pushed influence and so on and so forth. This consistant desire for it was the rise and fall of every single name, title, rank and the like and it is why most streets would run red. He himself in younger days was caught up in this cycle but it was all verbal, all for show. To truely have something, you must understand that you have and are nothing and therefore will truly understand what the smallest thing you have is worth and what many uses can be dirived from it.
On this thought train he sighed, his places to have and begin were gone and they were going to need to start somewhere. He had money, that was always easy to get, a few parlor tricks, a few fighting bets and even a few under the table contracts to make people...experience early retirement and one would find their pockets and accounts decently fed. *
"If you are nothing like your younger self then I have aged like spoiled blue milk that has curdled under Jabba's fat"
*He laughed and then grimaced at the thought of what he had said then quickly took a deep swig on the bottle, the amber liquid sloshing around*
"I have money and the weapons on my back. What we need is a little direction and labs and we can begin seeing just what there is out there and how we can push into cracks in this universe and see where things may fall. These dominos are just as unstable as they were when we were out and about and im sure that it would not take long for us to find a place to take and make ours for...uses"
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Post by Kyp on Aug 15, 2014 8:01:57 GMT -8
The small building's second floor windows kept lighting up with multi-coloured explosions. There was no sound, just light which added to the confusion of any onlookers. This continued for about two hours before there was a real explosion. The light this time was a bright green, unusual for any flame, and the flames licked out of the shattering windows. Part of the roof was blown off and many things were ejected out of the now glass-less windows. This all happened in muted silence.
The first thing to break that silence was a small object that had been blown out of a south facing window. This was not just a piece of debris, it was Kyp, the orchestrator of the explosion. He grumbled to himself angrily as he slowly picked himself up. Dusting off the ash and soot from his now charred and dirty clothes he began to head for the door. Before he walked inside he looked around, noticing a small crowd of people starring at the scene. He smiled at them before proceeding inside.
After a short climb up the stairs he arrived back at the door to his lab, now only being held on by the bottom hinge and scorched black on the inside. Walking inside the small green being made straight for a cupboard that was built into the wall on the left of the door. Opening the blackened door and ignoring the shards of glass a metallic shrapnel he grabbed a bag and his rifle. His long rifle was much taller than he was but other than that looked very plain indeed. He had out stayed his welcome in this building and it was time to leave. Usually that would be very complicated to disassemble his experiments and equipment but the latest chain reaction seemed to sort that out for him.
Using his rifle as a walking stick he left the building by the back door and began to wonder aimlessly through the streets.
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 15, 2014 14:41:28 GMT -8
**Ferinus' head snapped around as he heard an explosion right out from....somewhere.
Squinting his onyx eyes, he shook his head and turned back to Phantom. The Correllian Sector was known for its criminal dealings and less-than-savory characters. There was bound to be some extreme act of violence perpetrated every now and then. Being the Sith Lord that he was, Ferinus was all too supportive of whoever the perpetrator of the explosion was.
But now it was time to get back to the matter at hand. Ferinus gave a check from left to right before leaning in closer to his brother. His mind projected a subtle Force energy surrounding them. It wouldn't hurt anyone, but it would persuade anyone who looked their way to quickly become disinterested and look another way.**
"You are right, my brother. What we need is not superficial. What we need is something substantial where we can begin our work anew. What we need can't be bought or bartered for on any market that I know of. It is far more ancient and sinister in nature..."
**Ferinus downed the last of his Sarlacc Kicker and motioned for another.**
"I know of a place, Phantom. Perhaps I never told you of it before, but it has pervaded my thoughts of late. It was a different time, many years ago. I was a different person, as were you. The galaxy strung a different chord back then."
**A third Sarlacc Kicker was set in front of him, of which he took a deep swig. He burped.**
"Kamino, Phantom. Shortly after detonating our quarters in the old KSA, cementing our defection from Feral, Malofus, if you remember him, Ver'metus and I built our own academy deep beneath the depths of Kamino. We thought there we would be free to pursue our studies, free from Feral and the others who may have sought to hunt us down."
**Ferinus drank again.**
"Of course, that academy eventually fell too. I haven't seen or sensed Malofus since. Despite this, I know there are still secrets down there. Secrets and equipment, relics even. Secrets that haven't been touched in a decade.....but I believe we could find our way through again."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 15, 2014 17:51:17 GMT -8
*His head snapping to the sound of the explosion, his one hand holding the bottle while the other had curled his middle and ring fingers back towards his wrist, the move was subtle and could easily have been mistaken for a rustle of the overcoat and yet he had access to his weapons faster than most because of it
Seeing how there was nothing immediate he relaxed his hand and took a swig from the bottle listening to his brother talk, as he listened, his right eye rolled back in his skull and scanned the room, looking for anyone quick to move or drawing any attention, should someone do so they would be dispatched quickly and without hesitation. Seeing nothing of the sort, the eye rolled back to the front and tightened its viewing lens on his brother.
Hearing the old names it brought a deep growl which reverberated through his chest. The defection was a part in his younger years he hated the most. The direction, the path, everything he had known had been shattered. Those he called brothers were gone and had left him with their former master. It had taken time but anger and vengeance had been the fuel that he needed, his desire to learn, control, build and crush any in his path lead him to severing their old masters head but hearing that they all had left to begin anew and left him behind, that was something...unexpected*
"I don't know how to respond to that brother, for so long I thought you and the others had been torn from this world and through it all you were buried in that waterlogged hole with so much at your disposal and no one reached out to me. In hindsight had I known only a few choices would have been offered"
*He took a deep drink from the bottle, about a quarter of the amber liquid was left. He set it down, the liquor splashing on itself as through it was vying to get out*
"He would have had sent me to kill you in which case I would have joined with you all and he would have hunted us all, or he would have gone himself and done the work. It is better that it worked out this way though still..."
*He let it sit there, hanging. The logic was there and emotion was the enemy of those who sought a fuller life. Getting caught up lead to mistakes and this was for the best. The remains of an old academy though, the places he was sure his brother had built, they were all what they needed and he cracked a smile*
"Well it seems we know where we are headed next. I am sure Ver'metus is alive and kicking but if this place has been abandoned in the time you say, then he may not come looking, and if he does, I am sure we can make a decision"
*Raising the bottle and draining the rest of what made the bottle useful, he tossed it back and took the next one*
"Last one for me, though I highly suggest you carry better inventory but you did well, and here, for your compliance and excellant service take this as a tip and a token"
*Reaching in his cloak he took out a small disc, it was inlay with different rare metals and was about 3 inches thick and about 5 inches in diameter*
"It is combined ores from a few planets, you can hold onto it or sell it, your choice"
*Turning his back to the bartender and seeing the bartenders glee as he ran to the back he looked at his brother, a sadistic look in his eye and slid the cloak on his wrist up. Calling up a holopad built into a part of his arm he tapped a few times and set a timer and then lowered the arm and held his full bottle*
"When do we leave dear brother?"
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 16, 2014 10:39:38 GMT -8
**Ferinus stared long and hard at his brother as he spoke. It was true that those were sensitive times. Different times. They had all been so secure with another at the academy. At one point, their bonds with each other had been stronger than any blood relation in the galaxy. But parasites were introduced into the system. Weaknesses crawled their way through the ranks and, ultimately, corrupted the entire established hierarchy.
For Ferinus, he knew he had left Feral to become his own Sith. He knew back then that true strength would never be attained unless one ended their service to the other. His decision had not come without consequences, including leaving those he knew behind in order to achieve a greater goal.**
"I knew not where you stood, dear brother. I never thought you'd be willing to kill me, but if given the order by Feral.....I knew I couldn't take that chance. After all, when Feral had Vitiosus and Sinistra hunted, he could very well have asked me to kill my old master. Honestly, I'm not sure what I would have done back then were that order given to me. We were all loyal to each other....but Feral was so much stronger than us.....at the time, anyway."
**Ferinus gave a crooked smile to Phantom.**
"I did have this crazy thought once that if he ever did send you after me, then our final duel would have leveled an entire planet. I had many a dream about that level of carnage."
**Ferinus chuckled at the sight of the bartender scuttling away from them, clinging to an object that would only grant him a temporary reprieve from his otherwise inevitably short life. The things certain individuals coveted these days.
The Sith Lord's onyx eyes lit up as Phantom asked him the question.**
"As soon as we can. We need a submarine....and a ship strong enough to carry it."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 16, 2014 16:57:30 GMT -8
"I don't think I would have, maybe in order to cull the promise of more from Feral but trust me, looking back now, I would not have needed to though at the time you are right, who knows what would have happened. Hindsight is always so clear and at times just so annoying"
*He smiled back and raised the half empty bottle and took a deep drink from it and had a satisfied sigh after it*
"We would have, with what was at our disposal at the time along with what we do when we are bored and what happens when we spar...it would have been a very glorious and welcome end"
*His eyes flicked to the bartender who had gone away and smiled to himself and reached out to his brother with the force, his voice a whisper, the trailing of a ghost and his words were bright with delight*
Let us see how much he enjoys that. It is a new toy of mine and I had a look at his schedule while scanning the place, its set to go off when he should be in his home with his family but it releases an odorless gas with metallic particles in it. The skin does what it does best which is open pores for the body and the shards are absorbed into the pores. Once the internal scanner computes the space is filled with the optimum amount of the gas it will alight and the shards will slowly burn their way into their skin almost melting it off their bones and they will feel every moment of it because it does not target a bodily system, it all happens slowly at once
*He licked his lips, the mere thought of the brutality had him alive again and smiled wickedly, his lips parted and his teeth glinting, long ivory white rows which were medically replaced and sharpened to points and licked them before taking a deep pull and finishing his last bottle*
"Well now there poses an issue, my old fleets have gone and been that way for some time, going to and from as I wanted has been...more taxing than usual though being among these sacks of fluid, I realize that I want them all eradicated more than I did before. What boring bothersome things. Do you have an idea for both of these things?"
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 17, 2014 9:30:03 GMT -8
**Ferinus' eyes opened with delight as his brother gave the delicious explanation for that device. It was sheer brilliance. Elegant in its design yet deadly in its execution, everything the Master Alchemist always strove for in his every work. Ferinus spoke in the Force back to his brother.**
<<Brother, that is sheer brilliance. I must wholeheartedly commend you. That cretin and those beings of filth he calls his loved ones will never know what hit them once that glorious moment comes. Oh, if only to be a fly on that wall, mind you a very well-protected fly.>>
**Ferinus mulled his brother's question over. Finding and assembling a fleet took years, years they did not have to spend on one specific matter. They needed to act now or risk becoming grossly inadequate in this new universe. There just had to be a way to streamline the process. Ferinus downed his third Sarlacc Kicker when it dawned on him.**
"A ship would take far too long. I have a shuttle, meager as it is. It will serve our purposes. We should just travel to Kamino and steal one of their submarines. They surely won't be needing it as much as we will, after all...."
**His lips curled into a crooked sneer.**
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 17, 2014 15:03:46 GMT -8
Good point about the well protected, I am tailoring it to take out organic material and then disarm itself and become completely useless after it goes off so that traces of its use don't harm people after the fact, so if we use this, storm a building after it goes off, it would not cling to us and it would not be an issue for tracing either, it would just look like normal dust
*Hearing how they would make their way he laughed deeply and drained the bottle tossing it back and cracked his neck to either side, resounding pops coming from his neck and wiggled his fingers, clearly ready to do so*
"I am on board with this plan, its faster and much much more fun, would you like to lead the way?"
*Looking around the bar he waited for his brother to head out and waited to follow*
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 21, 2014 20:43:05 GMT -8
**Ferinus looked from left to right, then nodded toward his brother.**
"Indeed, brother. Follow me."
**The Sith Lord rose, threw his hood over his face and left the bar, sensing Phantom following closely behind him. The alchemist's boots clapped softly on the dirty pavement of the Correllian streets as they passed by the grimy buildings and tumbling garbage. His mind was already set in motion. The workings of this useless world were now beneath him. He and his brother in darkness were now setting his plans into motion. There was nothing else that mattered now.
As they walked up to his shuttle, the ramp descended and the medical droid AR-4 stood at the top.**
::Welcome back, my Lord. It is good to see you.::
"Give it a rest, rust-bucket. Plot a course for Kamino immediately."
**The droid nodded and the ramp closed behind the two Sith. The shuttle lifted off from the ground and catapulted into the night sky.**
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Post by Corr on Mar 3, 2015 20:47:56 GMT -8
After settling The Chapel down in her berth Priest unfolded himself from his chair and made the descent into the hold. His cargo sat sullenly on the floor of his cell, cowed into silence by his captors implacable demeanor. Priest studied him with disinterest. He had been like every other mark so far. First the try to bargain. Then beg. Threats were next followed by anger. This sullen silence would soon deteriorate once again into begging when presented with the client. Still, this package would have it better than most if his information was correct. Its was the removal of freedom that most found hard to adjust to, even if such freedom was little more than an illusion in this day and age.
"Time to go, ad'ika."
The stylish suit the mark wore was crumpled and stained, though still obvious in its quality of weave. The once immaculate hair was now unkempt and scruffy around the young mans head and a couple of days growth of stubble stained the pale face. Priest hit a command on his gauntlet causing the cell door to open and smoothly drew his blaster.
"Up you get. Its almost over now."
The man offered no resistance. No words. He seemed beaten and morose. The bearded warrior kept his blaster on him nonetheless. Priest hadn't bothered with his helmet. His armour consisted of the battered breastplate, boots, gauntlets and the jetpack. Weapons of beskad and twin blaster pistols. He had left his repeating blaster on the bridge. He had surprises scattered about his person but the visible weapons are the ones of note as he follows the mark towards the hatch.
They were waiting for him outside...
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Post by Kairos on Mar 4, 2015 18:48:33 GMT -8
Wrinkling his nose against the noxious fumes permeating the hangar bay Valus Jaxter watched through narrowed eyes as the bounty hunter guided the prize off the ship and down onto the scarred ferocrete floor. These older ships were a nightmare for his sinuses. His eyes were already threatening to water due to the coolant on the air, an unacceptable situation in such circumstances. He did not want to appear soft or tender in front of such a character as this Priest guy. Though seemingly past his prime the man moved with the lethal precision of a killer and had come highly recommended by his contacts in the Mandalore system. Suddenly his attempt to portray strength by bringing several of his hired thugs, two humans a Trandoshan and a Whiphid, seemed rather foolish, their bully-boy abilities likely a poor second to a seasoned veteran like the mercenary.
A movement to his left drew his eyes sharply as Ferrik, a gaunt pock faced man to his left, reached a hand towards his sidearm.
"No!"
He held both his hands out to his sides to forestall any such antics from the other three. It would not do to provoke the Mandalorian he was sure. Any thought of playing false with this guy were fast fading the more Valus watched him. There was little reaction to the aborted draw but the broker did notice that Priest had positioned himself so he was covered by the body of the man he was delivering. If they were to attack the bounty hunter they would risk burning holes in the man they had come to collect.
"We're all friends here. No need for any mistrust, right?"
He smiled thinly, pleased that his voice had carried its usual commanding snap. He arched an eyebrow at the armoured figure, hands moving forward slightly, palms up in a gesture almost of supplication.
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Post by Corr on Mar 5, 2015 18:28:10 GMT -8
The blaster in his hand remained steadily aimed straight at the bottom of his cargo's back. A twitch either side would put the men that were waiting for him in the line of fire while he remained partially covered behind their valuable prize. He betrayed no reaction as one of the men moved a hand towards his sidearm, nor did he give any indication that he heard the broker when he ordered him to belay the motion. His eyes found the man known as Jaxter, his contact here, the slate grey orbs dispassionately studying his features. He had never met the information broker before but had dealt with him from afar. He had an unsavory reputation, but then who didn't in this line of work? While usually a peddler of information to interested parties Priest knew the man to get involved in bounty drop offs like this. He was a necessary middleman at times and one that boasted openly of the impartial services he offered.
Priests eyes narrowed. He knew the stories. The betrayals. In this line of work a double cross generally meant death for one or more parties. If Jaxter stood here then there was unlikely anyone alive to refute his claims of honesty and integrity.
The words uttered from his mouth did little to endear Priest to the man, and the smile was nothing if not cold and aloof. With a slight tilt of his head, eyes flickering left and right to take in the other four men, an unnecessary movement on his part him having already gauged their positions and threat the moment he had stepped from his ship. No, he let them know he was watching them with such an act. An attempt to forestall anyone doing anything stupid should nerves get a little frayed. Priest had to assume this was no the only muscle the broker had in play, and that the hangar was being watched by at least one pair of eyes. He cursed himself for not donning his helmet, the HUD contained therein housing enough advanced electronic for him to scan this whole block, and let the silence linger a few extra seconds. He kept his amusement from his face as he watched Jaxter stand awkwardly with his hands outstretched before he spoke in a heavily accented growl.
"We are not friends, aruetii..."
The steely gaze did the rounds again, lingering on each of those present for half a heartbeat before moving on. The breath of Kad whispered in his ear, speaking of distrust and betrayed. He could smell the fear from the captive, the heightened anxiety of each of the men facing him as they questioned whether they would be called upon to shed blood for the man they served. His own soul was calm, prepared. The steady hand of The Destroyer at his side, ready to guide him should he need. It was so much a part of his now that he accepted the divine chorus without thought, allowed it to guide his hand in things.
"You are a delivery man, nothing more, irrelevant of how many clowns you bring to the party..."
Once again he glanced at the others, this time his lip twitching in disdain.
"Deliver my payment and you can take the merchandise."
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Post by Eliana Shan on Mar 5, 2015 23:16:44 GMT -8
Priest was right in his assumption. The hangar was watched by another pair of eyes, crystal blue behind a translucent orange strip visor. However, the eyes did not belong to more of the broker's hired muscle: they belonged to a solitary female, perched high up on the hangar's upper maintenance levels.
She had tracked the vessel from Ruusan, after one of her sorting algorithms had thrown up a red flag on it. This was a ship of interest, as was its cargo, and she was back in her old habits of watching and gathering information. When the craft's pilot had been contacted and given an approach heading, she had been the one feeding him that data: she had selected this warehouse as the rendezvous point, manipulating both his heading and the broker's. Alena Karso manipulated so much, controlled so much, on Nar Shaddaa, yet remained undetected.. It was almost amusing. She had never dreamed that this was where she would be at this point in her life...
So it was that she watched the exchange happening down below, but she was still hearing it happen as if it was right in front of her. She had planted the bugs in the hangar already, had planted multiple escape routes as well, and was now simply content to observe, an energy spider sitting in her glitterstim web, waiting for her prey to twitch in just the right way before the strike.
Her eyes narrowed as she observed the men down below. The one with the captive looked strikingly familiar in his gait and his mannerisms, but she couldn't quite place him. The broker, she had had her eye on as well, but that was all part of the job. Information was a valuable resource on the Smuggler's Moon, and anyone dealing in it would invariably be under the scrutiny of others doing the same. A middleman, a broker, a courier, they were all different titles for the same profession, and it was not one that Alena could afford to be behind the times on. His hired goons, though.. they were nothing. Easy to distract, easy to prompt into overreactions, easy to manipulate.
The real prize, though, was the cargo. This particular man, though his true identity had eluded her (making him just that much more interesting), seemed to be of interest to both major parties, and no doubt to at least one more. That made him be of interest to her, and if there was a way out for the two of them, she would find it. After all, she had already planned several escape routes. Her bugs and preinstalled systems would more than take care of that..
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Post by Kairos on Mar 6, 2015 15:19:30 GMT -8
Vals hands dropped to his sides and a look of profound regret came to his sharp features. The shake of his head was slow and morose, as if he were truly upset to be bringing forth bad news. The thugs stood tense to either side, knowing that this was the moment most likely to determine their fates.
"Unfortunately payment for this cargo must be forestalled pending a thorough physical examination of this man."
His urbane tone did its best to offer the statement in as soothing a way as possible but Zalus knew it would not be received well even if he'd dressed it up in candy. He turned and strolled casually to his right, to where discarded cargo crates dotted the scarred ferocrette floor, some piled up to a height well above his own scalp. Positioning himself next to one such obstacle he faced the Mandalorian again, once again spreading his hand.
"I'm sure you can understand our clients concerns. You Mandalorians are know for your... overzealous ways."
He gestured to the cargo who had remained silent throughout the exchange, head bowed, eyes on his feet. Was it defeat? Had the Mando utterly crushed his spirit? Either way his reticence was something he could use.
"Look at him. Has he a tongue or did you see fit to remove something that offended you. If he is damaged you will be docked pay. We can't do that if you are away and free..."
Again the smile, this time with a hint of malevolence.
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Post by Corr on Mar 6, 2015 15:59:59 GMT -8
There it was, Priest thought. No matter how many times idiocy reared its ugly head in the galaxy he could not stop himself from feeling amazement. Someone once said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results. That being the case then insanity seemed to be the lifeblood that held the galaxy together not the shabla Jetii Force. There was always an angle trying be worked, always a chump trying to turn a quick profit without putting the work in. What happened to paying for what you ordered and getting paid for what you promise? Customer service was in trouble when the customer couldn't keep his side of the game...
He watched as Valus Jaxter made his way towards the crate, no doubt seeking to distance himself from the firefight he presumed would erupt between Priest and the hired muscle. He had to give the man credit, he was smooth. The Mandalorian resisted the urge to drill hot light through the smug face, knowing that were he to attack it would have to be in the right order for him to get out of this. Biggest threat first and all that. Problem was adequately analysing the most problematic of his foes and he once again lamented not bringing his buy'ce to the party.
"Fair enough, ner vode..." He reached out a hand and gripped the cargo by the back of the neck, stepping backwards and pulling the silent technician along with him as he backed towards the hatch. "There are other interested parties. Hopefully one that won't break contract."
He took another step back. The hatch was only three meters away now, the safety of his ship so close. He could easily make it alone but having to pull the cargo... He paused suddenly, anger flaring in his heart, eyes narrowing as he snarled behind his beard.
"But don't worry. Tell your employer that I WILL be paying them a visit very soon. A contract is a sacred oath to my brotherhood, burc'ya, and a broken contract must not go unanswered. I usually like to break something in return...
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Post by Kairos on Mar 6, 2015 16:15:18 GMT -8
At first he thought the bounty hunter was going to meekly acceded to the demands but somehow he knew that was too good to be true. He was also taken aback a little by the shift from calm assertion of finding another buyer to the venomous threat to visit the client in kind. It as enough to make him chuckle and a bark of laughter escaped him. Who did this guy think he was? His employers were not to be just paid a visit and spanked just because a bounty hunter found himself vexed. Still... If this went south and any fallout found its way up the chain to... No. He could not allow that. His own skin would be peeled from his torso should they hear of his play. All his carefully stacked cards would fall around him leaving him vulnerable not only to those nhe had tharted, but those who would seek to take what was his.
Such was the nature of the game, he thought ruefully.
"Well... I'm sorry you feel that way."
He gestured as he spoke, a sharp chop of the hand that was the prearranged signal for his men to take down the bounty hunter. They used stun bolts to avoid damaging the prize but would seek to employ lethal force if they could. Dropping down behind a crate Valus watched as the Trandoshan unslung a repeating blaster, while the other two ripped their side-arms from their holsters.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Mar 6, 2015 18:56:08 GMT -8
Valus's prearranged signal was just as much a signal for the technicolour-haired girl up high. Her right hand flew over to her left wrist, pressing a single button on her holographic keyboard. That single button sent out a signal, routed through her HUD, that set off the specialized bugs down below. Except they weren't just bugs.. They were sonic emitters.
Sound was always something that was underestimated. It could incapacitate any number of species, it could be directed, and it could be controlled. And down below, the sonic emitters went off in directed waves across approximate head-height above the ground, an ear-splitting cacophony of high-pitched shrieking bouncing around the warehouse.
Alena was thankful that her visor had been modified recently to account for these systems. It was the only thing on her that could have counted as "armour", and it was quite helpful for being so small. The visor's base had been modified to cover her ears, after her last adventure had revealed the usefulness of sonic mines. She was pleased that it was already coming in so very handy.. She felt bad for anyone who found themselves in this sort of situation without any sort of helmet or HUD. Those things were invaluable...
She smiled as she watched the chaos ensue. The moment she got a feel for everyone's reactions, she would drop down and grab the cargo. She knew she would only have a few seconds at best to make her move...
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Mar 6, 2015 19:53:06 GMT -8
Priest reacted to the move by his antagonists with the unbridled violence for which he was trained, exploding like a coiled spring into action. He flung backwards with his left hand, throwing his charge to the ground behind him, and stepping to the side to cover. Despite allowing the marks body to covering him earlier such a move was a hedge only. He never would have allowed any of these idiots to harm such a valuable asset. His hand came back via his thigh where it scooped up the second deathhammer, raising it to join its twin in commencing firing. The first shot had left the right-hand blaster before the left-hand was in position, burning a crimson bolt towards the Trandoshan with the repeater. He was just squeezing the trigger of his left hand when his brain exploded.
"Kad haar'chak!"
The curse came out in a strangled gasp as his hands came up to either side of his head, blasters warm against his temple. The pain in his skull was horrifying as the sound waves assaulted his senses, causing him to drop to one knee. His vision went black around the edges and he lowered his head, heedless of the precarious situation he was in. Still, despite the near-incapacitation Kad's steady presence buoyed him and lent him strength. His head cleared somewhat though the pain still burned behind his eyes and, shockingly, heroically, he began to struggle back to his feet...
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Post by Kairos on Mar 6, 2015 20:59:33 GMT -8
The thugs dropped as one, crumpling to their knees then onto their backs as their weapons clattered to the ferocrette floor. The TRandoshans tongue lolled out in a silent scream and the WHiphid made mournful grunting sounds as he rocked back and forth on his back with hands jammed over his ears. The humans were no less affected, crying out and holding the sides of their heads.
Valus too felt the needles stabbing into his mind, a torrent of pain raging through his skull. He fell against the crate and flopped like a boned fish to the floor. As he dropped he pulled out his comlink with a shaking hand, screwing his face up in concentration until he was able to activate the device. He rolled over to his back as the comlink sent a burst transmission to his backup that he had lurking two blocks away. If the signal got through they would arrive within minutes of the signal being received...
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 7, 2015 12:32:18 GMT -8
Bright lights of the Corellian Sector shone like beacons in the night, luring in tourists and regulars to the casinos, bars, and pleasure houses. Simpler folk without a spare cred to waste on "getting lucky" had closed themselves away in their homes, tending to loved ones or their own needs. Above it all, Adelle sat on top of a high rise apartment complex, cross-legged with her hands on her knees. A cool breeze swept over the rooftops, rustling her clothes and the tails of the green sash she wore around her waist. The sounds of crowded streets and cruising speeders drifted up from far below. Adelle had come here on behalf of her father, to heal a friend and contact of his. And after what her father did for her on Coruscant, how could she say no?
The skyline she stared at blurred, shifting its lines and blending into another skyline entirely. Adelle inhaled sharply then closed her eyes, breathing out slowly. Coruscant was far from here and what happened there had happened. The nightmares, the addiction and amnesia, the torture; All those were past, water under the bridge. Here, in the present, she was Adelle Bastiel, Jedi Knight, CorSec liaison agent, and a healer. Controlled by no one, tortured by no one, hunted by no one—currently. She opened her eyes again. The dazzling neon of Nar Shaddaa's Corellian Sector glared at her, as unchanging as ever. A small smile hovered around the corners of her mouth. Her amnesic PTSD episodes were dwindling.
Adelle closed her eyes again and eased herself into the current of the Force. Life hummed all around her, fair and foul. Throes of pleasure, winning thrills, pangs of loss, shifting deals. But the current pulled her from the vibrant night life, away from the Corellian Sector entirely. The Refugee Sector had the distinct feel of a choked stream, life trying to make a living and somehow continuing on. She followed the pull until it ended in a turbulent eddy, a group of people clustered around one area and centered around one person. Na'an was there, her presence all fire and steel and worry. Adelle frowned. She'd thought Na'an had gone to work on a farm after Felucia. But if Na'an was here, Leigh was as well. Which meant trouble since they were involved in the whirlpool of conflict. Adelle brushed her presence against Na'an's, letting her know she was on the planet in case she needed more back-up than a tall, armored combat droid could give. Just in case.
She stood and stretched then headed for the turbolift that brought her up here. She'd seen quite a few younger agents and trackers parkour their way down the sides of buildings like this one, but they were grandiose overtures that said nothing of their skill and did nothing but gain them hidden mockery. Adelle saved those kinds of things for when impressions actually made a difference. She pushed a button and headed down to the ground, as ordinary as could be.
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