Mel Tervho
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Post by Mel Tervho on Oct 26, 2013 20:06:24 GMT -8
Mel didn't sleep more than a few minutes that night, back in her drab uniform. She scrubbed the skin on her thighs red and raw to get the grease off, then took alcohol and rags to scrub Lola thoroughly. She sat at a table in the common area, earbuds jammed in as she listened to a local radio station blaring in her ears and drowning out the comings and goings. She couldn't figure out how to say anything to Sep since it would require admitting to him that she had felt something and she wasn't ready to feel like that much of an idiot twice in one day. She shrugged it off and poured her anger to scraping the grease and gravel off Lola's case.
Before dawn lit the dull city, she set out with purpose and a clean Lola, draped in a cloak that covered her head and the case in her hand. She found another rooftop to occupy, getting a good vantage point of the main door of the warehouse. She uplinked her scope back to Vith on the Soul of the Fire. Her hoarse whisper sounded alert but with an edge of tiredness to it.
I'm set here. Vith, you reading me here?
Vith called back affirmative and readied Leos and Tib to their respective surveillance points. Mel laid there in the cool air of the dawning morning, replaying the look in his eyes as she waited the hours away. Traffic picked up, people headed to work, and life continued unaware of the hidden Mandalorian hunters. The cartel boys showed up in the late morning, Mets trailing up the back. They opened the warehouse doors and moved the painted crates to an area free of clutter in the center of the warehouse. It was Tib who initially spotted them and radioed to Mel. She waited until they were in her sights before she radioed to Vith.
Targets acquired. Visual confirmation of arrival. Targets are dressed in long black cloaks. I've got a bad feeling about this.
Vith pulled the images and ran facial recognition software on them, waiting for the terminal to spit the identities of the men out. He whistled before he replied back to the field team, transmitting their dossiers.
Identities confirmed. Say hello to Viktor Tupelov, Inquisitor of the Sith Order and Andrei Lysenko, Senior Engineer of Dromund Kaas Naval Command. These guys are mid-level Sith, why would they be using back channels to get this stuff?"
Mel crunched down on a hard candy, looking over the files a moment before turning her attention back to the exchange happening in the warehouse. She whispered back her thoughts as cartel finished up their work.
My guess is that this is something clandestine. Something they need to hide, which should scare the hell out of all of us. What is so illicit that even Sith would hide it from their superiors? Something that is no good to anyone, that's what. What's the move? Do we let them take it to Dromund Kaas or do we eliminate the targets now?
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 27, 2013 15:49:31 GMT -8
Taung hadnt slept well, though he had slept. He had considered cleaning Lola and her case, but when he poked his head into the common area Mel had been working on it so hard, and she had had the volume on the earbuds turned up so loud that he could hear it from two meters away, and decided against a more direct approach. He had laid in his bunk thinking, or trying to think, of the mission, being only somewhat successful. That was the only problem with knowing you had to wait...it gave you too much time to think and one's mind started to wander. His mind had kept wandering back to the look of Mel's eyes and hair that evening in the street lights.
Morning found him sitting in the cockpit in full beskar'gam, watching what events he could through his HUD and listening to the rest. Sith Inquisitors and Naval Personnel from Dromuund Kaas, he thought. That made sense. The Sith were well organized and well funded, and they loved high powered weapons. But a couple of mid level Sith were hardly their target at this stage. The engineer, if he was at the end of the trail, was the real danger.
Let them go. Taking out a couple of lower level Sith won't get us the prize, and only alert someone that they have been tracked prematurely. We'll see where they go on Dromuund Kaas before we take the next step. Don't focus too hard on a Siit, they can feel the eyes...literally.
Taung dropped his head to his chin thinking. The Sith werent so afraid as to show themselves in daylight, granted on a historically Hutt run planet, but they didnt order the crystals themselves either. If it wasnt their wayward intern engineer, having crystals used in lightsabers, but more suited in size to fit on a vehicle or starship, probably didnt bode well if Sith were involved.
Continue observation until they are gone, see if you can get a transponder or ship ID if you're able. If not, don't sweat it. Then rally back here and we'll hit space.
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Mel Tervho
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Post by Mel Tervho on Oct 27, 2013 17:05:06 GMT -8
Mel watched them conclude their business and move their cargo out. As soon as they were out of sight, Tib and Leos picked them up with the scanner and followed them back to a private docking bay. Vith managed to get the transponder codes off the ship while Mel dissembled Lola and slid her back into the fitted cutout slots in her case. Tib and Leos arrived back as Mel was walking up the ramp, her body aching from the lack of rest. She dropped Lola in her bunk, and sank into a chair of the common area. She looked as though she was no longer seeing anything clearly but inside she still felt as though her pulse beat with the hooves of a wild herd of bison, pounding through the plains.
Vith commented on the new information, everyone taking note of the twist in who was the buyer of the crates.
"Looks like they are aboard a Wayfarer freighter from Dromund Kaas called Confessor. It has made three other trips here, always the same passengers. The interval between their visits is uneven. There's no record of what they were here for. The last visit was three years ago.
Mel picked her head up and looked around, asking the question everyone was thinking.
"Are we going to Dromund Kaas?"
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 27, 2013 17:49:07 GMT -8
"Yes. We'll grab some kind of cargo, something expensive, but not too expensive, slap some kind of official looking stamps on it, and head to there. Hopefully we can get in close enough to the planet, and with luck to the ground near enough to get a position fix before, or if, they find the transmitter and it dies. Then we get off planet. It would be too risky to sit there too long. But knowing exactly where will help for further planning. If we can't, we grab what info we can from orbit while they chase us off and we'll try something else."
He looked around the room.
"Thoughts or other ideas?"
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Post by Mel Tervho on Oct 27, 2013 18:33:41 GMT -8
"Anything that doesn't take us to a Sith homeworld in the middle of a war on Force users?"
Tib wasn't really enthusiastic about their new destination. Mel shook her head. She couldn't blame him, it was the last place she would want to be either. She looked at all their faces, tired and having some serious second thoughts about tracking the shipment to a known Sith stronghold. The Sith Order on Dromund Kaas was a den of trained and fanatical dark sided force users. They might not have been waging war across the galaxy but even Mandalorians knew their planet was tainted with that corrupted presence that the perverse Sith wielded.
No one wanted to say no to Taung, this was their mission and if their boss said jump, they would do it. Sep stood up, setting his shoulders to have the ship lift off. He was almost out of the common area when Mel stopped them all with a stern voice.
"No."
She rubbed her eyes and pushed herself up out of the chair.
"Dromund Kaas is a suicide mission. Even if we manage to land on enemy ground in the middle of a war, Sith are naturally suspicious and we're asking to get found out. What are you hoping to find? The actual spy who stole the information or the people who are using it? If you want to know who is trying to follow that research, you have your answer. Sith Order Naval Command. There is no halfway with the Sith, Taung. We can go there, we can spy and we will pay for it with our lives, but you better be prepared to pay that cost. So how much is that answer worth? Is it worth your life or Gaeza's?"
Mel looked around, and let a huge sigh out as she relaxed her shoulders.
"I'll take Lola to my death, but I want to hear you say that this mission is worth that price before I go. What did they steal Taung? What do they have that is worth our lives?"
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 27, 2013 18:51:51 GMT -8
Mel had stopped his line of thought cold. He had forgotten that he had Gaeza with him...and the others...he was too used to working as a lone wolf, using any means at his disposal to get in or out of a situation. She was right. It didnt take much of a leap to figure that the Sith Navy was tied directly into whatever they were up to. Finding a single location on a planet wouldnt do any good if they would have to invade the entire planet anyway. And Gaeza...what would a world steeped in the dark side, and coated in dark side users do to her? She had expressed her own doubts, even on Garqi which only had a Sith presence there...but on a planet that was overflowing with them? Without the necessary mental disciplines she would get noticed as if there was a bright light switched on at night.
She was right. Going to Dromuund Kaas wouldnt gain enough intelligence to justify the risk, to the men and women around him, let alone his daughter.
Taung's face changed as his mind ran through these thoughts, everyone could see that his mind changed gears and his determination ebb.
"No...you're right. To do anything about what we learned we would have to invade the planet with thousands of troops to get at where ever or whoever had it. I'm still used to thinking and doing things on my own. Thank you."
He was silent for a moment, letting out a deep sigh as the weight seemed to lift as he looked at Sep.
"Home."
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Post by Mel Tervho on Oct 27, 2013 19:06:36 GMT -8
The crew let out of a collective sigh of relief and Sep clapped a hand on Mel's shoulder in thanks as he headed for the cockpit to fly them back to Lianna. Mel watched as the team split up to make sure everything was secure for take off, her thoughts turning to making sure Lola was properly put away. Mel turned from the common area, slipping into her bunk. Lola slid under the bed, locking the door over it. She collapsed back down on the bed, her left hand under her head as she stared at the ceiling. Her body cried out for sleep, but her mind was running through the events of the last few hours.
Sep had them airborne before long and Suzy blasted off through the atmosphere for orbit.
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Post by Bloodtalon on Nov 24, 2013 16:32:02 GMT -8
New Vertica, Nar Shaddaa, was perhaps the greatest hive of scum and villainy in the galaxy second to Mos Eisley. There was only one major game changer that made all the difference, and that difference probably made this particular hive a particularly dangerous one. Wealth. On Tatooine, it was a culture of everyone for themselves. You fight against fighters to survive, occasionally you are cheated or betrayed by an ally. Here on Nar Shaddaa it was a game of cutthroat politics, the people who ran the show here were mere shadows on the wall. Names like 'Crimson' and 'Papa Spice' were merely words on a datapad or console, the faces that were attached either were blank black silhouettes marking unknown, or so many faces at once you could never be sure. Nar Shaddaa was a rich backwater planet built on the empires of drugs, sex, and blood. Oh, was there so much blood here, and I was a curator of the art involving such often crimson coloured blood congealing on the pavement as the masses ignore it as if it was nothing but a new addition to the paint.
There were many hitmen and bounty hunters that made a lot of money out of this place, and there were some that might even challenge me at times. But there is a code of conduct that is always carried out, an unspoken rule book, and it has slowly been forming itself over the past few years. I have a few nicknames, the predominate one was the Crimson Shadow, but what I truly am called is Bloodtalon, my blade so often dripping red drops as another body falls to the ground. Sometimes thought the more notorious people must be made example of, and such was exactly what this target of mine. The price that was given to me was rather high for this particular corpse, and it was about to pay out. Through my helmets heads up display I gain a readout of the human male of around forty before me. He carries a blaster as if it will protect him from the scum that skulk in the alley ways below him.. Such ignorance.
I am positioned above him, on the top of one of the buildings, my crimson cape flutters in the air's disturbance one could call an artificial wind of sorts. The stench of alcohol, rotting rubbish, and various bodily fluids never escapes me on this wealthy wasteland. My target looks over his shoulder before continuing onward, somewhat strange of him, and so I turn to look the direction he had glanced at. Three suspicious beings, all carrying military grade blaster carbines. Interesting, wait, they seem to be wearing body armour. Apparently only cheap durasteel body armour, most likely funded by a gang leader that dealt in the drug scene. Mid level, judging by their equipment, though that means nothing to me. My target is ex-military, he'd take off their head with his blaster pistol easier than they would with their superior weaponry, but they were armoured and that posed a threat to him.
I leap off the top of the buildings I am perched on and fold my arms beside me as I dive through the air, suddenly my cape snaps outward into four different directions forming wings. Repulsors activate and I land moderately, but bearably, hard on the walk way above the one my target was about to walk across. My HUD readjusts and I see the four men moving closer and closer, I judge by the way these men are moving they have hostile intentions toward my target. I won't lose my money to a bunch of drug mules. I tap my left arm and suddenly I disappear from any means of detection, unless you were some super creative type or a force sensitive with a strong level of force sense anyways. My cape readjusts itself to rest limply against my back, once again hiding it's true use.
Five minutes pass and my target has moved below me, and now I was above and between the single man and the group of hostiles that was raising their weapons. In my invisible state, I drop from the walkway above's railing and land with a barely audible thud on the duracrete pavement of the walkway below. The three men open fire and their blue blaster bolts smash straight into me, the cloak automatically shuts off and my armor's shielding kicks in. Flares in the shield explode with every hit from the blaster bolts, though I feel nothing in my suit. The men stop shooting as my visor turns and stares menancingly straight at them. The singular man behind me turns and draws his own blaster, but the shock of me appearing seems to give him hesitation. My eyes turn in par from behind my helmet's visor and begin to stare at the man blankly.
My hands reach for my waist and with three quick movements and the sliding of my left foot backwards to support myself, I turn to face the three men just as their heads roll from their bodies and their now limp bodies fall to the ground and begin to paint the pavement crimson. Three blades suddenly appear in my hand, each no wider than my neck and no longer than my hand. These were repulsor throwing razors I personally manufactured in my safe house. I reattach them to my waist's armour and they seemingly slip and conceal themselves. I walk slowly over to my target, the target who was paying me to protect his corpse. It was strange how this world worked, Nar Shaddaa rarely made sense to an outsider, but for me, it has been my life for years.
I reach the man and he holsters his blaster pistol, a DL-44 to be precise, and brings out credits. He holds them out, not speaking at all, which is the agreement on my part. Money talks, I do not. I take the credits and count them, I smile under my helmet and pocket them into a storage compartment in my armour. My cape falls over my shoulders now, and I nod at the man. I turn around and look at the dead bodies before me. They were almost neatly arranged with the way they had fallen, I was always way more artful than I intended, but thus was my line of work. I turn around and see the man walking away, I had heard his steps previously but they meant nothing to me then, but now I almost remember something.
Knuckler, I almost forgot.
I turn and take a step toward the man, the blade on my arm burst forward, and I ram it up through his chest so hard it bursts out the top of his cranium. Blood and bone snaps and splutters outward as I tear the blade back out of his body and let it fall diagonally away from the side of my body. Blood drips from the tip and once more the blade has been satisfied with the taste of life's blood. I smirk under my helmet and turn around again to stare at the bodies in front of me. I turn my neck to look over my shoulder at the spreading crimson puddle and the body that is its source. I tap my left arm again and the helmet's HUD begins to reestablish itself with the global network of Nar Shaddaa. A communication was sent out with an image attached, and a few moments later money popped into my account. Closing my HUD I smile at my accomplishment, an easy job that pays extremely well. Now it was time to get creative for that bonus cash, and I only have an hour before everyone start awakening again.
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Post by acelynn on Nov 26, 2013 17:46:47 GMT -8
Acelynn walked down the crowded streets of New Vertica glancing at stores and droids and aliens alike yelling out to buy there goods. She walked swiftly her duster like coat sweeping behind her, her h walked. over her crimson red hair was pulled back and she had goggles wresting on her forehead. SHe made her way through the streets until she spotted a bar. WAlking into the bar she went and sat down in a corner booth where a waiter came and asked for her order. she gave it and sat there for no particular reason watching the streets as people walked past the bar.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Nov 27, 2013 4:25:25 GMT -8
Arkan had been sat in the cantina for several minutes, enough to ensure the stir he caused by walking in had dissipated. He sat at a table close to the bar, not in a corner unit, which was more typical of the Pirate Captain. No, this trip was different, this trip he wanted to be noticed. He was enlisting for his crew. His recent trip to Ryloth had been quite costly as far as personnel losses, even if it was very productive in other ways. The Smuggler's Moon was one of the places he regularly came looking for fresh meat for his grinder. Down on their luck spacers and desperate smugglers made up the vast majority of his recruits, made up of a huge variety of species. His core of Echani elite were thinning and he'd soon need to find a new stock for his Black Guard.
However that was not at the forefront of his mind, currently trying to decipher what this Wookiee was saying was! He had been told that the Wookiee that sat opposite him had recently lost his job on a merchant vessel for being too violent and aggressive in bad situations, sounds just like Arkan's cup of blue milk. Still, understanding Shyriiwook had never been one of Arkan's skills. He was muddling through but the Wookiee had become loud, attracting attention, almost enough to start bets on whether a fight would occur.
"Just write your name there and come to docking bay 117 at 18:00 local time!"
Arkan said quite loudly, pointing to a datapad sat on the table. The Wookiee roared and gestured in dismissal although he did make a mark on the datapad but then stormed out, knocking over two people on his way. Arkan smiled beneath his mask, that Wookiee would make a good addition, now to wait to see if anyone else had the guts to inquire. The Hairy one would be a tough act to follow!
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Post by acelynn on Nov 27, 2013 17:07:17 GMT -8
Acelynn watch the men with interest noticing the wookie was quite loud not to sure if he was up for the task at hand she smirked some at the encounter. She watched the wookie sign the data pad and leave pushing the two men out of his way. she laughed to her self as she slid out of her seat making her way over to the man, she pushed through the crowded until she was sitting in the seat the wookie was just at. She crossed her right leg over her left and smiled at the man.
"Hello, I am intrested in what you have going on here, I caught a few things the wookie was rambling about, and I am interested if I do say so my self."
Acelynn smiled again when a bartender noticed she switched seats and brought her a drink. She took a sip of the drink setting it down looking the man in the eyes smiling still.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Nov 30, 2013 4:02:15 GMT -8
Arkan was looking in the other direction as the young woman approached and sat at his table. He had been looking for other suitable crew members in another part of the cantina. He was almost taken aback by the sudden appearance of Aselynn, though he made no visible reaction to indicate it. He was lucky that his mask successfully covered his expressions. He quickly observed what he could from the lithe woman as she talked, though he doubted she was much more than a girl.
She heard a few things the Wookiee had said? A nosey one then, though there were a few things the wookiee said that an old deaf man on Nal Hutta heard! Nosey but apparently brave or ignorant. It had taken the Wookiee quite a bit of courage to step up to the table, Arkran had killed the first being to do so, the Duro owed him money and tried to negotiate his way out of it. After that scene it was quite a while until the bar cleaned the mess up and the Wookiee tried his luck. This girl was either very brave or did not know who Arkan was.
"So, tell me, what did the Wookiee say that caught your attention?"
Arkan's naturally deep voice was distorted by his mask and breathing apparatus, giving him a menacing tone that he used to great effect. The hollow black eyes in his bone white mask remained fixed, staring into the very soul of the girl opposite. Her reaction would determine the entire nature of their encounter, for her sake it better be good.
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Post by acelynn on Nov 30, 2013 9:27:16 GMT -8
*acelynn could tell she caught the man off guard with or without the mask the expression in the eyes told her she smiled widely at the man when he talked*
"Well he said quite a few things aboit piracy would hurt his honor blah blah he was a greatb merchant than saying he wanted more pay, and I am guessing you refused and at that point he cursed you signed his name and stormed out. But enough about the wookie lets talk about me."
*she smiled at the man once more*
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 1, 2013 13:42:39 GMT -8
She was smiling, not many people manage to maintain that expression around Arkan. He would enjoy wiping the annoying expression off the young girl's face. So, she wanted to talk about her? That sounds like a perfect place to start.
"Well then, do explain yourself!"
It was always best to get to know your victim!
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Post by acelynn on Dec 1, 2013 14:49:18 GMT -8
"Well than now that we are talking about me I guess I should start out that I am a freelancer with a background in mercenary work. I was with a crew for 6 years until they disbanded and I've been hoping from job to job now. I am a non force user, I have a talent in many fields of combats from sword fighting to explosives. So I can hold my self in a fight if that what you been thinking. I can also pilot a ship and fighters
*she looked at the man the smile off her face now*
"That and by ther looks of you having to come to a rusty old bar like this you will hire about anyone, and I am very talented and i know you would love to have me aboard your ship."
"she smiled than."
"so what do you think?"
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 1, 2013 14:56:26 GMT -8
More bravery, or ignorance, Arkan wasn't entirely sure which yet. He shuffled in his seat slightly, he had been leaning back while talking to the wookiee, a necessity when talking to his species. However this girl was much smaller and require a different posture. The armoured Echani sat up, exaggerating his height and leaning forward slightly, a much better bargaining position.
"Lets start with your name?"
He said dismissing everything she had just said. It was good to knock potential candidates back a few notches and see how they recover. Most of the piracy business was coping with short-comings.
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Post by acelynn on Dec 1, 2013 15:33:36 GMT -8
Acelynn watched him closey as he sat up and leaned forward she than smirked as the man asked for her name, for someone looking for a crew in a place like they were in she knew automatically that he was toying with her she figured that was okay and followed in suite of his posture and also leaned forward resting her elbows on the table wih her right hand on her cheek and her left hand twirling her crimson red bangs
well now since were on a name basis my name is Acelynn, and how about you mr big scary man
the sarcasimin acelynns voice ran through as she talked to the man
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 1, 2013 16:03:30 GMT -8
Watching the girl mirror his posture told Arkan that she was not entirely sure of herself or her surroundings, she obviously did not frequent such establishments very often. The Captain did not have a drink to sip to pass the time between questions and answers so he chimed in straight away with another of his own.
"So, what kind of crew did you run with?"
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Post by acelynn on Dec 1, 2013 16:21:34 GMT -8
The crew I did run with were mercenaries that went from job to job some minor some took a few months depending on the situation a few skirmishes to being hired for a war the typical mercenary jobs, I would of stayed with them longer but the boss man got killed and everyone went there seperate ways, and so did I than there was my part time gigs which consisted of run of illegal shipments to minor assassination jobs.
*She sighed lightly*
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Dec 1, 2013 16:49:11 GMT -8
The Captain sits unnervingly still as he talks.
"I hope you didn't kill anyone I know!?"
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