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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 22:55:39 GMT -8
Coronet City, or Coronet for short, was the bustling capital of Corellia. Often referred to as "The Jewel of Corellia," Coronet was a bustling urban metropolis located on the coast of the southernmost continent. It was a technologically advanced city with beautiful architecture, but its urban development paled in comparison to Coruscant. In keeping with Corellia's spacefaring heritage, Coronet's spaceport was second to none. Coronet was also home to the headquarters of CorSec and was heavily patrolled, although patrols were somewhat lighter in the Blue Sector, a rough section of town filled with cantinas, tattoo parlors, casinos, and fences, where offworlders tended to congregate.
The famous Treasure Ship Row was a large bazaar located just inside Blue Sector and was famous for offering just about anything a customer could desire, legal or otherwise. Underneath Coronet's maze-like city streets lay a vast underground series of tunnels and caverns, where the Selonian population lived and worked. |
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Seleevan Khar
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Post by Seleevan Khar on May 4, 2013 7:13:54 GMT -8
*The balding man sat in the house on the outscirts of Coronet. It was a little thing in the woods, where an elderly lady had lived untill he burst the door down and ended her life. He had staked out the place for several days before making his move, he read her mail when she was not home, and hacked her holonet sites to learn more about her. What he needed to know were possible future visits, friends and family she held close contact with and any regular service like milkman or hotmeal service. Seeing as the woman lived by herself mostly and with nearly no interruptions from the outside world he decided to act.
It was the dark of the night, the woman was packing the dishwasher with dishes. The Doorbell rang. She wondered what was going on, but being a causious person she didnt open right away, instead she used the doorbell camera to check who it is. A balding man whom seemed to be badly hurt, bloody and burnt sleeveless shirt, torn jeans, weary face.*
-Man-
"Mam! Please, My friends and I had a horrible exident, we only ask for whatever medical supplies you may have and a chance to use the comm!"
*What would the old lady do? The man was clearly in an exident, and needed help. She opened the door and asked him to come on and tell all while she gets the first aid kit and the phone. She never had the chance. The first wack came as soon as she saw the torn man with the cold killer eyes, and he continued to beat her untill she told all. Passwords for the alarm, locks, position of valuables, password for the bank account, means to withdraw money, etc etc. He beat her untill he had all his answers, and then, with the threat of lighting the closet on fire with her in it if she didnt hold fully still and silent, he locked her in said furniture. He would feed her once a day untill he is sure she had no more uses and then would not feed her anymore.
John McClane, the buttler of Seleevan Khar and the only survivor of the second ground attack on the jedi accademy now had a HQ for his operations here on Corellia.
He contacted Vor Warhost Command by the emergency channel, wich was nothing else but a social forum, the NoseBook. This was a forum for people with nose fetisches, nose worship, and a good contact with nose specialised plastic surgeons. He signed up with his predetermined codename "Noselover86" and looked for the codename of the intelligence operator. Finding "Twoholesforbreathin" he started feeding the codewords. First off, there was the "I am alive, free, and operational.*
"Noselover86"
::Hi, I am a bignosed noselover, with a slight foot fetisch and a big Schlong. Wanna do it?::
:Hi, I am a bignosed noselover, with a slight foot fetisch and a big Schlong. - This is John McClane, reporting Active Status
Wanna do it? - Need Evac
*Took a day, but the answer came back. Also, that day the old ladies bills came, wich he payed by using the passwords he had beaten out of her earlyer. He questioned her about the bills, to make sure nothing happened out of the ordinary, and then locked her back in.
Back to the correspondence.*
"Twoholesforbreathin"
::Hi studd, you seem nice and all, but I am not that easy a girl. On the other hand, my nose is not only for sniffing. Give me a good offer, and I might reconsider::
You seem nice and all - You did a good job. Evac is Delayed.
but I am not that easy a girl - Stand by, Your operative status is reset to active.
Give me a good offer, and I might reconsider - Are you operational?
*He was, he had a HQ, some founds and a fat pension.*
"Noselover86"
::ok, how about a date?::
-What are my Orders?
"Twoholesforbreathin"
::There is a circus coming to town, they are going to march through the city and end by the jedi temple. I want you to take me there and show me a good time. Then, we can do it.::
*Now this was a tricky one. Circus, as in an armada? Is there going to be an other attack? John got the part about getting evac after the happening with the circus and the Jedi Temple, but he didnt get the actual happening and what his part in it would be.*
"Noselover86"
:: And what kind of Circus is this?::
Didnt fully copy that, brief me deeper
"Twoholesforbreathin"
::Its a Circus, main attraction is their dancing lizards. I want to see those. I want to see those predators turned into peacefull dancing entertainment animals. It turns me on. They will walk through the city, if they get the propper permits, and end by the Jedi Temple where they will set up a special show for the jedi.::
Its a Circus, main attraction is their dancing lizards. - His Holyness is coming.
I want to see those predators turned into peacefull dancing entertainment animals. - War turns into peace, keep casulties to a minimum, and keep yourself hidden. You are alone.
*He got the rest. He was supposed to get legal permits for a peacefull march from somewhere in the city to the jedi temple where His Holyness could do whatever he wants to do there. Good.*
"Noselover86"
::When should I pick you up?::
How much time do I have?
"Twoholesforbreathin"
::Tomorrow works.::
Timeline not clear, get ready when it is.
*John McClane was not abbandoned, but still a usefull part of his Holyness special forces. So, he started to get things ready...*
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K'cir
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Post by K'cir on May 4, 2013 8:11:37 GMT -8
Darrex walked hesitantly through the Blue Sector of Coronet City. He had been on the lanet for quite a few weeks but thanks to the money he had taken when he left home, he has remained in his hotel. However while he was hacking into the Holonet terminal in his room he had discovered a very interesting advert. A Captain was looking for crew for a ship on an unspecific job. This included an engineer and it peaked Darrex's curiosity. He always loved a challenge and maintaining a starship was something he had never done. He was also getting a bit sick of Corellia, too much like his old home.
He finally found the meeting point, an out of the way cantina "The Damned Flagon". It didn't look very appealing from the outside and as Darrex made his way inside he found the interior even less appealing! He was starting to get a bit nervous about this meeting, what kinda crew was this? What had happened to the previous crew and why were so many people staring at him?! He realised that he had stopped right in front of the door and was looking very awkward, he didn't belong in a place like this. He quickly made his way to the bar to get a drink, something that would relax him and make him fit in better. The eyes of two members of the Bloodrage Pirate clan followed him as they sat in one corner, a fitting testament to the nature of the place.
His long grey trench coat covered the back of the stool he chose to sit in as he handed over a credit ship. A cup of blue milk was placed before him and he tried not to look too much at it before taking a drink. He had to make an even bigger effort not to spit the foul liquid out and his dislike was visible to those watching. He kept thinking of the challenge ahead and what to expect of this Captain Dabrini!
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2013 21:19:39 GMT -8
Coronet City - Blue Sector
*The low rumble of a cargo drone filled the night sky as it slowly lumbered down an alleyway. Bright floodlights from the drone cascaded down on the alleyway as it passed overhead, illuminating the darkness that the streetlights failed to penetrate. The floodlights from the drone passed over a man sitting cross legged on a roof, casting his features into sharp relief as the light washed over him. Lazily the drone passed by, taking no interest in the man or the fact that he even existed. From below the dark eyes of the man watched the passing drone with as much interest as the drone had shown him. As the drone turned a corner the alleyway was once again tossed into darkness, leaving the man alone with his thoughts.*
*Carver let out a sigh as the drone vanished from sight, checking his chronometer, he noted it was almost time, they should be here soon. The thought scarcely crossed his mind when another set of lights filled the alleyway. This pair belonged to a speeder, closely followed by a speeder truck, that entered the alleyway from the south, both vehicles came to a stop near the halfway point. Carver watched as a third vehicle entered from the north end of the alleyway and stopped a short distance away from the first group of speeders. From each speeder stepped two well dressed men flanked by armed guards. These men stopped a short distance from each other and began to exchange words with each other, even though Carver couldn't hear what they were saying, he could understand their intent perfectly. Rising to his feet, Carver stuck to the shadows and crept closer to the group, the time had come for him to do business of his own.*
*Moving silently along, Carver positioned himself directly above two guards standing several feet back from one of the well dressed men. He watched with mild interest as the gangsters did business with one another. The second gangster, a human male, handed a datapad to the first gangster, a male Twi'lek. The Twi'lek scanned the datapad thoroughly before turning to one of his guards and giving a nod, the guard in turn headed for the speeder truck. From above Carver gave a slight grin, the deal was done, the tradeoff complete, now it was his turn to go to work.*
*He removed his lightsabers from his belt, taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly to calm his nerves. Taking a step forward, he dropped from his vantage point and plummeted towards the ground, at the last second before impact he activated his lightsabers and plunged them deep into the backs of the Twi'leks guards. The force of the strike combined by his weight drove both guards into the pavement, as Carver hit the ground he rolled forward and swung his lightsabers forward in an x pattern, cutting down the Twi'lek before he knew what happened. Using this momentum, Carver launched forward and cut down a third guard before closing in on the leader of the second group. Stumbling backwards the man pulled out his blaster and tried to level it on his assailant, this only resulted in him losing a hand before taking a saber blade to the sternum. Carver never saw the man hit the ground, by then he was already on the move towards the next set of guards. Two more fell before they could reach the safety of their speeder and yet another by his own blaster fire batted back at him.*
*Carver moved quickly through the group with highly trained ease, cutting down anyone or anything that came to close. A sharp tug in the force caught Carvers attention, dropping the lightsaber, his right hand shot for the holster on his hip. With trained reflexes and the aid of the force, he pulled out his heavily modified WESTAR-34 blaster pistol
and fired. The WESTAR-34 sounded off with a low thoom and sent a blue colored bolt straight into the chest of a thug who tried sneaking up from behind. The man was dead before he hit the ground, in his hand was a slugthrower, something that would make a force user think twice about using the lightsaber on.*
*The sound of silence greeted Carvers ears as the last man fell to his blaster. Cautiously Carver reached out with the force and searched each individual there. After several seconds he was satisfied the his job was complete. Holstering his blaster he grabbed his lightsaber and slipped into the shadows before more unwanted guests showed up.*
*Unknowingly however, Carver was being watched. A good distance away two figures were hiding, a male human and a male Zabrak. Cautiously the stepped out of their hiding spot once they were sure that Carver was gone. The human looked at the carnage before him before turning to the Zabrak.*
-Human-
"Did you see that?!"
-Zabrak-
"See it! I recorded it!" *The Zabrak held up a holorecorder and turned it towards the scene of the fight. The human turned to him and shook his head.*
-Human-
"We gotta take this to Corsec."
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Post by Zara Dabrini on May 28, 2013 22:26:30 GMT -8
Zara was sitting at the bar, waiting for anyone who looked likely to be responding to her advert to walk in when she spotted a rather awkward seeming man enter the bar wearing a trenchcoat...or more he started to enter and then stood oddly in the doorway. She felt her lips twitch into a small smirk before she turned back around, he was obviously lost. She went back to sipping slowly on her drink, nursing it so to say, when she felt movement next to her. She was bent into the bar, her elbows resting on the sticky surface, so she had to straighten up some to see who sat down next to her clearly. It was the man from the doorway, obviously he had decided he wasn't lost after all. Still facing the bar she slightly tilted her head, observing him out of one eye as he ordered blue milk and his subsequent facial expression of disgust upon trying it. She had a low chuckle at that, and she shifted in her bar stool to face him. With a jerk of her chin she addressed him.
"Never before met someone who didn't like Bantha mammary fluids...but then again, I don't run with those kinda uppity types. Who are you, and why is someone as obviously out of place as you in this bar? You look a little old to be a kid run away from home looking for an adventure!"
Her voice was gruff and purposely lowered from its normal feminine tone, as she found when meeting a man for the first time it was best to appear as unfeminine as possible...especially in this crowd. This man would be fun sport if nothing else while she waited, while Z wasn't exactly a bully...as someone who was pushed around by men her entire life she did sometimes enjoy turning the tables on the less intimidating of their gender. Like a cat with a mouse she let her blue eyes taunt him as she awaited a reply.
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Post by Minstrel Waldo on May 31, 2013 1:56:48 GMT -8
The strange looking figure wandered through one of the many busy marketplaces in Coronet.
It was midday, and the people of Coronet were going about their business in the short time they had for a lunch break. The perfect place for a man to search for another man without a high risk of being spotted himself.
He had been but a day in this strange, new Universe, having been born out of the collapse of the old one. His mind was fighting against being overwhelmed by the sheer magnificence of simply existing. But a day old, having witnessed his first sunrise, he knew that the other would be searching for him - attempting to bring him back.
He could not allow it.
"I cannot allow it."
His voice was like a choir of angels - or so he believed.
All the more reason for the other to be jealous.
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Post by Minstrel Wendell on May 31, 2013 2:12:12 GMT -8
Wendell, as ever dressed in his old fashioned robes of deep, dark red velvet had long ago wandered away from his flashy, fancy looking ship that he'd left in Coronet's spaceport. Ever since the old universe had imploded and he had found himself on this planet in this shiny new universe, he had felt incomplete. As a matter of fact, he didn't even know where he was, but being his usual buoyant self that didn't matter. He was Minstrel Wendell, the one and only (or so he thought), best minstrel, that the universe had ever known. He patted his lute lighting, as if to reassure himself and continued down the streets towards a busy market place. Searching...
For yes, although he did not actually know this consciously, Wendell was indeed searching for something - or someone?
"Where could he be, this other part of me...?", he sang quietly to himself, in his clear, vibrant tenor voice.
Soon enough he emerged onto a plaza in the bright sunlight and started making his way through the hustle and bustle of people making their everyday purchases, every now and ten strumming his lute and singing loudly.
"Make way! ?"
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Post by Minstrel Waldo on May 31, 2013 2:20:24 GMT -8
There was a very clear and blatant disturbance in the marketplace. Waldo was not amused. He had just come upon the most fabulous set of clogs that would work wonderfully with his robes - but the crowd had scattered and completely ruined the display of the vendor he had been perusing in doing so.
"Make way! ?" the vibrant tenor voice demanded.
""Make way! ??" he cried, "Make way! ??!"
This simply would not do.
"This simply will not do!" he bellowed, "For I am Minstrel Waldo! The one and only, best minstrel, that the universe has ever known!"
He reached for his rhinestone studded lute, slung across his back. He could feel his power flowing through the beautiful instrument. None would stop him this day.
"Hark!" he cried, pointing a mighty finger at the intruder, "Come no further!"
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Post by Minstrel Wendell on May 31, 2013 3:07:47 GMT -8
For the fraction of a second Minstrel Wendell lost his countenance at the sight of this... minstrel? But he quickly regained his composure. Could this be another minstrel? Yes, he had just called himself Minstrel Waldo. Wendell snorted, the only and best minstrel the universe had ever known? Unlikely. That was him, Wendell. The only true minstrel.
Still feeling slightly flustered he eyed this abomination of a rhinestone studded lute with disdain and reached for his own, beautiful instrument, made of the best and finest wood that could have been found in the old universe. He lovingly strummed it, eliciting sweet, quavering notes from the strings, that carried over the entire plaza and filled Wendell's heart with joy and confidence immediately.
A curious crowd had now gathered around the two minstrels as Wendell lifted his sonorous voice again.
"No, you harken now! Ye insolent scoundrel. Who art thou that dost claim the noble title of minstrel so boldly?"
Minstrel Wendell disliked this new person already but he had the bad feeling that he was not going to get rid of him so easily... nor soon for that matter.
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Post by Minstrel Waldo on May 31, 2013 3:25:10 GMT -8
Immediately Minstrel Waldo, the greatest that ever was, recognised this pretender for who he was - the man he used to be, in the old Universe.
"Wendell!" he cried, "Wendell!"
At once he took off, dashing through the gathering crowd.
There was no way he would allow that minstrosity to try to undo the separation caused by the end of the old universe.
"I won't go back, no no I won't!"
And he was quick. He leapt through market stalls, pushing over crates of goods, leaping over surprised shoppers as he fled towards what he hoped was safety.
But how can you run away from yourself?
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Post by Minstrel Wendell on May 31, 2013 3:54:54 GMT -8
"Oy!" Wendell exclaimed. He slung his lute across his back again and set off across the plaza in hot pursuit of Waldo. Although he still had not the faintest inkling what exactly Waldo was, he knew instinctively that he must not lose him again.
Crates and various goods went flying and were scattered left and right, as the pompous minstrel persued the perceived impostor. Soon the lamenting of outraged vendors filled the air over the market place. Panting heavily Minstrel Wendell skidded to a halt next to an upturned fruit stand. Not too far away the flashy lute of Waldo gleamed. Valiantly Wendell grabbed an overly ripe muja fruit, took aim and threw it.
With a wet *SPLAT* the fruit hit Waldo's head. Wendell hurriedly caught up with with Waldo and seized him by the scruff of his neck.
"Oh no, you don't run away from me. You just don't!
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K'cir
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Post by K'cir on Jun 1, 2013 8:44:04 GMT -8
Zara was sitting at the bar, waiting for anyone who looked likely to be responding to her advert to walk in when she spotted a rather awkward seeming man enter the bar wearing a trenchcoat...or more he started to enter and then stood oddly in the doorway. She felt her lips twitch into a small smirk before she turned back around, he was obviously lost. She went back to sipping slowly on her drink, nursing it so to say, when she felt movement next to her. She was bent into the bar, her elbows resting on the sticky surface, so she had to straighten up some to see who sat down next to her clearly. It was the man from the doorway, obviously he had decided he wasn't lost after all. Still facing the bar she slightly tilted her head, observing him out of one eye as he ordered blue milk and his subsequent facial expression of disgust upon trying it. She had a low chuckle at that, and she shifted in her bar stool to face him. With a jerk of her chin she addressed him."Never before met someone who didn't like Bantha mammary fluids...but then again, I don't run with those kinda uppity types. Who are you, and why is someone as obviously out of place as you in this bar? You look a little old to be a kid run away from home looking for an adventure!" Her voice was gruff and purposely lowered from its normal feminine tone, as she found when meeting a man for the first time it was best to appear as unfeminine as possible...especially in this crowd. This man would be fun sport if nothing else while she waited, while Z wasn't exactly a bully...as someone who was pushed around by men her entire life she did sometimes enjoy turning the tables on the less intimidating of their gender. Like a cat with a mouse she let her blue eyes taunt him as she awaited a reply.
"I haven't had a drink in quite some time, I'm a bit out of practice. I am in fact here to take up a job offer, though the prospects of that are looking about as dim as the lighting in here. You wouldn't happen to know if there's a Captain Dabrini in here do you? I found an advert he put on the holonet looking for crew and I think I can easily keep a starship running on a modest budget!"
Darrex sat with a questioning expression on his face, he honestly did wonder if this girl knew Captain Dabrini, it was a long shot. Maybe she was there about the same job, Darrex was sure that the Captain would need a cook, nurse or something different altogether on his crew! |
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Post by Zara Dabrini on Jun 8, 2013 22:21:08 GMT -8
The man jumped at her voice and Z quirked an eyebrow above one steely blue eye, her gaze sharp on the trenchcoated stranger. Then he had the gall to look her up and down as if appraising a slab of meat, and her expression quickly went from amused to icy in a millisecond. Before he looked away she made a point to move her hand to her bluebolt blaster that hung from her waist, moving her hip so it was more visibly. If he was going to appraise her he needed to know all she was packing...literally.
He spoke and his voice was refined, very refined...yet he seemed to be trying to hide it somewhat. He reminded her of the men who came to her fathers bar with the hired female companions that frequented the area, the ones who were clearly not from the underworld but who went there to "play". They always had the same sound in their voices as this man, like they were trying to make their obvious status in the world less obvious, maybe in hopes of not becoming a mark for some seedy gangster. They always looked at her and her father like they were less than human, animals that rooted and snorted in the filth of the glittering world above that the rich inhabited. Needless to say, this man's voice didn't make her like him any more.
Then he said something surprising. He asked for her by name, and even more shocking, he seemed to think he wanted a position on her crew. Zara cracked a smile, and a loud guffaw spilled from her mouth. She slapped her thigh and shook her head as her laughter died down. She took the opportunity to look HIM up and down again, and she let out a sigh.
"I am Captain Dabrini, and sorry buddy but we don't do adventure tours for bored rich guys looking to play at badass!"
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Seleevan Khar
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Jun 10, 2013 19:11:08 GMT -8
-John McClane, Seleevan Khars Buttler, and head of special operation-
-Status: Operational-
-Operation history:-
-Escaped Second Battle of Corellian Academy-
-Established HQ and Communications with Command-
-Orders for operation "Happy Trail" recieved-
-Operation Happy Trail: In progress-
*He got the date for the parade. Through some shell pay-per-porn sites he was able to launder money from Vortex to Corellia with the military acountants and computer specialists help. He now had the founds to work with. He manadged to get a meeting with a city official, posing as a marketing CEO for a company that employs traveling circuses. Through several days of business meetings, he was able to get the date he needed for the Circus parade. He manadged to get lower airspace and one of the main roads for the parade, and now, he had a working permit for the date he got. He had a permit for two transports to land, fireworks, animals, and street vendors. John would not been able to do it without the shell companies Command set up so his story looked strait. Now, all he had to do was wait. Untill then, he would recon the Blue sector, where he might be able to hire some muscle for crowd controll, or any need he might have for them.* |
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Post by Orin Clash on Jul 2, 2013 18:32:50 GMT -8
He wove through a crowd, trying to avoid eye contact yet irresistibly drawn to examine each person he passed. He was Dancer, he wanted to see people and know how they thought and acted and bled. This one was blue, this one brown, these were yellow, and none were those he wanted to see. Dancer's eyes snapped away, blinking rapidly, and he tried to resume watching his feet. He only needed to watch where he was going, and he would stay out of trouble. His only priority was to meet the Spider and get his assistance with the Doctor job. Beyond his control, Dancer's silver eyes flicked upwards and scanned down the street, over the heads of the press of pedestrians. He needed to find the cantina that he'd named, the place he'd agreed to meet the Spider. Punctuality was key, it kept people happy when you were on time. Nobody likes a tardy appointment.
Dancer slid a deft hand under his wrap, checking the sword hidden under the folds of cloth. He wore a sort of sleeveless robe over his tunic and trousers, and it handily concealed the Echani's weapon. He made no effort to conceal the pistol on his hip - after all, nobody traveled the Blue Sector unarmed - but carrying a sword was sign of something else; that you were asking for or expected trouble. Trouble was not hard to find either, and it was always on the hunt.
Then he was there, slipping into the large shady room and hiding amid the noise and smoke. Ordering a carafe of wine and two glasses, Dancer quickly slid to a booth and poured a glass. Why were his hands shaking? Odd. He'd have to stop that, or he might spill and make a mess. Messes were bad, nobody liked a mess. The Spider almost certainly wouldn't. Dancer closed his eyes and measured his breathing thrice, and the shaking stopped. There, better. The alcohol would help. He took a sip and fished into the satchel hanging at his side, helping to conceal the sword. There was the datapad containing the relevant data on this job - and of course, the throwing knives hidden in the secret compartment. Dancer didn't even notice when he quickly removed them and hid them in the bracer under his sleeve, and he wouldn't remember how they got there, or even question their presence if he used them later.
Sipping at his wine, the Dancer waited for the Spider.
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Alariyo
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Post by Alariyo on Jul 2, 2013 19:55:43 GMT -8
'Typical,' was the first thought that shot through his mind as the man who had contacted him not so long after another client came into view, looking through the crowd. Alariyo had grown used to blending in with the washing sea of bodies that surrounded him, and so, it was not unusual that the man had missed him initially. Of course, he was a trained killer- you could see the way he moved his weaponry around, if you knew what to look for- and Alariyo had experienced at least three attempts on his own life under such circumstances. Occupational hazard.
When he sat down to drink, Alariyo moved skillfully, silently through the still moving crowd, and seated himself directly behind the other man, blinking his eyes slowly. The electrical impulses raced around his inner right eyelid, and when his eyes reopened, he saw a full overhead view of the room in one peripheral, vital signs of those who he focused on directly panning out in layering windows that, if he moved his eye just a fraction, flicked out of view.
He stared directly at the man through the security camera overhead, zooming it in to capture every detail of what the man was doing, down to any miniscule shift of discomfort. His implant had overridden the security feed, and placed it onto a loop that would break as soon as he terminated the link; but for now, the spider's web was absolute.
Left eye watching, absorbing the scene around him, Alariyo pulled down his scarf and pressed a death stick firmly between his lips, reaching with both hands to light it. At the sound of the lighter being struck, he spoke between his teeth. "Has anyone ever bothered explaining the concept of discretion to you, Echani?" He asked, initiating the meeting in a low voice, "don't turn around. If you do before I give you the all clear, I'll kill you."
His eyes found the target now, locking on the larger man as a mirthless smile stretched across the Brosin's face. "I took another job before you called. Tell me about this mark of yours." The large man he watched was moving this way and that, clearly drunk, and he remembered the words of the contract down to the letter. 'There is a patron in my bar who has built up a large tab. Astronomical, in fact. But whenever I try asking him to pay it, he goes to violence. His friends cause trouble for other customers. People are terrorized- please- I've heard you're good at what you do. That's why I called you. Please, take care of them. I don't care what it costs. I'll pay well.'
And he hadn't been a liar. The up front payment had been handsome. Alariyo could have afforded a vacation, if he were the vacationing type. But no- business as always. And business was good.
Rolling the death stick along between his teeth, inhaling the dark haze with a sigh of bittersweet indulgence, the monster masquerading as a man let his golden eyes roll back, never losing sight of anything around him. He brought up a perimeter layout of the bar, slicing into the databases with a string of thoughts. At first, it was basic browsing, of course- finding the dermal layer of code, and ripping it open. Clearing a path to what he had been searching for.
The doors magnetically sealed themselves shut, the sound masking itself beneath the murmur of the crowd. No one would notice they were trapped until it was far, far too late.
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Post by Orin Clash on Jul 2, 2013 21:51:21 GMT -8
Dancer stiffened only slightly at the sound of the Spider's voice, a motion that professionals might notice. He had made a bad impression with the Spider, and bad impressions made people dislike you. When people dislike you, they are your enemy, aren't they? Will the Dancer have to kill the Spider? Yet even as his mind flurried, Dancer's mouth was moving, speaking readily and fluidly. It was his shell talking - that blessed shell, that psychological savior. His tone was lilting and easy to listen to - almost melodic.
"Many have tried, few have found the effort worth their while. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Spider. I apologize for not noticing you earlier; being unfamiliar with your appearance, I could hardly have picked one more crawling creature out of a whole street of them. As you know, I have a job offer for you. I recently took note of a lethal bounty of ninety-thousand credits, listed on a certain doctor named Gustav Kodaly-Remiak and his associates. Proof of death is, of course, required." By the skies, how am I doing this? "The reason I contacted you is because, to the best of my knowledge, the doctor associates with some of the most dangerous and infamous persons in the galaxy - namely, the Bloodrage Pirates. Attempting to collect this bounty on my own would be nearly suicidal, but I'm of the opinion that two assassins, particularly an assassin of your skill set, could complete the job. For your assistance you would of course receive an even share of the bounty. I have all the relevant information on a pad, here - along with a passable vintage, if you're interested." I know how you weave your web, Spider, just as you know how I dance my dance.
Dancer, his heart racing as he tried to figure out how he had managed to do what he'd just done, sipped at his wine and slid a throwing knife into his palm. Staring straight ahead, he smiled. "Now, why don't you tell me about this 'other' job of yours? It sounds fun."
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 9, 2013 22:37:09 GMT -8
*Ralph piloted the academy speeder to a halt in the park complex of one of the large shopping centers in the city. He knew what he needed, but he had never been shopping for things with Terra so he had no idea how long they would be. Hopping out of the speeder, he waited for Terra and the pair then walked into the complex. He looked over at her.*
So do you want to do your shopping first, or mine?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2013 22:44:26 GMT -8
Terra shrugged and looked around the shopping center, remembering only one time that she had been shopping before now, and that had been with Serrin back on Umgul for her 19th birthday. This was a bit different, but at least she wouldn't be totally lost while trying to shop for the things they needed. Still, she did feel a little out of place here, since Jedi weren't really much for shopping in any case...
She turned to him. "Um...I guess we can do yours first."
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 10, 2013 17:32:15 GMT -8
*Ralph nodded and led Terra on a trek through a few stores. It was an odd thing to see a jedi buy day to day clothes, but unlike most Jedi. Ralph did not wear the signature robes, feeling far more comfortable in every day wear. A few t-shirts, a new jacket, some shorts and some pants, and Ralph was done. All in all, it took around an hour and a half before he finally stopped.*
Sorry about dragging you along with me for that, but since I don't wear the jedi robes, I need to keep an ample supple of clothes, especially since it sometimes gets destroyed in training.
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