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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 20 2012, 08:44 AM (905 Views) | |
| Post #1 Jun 20 2012, 08:44 AM | mchlhstr |
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(Note: Do not feel bound by Star Wars related material. All I care to preserve from Star Wars is the locations. Laser weapons and badassery is all we need. If you want to reference anything, Wookiepedia is a great source of info. With that said, make up whatever tech you want, even bring in the Normandy and use biotics if you want lol.) In the gritty underworld of Coruscant, there exists a techno jungle that is unique to this world. As the capital of thousands of worlds for thousands of years, it gives the faction in control immediate legitimacy in the eyes of many worlds. When the New Republic wrestled control of the jewel of the galaxy from the Empire six years after the destruction of the second Death Star, they encountered problems they never expected. After the breakout of the Krytos virus, harmless to humans but murderous to many other species, had caused fractures between long standing alliances in the New Republic Senate, the New Republic had to go into full damage control to keep their rebirth of democracy successful and safe. Political moves to cede control of industries, long unsolved border disputes between species, and anti-human bias were just the beginnings of the issues plaguing the territory. For human Loran Vorska, it wasn't the politics, or even the war that kept business so good, but those pure and concentrated emotions of hate, greed, and envy that supplied people of his kind the work they were best at. Assassinations, extortion, cover ups, even plain robbery for high art, vehicles, and the like. Today was looking like a productive day. A meeting for a contract to kill of the head of the Corellian Shipbuilders' Union was on his schedule for 0200, and he had two hours to cross town to get there. It was taking place in the Uscru District, at a club called the Snapping Septoid. Now, he just needed a ride. As if by command, a USV-5 comes swooshing down the deserted underworld street, right at him. He grips his modified SoroSuub Firelance, spots cover within a reasonable distance, and braces himself for any scenario. ![]() Think of this type of enviroment as the setting, but more tunnel-ish, and obviously with no people around but me and..who? (Edit by Lee: I edited the title to better fit a realm name as well as the topic description to better fit the writing style of this topic.) Edited by Lee, Aug 13 2012, 12:23 AM.
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| Post #2 Jun 24 2012, 11:36 PM | Lee |
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The repulsorcraft descends to the ground with such velocity that it bounces off the street in a flurry of metal and sparks. The distance between the craft and Loran decreases, and it sparks and begins to smolder. He takes a step and the craft shifts directions towards his destination. Loran immediately jumps back, narrowly dodging the craft as it slams into his would be cover. He heard heavy music blaring from the vehicle as it passed. He knew the song. He watches as the craft goes rogue, skidding walls and eventually slamming into a complex barricade in a loud explosion. All of a sudden Loran feels the pressure of a Model 44 Blaster on the back of his head. "Looks like I've got the drop on you," exclaims (human) Ridlyy 'Glitch' Gunlan, a fairly recent companion to Loran due to his talented hacking, disrupting (or distracting), and driving abilities. He's an engineer of sorts. Shortly after questioning Loran, Glitch notices he's felt a slight pressure on his stomach. He peeks down to see Loran's firelance in his gut. "Well, well," he chuckles as they both holster their weapons. He reaches into the pocket of his trench-coat, pulls out a vile of liquid glitterstim and throws it back. "They told me you were on a job...need any help?" |
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| Post #3 Jun 26 2012, 11:31 AM | Notsage |
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"As a matter of fact I could use a hand getting to The Uscru District." As Glitch agrees to take his recent companion down to the Snapping Septoid, Loran pauses "If everything goes well, drinks on me at The Outlander." As Glitch gives a nod and grin, they begin heading towards the repulsorcraft,now with a few more scratches than it had before. Glitch begins telling Loran about this woman he had met in The Outlander Club a few days ago. As they got to the repulsorcraft Loran stopped, so still, he could feel the pressure of two beaded eyes burning through him. Then he heard it, a slight rustle off in the distance, he wasn't sure of the direction, but he was being watched. He could feel it, he knew it. Glitch still rambling on about this woman, looks at Loran, who's face was stone cold. "Everything alright man?" askes Glitch, "Yea if you like being watched" responds Loran with a faint whisper. Glitch begins to question Loran but decides against it, seeing as Loran has been in this game far longer than he had, and that was good enough for him. |
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| Post #4 Jun 26 2012, 04:36 PM | mchlhstr |
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Letting the rustling be blamed on jumpy nerves, Loran eyes the wreck of a speeder. Loran gets the wild idea it might still run after the explosion. Obviously speaking too soon, he takes a single step towards it, and sees a light flame coming from through a hole in the back hatch. Before Loran can ask, Glitch says in a monotone struch-with-fear kind of tone, "It's about time we got out of here. I've got a case of thermal de-".. BOOM. The pair are thrown into a wall behind them, knocking the wind out of them. After a moment, they stammer to their feet and sigh, waving thick smog from the fire out of their faces. "Well, we have a long ways to go though, and you just melted our way out of this dungeon hell-hole. Luckily, I have a plan", spouts Loran as he begins a light jog down the corridor. A distant rustle has Loran yanking out his weapon, but quickly deciding it's just his nerves again. Holstering his weapon and crossing the street, Loran summons Glitch via a quick hand motion. The two step into a service corridor off the main tunnel. It extends for what could be kilometers, with hallways and tunnels leading off, every third being like the one they rendez-vous'ed in. Glitch, not so gently, asks, "how in the hell far are you making us walk, old man?" "Old man? Ouch", Loran says comically. "Looks like we're about there." Loran stops in front of one of the side passages. The door, about 2 meters high and around 1.5 meters wide, is decorated with old Corellian graffiti. "Scum, vile deserter", says Loran. "It's okay, this guy owes me more than a few favors." He holds up his wristlet datapad to the input pad on the right side of the door. A loud beep sounds out, and the door slides open. Inside is a brightly lit corridor, with an extremely powerful air current. Glitch grabs on to a nearby pipe to keep himself more comfortably rooted to the ground. Loran chuckles. "No worries, I do this all the time. Let's go pick out a car!", and steps into the air tunnel, quickly zipping out of sight. Glitch, not knowing an alternative to hopping in, leaps headfirst and is surprised to find out how gentle the air current feels beneath him, despite the incredible rate of speed he's traveling at. He sees Loran, far ahead but gaining. After what seemed like several minutes, they are whooshing along, side by side. Loran nudges Glitch and points down towards a bleak dot below them. "Person or package?", asks Glitch. "I guess we'll find out soon enough", says Loran. Without warning, Loran grabs Glitch and they both fly out of an entryway to their left, and land with a crash into a couple of barrels. Glitch snaps to, and begins to shake Loran, almost comically, by the throat. They wrestle away from each other, and they stand to check their surroundings. ![]() Imagine less Jedi and their ships, and more of a luxury hangar for fancy speeders Loran looks at Glitch and smiles. "Pick your poison, my friend. And get something with weapons, we will need them sooner or later." A clink sounds somewhere a floor or two above them. "Probably sooner." |
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| Post #5 Jul 1 2012, 12:50 PM | Lee |
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The two stand and gaze at the luxury speeders and vip personnel cruisers, ripe for the picking. Loran stands quiet and quickly begins to size up the vehicles, checking the customizations on speed and weaponry. Glitch takes a swift look around the room and cracks a smile. "I've got it!" he exclaims with a loud whisper and then begins to laugh for ever trying to quiet himself in the first place. He starts to skip towards three armored N-X police cruisers before the clink they heard before becomes a loud thud on the floor above them. This breaks Loran's concentration and kicks in the glitterstim Glitch took earlier. Loran jumps for his weapon and quickly sprints to Glitch who, without a pause, was still skipping towards the police cruisers. Upon reaching them, he treated them as house pets, rubbing the belly and scratching behind the wings of the police cruisers. Loran catches up to Glitch and the cruisers, hand still on weapon. He sees Glitch lying under the belly of the middle cruiser staring at his reflection in the cool black surface of the armoring. Loran darts for another cruiser and in one leap, he reaches the cockpit. "These aren't for us," says Glitch. He stops glancing down at Glitch kissing a tiny explosive he'd placed on the craft. He loosens the tight grip he'd kept on his firelance and hops down from the cruiser. "Then who are these f--," he's stopped by a booming thud on their floor near where they crash-landed. He could almost feel it in the floor. He bends down to find Glitch no longer under the cruiser. "I'll race ya'," chuckles Glitch in the distance. Loran looks to see him running, nearly arriving at two custom Talon I combat clouds, at the end of the gate. Loran grabs his firelance and readies himself for a race between him and a firefight. He takes a deep breath and blacks out. He awakes to find himself standing next to Glitch looking back at his starting point. "That one's yours," says Glitch gesturing to the right cruiser. Loran looks up to see Glitch had the two cruisers started by the time he'd finished his run, not that he'd remembered it. The two quickly hop up to the cockpits of their cruisers, sit down and close the hatch. Glitch pops his neck and gets another kick from the glitterstim. He feels a presence and glances back to see it getting into one of the police cruisers. "We need to get outa' here," he exclaims, "Pronto!" and they both rocket off the gate and into the sky above the streets. He pulls a small detonator out of his pocket and with a small beep the entire floor they were on erupts in a loud explosion. ![]() Imagine this, but on fire! |
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| Post #6 Jul 17 2012, 04:37 PM | mchlhstr |
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Riding the shockwave from the explosion, Loran dodges hard right after blowing out of the hidden underworld hangar. The sunlight could be seen peeking from far above in shafts every few hundred meters. Glitch drops the throttle and shoots past Loran. Remarkably, Loran sees a craft shoot from the still-settling fire cloud from the hangar, a speeder flies out only to skid against the walls before picking up speed and beginning pursuit. "I think this'll be a tough one to shake.. Just follow my lead", Loran says slyly into the helmet mic. He calls on the astromech droid in the back of the unit. "Hey robo-bitch, plot me a course that takes us down into the main sewage ducts." The droid twirted back a rude acknowledgement, no doubt in disapproval. Immediately, the screen in front of Loran lights up with schematics of the surrounding infrastructure. It takes only a moment to track down what he needs. "Okay, Glitch. Follow my lead so we can shake this nimble bogey", Loran's voice hisses over the comm. Loran speeds out in front of Glitch and does a nosedive into the floor. A door shoots open at the last second, leading deep into the Coruscant underground. The passage opens a few kilometers down into an enormous, smoggy tunnel extending far out of sight in both directions. Loran levels the fighter and rockets down one direction. Suddenly, he slams on the right rudder pedal and tosses the throttle all the way backwards, maintaining his momentum away from the entrance with the tail end leading the way. "Heads up, our visitor is due any second. Switch to stun, because I'd like to s--". Loran is cut off as the pursuing craft shoots out of the ceiling entrance and drops to the floor, firing at Loran all the way down. Expecting this tactic, Loran and Glitch sweep in a wide arc in both directions around the craft and open fire with onboard ion cannons, disabling the craft as it skids on the floor of the artificial cavern below. Glitch lets a light laugh escape over the comm, "Too easy, too easy. This character might be smarter than we think if he escaped my surprises. Let's proceed with.. cautious hostility." Loran nods to himself, "Well said, my friend. And then onto this meeting before we lose some valuable creds". This, but maybe a .5 kilometer wide and tall, and hundreds of kilometers long. |
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| Post #7 Aug 9 2012, 01:19 PM | Lee |
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Loran opens the hatch and stands up slowly, firelance in hand. His vision narrows to the cockpit of the craft. He begins to take a step down from the cockpit before he is interrupted by a loud pop followed by Glitch's hatch flipping backwards and crashing onto the floor. He doesn't even recognize that he aimed his firelance to his friend who was letting out shallow coughs from the smoke of the ejected hatch. He's only focused on the odd feeling he can't shake. He's felt it before. "Must've hit the wrong button," Glitch chuckles sarcastically. He glances toward Loran only to see the barrel of his firelance facing him. "Watch it pops!" he exclaims as he quickly shrinks back down into the cockpit, "point that thing somewhere else!" Loran, snapping to, lowers his weapon. "This guy really has you on edge, I haven't seen you like this," says Glitch, nervously peaking out of the cockpit. Loran is still facing the downed craft. "Why was he only firing at me?" he questions, almost to himself. "Fear not old timer," replies Glitch in a comic voice, "I still have tricks up my sleeve!" He pulls out a small hacking device, literally from his sleeve and attaches it to the dashboard. With an overconfident grunt Glitch leaps from the cockpit and begins approaching the craft. He stops halfway, turns to Loran and winks. "Who are you?" he questions the sizzling craft. "You have nowhere to go, so you might as well show yourself," he yells, listening to his echoes bounce off the cavern. Silence eventually drowns out the echoes. He then places his hands in his pocket, secretly activating his cruisers weapons systems with a handheld device, and begins to take a few more steps forward, each one more cautious than the last. |
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| Post #8 Aug 9 2012, 08:48 PM | Ezra |
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(unknown location) (unknown time) (unknown fate) A flicker of red lights illuminate a section of a cold dark junk garage then hastily fades away. After a quick calibration of the photoreceptor output module they 'see' for the first time. A second pair of red beacon like lights also come to life. The faint glow of a green work light reflects smoothly off of intricate structures of durasteel from above. (in unison) "Initial greeting: Hello master. Thank you for choosing the HK series of assassin droids. We guarantee that all of your needs will be met with featherlight delicacy or savage efficiency." "Self identification: Model HK-50 serial 83T4." "Irritated statement: Excuse me circuit brain but I was supposed to identify first! Snide self identification: Model HK-50 serial G357-R at your service, master" "Run system analysys. Optimize core memory functions. Deactivate assassination protocol." "Compliance: Right away, master." chirped Beta. "Reluctant compliance: Only because you said so, Master. I just can't imagine the thougt of not slaughtering organic matter at your command, Master. Would you like me to kill a lesser being in the meantime?" said Gestr. "A little mouthier than I intended, but it will do perfectly." (in unison) "Report: Analysis complete. All systems functioning at 65% percent potential." "Excellent... Finally..." Finally. |
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| Post #9 Aug 9 2012, 09:27 PM | mchlhstr |
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Loran, sweat pouring out of his hands, makes his way closer to the cockpit of the downed and disabled craft. Seeing the foggy interior of the downed speeder, he hesitates before giving it a hard kick. Instead of his foot busting through the glass as he expected, the entire glass canopy flies off and hits the ground with a loud and floor shaking thud. The smoke pours out and dissolves quickly, but not before Loran opens fire with a few bursts into what should have been the pilot's chair. "It's empty", says Loran, nonbelieving. "He must have ditched it on the way down as it turned away from us. Lucky for us he didn't leave any booby traps". Glitch nods in agreement. "No time, I guess. Let's clear out before we do run into one, old man. He got this far, so he'll be back for sure." Loran sighs and holsters his weapon again. Steps into the cockpit to have a closer look.. "Seat's cold, so no live bodies here for a while.. I think our foe just sent this after us or ditched it along the way. Probably just trained to follow us.. Explains the ease of our surprise." Glitch chuckles, "ease eh? I forget all the action you see, gramps. Let's get to the club, we're running up on our time now." Shaking off the nerves, Loran pulls out a datapad and plugs into the dashboard, downloading the ship's internal memory in a few seconds before joining Glitch heading back to their ships, still not shaking the I-bet-we-didn't-shake-our-enemy feeling. Loran takes a breath and breaks into a dead sprint to his ship. "I'll show you gramps, you little shit!" he shouts to his side as they match strides before leaping into their cockpits and zipping off down the tunnel to the Uscru district to take their long awaited job. |
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| Post #10 Aug 10 2012, 02:16 AM | Lee |
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Glitch removes his hacking device from the cruiser and places it back up his sleeve. He attempts to use the enjoyment of the hatch-less cruiser speeding through the tunnels to calm himself down, but it doesn't do much. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out another vile of glitterstim. He isn't used to trembling, let alone watching Loran do so. Before he knocks it back he yells at Loran over the helmet mic, "You need to tell me what you think is going on before whatever that was gets us both killed!" He downs the bottle, "That was an intel-gathering situation back there. Whatever it was, it knows more about us than we know about it." Loran hears mostly wind in his headset, yet understands that he has to let Glitch in on the situation. "I know!" he barks back, "I'll tell you what I know on the walk to the meeting. Let's make sure we aren't followed on the way there." He knows if they're going to be together in the coming events, he has to explain his nervousness. "Turn right at the next intersection and then we take to the sky," he says just before dodging right down the tunnel. As the cruisers go vertical and begin lifting into the air, Glitch matches Loran's speed, making his cruiser parallel with Loran's. His droid let's out the famous "Waaaaaaooooooh!" as they rocket into the air. Loran glances over at him to see him somehow standing up in his cruiser while they increase in both height and speed, the wind slicking back his hair and just about ripping his trench-coat off his back. Stoners these days. They make eye contact and Glitch flashes another wink, this time lazily and eyes glossy. He takes an exaggerated breath in and holds it jokingly, chest out, trying to get Loran to crack a smile. Loran couldn't help but laugh. "At least try to take this seriously, kid," Loran says, "or are you too high to forget what just happened back there?" |
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| Post #11 Aug 10 2012, 08:34 AM | mchlhstr |
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The ride continues in silence, the two seasoned ruffians catching a few races amongst themselves in narrow fairways along the way. Loran racks his brain for the best way to break the truth to his companion about their potential pursuers. Finally coming up on their destination, they head for the first run down garage they find, hoping to stash their newfound ships somewhere devoid of prying eyes and bold policemen. Glitch uses his datapad to hack into the door controls, and it shoots open. Breaking the silence, Loran says, "dont worry, this guy owes me a favor too..if he's still alive". The speeders plop gently on the hangar floor, automated door sealing behind them. They step out into cool air, the deserted, stone-gray hangar lit only by failing glow lamps scattered about the sides of the room. There are a few rusting speeders, long-deserted workbenches and moss growing in a few corners. Without preamble, seeing as Loran may have to repeat the details to his stoned friend later on, he spills his guts about his worst fears. "Back before the first death star was even finished, I was training to be a member of a spec ops unit for the Imperial Navy. It wasn't easy, seeing as most of the men I trained with had been orphaned to the military like me, or were outright forced into service by their families 'for the glory of the Empire'. I made friends who hated the Empire as much as I did, but went along just to stay alive.." The two men continued to the back of the hangar, into a stairwell and began descending closer and closer to ground level. Loran continued, "Time progressed our distaste, and we decided to make a break for it. One friend in particular, Karak, decided he could trust his father enough to get us into hiding and find work on the other side of the known galaxy, far from the reaches of the Emperor. After jumping into hyperspace during a recon training mission, we bolted to Fondor where his father was a power broker, handling defense contracts for shipyards owned by the Empire. Upon arrival, everything was turned upside down. His father was completely ashamed, and slaughtered all eleven men that came along, his 'duty to execute traitors of the Empire'. Karak dumped the entire idea on me, just before his father splattered his brains across my face. I was to be lucky executed number 13, but luck played in my favor and at that moment, the orbital station we were in shook violently, and I bolted. I was grazed several times in the legs and back, luckily none causing critical damage." Glitch, whistling out of boredom from the novel unfolding before him, took a deep sigh. "Come on now old man, get to the point here!" Loran chuckled, "I can't wait to hear you tell a story, Glitchy McTwitchy ^o) " Loran continued, looking to wrap up the saga before getting close to prying ears. Glitch gives him a distasteful look for the sorry excuse for a joke Loran put out there. Realizing his 'nontalent' for humor, Loran sighed and continued. "I bolted for the closest hangar and jumped in a TIE fighter. I didn't make it 100 kilometers away from the station before I was shot and tractor beamed in by the Rebels doing the hit-and-run on the station. I was questioned for weeks before they believed I was a 'defector'. I volunteered for some dangerous assignments to clear my name with them, and eventually drifted away on my own path. Ever since, I've laid low, doing jobs anonymously and avoiding any kind of Imperial entanglement. I never knew if the father died or not, but I'm guessing he's the one after us." Glitch gave Loran the stink eye. "How can you be sure it isn't someone else you pissed off over the years, huh?" "The armor that our pursuer was wearing, it was custom Imperial. It only gets made for Spec Ops assassins for the Empire, and almost exclusively made on Fondor. Same kind of guys have been pursuing me for years, but I am usually good at knocking them off or losing them. Lately, they've been doing a lot better." The two men finally reached ground level and stepped out into the far end of the Uscru district. It wasn't bustling like the rest; this was a side street, low-light, sparse traffic, and only the occasional passer-by. Perfect for a low-key entrance. "Club's around the corner, let's move", says Loran. "Fifteen minutes until meeting time".
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| Post #12 Aug 10 2012, 12:37 PM | Lee |
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"We'll be there in ten," says Glitch, glancing at his wrist that holds a nonexistent wristwatch, "I know these alleyways like the back of my hand." Realizing the unintentional joke he'd made, he doubles over, hands on knees letting out a loud, jester-like laugh. Loran stops and turns toward Glitch to see him wiping tears away from his eyes, reflecting the florescent blues, yellows, and reds of the lights. He can see that Glitch has already moved past the jitters of the dangerous encounter they had earlier. For a split second Loran thinks that he's forgotten it entirely, but Glitch stands upright and looks over his shoulder, face dropping from the wrinkled cheeks and crow's feet of laughter into a serious tone again. "If your jokes are going to be this bad," he says with a smile, "I'm going to need a drink when we get to this place." "You? Drinking before a job?" "We'll be early, and it's just one drink. Don't get too excited." Too late. Glitch gestures to take a right down a slim alleyway and each step begins to turn into skips. He kicks the miscellaneous trash and debris along the way knocking over the back alley garbage bins and creating an obstacle course for Loran to walk through. They swing a left down the final alleyway into the noise of a bustling street ahead. Loran takes a look around at all the back doors, or what he would call escape routes if they were still being pursued. He silently gives credit to Glitch for choosing this route. With each step they take closer to their intel and that drink, the calmer he gets. "It's just right around this corner," says Glitch, "and that drink is on me!" |
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| Post #13 Aug 11 2012, 10:31 AM | mchlhstr |
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The two men finally turn said corner. In mid laugh, Loran checks over his shoulder and examines everyone in sight behind him, trying to pinpoint any potential tails. A few groups of ruffians dot the alley here and there. Exotic and beautiful women of several races are seen coming and going from multiple doorways, no doubt making some extra money. Bachelors of all kinds also cloud the middle of the walkway, and this allows any loaners to stand out like a sore thumb. No one walks alone in these parts, save someone with extensive self-defense training. Having a good notion of their potential enemy also helps.. Imperials are always and forever human. Their whole identity is based around human supremacy in the galaxy, so the three men Loran spots, walking stiff-backed (in an obvious ploy to hide their honed training) and a fair distance apart, immediately catch Loran's eye. "Any smoke grenades, Glitch?" he asks, almost offhandedly. With just a grin as a warning, Glitch arms a device from some hidden pocket and tosses it backwards into the light stream of people. Loran grabs Glitch by the arm and leads him along a wall and finally into the club for their meeting. Noisy chaos continues to ensue in the street outside as the smoke takes the next several minutes to clear. Glitch asks, "who is this friend we are looking for, anyways?" "Bothan man, old friend from those raids I mentioned against the Empire years back." Seeing Glitch's unease at the mention of the Empire, Loran continues. "Don't worry, it's not a job against the Empire. Just a hit job against a Corellian." The club is massive. The entry way is two doorways connected by a long waiting hallway, necessary to get patrons indoors during Coruscant's occasional acid rain. The two men, obviously looking dangerous and capable, skip the lines and into the main area of the club. Dim neon lights dot the vast walls, providing only mediocre lighting to get around and mingle. Dozens of tables encircle the center round bar in the middle of the room, more light coming from the glowing counter where drinks are handed out to already wasted customers. Walking around and to the back, Loran locks gazes with a man for a split second in the back right corner. "This way", he says as he heads towards the man in the shadows. The Bothan in the dark corner eyes them as they approach. Checking once more for another tail, Loran rounds the bar and the two men have a seat, empty save for them and their contact. ![]() "Let's get to business", the Bothan says. "I'm Fascha Fey'lya. And no, I 'm not related to Borsk. I hate politics." Loran and Glitch exchange looks, caught off guard by the man's apparent aggression. Maybe he just hates humans? "Bothawui and Corellia are in a dispute over some New Republic shipbuilding contracts, and the union bosses are getting pretty greedy about the whole thing. To be fair, some overly proud Corellians have already knocked off a few of our spies and we've returned the favor a few times over. So in short, we want someone to deliver a punch to end this petty business, and return all parties to the negotiation table. I've sent all vital information to your datapad. He and his delegation will be arriving in the old Imperial City for a conference on contract bids in two days. What do you say, old man?" "Price?" Glitch asks. "50,000 now, and 150,000 upon completion." Both men let out a long, shrill whistle. Before they could accept, Fascha says' "don't think this is any easy job. The price is like that because many others have failed. Your target is the head of the largest manufacturing union in the system. We're hoping to scare the hell out of the next-in-line, because the future of the Republic rests on these contracts getting filled ASAP. So, enough wasting time. Good hunting men. And Loran, it's good to work with you again." The men stand, share a nod, and part ways. Fascha dips into a door in the back of the club and disappears. Loran and Glitch head out, and into the stiff, smoggy industrial air. |
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| Post #14 Aug 11 2012, 04:28 PM | Ezra |
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Who made YOU the boss? (In galactic basic) "Look at these two useless droids. I bet they can't even translate over 500 languages." he sneered. "Let's just scrap them, nobody will ever find out. The boss never has to know." "If D'rotta caught us taking these droids for ourselves, he'd skin us alive or eve--" At that moment the two slaves both fell to the ground while a pool of their own blood gathered under them. "Targets subdued." reported Beta. "Not near messy enough for my taste. We should have done something creative like throw them in the compactor!" excitedly said Gestr. "Suggestion: We could replace them in the box we were shipped here in." said Beta. "Agreement: I guess that will have to do for now." said Gestr, disappointed. "Question: Where are we anyway?" asked Beta. "Sarcastic reply: Well if you looked at the crate we were shipped here in, you would know we are in Coruscant." "Promise: I'll tear your voice box out and relocate it to yo-" Beta was interuppted by the sound of approaching footsteps with loud laughing and horseplay. Beta assumed they were drunk and returning from the cantina. "Strategy: Grab the weopons off these thugs and meet me on the other side of the door ahead." Beta said at a low volume. "Affirmitive." whispered Gestr. Gestr grabbed a heavy blaster pistol off the thug he took down, and Beta grabbed a vibroblade off his respective thug. They moved slilently through the storage room and awaited the thugs at each side of the door. "...and he shtarted begging for mershcy talging about hiszwife and *hic* kids or somesssthing so I broke hish legs!" (both let out long, breathtaking belly laughs) (entering room) "Well we better check on the cargo before we can go home-- wait... where are Coto and Dran?" At that instant, Beta ran the vibroblade through his thug leaving him exhaling his last breath. Before the second thug even had a chance to turn his head to see what was going on, what felt like a hammer hit him in the back of the head and he was on the floor with two towers of droids standing over him. He pissed himself a little, speechless, in pure terror. "Mocking statement: Broken legs, eh? Doesn't sounds like a bad idea." said Beta in a deeper than usual tone. *nods to Gester Beta grabs a fiber cloth used for cleaning droids and wraps it around the thug's head. Gestr raised up his heavy durasteel leg and begins stomping the thug's legs repeatedly even though the first two stomps easily broke them. Gestr was having as much *fun* as a droid could have. The Twi'lek screamed bloody murder but it was all for naught because of the cloth being held around his face with already massive amounts of force. "Demeaning command: Alright organ waste tell us where your boss is! For every lie you tell me i will have my fellow droid here stomp your pathetic excuse for legs. Rhetorical question: By the way, are they broken?" Gestr then stomped the poor rube's legs one more good time almost making the man pass out. "Okay! Okay! I'll tell you anything!" "Inquery: Where is your boss?" "I don't know!" STOMP. "Empathetic statement: I thought you were going to be smarter than that. I would really hate for my fellow droid here to have to kill you. you know, he's not as 'understanding' as I am. The man barely heard a word he was saying because he was far too busy rolling around the floor hip-to-hip in agony screaming and crying. "OKAY I'LL TALK PLEASE JUST STOP!!!" "Scornful inquery: Where. Is. Your. Boss?" *Gestr raised his leg and held it in the air "PLEASE NO! He's in the entertainment district! He hangs out at a cantina called "The Drunk Side"! Please just let me go... I don't want to die here..." the man sobbed. "Pleased response: Ah! Very good. I'm glad that you were able to wise up before you were stomped into a mushy blood bag, and don't worry; I'm not going to kill you." said Beta. "Thank you so much... I was a fool to ever get involved in the slave trade... I'll never hang around here again... I'm going to turn my life around starting today." "Sinister addendum: But that doesn't mean I won't." piped Gestr. "Please N--!" The pathetic man's words were cut short by Gestr bringing his massive arm accross the man's neck breaking it, leaving him gasping for air and gurgling his last words. Gestr watched as the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped all the way to the floor against a plasteel cylinder. The two droids drop the weapons and exit the cargo room in a very stiff fashion in order not to expose they were capable of fluid movement and action. Posing as two protocol droids, the exit a dock door and merge into a long port hallway with hundreds of people rushing to and fro. They had not been detected. Now they were on the move. You just made the wrong two droid's shit list, my friend. Edited by Ezra, Aug 12 2012, 02:20 PM.
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| Post #15 Aug 12 2012, 07:21 PM | mchlhstr |
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Loran and Glitch step out again into the smoggy city air. It's much busier than it was just moments ago, the Coruscant club scene growing into the wee hours of the morning. "My friend, we can buy our own ships when this is over!", exclaims Loran. "And who cares about the odds, I am a Corellian, after all. I should feel like I'm doing my home a disservice.. Good thing I know this guy is scum, anyways. You ready? 48 hours to plan and execute.." Glitch nods, rubbing his hands together in excitement. Before Glitch can begin to reply and amp up the excitement, the ground begins to rumble lightly.. The two men are suddenly rocked off their feet, and then lifted off, thrown clear across the avenue by a gust of fire coming from behind. Screaming erupts all around them, alien noises that would horrify all but the most hardened and traveled of scoundrels. As Loran lifts his pounding head, he sees a scene of horror. Beings of all sorts, lit up by fire. Bothans, Wookies, all with fur in flames. Bodies that could either be waiting to gather their wits, or drown in pools of their own blood. Loran snaps to, and looks around the immediate vicinity for Glitch. He finds him already standing with his hand out, lifting Loran to his feet. "No time to waste, no coincidence here. Let's get to those speeders NOW!" Loran turns back to look for the source of the explosion. The entire entrance of the club had become a molten pile of twisted metal. Hundreds, if not thousands, lie inside waiting to be burned alive. The two men trace their steps, paying close attention to every step. Regularly stopping, checking around corners for ambushes and backtracking to shake any tails behind them. Finally arriving at the entrance to the parking garage, Glitch stops Loran from entering the stairwell. Glitch speaks quickly, "I've got a trick to skip these stairs." He takes a small pistol and a grenade from hidden pockets. Glitch arms the grenade and launches it upward, many floors above them. A small explosion blasts a hole in the wall, roughly human-sized. " Grab my arm, quick." Glitch kicks in the door, just before firing the gun above the freshly created hole. Pulling the trigger, they repel in seconds to the hole a hundred feet or so in the air. The doorway below erupts in fire as they reach the top. "Told you, booby traps!" Running a floor up to their speeders, they dive in and lift off. The two speeders swoop out of the open garage door and take a nose dive, taking cover in the lowest levels of topside Coruscant as they cruise on, pondering where to go next to evade any pursuers. Loran activates his comm, "it goes without saying we need a new base of operations for a few days. Any suggestions?" |
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