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| [C]The leg bone; finding connections | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 26 2009, 05:36 PM (45 Views) | |
| Razgreez | Oct 26 2009, 05:36 PM Post #1 |
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Nine months had pasted since Zeus Dompher last visited his friend Droz at his cantina. Zeus had been diligently gathering information on his father's old boss but had come up short at every angle. He had finally decided that this job was unfit to be managed by a single contributer. But Legs knew Droz would be able to help. Legs came out of hyper-space at Droz's home-planet, Rishi. Here Legs believed he could gather up the missing pieces of information he needed to find out just what happened to his father and/or how to get his revenge. And score up some credits. Edited by Razgreez, Nov 1 2009, 02:39 PM.
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| Razgreez | Oct 26 2009, 07:42 PM Post #2 |
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"Testy, testy times Legs," Droz gargles on about the number of threats increasing daily for his cantina and his planet. "The gun runners are pulling out one by one. This planets a great place to hide your 'new product' but just too far out from the buyers to hire a smuggler." "No easy money for me then," Zeus stares down at his drink as the tall ithorian bar keep leans over him. No rush today or this week. No criminal activity on Rishir equals no drinks to be handed round. Not like it mattered, Droz had got himself a new waiter, Bruce. He was know all over town for being the nice guy who nobody liked. Not cause he was too nice, making everyone else fell bad about who they were in life. But because Bruce was a bit of a clutz. He had had many jobs in the past, working as a child for someone important in the core worlds. But Bruce worked his way out of each and every single job he ever had, not by choice of course. He was best known for his memory. Names, birthdays, likes and dislikes all these things came easy to him. So Droz thought it fit to have Bruce take care of his paper work. This way Droz would stop having so many problems with local law and hopefully fall further off the map. But, as were all the ones before him, Droz found himself regretting his decision. "BRu..." hearing a loud clatter bang behind him Legs turned around in his seat. Sprawled out on the floor was a new face. He appeared to be 5'8'' with black, matted hair hanging down in front of a clean shaven face. "(sight) watch out..." Droz tried to warn Bruce to watch were he was going and but was too late. As he often does, Bruce indulged too deeply into conversation with someone he had already passed by and was no longer looking where it was he was going. The result was Bruce tripping over a chair, shattering three glasses and spilling drink across the floor. Luckily no one was sitting near by or the ordeal might of lasted longer. "Sorry, sorry," Bruce repeated turning from distant costumer to his boss behind the counter. He picked up his tray and rushed to grab a mop. "What ever it is you end up doing, Legs, take him with you." |
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| Razgreez | Oct 27 2009, 01:43 AM Post #3 |
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Zeus walked through the ill-managed street stepping on the long grass growing up through the concrete's cracks. Bruce was close behind fumbling Zeus' large carrying cases in his arms. Droz informed Zeus one of his contacts had just arrived in town with a freshly stolen shipment of arms ready to be backed and distributed to the various customers across the galaxy. According to Droz, these two quaint businessmen have made a reputation working with the pirates on Lok. Therefore Legs would benefit greatly from any information they might have. "Oh," Legs looked over his shoulder to see Bruce almost loose one of the cases he was carrying. "Use the handles." he said slightly annoyed. "Uh, I would sir, but these things are just so bulky I feel kinda awkward carrying them out like this." Bruce stood with both arms almost strait out. He took some steps forward and almost tripped. "See what I mean," he looked up, help written all over his face. "You'll just have to learn Bruce, I did it, now you." Legs replied. Bruce looked down at the street's decay and they continued on. It appeared to be an everyday general goods store. But through the back door, down the spiral stairs, through the meat locker and around the corner were the additional goods not seen by the greater public. In this room sat a hefty human, he seemed worn out being that he was the only one down here unloading and labeling the numerous crates crowding the room. "Yes?" he said in a raspy, breathless voice. "Guys here to see about a job," and with that, their guide left. "Well, well, a job eh? What kind of job? Mopping, loading and unloading maybe?" the man let out a short, low giggle. "Clearing out shop, sorry to ruin your hard work. I know business hasn't been what it's supposed to but I'll cut you a deal." Zeus was never one to beat around the bush for longer than he felt was necessary to satisfy the person being spoken to, "I've been working around here for a long time and have a reputation. So your product is guaranteed to meet the customer on time. My services normally will run you a little extra but I'm willing to run your guns for something other than credits." "Oh," the man sat up in his seat with a smurk on his face, "and what might that be, 'big shot'?" "I need information on a group of pirates working with the hutts on Lok." "Well," the man chuckled, "there are many, many of those kinds on Lok 'big shot' you'd have to be more specific." Zeus turned his back to the man removing his armored chest plate. Then pulling up the back of his shirt he revealed the distinct, roughly sketched and worn tattoo of a jolly roger on his mid back. "Is this specific enough?" The man's eyes grew wide, "Yes, yes I know that one. But I would figure you would know better than I seeing how you've got the tattoo on your back. What did you say your name was again?" "Legs, just Legs." "Legs, I knew a man with a similar name when I was young. Good man." He drifted off into thought leaning back in his seat with a creek and stroking his grey goatee. "What do you want to know?" |
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| Razgreez | Oct 27 2009, 03:04 PM Post #4 |
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Legs Dompher loaded the crates as Bruce dragged them out the back door. When he was finished he said his thanks, took his instructions and left for the space port. Shortly after the hefty man surrounded by crates turned to see another walk through his door. A tall Twi'lek walked in dressed in leather with a fancy new blaster strapped to his side. "Tad, Grissim said a runner came through earlier. Where'd you send him?" "I sent him off with job number... 2-2-4, Yeah, thats it." "The new BlasTec DLTs?!" "Yeah the 19s. Ships to... well that cant be right." "Alderaan!" The Twi'lek was furious with his partner. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" "Wisk, are you doing deals behind my back again?" Tad approached the Twi'lek threatening to lay him flat. "We've got to catch that ship before it debarks, Tad, no time to waist." Wisk ran out of the store house in a flash headed for the space port and the doomed 'Lost Memories'." |
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| Razgreez | Oct 27 2009, 03:54 PM Post #5 |
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"Yo boss, look at this." Legs was getting the ship prepped for flight when Bruce walked in with the sheet displaying the nav coordinates. "Well, thats not right this says Alderaan. But one thing I've learned in this business is not to question the orders sheet. Still this is quite some trip, cant afford to make any mistakes when we're not getting payed for it." The two quickly hid the cargo away and made off for Tad's underground warehouse, forgetting to lock up behind them. Just after entering the space port lobby Bruce was almost instantly ran over by a Twi'lek in leather armor. "He was in a hurry. Come on, Bruce." "Yes, sir." Wisk made it to the light freighter marked 'The Lost Memories' in which the information sheet said he would find his near doomed DLT-19s. "Made it," he panted jogging up the loading ramp and knocking on the air-lock. After a while he became impatient and checked to see if the door was locked. Pushing the button it hissed open, Wisk proceeded inward searching the halls and cockpit for the gun runner but all he found was an empty storage bay and a droid which seemed to be permanently off-line. Wisk gave up and headed for the exit. Bam! He could see nothing and his ears were ringing. Wisk felt a strong tug pull on ether arm. He could have sworn he was yelling but he heard nothing. He heard voices, distant at first, but they eventually came in to full volume. A swat team had raided the ship and captured the unsuspecting Twi'lek on board. "We've been watching you. We saw your men carry your guns on board, now we have probable cause to search the store and end this." One of the officers read Wisk his rights trying to speak over his pleading. "Its not my ship, their not mine! I'm telling you!" "Tell it to the judge, 'Wisk' is it?" "Now that we got that cleared up we can get out of here. What's that?" Legs and Bruce approached the space port just as the patrol speeders pulled away with their new catch. "Don't know boss, maybe they got that rude Twi'lek from earlier." "Maybe." |
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| Razgreez | Oct 27 2009, 06:13 PM Post #6 |
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Zeus was following behind Bruce now as they rounded their final corner. Bruce felt a stiff yank on his collar. Legs positioned the clumsy oaf behind him as he quickly pushed him back around the corner. "What's up boss?" Legs peeped his head around the corner and jerked back violently. "Officers," he whispered. "Did we do something wrong?" Legs looked at Bruce for the idiot he was. "We're illegally shipping DLT-19 heavy blasters to a small elite group of space pirates terrorizing the outer core worlds. Everything we are doing is wrong." "What?!" Bruce exclaimed. Legs jumped to cover the idiot's mouth, "Shh!" He peeped around the corner again. "You'll get us caught." Bruce mumbled something under Zeus' hand. He lifted it and Bruce repeated, "Im not so sure thats a bad thing." "Listen, you want a job or not? I might not be paying you now but your getting my food and my extra bunk. Not to mention something to do rather than sleep on the streets." Legs said pulling Bruce's face in close making sure he got the point. Bruce reluctantly accepted the truth and went along. "Well then, what should we do boss?" |
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| Razgreez | Oct 27 2009, 07:17 PM Post #7 |
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"Alright, thats done. Lock her down and re-assign the transponder. Tow will be he tomorrow at noon." The police chief spotted orders for the inspection crew. They had just finished their search and came out empty handed. Zeus' storage bays were even more effective than he had previously expected, seeing how he had never had to really test them out before. "Well hey there, Bruce." the chief said as he walked towards the exit. "What are you doing here?" Several jobs on Bruce's resume included working for the city, such as janitorial staff for the police station. "I-I just..." never good at lying, Bruce struggled to say the lines his boss had appointed him. "Everything alright?" the chief asked concerned. "Y-Yes, yes sir, chief. New job, and..." "You wanna do a good job. I understand," the chief of police was almost as nice a guy as Bruce was, always looking out for his citizens. "I have to give you credit Brucey, you always wanna do the right thing huh?" He said joyfully patting Bruce on the back. "Who you working for now?" "Uh," Bruce paused looking down at the ground trying to remember what his boss had said and get the words of the kind police chief out of his head. "Uh," The chief stiffened his back looking down at him suspiciously. "TOW!" Bruce suddenly remembered. "The tow company wants me to check and see if the ship's good and ready for pick up tomorrow. Not enough tows on Rishi. Boss man needs pick ups to be ready to go yesterday." "Well I'm proud of yah Bruce, keep up the good work." the captain gave him one last pat on the shoulder and headed out the door. Bruce continued on stiff as a board, sweating like a pig. Two inspectors stood at the loading ramp going over each others data. A third officer was inside reprogramming the ship's transponder. Bruce gained clearance by simple word of mouth and proceeded on with his mission. After rounding the exit corner Chief Brozner noticed something on the floor in front of him. A large vent cover had been ripped from it's position on the lower wall. The chief realized what was happening and ran back to the docking bay. Officers Job and O'phalen were almost done when they heard the storage bay cargo elevator drop near the rear of the ship. "What, the?" they said in unison. They looked at the elevator lowering, looked at one another, and ran on board. A cover shot off the ventilation system behind the ship and out crawled Zeus Dompher. He held up his pistol and snuck his way to the elevator Bruce had lowered for him. He heard yelling inside the ship and sighed. "Idiot, wait till they're gone I said. I knew he wasn't listening." "Where is he?" "Wheres who?" "That tow guy!" "Tow guy?" At least he managed not to get caught. "The computer system locked up and then I heard the elevator going down. Thats all I know." "Look here, he took off with a fuse." "Come on, we gotta find him!" Legs heard one of the men run up towards the edge of the elevator. "What are you stupid? You'll break your leg jumping down there, use the ramp." He heard the smart one's voice spout off another insult as their voices grew dim and their footsteps pounded for the door. "Hey you!" Legs turned to see the Chief of police round the corner, his blaster pistol aimed directly at him. "Halt, or you're dead!" Legs jumped on the elevator, pushed the button and hid behind the hydraulic pistons as the platform raised itself slowly. Chief Brozner began firing and Legs returned. One shot almost struck Zues' firing arm but his own shots were to well calculated to give the chief time to place a decent shot. Brozner was forced behind cover for the duration of Legs' lift. Job and O'phalen were halfway down the ramp when the third officer, a large Togorian by the name of Ral was just stepping out the door. In front of him he could see the chief raising his pistol and firing under the ship. But behind him something more intriguing caught his attention. A large thud revealed the 'tow guy', from before, sprawled out on the floor. Bruce had fallen out of a cleverly disguised storage bay in the wall in his attempt to lock the door behind the three exiting officers. Ral picked up the little man squirming on the floor, knocking him cold with one punch. Then Ral proceeded to the back of the ship where all the noise was coming from. Edited by Razgreez, Oct 27 2009, 07:27 PM.
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| Razgreez | Oct 27 2009, 08:26 PM Post #8 |
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Finally, The Lost Memories' cargo bay floor was within reaching distance. Legs pulled himself up but before he could stand fully erect he was knocked viciously backwards. One crash and three feet later Legs found himself in agonizing pain after striking cold steel. Above him was a massive feline humanoid dressed in a police outfit. He appeared to be waiting on the elevator to finish it's accention. Legs decided he wasn't going to be on the platform when it did. Jumping to his feet and then to the opposite side of the elevator shaft from the Togorian he realized he no longer had his pistol. But by then Ral was halfway around the shaft in a b-line for Leg's soon to be strangled neck. Legs fumbled slipping on the corner of the elevator and falling on his back. He lashed out at the Togorian with his legs hoping to keep him at bay. Ral simply laid into Zeus' kicks, and a moment later had him by the breast plate. He picked up the skinny, sad excuse for a criminal and threw him over his head. Zeus landed with an "Oof!" and a skid. He struggled to catch his breath with big gasps of air. All the while watching the blurred image of muscle and fur walk slowly closer. Ripping out his lightsaber Legs stumbled to his feet. He flickered the device open and stumbled back a few steps coughing and panting. "Now, listen here..." his coughing continued, "Bigin... I don't want no trouble." "Well that's too bad," Zeus recognized the deep voice as one he heard earlier, "cause your coming with me." Zeus tried to looking intimidating by twirling his saber around but it was no use. The Togorian had done too much damage for him to bluff his way out. Just before Leg's hand was about to be forced into attacking an officer, and putting a great big bounty on his head, Legs noticed his tool box positioned on the shelf behind Ral. Outreaching his hand He concentrate on the box. Ral stopped and chuckled to himself. "You don't really think your some jedi do you?" Ral broke out in laughter, "oh this is great! Come on jedi show me what you've got!" Ral widened his stance provoking Zeus to continue. "Here it goes." Legs managed to squeeze out a final sarcastic remark before the tool box and all its tool went flying across the room waking Ral unconscious and giving Legs, himself, a black eye and some bruises. He ran to the air-lock to see Bruce propped up under the controls. Bruce gave him a thumbs up and a short smile followed by a twisted squint. The pain in his forehead was excruciating, he was lucky enough to get the door shut in time. Outside the chief and the two remaining officers were banging away and attempting to get inside. "Got that fuse?" Legs said looking down at Bruce. "Sure do Cap." he responded in agony. Bruce reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out the fuse he'd yanked from the transponder power supply. "Good going Bruce, sketchy and you need some practice but we got through it." "What about the big guy?" "We'll dump him out ounce we're air-born." "What!" Bruce jumped up but was quickly back on the floor holding his head. "Don't worry, I don't want the rep for killing an officer." Legs ran to the cockpit to start up the engines. Their sweet hum comforted Zeus, he was back home. Switching the systems to VTOL he slowly raised the ship inch by inch off the planet's surface. The security cam on the loading ramp showed that the three police officers had enough and were exiting quickly. Zeus opened up the intercom and told Bruce to open up the air-lock. He then put the ship on auto pilot assigning it to hoover over the docking bay. Running back to the cargo bay Legs found his Togorian friend still out cold on the floor. He drug the massive cat-man onto a lift and carried him to the door, dumping him over the loading ramp and down to his friends. "Thats for earlier fur ball!" Zeus called down before running back to his favorite seat in the cockpit. A few seconds later and The Lost Memories was on its way off-world. Two run down A-wing fighters approached the ship in the upper atmosphere. Bruce was called to duty despite his roaring headache taking up the gunner position. Now it was obvious Bruce was no shot, and Legs knew that, but the large blaster-cannon bolts made good for scaring the pants off of these rust bucket pilots. Reaching outer orbit the A-wings opened fire. Their accuracy may have been better, but thats not saying much. As a stream of bolts came roaring in from the ships port Legs made a quick shimmy to the right, bring his nose up and wiping the tail round and over. Pulling up even more Legs repositioned the ship to face his plotted hyperspace route. Another stream of bolts and a group of missiles hurled in from 8 o'clock low. Legs simply torqued up the throttled and displayed his ship's true momentum. Releasing flare and chaff for the inbound missiles Legs started the launch sequence. Just as the missiles let off an early detonation The Lost Memories sailed off into space. |
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| The Huntress | Nov 6 2009, 03:12 PM Post #9 |
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