Lin
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Post by Lin on Dec 28, 2014 10:48:12 GMT
Just as Kyra was going to answer the Kel Dor man, the other woman stept towards them. ''If we have met before? I am not sure... maybe a long time ago.. '' Kyra replied to the woman. ''I must say that I indeed sense something with you, but I simply cannot remember anything..'' ''What brought you here, to the Rowdy Ronto? I haven't seen you here before..''
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Post by yumichi on Dec 28, 2014 11:32:50 GMT
Ch'iara looked at Kyra and thought really hard. She really can't remember that she met her before or that guy, but both of them seemed so familiar. It was weird. Ch'iara simply nodded and answered "Indeed, I don't visit this part of Nar Shadaa often, but I came here because I was looking for work.. well sort of, more like a task or something." Ch'iara looked at the guy, he looked like a bounty hunter, perhaps he's here for the same reason.
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Post by Darko on Dec 28, 2014 19:03:04 GMT
Before his new companion could answer, the familiar face of Zeek appeared. The Zabrak enforcer pulled up a seat and joined them. "I apologise for my friend here," Mythus said resignedly. "He's more eloquent with a vibroblade than a sentence. Zeek, meet.. uh.. well, she was about to tell me when you showed up. She's a new friend and we're going to protect her."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 19:41:50 GMT
Zeek's eyes narrowed instantly, "protect her." He repeated, "Who exactly have you pissed off this time Garen?"
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Post by Darko on Dec 28, 2014 20:49:01 GMT
Mythus glanced away with a dry smile. "Just the usual fans of my work," he replied coyly. "We shouldn't stay here too long, but I promised our new friend here a decent meal," he explained as the serving droid returned with two beverages and two decent meals. Nonchalantly, Mythus handed over fifty credits. Expensive, but if his plan worked, that would be chump change.
Zeek quickly instructed the waiter to fetch him an 'ion cannon' - an alcoholic drink known for kicking like a reek in heat - before turning back to listen to Mythus.
"I've got a plan, but I need help. You've got a talent for violence Zeek, which will be very useful considering how dangerous this little scheme of mine is. See, this dead end moon will be the death of me. I've managed to stay alive for two years, but the bounty on my head isn't getting any smaller and there's nothing left for me here. Before I blew that greasy Huttspawn Garvosa into hyperspace, I had a business. Repair shop - speeders, droids, that kind of thing. After a few years, I became quite successful and opened several more shops. Eventually I was contracted directly to begin doing repairs on ships that came in - I had a reputation as something of an honest businessman, a rare thing on Nar Shadaa."
"I assume you're going to arrive at the point one of these days," Zeek grunted.
"So here's what actually matters. One ship I serviced about four years ago was an old Barloz-class freighter captained by a smuggler in his silver years named Jerris Alucard. He regularly stopped here and kept me on hand to repair his ship. I learned its systems inside out. Point is: he's retiring. Buying himself a nice estate on Alderaan to settle down. Of course, he doesn't need his ship any more and he's back in port planning to sell it. He contacted me three months ago when he was last here. One last job and then he's done. Now for an old Barloz-class, most people would ask for about twenty-thousand credits. I know Jerris - I can get it for ten."
Zeek glanced him over, as if frantically searching for something. Finally, he sat back and shrugged. "Your bag full of ten-thousand credits must have a cloaking device," he said with a chuckle.
"Obviously I don't have that much. But do you know who does? Gorbula the Hutt. That's where you come in," Mythus said, looking at the blind girl. "You are--err, were Gorbula's slave. You must know his base inside-out; how many guards there are, when they go on patrol, back doors, where that slug keeps his money. It all fits together now," he finished, sitting back and grinning, evidently quite excited. "We break in, steal his credits and then head straight to the starport. The Boonta Eve Classic is in a few days, and all of Gorbula's attention will be on that. We'll pull off this heist during the race and by the time he knows what's happened, we'll already be in the outer rim."
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Judge Death
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Mandalorian warrior
I am your Death!
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Post by Judge Death on Dec 28, 2014 21:21:15 GMT
All these strangers walking in giving off a strange feeling and looking at each other was getting the Kel Dor's attention.
"You say you are looking for work? I might be able to get you something...have you ever heard of Gorbula the Hutt? He's always looking for guards and Bounty Hunters and Im waiting for him to return from a business so we can discuss my next job. Tag along if you want work." Ter replied to the female bounty hunter.
"This is confusing me. How do you two seem so familiar to me and I to you? What did you both do before your current line of work?" The Kel For asked as he covered his blade with his jacket.
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Post by yumichi on Dec 28, 2014 21:34:36 GMT
Ch'iara nodded, "yep, I've heard of Gorbula the Hutt. I'm not really fond of the Hutt family. Anyway I have to pay the rent of my apartment, so I guess I'll tag along." She answered the bounty hunter.
"Indeed, it's really strange. We all must have met before, right?" Ch'iara thought for a moment, should she tell her name and what happened to her before she came to Nar Shadaa? The Kage looked a bit suspicious to the Kel Dor. "Before I became a mercenary, I didn't really had a job." She replied. "I used to be a slave" Ch'iara said and shrugged. "I'm not gonna tell more about my past." She smiled. "How about you? What did you two do before you came here?" The Kage asked.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Dec 28, 2014 21:46:55 GMT
Now Vias was really nervous. Sh had allowed herself to be led here, a popular drinking location of all places hardly ten minutes walk from where she had sat, the sheer presence of so much sunken anger, lust, greed, excitement and fear was overwhelming. Added to that, not only was her new guide force sensitive, but so was his friend, two more force sensitives were by the bar and she could feel several more in the crowds nearby.
They all glowed faintly, like the two sat beside her, and she couldn't see anything other than regular everyday emotion in them, so she wanted to think it simple happenstance, but the force between each group was too ordered, too focused for such a space where dozens of normal people walked, talked and argued. Such bonds could only be formed from an extended period of association, she remembered her mother so many years ago, pointing out the bond between her and her father before the Jedi came.
She glanced upwards sadly, that bond had broken a long time ago.
The food arrived, but she ignored it, too nervous to eat and beginning to doubt the correct course had been to follow this force sensitive intruder into her life. When she had thought of escape, her relief and excitement of being free hadn't even had chance to form before she had been sat down here. Now it was gone. this man and his friend had a plan, a very shoddy plan, to steal credits from her owner, and was making some very generous assumptions of her position inside the Slugs estate.
"I cannot."
Mythus' excited chatter died and he turned to face her, his aura aglow with surprise and curiosity.
"I am an Interpreter. If a Space faring race has business on this moon, i can speak their language, with some exceptions," she explained, focusing her attention away from both of them and towards nothing in particular, as a blind girl would, "when i am not needed i am kept islolated and chained in a rooom with a locked door. I am not allowed to wander, nor talk to anyone, else i get the lash. I am no use to your scheme and would like to be taken back before my absence is noted and my life forfeit."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2014 22:02:50 GMT
Zeek looked from Garen to the blind girl in amazement. "Brilliant." He said, his tone doing nothing to hide the contempt he currently felt towards the both of them, "Not only have you stolen a slave from a Hutt who already hunts you, you stole a slave who can't help you pull off your insane plan. Fracking brilliant work Garen." He slumped back against his chair, "You know." He said, his voice softening, "There are other ways to get 10,000 credits. And I wouldn't mind getting off this space rock." He sat up straight, "Let's get me my drink and I'll see what I can come up with to salvage this mess for the three of us."
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Post by Warork on Dec 29, 2014 4:00:01 GMT
"A blockade runner? You're one of those smuggler types then!" Sera said, trying and failing somewhat to mask the excitement in her voice. "Ha! I knew you looked like the type."
She smiled that pearly white smile of hers and took another sip of her drink. "Nah, no particular reason I'm talking to you I guess." She said in response to the man's question. "I've got some business with the Hutts. Boonta Eve's just around the corner ya see and me and my podracer Quicksilver I brought all the way from Tatooine are planning on winning the race. I'm just waiting on one of their goons to come talk to me about it." She explained, staring into her drink on the bar. Her excitement quickly faded back into the boredom that had been haunting her for the past while now. "Those slugs sure do know how to keep a girl waiting."
She gave the man another long look. "You sure I don't know you, mister? I don't think I caught your name."
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