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Post by coolyo294 on Dec 29, 2014 5:52:30 GMT
Cam raised his eye at the girl. "Racing for the hutts in the Boonta Eve classic, eh? Guess that makes us competitors." he said as he sipped his drink. "I'm waiting on the same man. But let's not let that ruin this wonderful, burgeoning friendship that we have going. I hate petty stuff like that." he said.
He set his drink down and extended a hand to the girl. "My name's Cam. Cam Lin. Pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Nepty on Dec 29, 2014 13:03:57 GMT
Cam glanced aside as a commotion sounded at the bar's entrance. A big, fat shape was entering the bar, cutting through the crowds like a blaster bolt through wet flimsi. Gorbula the Hutt. And he was making a beeline straight for the two of them.
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Mythus heard a sudden clank of servos as Eights came to a ready posture, metallic hand hovering near his blaster's handle. +++Master, the designated hostile Gorbula the Hutt has entered the bar+++
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Post by Darko on Dec 29, 2014 17:16:49 GMT
"I cannot."
Mythus' excited chatter died and he turned to face the slave girl, his smile fading.
"I am an Interpreter. If a Space faring race has business on this moon, i can speak their language, with some exceptions," she explained, looking off into the distance between them both rather than directly at them. "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."
"Brilliant." Zeek said with blatant contempt. "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."
Mythus placed a hand over his mouth, an unconscious gesture of shock. Zeek was right, at least in part. He had gotten so sure of his plan and so excited at the prospect of it all fitting together when he'd happened upon Gorbula's slave, a mere interpreter as it turned out, that he'd gotten cocky. He'd only managed to stay alive these past two years by being smart, and very, very careful. This kind of reckless behaviour was idiotic. As for the part of him that felt so inclined to help this down-on-her-luck girl - get her a nice warm meal, set her free from slavery - was idealistic foolishness. He cursed himself under his breath. This wasn't like him at all... those unusual headaches or anxieties or whatever the hell they were that he'd felt all day must have clouded his judgement.
"Listen, Zeek, there are other ways. But if we do this, there's a good chance that we'll come away with a lot more than just ten thousand. It's quick money, and I need it now if I'm going to buy that ship before captain Alucard puts it up on the general market. An old, reliable freighter like that is an obvious deal for any smuggler - and we're on the smuggler's moon of all places. We won't find any ship with a class two hyperdrive that cheap, and we'll need it if we're going to outrun that Imperial blockade or Hutt mercenary ships and get away from this place. Boonta eve is the perfect cover for this heist, and I'm not going to pass it up. We can convince some of the Nexu's Eyes to join us," he pointed out. "Most of them are either stupid or adrenaline junkies, either way they won't be hard to convince once..."
"Once what?" Zeek asked, seeming almost intrigued as to what further insanity Garen would add to this plan. He watched as the colour drained from Mythus' face and turned to look.
+++Master, the designated hostile Gorbula the Hutt has entered the bar+++
"Sithspit," Mythus cursed. "I knew he was here but--"
"Hold on, you knew your worst enemy was here and you've got us sitting around casually discussing how we'll steal his money while we have a few drinks with one of his slaves. Garen, for the smartest guy in the gang you can be an utter idiot sometimes. If he sees you, every bounty hunter and mercenary in this place will be reaching for their blaster!"
Mythus' hand slipped to the holstered blaster at his side, but he knew it was pointless. Zeek was right. His mind raced, his eyes darted around, looking for something - anything - as he tried to formulate a plan to get out of this mess.
+++Commentary: I recommend we vacate the premises with haste, Master. I will remain here and engage the gluttonous one if you command it, however the probability of being destroyed before the Hutt lifeform is terminated is high. Unless you plan to install an incendiary device within my chassis, a fate other droids in your service have been known to suffer, it would be a waste of my uniquely refined skills to initiate assassination protocols at this time+++
"Don't go planning a last stand just yet Eights," Mythus said. "If he was looking for us, we'd be dead already. He must have other business here. We can make a discreet exit through the balcony, right around to the turbolift to where the speeders are parked."
"And what if one of Gorbula's thugs, or those Vilyak gangers over there recognises any one of the three of us?" Zeek asked. "And that antiquated droid of yours isn't exactly low-profile."
"You're right... we need to create a diversion. Any ideas?" He said, glancing at Zeek and their mysterious new companion.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2014 19:42:33 GMT
"Shut up and don't do anything stupid." Zeek ordered, "If I go over to the gambling tables and happen to trip and fall sending drinks and credits flying, the ensuing fight should provide a perfect distraction for you two to make a hasty exit out the back. Head to the hideout and tell Varhor I'll explain everything when I get there." He bent over and adjusted his pants leg, giving him easy access to the knife concealed in his boot. "Any questions?" He asked.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Dec 29, 2014 23:08:10 GMT
"This is all wrong." vias whispered, "My Owner is a coward and has many rivals and cheated business partners, no way would he walk into a place like this with only the handful of guards he brought with us, and while he understands basic, he does not degrade himself to speak it. I don't understand what's going on!"
She sat back deeper into the shadows and hugged her arms across her chest, "I'm dead either way. My Absence has been noted and no excuse or reason will spare me his wrath. You've killed me, my rescuer, why did i not hear the doubts that would have kept me Safe?"
Suddenly her head snapped up and she looked directly at Mythus.
"You Tricked me and i didn't notice. Who are you?"
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Post by Darko on Dec 29, 2014 23:37:08 GMT
Mythus' jaw dropped slightly agape and he shared a bewildered glance with Zeek, who shrugged. "Don't look at me for help."
First of all, Mythus answered what he knew: "Gorbula's safe enough here - governor Timuur forbids rivals to fight in the Spike and most people aren't stupid enough to cross a Hutt crime lord."
"Most people," Zeek murmured as he got up.
"And we're not dead yet. I don't know what it must have been like being enslaved to that Huttspawn, but in the real world we don't lay down and die," Mythus rebuked. "I don't know why but I tried to help you. Now come on, we have to get out of here," he insisted, nervously glancing over his shoulder. Zeek had already turned to go and create the distraction - knowing him, he'd prefer a bar fight over trying to understand this girl's argumentativeness. "I don't want to abandon you here but I'm not going to just give up and risk that fat slug catching me."
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Post by Warork on Dec 30, 2014 5:43:00 GMT
A competitor, Sera thought. Ten seconds ago this Cam fella had just been another smuggler on the Smuggler's Moon. He meant to tell her that he was a podracer too? Sera eyed him warily, unsure if his expression of friendship was sarcastic or not. You could never tell with these smuggler types, she remembered. She'd run into a lot of smooth talking con men on her way from Tatooine. Folks who werent careful soon found themselves lighter of their credits and their pride...and that's if they were lucky.
Before she could respond, the dull roar of the crowd of bar patrons behind them was interrupted by sudden alarm. The shorter Sera followed Cam's line of siht as it shifted towards the crowd and saw something there that made her very nervous. Dragging itself through the press of smaller bodies was the biggest Hutt she'd ever laid eyes on. Well...it was the only Hutt she'd ever laid eyes on. Ever since she'd landed in Hutt space she'd only ever been approached by their representatives and had never spoken to one personally. She supposed that was about to change. She shifted her weight nervously to her other leg. The Hutts were a powerful bunch; the had basically ruled Tatooine from their lofty palaces in the desert often having entire legions of retainers at their beck and call. And now here she was in the middle of Hutt space. She briefly wondered if the race was really so important to Gorbula that he'd come talk to her about it himself.
"I guess that thing they say about speaking of the devil is true then, huh?" She asked softly to nobody as the big Hutt neared.
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Post by Nepty on Dec 30, 2014 10:53:14 GMT
As the huge Hutt neared, it became clear that it was speaking to one of it's sycophants, a flop-eared ossan who tagged along, carrying an auto-censer that emitted billowing clouds of sweet-smelling smoke in the Hutt's wake. A native of Tatooine, Sera could understand the Huttese. "Find her," the Hutt was rumbling. "I don't care what my grandfather says. Find and terminate her immediately. With extreme impoliteness. I won't have that pile of information walking blindly around Timuur's palace where anyone could hear what she says. Eight thousand credits. No, ten. A ten thousand credit bounty for her alive."
"That's a bit much, your corpulence," ventured the ossan, as they drew to a stop in front of Sera and Cam. "I don't care," growled the Hutt. "There's an imperial star destroyer hanging above our heads. If they find out what I've..." he trailed off, glancing around. "Just find her. Eight thousand. I'll take it out of my winnings tomorrow." The ossan nodded,then turned to Sera and Cam. "You two have the highest honor of addressing Gorbula the Hutt the Criminally Handsome, Lord of the South and majordomo of the Smuggler's Moon." He paused, looking up at his master, then continued. "He has heard that both of you are excellent podracers, and would hear your credentials for racing in the name of his Corpulence on the morrow, for the prize of fifteen thousand credits."
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As Mythus sunk lower into his seat, waiting for the girl's response -she looked terrified for someone with no eyes- he smelled the stench of alcohol-laden breath, and a huge, hairy paw entered his field of vision. He followed the white-furred appendage up to the sourceand found himself looking into four vacant eyes set into a nearly circular head. Despite being clearly smashed and probably high too, Mythus could recognize Nizz Mastik, the third in command of the Vilyaks. He had a weapon in his other paw. A Model 434, commonly called the "Death Hammer" and with good reason. The wavering tip of the barrel was pointed at Mythus's face. Eights had snapped to attention and his blaster rifle was discreetly held at waist height, targeting the Talz gangster. The drunken vilyak buzzed a threatening sounding invective. Mythus guessed it was somewhere along the lines of "You came to the wrong neighborhood, nerf-kriffer." Thankfully, Nizz seemed to be alone, and no one in the packed club had yet noticed the drawn weapons.
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Post by Darko on Dec 30, 2014 11:49:17 GMT
His eyebrows raised and a bead of sweat slivered its way down the back of his neck like a Hutt would slime its way across the ground. A large, heavy blaster pistol was pointed directly at his face. The tall, hairy form of a Talz ganster loomed over him. And I thought wookiees smelled bad.
Options. Going for my blaster: too slow. Trying to dodge a shot: risky at point blank. Attempt to overpower: suicidal. One smart option remained - it had been awhile since he'd truly used his ability to influence people. He focused intently on Nizz, relying on him being so intoxicated and not exactly intelligent to make this work. He slightly waved his hand as he spoke, as if to accentuate his words.
"Look, Nizz, this is all a mistake. There is no bounty on me any more. You don't want to waste your time with me. Gorbula the Hutt is an enemy of Grumpa, your boss, and he's come here to kill all the Vilyaks. You're a strong and intelligent man, you can defend yourself with that big blaster and those deadly claws. Gorbula's thugs are no match for you. You could prove yourself the strongest, and take leadership of the Vilyaks easily! The Nexu's Eyes would be no match for the Vilyaks with you in charge, I can see that now. Grumpa will reward you greatly for removing one of his rivals. Think how rich you will be, and think of all the women... Twi'leks, Zeltrons, whatever you like.. it's all yours for the taking."
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Post by Nepty on Dec 30, 2014 12:01:34 GMT
the talz swayed heavily, buzzing to himself. He took one step back, the another, then, like an AT-ATin the forest, he tripped over his own legs and slowly,like a mighty sequoy, toppled over, landing atop an ewok, who squaled as he was half crushed under the Talz's huge weight.
Which would have been fortunate for Cam,had his blaster not fired a bolt as he landed, flying over the heads of the crowd and blowing a Kel Dor bounty hunter's (JD) drink right out of his hand. People screamed at the sound of a discharging weapon and heads whipped around, trying to find the source of the commotion.
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