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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 21:24:52 GMT -8
So far Terrak and his men had been successful in their efforts to gather both increased manpower and information. The recruitment and training of local forces had brought the force well into company strength with the 10 off world soldiers and local with experience serving as officers. The rest of the conscripts were being drilled daily and trained in the use of arms brought by Terrak. Any day now more support from Nar Shaddaa would arrive, further increasing the capabilities of Terrak's command.
Information also flowed into the growing camp on the outskirts of Mos Espa, Terrak regularly received reports of current events and local persons of interest. Some local fireworks had taken place recently it seemed, a local businessman had been done in by some of the hostile natives and retaliation followed. The man had worked for a local shot-caller, a nasty aqualish port manager by the name of Wana Sallo. Nothing came through the star ports of Mos Espa without Sallo knowing about it, and this grip on the import/export industry had made him moderately wealthy and powerful by local standards. Every smuggler, spice dealer, and gun runner had to give Sallo and cut. Terrak decided this local boss would either need to be overcome or brought into the organization. Once his men were ready he would send a coordinated raid on Sallo's office, and make the small time boss understand: He would work for Kolga, or not at all.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 14:25:41 GMT -8
It hadn't taken long for a bigger fish to replace the little scum he had offed. In doing so, the aqualish had drawn Resi's attention. Now it was time to go pay a visit to a certain warehouse office. Waiting once again for dark, Resi slipped out of his rented room & slipped onto a dark rooftop out of sight. Quickly changing into his newly acquired Tusken robes, he took a few practice swings with the metal staff that was part of the disguise. Making his way across the town, from rooftop to rooftop, Resi looked out over the warehouse complex. His blind eyes seeing through walls & windows as easily as air.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 14:54:07 GMT -8
Sallo operated out of a private warehouse near the spaceport. The building was nothing special from the outside, and even from within it would be easy to overlook the illicit nature of the business which took place there. A few heavy doors and fences formed the bulk of the external security, supported by a few cameras and modified gatekeeper droids. Most of the muscle on site came from the dock workers that Sallo kept on his personal payroll. Armed with anything they can find, from work tools to cheap blasters, the security is a far cry from the compounds of larger crime lords. Inside the warehouse, in a raised loft, was Sallo's personal office. This room provided some of the only clues of his side business: furniture to expensive for a legitimate middle manager and expensive cigarras and liquors, simple luxuries for a simple elevated thug.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 15:23:28 GMT -8
Resi was somewhat surprised. Based on a simple comparison, the last hit had been much harder. On the other hand, this time he was hitting them at work instead of the retaliative safety of their home. There were complex sets of electronics that could be either droids or heavy duty security systems. He wasn't sure enough to risk it, so the 'normal' entrances would be out. Other than his target, there were only fifteen guards wandering around in various parts of the structure. Four walking in circuits around the outside, not even in pairs. Three on the catwalks above the main cargo holding room. Two at the only entrance to the offices. The four were playing a card game in the cargo room, hidden away from prying eyes by the crates. The last two where in what looked like a security room. Only the three on the catwalks & the two in the security room had what looked like ranged weapons.
The first obstacle was the fence. Picking a dark corner out of sight of any of the cameras, Resi waited until the sentries where all out of sight. Jumping as high as he could, Resi grabbed the top edge of the three meter fence & quickly flipped himself over it. Stalking over to his planned ambush point, he waited for the first of the sentries to pass by. As he did so, Resi quickly stepped out behind him & slit his throat. Pulling the ever less resisting body into cover he waits for the next. So go the next two sentries. Resi however, forgot to take into account the growing puddle of blood. Before the last sentry could pass his hiding spot, he stopped & pulled out his weapon. Resi froze like stone, one hand on the metal staff & the other on the knife, waiting for the last of the sentries to act.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 15:48:17 GMT -8
The night guard, spotting a dark puddle, quickly shines a small light to illuminate the area. Recognizing blood when he sees it, he draws his blaster pistol and calls in on the radio. A few shouts around the warehouse, and the triggering of the overhead lights indicate that the security level has definitely increased. Moving slowly, the guard begins to pick through the clutter near him, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 16:09:01 GMT -8
Resi has somehow missed the pistol. He would have to be more careful. On the other hand, the increased light wouldn't help the guard any. All Resi had to do was keep physical objects between them until he could strike. Silently walking around the pile of crates opposite of the now alert guard, Resi timed it so that he would step out behind the guard at nearly the exact same time as the guard would see the pile of bodies. As the guard froze in momentary shock, Resi brought the metal staff down sharply, crushing the guard's skull.
Taking another look at the building, Resi was annoyed to find the people inside now on alert. The catwalk guards were slowly moving toward the stairs, keeping careful watch on the only three doors leading into the building. The card game had been abandoned & the quartet of gamblers where now moving in a tight group toward the stairs up to the office. Nothing else seemed changed, except the readiness level of the other guards. Picking up the pistol, Resi made short work of it's power pack, creating a short that would overload the battery out of one of the guard's buttons & a bit of wire. Taking aim at one of the warehouse windows, he watched the gamblers move across the room. Once they were in line, the pistol was thrown through the window, landing nearly at the feet of the quartet. A moment later, the improvised bomb exploded. Taking the whole group with it.
There wasn't any way out of the building except the three doors or jumping from the roof. The warehouse was tall enough Resi doubted any of those inside would try to jump. His original plan was to scale the wall & hit the boss, the move outward to kill the rest. Now he doubted that would work. Time to give those inside something to think about. A slow look in the various crates, something he could do without out bothering to open them or even move from his current position had a wonderful possibility. Going to the barrel picked, he pushed it up to the wall & punched a hole in the top with the metal staff. Giving it a moment to breathe, he calmly lit the fluid inside. It was a type of low grade fuel oil. It would explode unfortunately, but it would light up quickly & hot enough to set the building on fire. Now to see which way the fish would bolt. Toward the pair of main loading doors in the front? or the smaller rear entrance?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 18:41:06 GMT -8
The thugs hired by Sallo were more than prepared and willing to face down the odd disgruntled dockworker or would-be thief, but they were not soldiers by nature and lacked any real discipline. As the situation became increasingly more untenable for the hired muscle, they one by one begin to break for the nearest door, those with ranged weapons firing at shadows of imagined assailants. In his office Sallo was watching the scene unfold in the warehouse, realizing he would soon be on his own, he grabs a small cut down scatter-gun and presses himself against the back wall.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2016 16:19:54 GMT -8
It looked like the head was perfectly willing to hole himself up in his office. Despite the growing flames. He let a few of the fleeing criminals escape, being sure they caught a fleeting glimpse of him. Making his way over to one of the twenty liter jugs of fuel, he calmly hefted it a few times, getting a feel for the weight. A few moments later, it & two others went sailing through a window, open tops spraying the fluids everywhere in their paths. It barely had time to register before the splattered trail of fuel caught from the fires building outside. The inside of the building was lit with a hellish radiance as nearly 60 liters of fuel went up at once. Just for fun, Resi decided to try to put one of the containers through one of the upper floor windows. Most of them fell just short, breaking against the wall & adding to the massive fire growing up around the building & already beginning to burn through to the outer walls already. One however did succeed, sailing through the window of the boss' window & breaking on the floor. There wasn't any flames near enough to that window to immediately light the fuel. The smell of fuel & the smoke billowing outside the window would quickly end any doubt about what was planned for the building.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 18:57:15 GMT -8
Resi watched the building burn nearly completely to the ground. Other than the few stragglers earlier he had allowed to 'escape' no-one made it out of the building. At least not alive. As he retreated from the still burning hulk that had been a building, he noticed a small group of rather well armed people heading toward the building. He wasn't sure if they had spotted him, but he had no desire to get into a direct fight with a group like that. He wasted no time in fading back into the night. Eventually, he appeared nearly on the other side of town, once again in his disguise as an old blind man.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 21:26:20 GMT -8
It had been nearly a week since the warehouse had burned down with most of the staff still inside or already dead outside. The whole criminal network in the town was in an uproar. First the small attack on a local house, then a major supply depot, both linked to Tuskens by the little evidence left. In that week, two more houses had been slaughtered & another had been besieged for most of a night before the attackers fled. Now it was time for some payback.
Nearly three hundred thugs & mercs had been gathered for a massive attack aimed at the nearest large tusken settlement. One that had built up around a nearby pair of mountains. Most were armed with a collection of weapons that would be illegal to carry or even own on most planets. Ten of the landspeeders that had been gathered to haul to collection of muscle out to the tribe had Repeating blasters bolted to the hood of them, while another pair had a heavy laser canon each. As the loaded, the vehicles gathered just outside town in a mass of hovering metal. Once they had all gathered, they set off toward the tusken camp.
The mass of landspeeders where not filled with the most restrained of people. So when a sandcrawler was spotted on the way to the battle, A large number of the thugs decided to have a little fun. The drivers of the landspeeders knew better than to stop, they would never reach the clan today if they did. However, the passengers took perverse joy in firing randomly into the craft as they approached, passed & even raced away. In the fist few landspeeders, only a few fired. But more & more of those following jumped in. Even one of the heavy laser cannons got a shot off. The most damage however was caused the repeating blasters. As the last of the landspeeders pulled far enough away that the passengers stopped firing (they had stopped hitting the crawler well before that), little was left of the craft but a chewed up wreck with few survivors & even fewer uninjured.
The criminals were now thoroughly hyped up for the coming fight with the Tuskens.
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Post by Jawas on Jun 16, 2016 14:29:36 GMT -8
Out from the dune sea came a swirling cloud of sand and dust being thrown up into the air as if a great wind was coming. If one were to watch this swirling cloud they would eventually find what appeared to be a flying scrap heap of a Bantha-2 Cargo Skiff, with excited shouts coming from Jaws with their latest haul of junk to sell. From the sounds of their shouts, one could tell they were an excited lot for they had a good day of scavenging and were excited to see what rewards their junk could bring. Course their excited shouts died down into silent awe as they saw in the distance a damaged sandcrawler, even the driver of the skiff slowed down to get a better look at the wreckage. What lay before their eyes was any Jawa's worst nightmare, it was such a horrifying sight that they at first couldn't believe what they were seeing and thought the suns must be playing tricks on their eyes. The skiff even came to a stop right next to the crawler and still, all they could do was stare disbelievingly at the wreckage.
Eventually, one of the Jaws turns to the another and speaks quickly to him, asking him to slap him to see if this really was some trick. So of course the Jawa did as he was asked and slapped his fellow who then looked back only to see the wreckage. Course when he still saw it he really began to freak out and started to run in circles with arms waving in the air as he let out high pitch screams of terror. As soon as one started to run around in a panic, it caused them all to start to panic. Several others joined the first one in running in circles screaming their heads off, one fell to his knees and started yelling something about the world coming to an end. Course while all this was going on, the only one who kept his sanity was the driver who just looked from the wreckage to his comrades and back again, and was only able to shake his head at the whole mess for something truly was wrong here.
So while his friends freaked out, this one brave soul had the sense to get on their makeshift com and warn their fellow brethren back at home that they were in danger and to spread the word, he also asked for some additional help and to make sure the ones that were sent had more sense than his current group did. After that he had to go about hitting each of them on the head and get the whole group organized into an effective search party for there could be survivors in there. Once they were all calmed down, the Jawas did what Jawas do best, and that was searching through wrecks for stuff, course this time they were searching for any signs of life.
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Post by Jawas on Jun 17, 2016 5:41:47 GMT -8
The great rescue of Jawas in need had been going on for some time, the five of them were crawling through the remains of the sandcrawler like mice, carrying out anyone they found. Thankfully more of the Dooka Dooka clan began to show up in various kinds of vehicles, all looking like they were about to fall apart. And so with their help the wrecked Sandcrawler was quite literally pulled apart, as much for spare parts as it was to find the surviving Jawas.
In time there was more of scrap heap left behind then there was before as every salvageable part had been taken from the sandcrawler, sadly there was also many a dead Jawa and few survivors and so hearts were heavy this day. Those who had survived were welcomed into the Dooka Dooka clan with open arms and were soon taken back to the clan's sandcrawler a long ways away from here to find food, rest and to treat the injured. Silent prayers were said for the dead and once that was all taken care of life continued on as usual for the Jawas. They loaded up their salvage from the sandcrawler and began to part ways, some heading back into the dune sea in search of more to find while others headed home for some food. As for the original five, they continued on their way into town to sell what they had and make some good monies for the day.
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Post by El-Nu Xunbaris on Aug 14, 2016 13:28:26 GMT -8
The temple Guardian and El-Nu's would be guide led him from the vessel to a nearby tavern, once seated in a corner stall the Ithorian addressed him; during the journey through hyperspace the Ithorian had explained somewhat about the force, although he had been vague and was adamant he did not wish to teach El-Nu anything further, the little he had explained had helped El-Nu somewhat. "I paid a little extra at the bar whilst purchasing our drinks and assuming the bar hands information is correct.........he is believed to sometimes be found beyond the South ridge out of town, but he did say the rumours were usual nonsense that tavern folk talk." El regarded his would be guide and frowned and then sighed. "So what you are saying is this coud well be a wild chasing of whispers and all for nothing." The Ithorian smiled weakly. "Perhaps, but there is never smoke without fire, even if we don't find..........him, we find the next sign post." Then El-Nu stopped and looked pnderous. "Why, why are you doing this?" The Ithorian finished his drink and motioned for El-Nu to do the same. "To save you from what you might become if I do not intervene, come, time may be short, the winds are savage and unforgiving around these parts."
With that the two left and managing to find an old beat up speeder bike and haggle the price down, which wasn't a fair price, but it was the best they were going to get. Knowing this alien world far better than El-Nu the Ithorian took the controls and El held on as he gunned the engines and the bike accelerated out of town toward the south.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 16:01:10 GMT -8
To the outside, it was just another old blind man lurking in a dark corner of a cantina & nursing a drink.
On the inside, Resi had been surprised at how little he had to push to get things rolling here. This planet had been a powder keg just waiting for a spark. The criminals had hit the sand raiders. Or tried to at least. The native people seemed surprisingly hardy. By lucky chance, they had killed off a wandering group of the shorter breed of locals. Now the criminals were now in more or less open war with both breeds of the locals. & if seems that the two local breeds had already been trying to off each other for a while. Of course, open war on this mostly empty dust ball amounted to hit & run raids & lightning strikes on unprotected pr small groups. There was even news that the various gangs of another nearby city were cutting into each other with much more force than usual. He smiled & took another small sip.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 20, 2016 18:14:14 GMT -8
Walking into the bar Xeonon looked behind him. The outside was a lit fuse and he was standing in the middle of the powder keg.He had been stuck on this sandy hole for weeks now ever since the Dark Jedi had left him here. Despite all he had done to assist them, they had left him high and dry. Lowering the hood he used to hide his face from the ever oppressive sun he breathed in the atmosphere. The smell of vomit and smoke clung to the air and had probably been here since it had opened. Maybe it was just something that came with all bars, like the nice smelling scents they sell with star ships.
Had he been here less time perhaps he would have been wearing something a little more ornate. Something that would stand out. However due to the local situation he had instead opted for something a little more discrete. He had taken a random thug out back and put a lightsaber through his back and donned his thread bare dust covered clothes. Walking up to the bar keep Xeonon sat there and wordlessly held up a hand and got his drink giving the barkeep a credit chit.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 18:28:03 GMT -8
Resi was a little nervous. On one hand the figure had killed someone in cold blood. Not a traditionally Jedi action. On the other hand, being a dark sider was not any guarantee that they weren't trying to track him down. He had made a fair number of enemies as In his time as a Jedi Sentinel. Of course, none of the other patrons in the bar would be any wiser to the sudden death as several walls had been between them & it. Walls posed no obstacle for Resi however. Anything within 50 meters of him was laid bare before his mind. That included the dusty little alley behind the bar. It was in fact one of the reasons he picked the bar in the first place, as sometimes various beings would use the alley for 'business transactions' & everyone loved a free show.
Slouching deeper into his corner, the apparently old man continued to project absolute interest in his drink.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 21, 2016 20:22:21 GMT -8
As Xeonon sat there he couldnt help but notice that the bartender had seemingly disappeared. After giving Solomon his drink he went through a door behind the counter and left everything unattended. Very unusual. Of course Xeonon had no way of knowing that the bartender had known about the murder behind his bar. More than that he had no way of knowing that it was appreciated. You see with the growing tensions and the arrival of the First Order on the planet certain commodities had been growing more and more slim. Add this to the gangs in Mos Eisley seemingly unifying was putting more and more pressure on the cartels and street thugs here. Prices were going up. Especially for meat.
With the bartender otherwise occupied Xeonon reached over the counter and contented himself with some more drinks. This one a little stronger than his last. He did not however touch the mans money, he had more than enough of that. Turning around he actually surveyed the bar a little closer this time, taking everyone in. Most people did not seem to care about anything else other than what was in front of them. The only real action was a group of Pazack players in a corner and the one dancing girl in the corner. Or at least Xeonon assumed it was a girl, it was hard to tell as the rolls of flabby skin rolled and gyrated around.
Finishing his drink Xeonon stood up to walk out just as the bartender returned, a new brown stain on his smock. Overpowering the smells of vomit and smoke was something more sweet. Something akin to a stew must have been put on the stove in the back. Just as Xeonon reached the door he stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at Resi. It was nothing more than a casual glance but something was off about that one. The force eked out of him. Whoever they were, they were clearly not after him. Winking he walked back out the door and back into the heat.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 20:46:01 GMT -8
It didn't take too long before the stranger left as suddenly as he arrived. The corpse out back was quickly dragged in & added to the stew pot as Resi watched. He still wasn't able to tell how the bartender knew when to check. Regardless, he still wasn't going to be ordering food from this place. Resi watched the mysterious being until he was completely out of range. That had been odd.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 21, 2016 22:51:02 GMT -8
Minutes after Xeonon left two individuals entered the shop and ordered a bowl of the brown as it was known. What was in it was anyone's guess but it was cheap plus it was always hot. Spooning the dubious stew to get the top layer of grease mixed in neither spoke for a moment. Neither looked particularly at ease, the first a lanky looking Ketton with brown chitinous skin look around anxiously. Maybe it was because his species was very communal and the person he was with was not one of his species.
The second was a more common sight. A human with all the typical human characteristics. Hair, skin, eyes. Human stuff.
As they ate their filmy stew one other fellow walked in gave a shrill whistle. Both looked up from their food and greedily slurped down what was left. Putting down their bowls both exposed blunt objects. The human a durasteel pipe, and the Ketton a stolen Gaderffi. The third participant unwrapped a chain from around himself and swung it over his shoulder smashing several bottles and shattering the glass behind the bar.
Slowling continuing to swing his chain for several seconds Nthanda finally broke the silence.
So my friend, I hear that The Forsaken have taken this place under their wing and placed you under their protection. Where are they now? Unless you forsake them, my next swing will break more than glass and bottles.
Below the calmness of his voice you could hear seething hatred. Whatever The Forsaken had done to this man, if anything at all it had really caused a hatred.
All around no one moved. No one wanted to be a hero and just wanted this violence to end so they could go back to their drinks and miserable lives.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 15:09:52 GMT -8
From one of the several dozen corners of the bar, was the long drawn out sound of someone hawking up an epic loogie, followed by a splatter. The beings that walked out of the darkness there looked like someone had hit the bottom of the barrel & kept right on digging. The first & possibly the leader of the trio was short enough to nearly qualify as a Jawa, but otherwise looked human. He was technically wielding a knife, but only because there wasn't anything else you could call a rough but sharpened piece of metal with cloth wrapped around one end. The second was a female twi'lek who had more scar tissue than open flesh & was settling a set of brass knuckles onto each hand. The last looked vaguely like the love child of a gamorrean & a rancor. It wasn't wielding anything, but then again, it didn't look bright enough to understand the concept of weaponry in the first place.
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