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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:45:43 GMT -8
Juvex City served as the capital of Juvex.
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Post by Atia on Aug 22, 2013 7:56:13 GMT -8
A wall personal message was sent from "JuvexDaddy" to "Troubleshooter" on the social Holo-site "Slavefinder". This was the content.
Dear Troubleshooter.
It was years since I last heard from you, and it hurts my feelings. I didnt even get a fruitbasket for my birthday, I was very unhappy.
But, hurt feelings aside, I have a job for you. I will need you to find the Exchange. Find out anything about their operation. You will be paid per found information concerning key personel, fleet strenghts, HQ and Personel locations, operations and founding. There is a bonus for finding their leader.
Payment, as usual in credits, gear, slaves or future favors on my behast.
your old and wise friend
P Bateman.
Juvex IE.
PS: A good start would be the bounty postings, start there and you should have leads. Good hunting.
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Post by Sylas on Aug 22, 2013 9:58:56 GMT -8
*Elsewhere, off planet*
He lay sprawled on his bed, waiting. Always waiting. He sighed before speaking into the empty, spartan room.
Eden, anything?
Nothing of priority level. Your dropbox remains empty.
He cussed under his breath after the feminine voice of his personal AI responded from the wrist-mounted datapad. This dry spell had gone on for weeks. Boredom was very nearly driving him mad. Just then a soft ping escaped his datapad.
You have received a new message on 'Slavefinder'.
He groaned. Joining that site had been a pointless venture. Hardly anything worthwhile ever came from it save spam and the occasional troll. But now and then something turned up. Otherwise Eden wouldn't have mentioned it.
Go ahead.
Eden repeated the contents of the message to him, word for word. Bateman and Juvex IE. At the moment it didn't ring any bells. If he had done a job with them before it must have been a quick, uneventful one. But that wasn't what mattered. His lips quirked up into a feral grin.
He sat up and said, Eden, copy the message into your 'banks and delete the original. Wipe the traces.
Not even a moment after, Eden responded.
It is done. And your reply?
He was already off the bed, moving around the room. The grin never left him.
Do you even have to ask?
Moments later this message was sent to Bateman's account. Untraceable, the message was timed to fade 24 hours after having been opened.
Message received, 'old and wise friend'. I'll be sure to send a fruit basket along with the rest of the package. Will re-establish contact when necessary. Troubleshooter out.
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Post by Atia on Feb 9, 2014 18:37:52 GMT -8
Juvex Import Export HQ was a nice large building besides the main Spaceport. It was shiny, it looked businessy, it had siuted up people walking in and out of it, and it had the Juvex I/E logo on it. It looked like any other corporate high seat of power.
The space port was a bit more down to earth. It had large armoured gamorrean guards with nasty bludgeoning weapons, a couple spacers with blasters and a couple AA cannons. Support personell ran up and down, just an other spaceport on just an other world in just an other sistem. Not a lot of new.
It was here that both Nysste and the crew of the Stalwart would land, of course, in different landing pads.
Both groups would be met with a couple Gamorrean guards, a couple humanoid staff, and a tall, thin, elderly male human wearing a smoking and smoking a cigarra. The funny thing is, If someone would have seen both meetings at the same time, they would be rather shocked because both elderly, tall and thin males look pretty much the same.
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Post by Nysste on Feb 9, 2014 18:51:57 GMT -8
*Nysste took the ship into a tough landing, having not done many landings, as she deployed the gear. The starship shaked and rattled a bit. This could have shaken up the cargo hold a bit, making Nysste almost smile as she pulled back on the manual stick. It was better than a crash landing, as the supports hit the pad hard, bouncing a bit here and there. She disabled the engines to the ship and quickly lowered the ramp. She made her way to the cargo hold, unlocking the cage and waited for each of the slaves to walk out. Their hands were already clapsed in binds, and the force-user wasn't going to try anything. He learned his lesson real quickly. She pushed the boy further, almost into the gamoreans, as they made their way down the ramp, with Nysste taking up the rear.
"I need you three to keep you mouths shut, your lucky I may need you for this job."
*She said this as they stopped a few feet away from their welcomers. Nysste only adjusted her rob and lowered her hood, revealing her pale face and odd hair style. She walked up to the welcoming party and gave them a two finger salute and then put a hand on one of her hips.*
"They're all yours."
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Post by Makmorn on Feb 9, 2014 18:59:13 GMT -8
Makmorn was the first off after the captain, the tall and well-muslced feeorin's eyes hurting as they adjusted to natural light. The rings on his headtails clicked together, in a manner similar to the click of his robotic talons on the gravel of the ground. He placed a long and thin cigarra between his lips and lit it, looking around the area for any dangers. A brace of bluebolt pistols crossed his broad chest, and sheathed blaze-cutlass hung from a wide sash tied rakishly around his waist. He wore a long and lavish coat with the sleeves removed, and produced a pint bottle of Old Janx Spirit from one of the deep pockets, taking a hearty swig and replacing it."Where we meetin' this dirtlover cap'n?"
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Post by Atia on Feb 9, 2014 19:09:24 GMT -8
*Nysste took the ship into a tough landing, having not done many landings, as she deployed the gear. The starship shaked and rattled a bit. This could have shaken up the cargo hold a bit, making Nysste almost smile as she pulled back on the manual stick. It was better than a crash landing, as the supports hit the pad hard, bouncing a bit here and there. She disabled the engines to the ship and quickly lowered the ramp. She made her way to the cargo hold, unlocking the cage and waited for each of the slaves to walk out. Their hands were already clapsed in binds, and the force-user wasn't going to try anything. He learned his lesson real quickly. She pushed the boy further, almost into the gamoreans, as they made their way down the ramp, with Nysste taking up the rear. "I need you three to keep you mouths shut, your lucky I may need you for this job." *She said this as they stopped a few feet away from their welcomers. Nysste only adjusted her rob and lowered her hood, revealing her pale face and odd hair style. She walked up to the welcoming party and gave them a two finger salute and then put a hand on one of her hips.* "They're all yours."
Not knowing where the woman came from, he copied her greeting with the two finger salute then the lips.-Patrick Bateman- "Greetings, I am Patrick Bateman. I am CEO of Juvex Import Exports, a respected and legit company here in the middle rim. May I ask what the joyfull occasion of your... donation is Ms....?" THIS Patrick Bateman just exited the doors leading to this open topped hangar. He was followed by two large gamorreans in nasty looking full plate armour and spiked maces, and two spacer looking fellows, last but not least a twilek woman as assistant. Walking towards the spacer group Bateman was accessing the people coming out of the ship. Cutlass... now he had not seen one of those in ages. Agressive spacers, and a feorin. Bateman looked at one of the gamorreans and nodded towards the large greenish figure behind the captain. The Gamorean knew he would be the one watching the large one.-Patrick Bateman- "Greetings Crew of the Stalwierd. I am Patrick Bateman CEO of Juvex Import Export. I welcome you to Juvex. I hope you can feel yourself at home while you stay, and I am hope I can be of great help with your business." |
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Post by Nysste on Feb 9, 2014 19:20:31 GMT -8
*Nysste expected this. Confusion for a generous offer. She wasn't surprised by the shock, this man was expecting a demand of money, but she just wanted work, and cash was not a necessity. She guessed that the man wouldn't start anymore discussion without her name and was expecting it. Might as well not make him wait.*
"Nysste Kelgar, but call me Nys. Call me by my last name... and you might see your lungs without a mirror. I heard you guys need people like me."
*She patted her sabers that rested on her hips and then waited for the usual 'know who you're threatening' speech. Of course the man might actually be different than the other people she's made threats toward.*
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Post by Atia on Feb 9, 2014 19:45:12 GMT -8
The tall man nodded. This seemed to be the kind of person who they actually looked for. Kocky, and armed. Something smelled fishy though, and Bateman wanted to try out what it was. He had two things in mind.
-Bateman-
"Ms Nys, I do understand the feeling and tone behind Names. They are the most important words in any language. They are the only things you have no power over, none what so ever. You are born, and you are called a name you cant even pronounce for years, and it is the first thing you own.
You... call her by her last name."
He nodded towards one of the Gamorreans. This one too was full plate armoured and wielded a spiked mace. The Gamorrean looked at Bateman, then the woman tapping her sabers, and then Bateman again, then at the Twilek besides Bateman and then lastly at Nys. Bateman gestured for his followers to back up a bit and let the Gamorrean slave and the woman known as Nys Kelgar have some space. THe Gamorrean in question braced himself for combat.
-Gamorrean-
"You. Kelgar."
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Post by A'den Skirata on Feb 9, 2014 19:49:17 GMT -8
Rorran stepped out of the ship behind the captain and quartermaster, armed to the teeth. He kept his mouth shut and his senses alert.
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Post by Nysste on Feb 9, 2014 19:55:33 GMT -8
*Nysste nodded to Bateman as he spoke, listening intently. She raised an eyebrow when one of the guards was told to call her by lastname. He seemed to be nervous about the act, but he did it anyway. He could hear right? She just said she would rip the man's throat out and he goes ahead and does it. She noticed the heavy armor and only raised one of her arms. She hoped she could lift the heavy being with the Force, and she knew once she did, she would begin to slowly close her fist so he would feel the pain around his lungs. She would only sigh if she couldn't lift him, he wouldn't be worth the effort of striking down, even with the armor on his back.*
"It is obvious that your guard does not understand basic. And he's lucky I'm in a good mood enough to spare his life."
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Post by sivuri on Feb 9, 2014 20:04:12 GMT -8
Sivuri was the last to step off the Starweird. Standing next to the imposing Rorran and hardy-looking Makmorn, the Chiss woman seemed rather unintimidating. She was young, lean and on the shorter side but she carried herself as one not to particularly care for her own wellbeing. With a thin hand on her hips, Sivuri looked quite bored with her current surrounds. Supposedly there was a potential job, or something, in all honesty she hadn't been paying much attention.
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 8:17:05 GMT -8
*Nysste nodded to Bateman as he spoke, listening intently. She raised an eyebrow when one of the guards was told to call her by lastname. He seemed to be nervous about the act, but he did it anyway. He could hear right? She just said she would rip the man's throat out and he goes ahead and does it. She noticed the heavy armor and only raised one of her arms. She hoped she could lift the heavy being with the Force, and she knew once she did, she would begin to slowly close her fist so he would feel the pain around his lungs. She would only sigh if she couldn't lift him, he wouldn't be worth the effort of striking down, even with the armor on his back.* "It is obvious that your guard does not understand basic. And he's lucky I'm in a good mood enough to spare his life." -Bateman- "I am not." Even the twilek slave assistant looked up from her datapad. Everyone was watching Nysste, even the dock workers. An uncomfterble silence and all the focus on Nysste should have been unbarebale. They would either call her bluff or see her pull out the gamorreans lungs. No idle threats are said on Juvex without consequence, ever.
Plus, Bateman deemed this a good test, and seemingly, so did the twilek slave.
Nysste either came to a place she didnt belong to, or a place she very much belonged. It was intresting to see witch one it was. Especially since the two spacer looking men behind Bateman exchanged money on a bet right there and there.
The gamorrean slowly lifted from the ground, but just mare inches. He got scarred, his survival instincts kicked in and years of unrelenting fighting in the Crucible did the same. He tried his best to fight the woman, and his first reaction was to throw the large spiked mace at her, witch he tried.Rorran stepped out of the ship behind the captain and quartermaster, armed to the teeth. He kept his mouth shut and his senses alert. Sivuri was the last to step off the Starweird. Standing next to the imposing Rorran and hardy-looking Makmorn, the Chiss woman seemed rather unintimidating. She was young, lean and on the shorter side but she carried herself as one not to particularly care for her own wellbeing. With a thin hand on her hips, Sivuri looked quite bored with her current surrounds. Supposedly there was a potential job, or something, in all honesty she hadn't been paying much attention. Makmorn was the first off after the captain, the tall and well-muslced feeorin's eyes hurting as they adjusted to natural light. The rings on his headtails clicked together, in a manner similar to the click of his robotic talons on the gravel of the ground. He placed a long and thin cigarra between his lips and lit it, looking around the area for any dangers. A brace of bluebolt pistols crossed his broad chest, and sheathed blaze-cutlass hung from a wide sash tied rakishly around his waist. He wore a long and lavish coat with the sleeves removed, and produced a pint bottle of Old Janx Spirit from one of the deep pockets, taking a hearty swig and replacing it."Where we meetin' this dirtlover cap'n?" Raith steps to the for, slowly extending a hand to the local official.Raith Kalamyr, Captain of the Starweird. We are a crew of independent spacers of fortune, I've heard tell there may be opportunities for work and profit around these parts. If this is correct, perhaps we should discuss these possibilities. If not, we will depart. -Bateman- "Then my friends, you will stay a long time. Profit is what drives the wheel of the world, and it drives us at Juvex Import Exports. Please, if you will, follow me to my office atop that skyscraper behind me and be offered entertainment, food, drinks, work and I might even scrounge up some Soup, if you happen to have the urge. I would rather discuss business at a more closed location. You are welcome to take any number of crew with you Captain." Bateman waited for the Anzati to react. He allready had a good idea what this crew could accomplish, given the newly reinstated Yaga Minor operation and the future ideas on expansion. Especially with Kessel in their grasp. |
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Post by Ceal Xela on Feb 10, 2014 10:08:48 GMT -8
The Heart of Gold entered airspace of Juvex City, on route to the Import/Export company. Ceal sat in the co-pilot seat, analyzing the numbers, meters, and dials. In the pilot seat sat Juuan, Ceal's adoptive daughter.
"50 meters, then work the lift." He said, keeping an eye on the altimeter.
"I know, dad." She said, switching her gaze between the landing platform and the attitude indicator.
Slowly, the YT-2400 light freighter descended closer to its destination. The landing gears opened to greet the ground, and with a slight tremble, the ship was steady on the platform.
"Good job, little O'cerry." Ceal said, powering down the ship, "Stay here, and keep an eye in the Heart."
With a moan of discontent, Juuan spun the chair around and made her way to the engine room. Ceal took time to prepared himself. He donned his blast vest and Banta leather coat, connecting his utility belt around his weight. He holstered both his blaster pistols and kept one holdout blaster in each boot. Lastly, he held his vibroknife locked in a sheathe on the shoulder for easy access.
Now properly dressed, Ceal opened the entry hatch, descended the ladder, and made his way inside.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 11:13:24 GMT -8
The fact that she’d been left behind on the Starweird was not very surprising. After all, what place was there for a medic—even one commanding better-than-average skill with a blaster—in a business transaction anyway? Correct answer: none. Most of the 'action' medics got to see happened after the shoot-‘em-ups and what not. Other people wasted their bodies for oft-times ridiculous things. It was her job to stitch them all back together… and, apparently, to take charge of the Conn while the Captain was away. So, there she was: a medic sitting amid the mechanical chaos of lights and noises that emanated endlessly from the cockpit, hopeless as the thimiars she used to trap on her home world.
The Togruta sighed loudly, careless of the fact that she had no audience, and fiddled with one of the stripped lekku that framed her face. The movement made her headpiece jingle softly. It was made in the traditional way, out of akul teeth and metal found on her home world. This was the only memento of Shili that Vinaara Ja allowed herself, and she wore it daily. In addition to that, she wore a pretty standard outfit for one in her line of work. It was form-fitting and light, perfect for moving with speed should the necessity befall her. Around her waist, she wore a gun belt with her favored pistol firmly in its holster. In the manner of her species, she was barefoot. Shoes unnerved her and inhibited her sense of the Force.
Granted, she was no Jedi master, but she was familiar with the Force in the most basic sense simply because of what she was. In that way, she was able to sense the familiar signatures of her Captain and crew mates somewhere down below her.
With another, quieter sigh she made herself more comfortable on the chair she was sitting on. Bored in her solitude, she wondered how long the Captain’s errand would take. Ever desirous of efficiency, sitting in the cockpit as if she knew what she was doing was beginning to make her uncomfortable. She longed for the quiet sanctuary of either her quarters or her sick bay. Even the crew, motley as it was, would be a welcome change from this… waiting.
Next time, she’d convince the Captain to bring her along.
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Post by Nysste on Feb 10, 2014 11:48:29 GMT -8
*Nysste smirked at Bateman. Was he testing her, or seeking to see her power? Either way... this man never surrendered, which after using the Force with her other hand to knock away the mace to the ground, Nysste began to close her hand. The strength she was using was about double what her victim could give in a full swung punch. It would render him choking, and she soon lifted her saber with the Force, like she did with the mace, and ignited its orange blade. It would lunge forward with a push from her hand and a twist of her wrist, jabbing into the neck and slicing it wide open. This would kill the beast instantly as she pulled out the lungs that could have kept it alive. The body would hit the floor with a thud and the lungs would float within the air. Her lightsber dissengaged and flew backwards to her hand. Nysste allowed her main hand to rest as the lungs dropped to the floor in a heap of flesh and blood. She stared at the man with her gold-brown eyes, but not to intimidate him, only to see if he could tell she was serious in her intentions.*
"I'm going to assume his usefullness was outlived."
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Post by Ceal Xela on Feb 10, 2014 15:09:13 GMT -8
The food in the spaceport want so bad. The undercooked meat reminded Ceal of the first time he meet Juuan. He crewed the remains of his food as he wiped his hands with a low-quality napkin. The small layer of grease soaked trough the flimsy napkin upon contact. Ceal hoped that the quality of work and product is mirrored by the paper he was using to wipe his hands.
Having swallowed, Ceal grabbed his paper plate and threw it in the trash an with the rest of the garbage. He wiped the remaining crumbs from his lips and made his way through the port. It was almost time.
The Gamorrean guards kept their eyes on Ceal. He kept his hands out if his pockets and proceeded into the main Juvex I/E building.
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 15:39:16 GMT -8
*Nysste smirked at Bateman. Was he testing her, or seeking to see her power? Either way... this man never surrendered, which after using the Force with her other hand to knock away the mace to the ground, Nysste began to close her hand. The strength she was using was about double what her victim could give in a full swung punch. It would render him choking, and she soon lifted her saber with the Force, like she did with the mace, and ignited its orange blade. It would lunge forward with a push from her hand and a twist of her wrist, jabbing into the neck and slicing it wide open. This would kill the beast instantly as she pulled out the lungs that could have kept it alive. The body would hit the floor with a thud and the lungs would float within the air. Her lightsber dissengaged and flew backwards to her hand. Nysste allowed her main hand to rest as the lungs dropped to the floor in a heap of flesh and blood. She stared at the man with her gold-brown eyes, but not to intimidate him, only to see if he could tell she was serious in her intentions.* "I'm going to assume his usefullness was outlived." -Bateman- "You are misstaken, He was usefull to the end. Please, follow me, I have a VIP conference room specially set aside for these kinds of occasions. I hope your travel was not too tiresome. I can have food and drink brought in, and if you wish for any other entertainment, I will be sure to try and satisfy your every need. I am myself fond of the Rylothian kitchen. Will that suffice?" He said, leading her down a corridor inside the Starport building, and to a large room with minibar, a serving table and a large conferance table. There was a wall for the lights and the entry slidedoors, one for a large widescreen display and a second wall with many displays showing the financial stock market news from several worlds. Bateman stood by the bar and poured himself a drink, scotch with fake ice. It was a very usefull invention of Dr Q and his gang. Ice that did not water down the scotch. Juvex Import Exports were trying to claim patents and find markets for the product. He made one for Nysste too.-Bateman- "So, I gather you have a complicated past that does not interest me beyond the question: Will someone look for you? A disgruntled master, pupil, enemy, friend, police force? Something you are running from?" The food in the spaceport want so bad. The undercooked meat reminded Ceal of the first time he meet Juuan. He crewed the remains of his food as he wiped his hands with a low-quality napkin. The small layer of grease soaked trough the flimsy napkin upon contact. Ceal hoped that the quality of work and product is mirrored by the paper he was using to wipe his hands. Having swallowed, Ceal grabbed his paper plate and threw it in the trash an with the rest of the garbage. He wiped the remaining crumbs from his lips and made his way through the port. It was almost time. The Gamorrean guards kept their eyes on Ceal. He kept his hands out if his pockets and proceeded into the main Juvex I/E building.
-Ha'ana- "Hello there Mr, Welcome to Juvex Import Exports. I am Ha'ana the help and how can I Receptionist you? ... I mean... Give assistance?" |
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Post by Nysste on Feb 10, 2014 16:26:24 GMT -8
*Nysste only remained silent as the man spoke. Even when he questioned if their new location would suit her, she remained silent. She willingly followed him into the nice room, but never cared to acknowledge the many pleasantries it had stored with. She was here for a reason, and she just killed a beast that could have still been useful. 'What a waste of the Force' She thought to herself. She couldn't understand this man, but he probably thought the same for her. Nysste wasn't the average murderous Sith, but she had to expect they didn't get much Sith-like people here. She would wave off the drink if Bateman decided to hand it to her. She clasped her hands together and took a very calm stance with her feet spread apart and hands in front of her.*
"I am pure Sith. If I ran from my enemies, then I would not be Sith. Now, can we get rid of the pleasantries? All I demand is a job and a nice apartment for me to house my secondary belongings and such. Can you do that?"
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 16:53:28 GMT -8
-Bateman-
"Pleasantries are important, Miss, or should I call you lord Nysste? They are important. I could give you a comfortable suit but I would like to know if you will bring trouble with you or not. Your kind have a tendency of insulting and threatening left or right, and we at Juvex Import Export can respect that. What we cant respect is materiel and economic damage on behalf of these kinds of outbursts.
I will ask a few questions, and then the plesantries will be done. Dont worry, it will not hurt and it will be short.
What fullfills your life? What drives you? Dont need to go into details, I just dislike to hire people without goals.
And lastly, Do you have any contact with other sith, or jedi for that matter?"
Bateman and his Bateman brothers were tasked with one important job. Keeping Juvex Safe, and its secrets. That needed mountains of money and influence, and just as juvex, this influence needed guarding. When this Sith will gain something she does not wish to loose, she will understand.
Plus, an unknown player in this game of the Galaxy is always nice to see.
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