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Post by Darth Catharsis on Apr 7, 2008 20:55:04 GMT -5
“Go!” Vash yelled at the top of his lungs. He knew that the scream was loud enough for the young Twi’lek girl to hear. Within a second he saw her immerge out of the darkened hallway and run full speed to the ship. He himself started running toward the ship, he knew that any moment Bagga’s guards would be on their heels firing an arsenal of weapons at them. If Vash knew anything, he knew that Hutts do not take well to being crossed.
The sound of his heels slamming into the ferrocrete floor was almost deafening. He ran as fast as he could with out the use of the Force to the entrance hatch of the ship. He reached the ship before the girl did and hit the button near the door to open it. There was a puff of smoke and the loud flush of hydraulics as the door began to slowly open. The girl skidded on her heels to a stop as she reached Vash.
“Come on, come on, come on!” Vash increased the volume of his voice with every word as if the inanimate object would move faster with his coaxing. He knew that time was of the essence and they had little of it left. He grabbed the door with both hands and pulled on it to speed up the slow opening process. Once it was open far enough for him to squeeze through, he did. Once inside the craft he reached his hand out and offered the Twi’lek help in. She gladly grabbed his hand and jumped into the ship. Once they were both inside he pressed the button to close the door. The door jammed half way in the open position for a moment then began to close.
They both made their way to the cock pit as the door was closing. They twisted through the halls and corridors of the ship until finally they reached the cockpit. The cockpit was very spacious, much larger than other freighters such as the YT-1300, that Vash had been in before. The control console was huge with all sorts of multicolored lights and knobs on it. There were three black seats in the cockpit, two pilots and one co-pilot. The craft only needed two people to operate it, but a third could be added for incidentals. The cockpit was very dark when they entered but with a quick flick of a switch the entire area sprang to life.
The YG-4210 known as “Hutta” was retrofitted with two sets of blasters, one on the port side and one on the starboard side. It also had two sets of ion canons, also one on each side and a bay that held 12 concussion missiles. Vash noticed this when he sat down in the left seat and quickly scanned the console with his eyes. The Twi’lek girl sat next to him and started pressing all sorts of buttons on the console.
“You know how to fly this thing?” Vash wrinkled his brow and bobbed his head once at her as he spoke.
“No, do you?” Aavrahama answered and asked at the same time.
“No.” Vash admitted.
“Well I guess we’re both going to have to learn real fast, then, huh?” She continued to randomly press buttons until finally something happened. They both felt the ship slam back and forth quickly. Vash looked out the window to see that they were beginning to lift off the ground. He grabbed the yoke and tried to steady the ship. It pitched and yawed as it came off the ground slowly at first then more violently the second time. Vash go a hold of the ships movements and steadied it as it started to get higher. Once the ship was steady he slammed the yoke forward and the ship quickly responded. It lurched out of the hanger at great speed, soon the two saw nothing but open sky.
By this time it was dark and the orange glow of the sun looked serine and pretty, a stark contrast to the events that had just unfolded. Vash took it all in quickly, admiring the beauty before it was quickly replaced with the dark cold vacuum of space. They had made it out of Bagga the Hutt’s clutches, but they were not away from his reach. Aavrahama looked over at the Navicomputer, no destination was plotted yet. She then turned to Vash.
“So where to? I’ve got to put something into the Navicomputer.”
“Ord Mantell. Set us up for Ord Mantell. I want to get as far away from Hutt space as possible. Plus I have an old friend there. He might be able to help us.” Vash answered.
“Alright, Ord Mantell it is.” Aavrahama punched the co-ordinates into the Navicomputer and before both of them knew it the ship dropped into Hyperspace.
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Apr 8, 2008 21:52:15 GMT -5
Chapter 3 Clave Nightdog was a mountain of a man standing at 2 meters tall and weighing 200 kilos of pure muscle. The dull grey durasteel armor that he wore covered his entire body. It was mostly the dreary grey color, but there were some black, red and blue designs painted on the leg plates, shoulders and chest plates. Most of the designs where sharp with right angles that twisted through each other. The armor was old and battle hardened with several scars and scorch marks that could not be cleaned off. His face was concealed by a helmet that was reminiscent of Mandalore Canderous Ordo’s helmet. It was completely grey with a black T shaped visor on it. It also had two hoses that protruded out of the jaw line and ran down the chest plate. The hoses tucked under Claves armpits and back to a small oxygen tank on his enormous back. Clave had made the armor himself years ago. It fit him and only him seeing as how it was designed and custom built. What most people didn’t know was that the armor plates were a mixture of durasteel and cortosis which made his armor blaster resistant and lightsaber resistant. Not that there were many lightsaber wielding bounties out in the Galaxy, but it made him feel better to know that if one were to come up, he’d be prepared. The weapons that he carried were is life. They had got him in to, and out of trouble on several occasion. His main weapon was a blaster rifle that he kept strapped to his left thigh when he was not holding it. The rifle was a Merr-Sonn Munitions, Inc. Scalphunter. It was a fully automatic blaster rifle with a cortosis alloy barrel and long range spectrum microscope. It was large enough to pack a punch, but yet it was small enough to fit comfortably on Clave’s massive thigh. The weapon he carried on his right side was in its holster attached to a hip armor plate. The weapon was a 434 “DeathHammer” blaster pistol. It was much smaller than the Scalphunter, but large for a blaster pistol. It had a thick barrel and durasteel plating which made it rather heavy, but its effectiveness made up for its weight. The 434 was one of the first things Clave bought once he began earning credits as a bounty hunter. At the time of its purchase it had cost Clave 650 credits. He had since more than got his moneys worth out of the weapon. On the small of his back was another holster. This one contained an S-5 heavy blaster pistol. It was the same pistol that the royal Naboo guards often carried. The blaster had two scopes on it. One was on the top of the blaster and the other was off to the side. It also had a grappling hook tip with a liquid-cable shooter attachment, so it could also be used as a durable ascension gun. The cable reservoir held enough liquid for twenty meters of cable. Clave had bought the blaster off a Black Sun thug a few years back. He knew the usual price was 900 credits, but he was forced to pay 1200 for it. It was a small increase that Clave was willing to pay for such an exquisite versatile blaster. On his right leg, just below his knee, was a hidden compartment in between his armor and his leg. It was completely invisible to the naked eye, which is exactly what Clave wanted it to be. In the compartment he kept a small, but effective, Q4 holdout blaster. The blaster was very small and only had enough charge for 10 shots, but if all else failed he new he could count on it. It was very sharp, with several right angles. The plasteel casing was grey in color, making it look more like a children’s toy than a weapon. The reason Clave carried this particular holdout blaster was because of it lethality. It was much more powerful than most holdout blasters, however it lacked range. This didn’t bother Clave, though, as long as it could kill, he felt it was his style. There was another hidden compartment in the armor as well. The other one was in between the chest plate of the armor and Clave’s actual chest. It could be accessed by both left and right sides. In the compartment were two holsters that held twin DL-18 blaster pistols. The DL-18 was a cheap and balanced weapon. Clave used the twin blasters more for intimidation than actual fire power. He got a sadistic thrill out of watching his marks tremble in fear when they had twin blasters pointed at them. On his right gauntlet was a Dur-24 wrist laser. The wrist laser was comparable to a standard blaster in terms of power, and had a range of fifty meters. On his left gauntlet was a wrist link which had a comlink, hologram projector and a chrono built into it. It was easy to say that Clave Nightdog was a one man arsenal. And he took his job very seriously.
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Jun 27, 2008 23:12:15 GMT -5
Clave had always made money as a bounty hunter. The credits he made were not always in abundance, but they were consistent. This had to do with the fact that Clave didn’t work alone. It was rare for bounty hunters to work together, but Clave worked with what he considered to be his siblings. The four bounty hunters were not related biologically, but they did have something in common, they were all orphans.
All four of them met at an orphanage on Coruscant. They were all about the same age, Clave being the oldest. They quickly became friends and looked out for one another. Living at an orphanage is not an easy life, it hardens people, desensitizing them to the horrors of the Galaxy. This is why all four of the “siblings” became ruthless cold blooded bounty hunters.
They called themselves The Shadow Hounds. Upon reaching adulthood and being cast out of the orphanage, they changed all their last names to fit their team name. When ever they got paid for a bounty they would spit the credits evenly between themselves. This kept a constant flow of credits coming in because there was always at least one of them out on a mission. The oldest and the leader of the group was Clave Nightdog.
Clave’s right hand and second in command was the youngest out of all of them. She was a human girl named Silt Panthac. Even though she was the youngest, her bloodlust rivaled that of even Clave. She was also known for being particularly cruel to who ever was unfortunate enough to be apprehended by her. People say that she had it the roughest out of all the Shadow Hounds. Her past before the orphanage was hardly known, mostly because Silt did not talk. The “brothers” knew that something intensely disturbing must have happened to their “sister” to strike her mute, but none of them ever wanted to know exactly what it was.
It was not because they didn’t care about her, all of them cared deeply for each other. It was mostly because they didn’t want to trudge up old painful memories. The three brothers all had different theories of what abuses caused her trauma, but they all felt it was beneficial to her mental health not to bring it up. They needed her to always be sharp and focused so they felt that asking her to relive her past would shock her system and she would become less effective as a bounty hunter.
She was an excellent bounty hunter, but that was not her only talent. She also had a talent for espionage. Some times the Shadow Hounds would take jobs that required them to gain information and they always used Silt to do it. She was a decent slicer, which made it easier to gain information, but most of the time she used her looks. She was an extremely beautiful woman with long flowing orange hair. Her eyes were as green as Nova Crystals and her lips were as red as the lava pits on Mustafa.
She was usually dressed in a form fitting black top that was cut low to her chest. Around her waist she wore a belt with several pouches on it. Each pouch was filled with all types of items and trinkets she may need on a mission. She wore dark green pants that where loose and baggy. She was a very shapely girl and very easy on the eyes. This was most of the reason she was good at getting information from her marks. She used her sex appeal to lure them into a false sense of security.
Her left wrist had the same wrist link that Clave had so she could keep in contact with him at all times. On the right side of her belt was a holster that held a SSK-7 heavy blaster pistol. She also wore a shoulder holster on her left side that held a Power 5 heavy blaster pistol. These were the only two weapons she carried. She new that she could fight her way out of any situation with these weapons so she did not need an arsenal like Clave had. She didn’t frown on his array of weaponry, but she, like her other brothers, thought it was a bit excessive.
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Jul 27, 2008 22:55:16 GMT -5
None of the Shadow Hounds thought Clave’s weaponry was more excessive than Evan Howlrunner. Evan was the type to use subterfuge and stealth on his missions. He always thought that Clave was to straight forward with his missions. Evan liked to stalk his prey before actually killing or capturing them. He got a thrill out of knowing that he could watch his marks from the shadows with out them ever even knowing he was there.
Evan was taller than Silt standing at about 1.7 meters in height. He had a slight build that some would regard as skinny. He didn’t care though, he had purposely trained his body to be skinny so he could fit into tight spots and go virtually unnoticed when around people. His main weapons were stealth and surprise so he didn’t need to be visually intimidating.
He was a human that had a mane of long hair. It was made up of blond tight curls that he usually kept tied back in a ponytail. He wore a tight form fitting top that was completely black. This aided in his use of stealth and cover from shadows. He also wore black pants that were very loose fitting. This also aided his stealth, but it was more for maneuverability. He needed his legs to have no resistance from clothing because of his martial arts training.
Evan had trained for many years in the Echani Arts as well as Teräs Käsi. He regarded his body as a weapon and put little stake in blasters. He did, however, carry one blaster. He seldom used it but he knew that there was most likely going to be a situation now and then that he could no fight his way out of. It was a DT-12 heavy blaster pistol, he kept it in a holster that hung from his black belt. Also on his belt was a pouch that was usually empty, but Evan sometimes needed it to put small items in.
The weapons that Evan carried, that he was proud of, were all edge weapons. On the right side of his belt was a sheath that he kept a medium sized vibroknife in. This he used mostly for assassinations. It was large enough to wield effectively, but small enough to not be bulky. On his right wrist he wore a small gauntlet that contained a Vibroknuckler. The Vibroknuckler was a weapon that was retractable and would go unnoticed and hidden in the gauntlet. Evan also used this in assassinations, It was easy to take some one out in a crowd with it. He could simply walk up to the mark, place his hand on the marks back, and draw out the blade the blade. He could then retract it and walk away, and none would be the wiser.
On his left wrist he wore the same Wristlink as Clave and Silt. Usually on missions he would keep it turned off for fear of it ringing and alerting his target of his presence. On his back he wore a small device that strapped around his shoulders. The dark brown straps held a device that was a clamping mechanism. The clamp held Evans most loved and important weapon. It was an Echani vibrosword. The clamp held it in place until Evan put his hand on the Vibrosword’s hilt. The clamp would automatically open letting Evan retrieve it from his back.
Evan had two very different sides of his personality. When he was not on a mission he was lively and always had something to say. He was well liked by his peers and got along with them very well. He was the first one to joke around with them when they had down time. The other side of his personality was very serious and extremely focused. This side came out when he was on a mission. He took bounty hunting very seriously and quite enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Jul 29, 2008 22:39:05 GMT -5
The fourth and final member of the Shadow Hounds was a man named Casador Darkwolf. He was an average sized man with a muscular build. He was no where near the size of Clave, but not too many humans in the Galaxy were. He was the quietest and calmest out of all the Shadow Hounds, but when he spoke, they all listened. He was wise beyond his years and an expert negotiator.
He had very short black hair and tan skin. The thing that stood out the most about him was the ocular implant he had in place of his left eye. It was small in size and looked like a regular eye with the exception that it permanently glowed red. He had lost his eye in a fight while on one of his first missions and replaced it once he disintegrated the man that gouged it out. At first it was nothing more than a dummy eye made of a thick panted transparasteel ball. The transparasteel gave it a glossy look so anyone who gave him a passing glance would think it was a real eye.
As he got older and gained more credits as a bounty hunter, he saved up and got the implant. It was a retinal combat implant that increased his accuracy with a blaster ten fold. Once he got the ocular implant he became accustom to it and even like it. He liked it so much, he then got an Aural Amplifier which also increased his hearing ten fold. He was already a good bounty hunter before the implants, but after he got them he became a great bounty hunter.
The rest of him was pretty average looking. The armor that he wore looked much like Clave’s dull silver armor, the only difference was it had no painted designs on it. He had also custom made his armor much like Clave had. The thick durasteel plates covered his entire body except his head. The biggest difference between his armor and Clave’s was that Casador wore a long black cloak around his shoulders. The cloak also had a hood, at times he would put the hood up and wrap himself in the cape, which made him look almost like a Jedi.
He had taken the basic design for Clave’s armor and used it for himself. He did have to change it slightly to fit him though. He had taken out the hidden compartment in the chest plate, but he did live the one in the lower leg. In the compartment he kept the same Q4 holdout blaster that Clave had in his. The weapon made sense to Casador, it was small, compact and fit perfectly in the compartment. It was also a powerful little blaster so therefore it was effective.
Slung around his back by a small brown leather strap was an E-5 blaster rifle. This was the rifle made famous and most commonly used by the B-1 battle droids of the Trade Federation. It was a light, powerful blaster that was easy to wield. His secondary weapon was kept in a holster that hung from the left side of his hip plate. It was a CR-2 blaster pistol. It was a versatile pistol with two settings. One was for plasma energy and the other was for a charge of electricity that would stun an opponent.
The others regarded Casador as a quite and sometimes strange person. None of them knew him all that well, but they accepted him into their group. His intelligence and skill as a bounty hunter more than made up for any idiosyncrasies that he had. He usually kept to himself, so much so that often the others had no idea what mission he was performing when he was away. They didn’t really care though, he always came back to them to split whatever credits he had earned. His loyalty also made up for his sometimes quirky behavior.
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Aug 3, 2008 22:12:55 GMT -5
Casador often spent time in his personal quarters. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the others, he just preferred to be by himself. His room was small and compact like all the others on the ship. There were four personal rooms that made up most of the interior of the SoroSuub Personal Luxury Yacht 3000 that the Shadow Hounds called home.
They had bought the ship some time ago and had done heavy modifications to it. The inside sitting area had been converted into a thin hallway with two doors on both sides. The seats that were originally there had been taken out and sold off to make way for the construction of the personal rooms. The rooms were small, but all included a bed and desk. Each different Shadow Hound had decorated their particular room differently. It was not only each ones sleeping quarters, but also their retreat away from the outside universe.
Near the stern of the ship were two doors. One door led to a communal refresher and the other lead to the exterior observation deck. The observation deck door was magnetically sealed when the ship was in space travel so no one would accidentally exit it and inadvertently destroy the ship. It was unlocked, however, when the ship entered an atmosphere. Many times Clave himself could be found standing on the deck taking in the sights of what ever planet they happened to be on.
The ship itself was 50 meters long and painted dark grey. It had a long nose which was pointed and had sensor arrays on the front of it. The Hyperdrive and Ion engines were set out from the main body of the ship on the ends of small wings that protruded from the bottom of it. Also on the bottom of the ship was a retractable laser cannon, in case they ran into any trouble. They hadn’t used it very many times, but the times they did have to use it, they were thankful that it was there.
On the top of the ship was a docking coupling that was converted into a small shaft. The shaft reached up into a Z-95 Headhunter that was kept docked on top of the ship. The headhunter was used by all the Shadow Hounds and none of them regarded it as a personal craft. It had been used in case one of the Shadow Hounds had a mission away from where ever the Luxury Yacht was at a particular time. It was also used if two different Hounds were on two different missions at the same time. One would take the Luxury Yacht and the other would take the Headhunter.
Just under the short shaft that led to the Headhunter were four comfortable looking seats. The white seats looked strange but comfortable nonetheless. The seats were positioned around a small blue table. On the table sat a holo which they could use to get information about new bounties or the holonet news. It was also used as a personal contact for all of the individuals on the ship. The seats were positioned on a semi circle around the table and pointed away from the rooms, towards the bridge.
The bridge it self was like many others in ships. There was nothing very flashy about it. The Luxury Yacht was made for the passenger, not the pilot. It was stripped down and very average looking. The ship called for two pilots but it could be operated by one. None of the Shadow hounds had the time to play pilot so they had a droid pilot that took care of the departures and travels through space.
The droid was an FA-4 pilot droid that seldom ever came out of the cockpit. It was an unintelligent droid and had only the most basic language skills. It was a good pilot in normal situations, but if anything out of the ordinary were to happen, one of the Shadow Hounds would have to take over. The Hounds didn’t really care for the droid and regarded it as nothing more than an expensive autopilot system. Clave often checked on it to make sure it wasn’t malfunctioning.
Silt and Evan sat in the chairs around the table as the door to the bridge opened. Clave stepped out through the door into the living area that the other two were sitting in. He had just come back from the bridge where he was checking the pilot droid for errors. He had found none and the droid was still on course. They were blasting through space waiting for a bounty to come their way.
As Clave passed by the other two Shadow Hounds he glanced at them for a moment. Silt was sitting in the chair with her legs pulled up onto the seat. She held one foot with her hand and let her other arm rest on her knee. She stared at the Holonet News that was playing on the holo. She looked disinterested and stoic. It was almost like she was staring at it because there was nothing better to look at.
Evan seemed to be enthralled by the Holonet News. He sat hunched forward on his seat. His feet were spread far apart and he rested his elbows on his knees. He looked like he was watching some suspenseful encounter that he was completely wrapped up in. Suddenly his excitement burst out of him in the form of a yell and him throwing his arms up in the air.
“Oh! Did you see that? Did you see that?” He talked fast and loud, something that the others were used to by now. Clave stopped in his tracks and looked at the Holonet News. On it was a story about a large explosion in the Crimson Corner, a high crime area of Coruscant’s under city. Clave turned and kept walking towards his personal quarters.
“Didn’t you see that?” Evan asked again, only this time his question was directed at Clave instead of the open air. “They blew it up.” He continued “They blew up an entire domicile, see, see I told you, those kriffing mudcrutches would get what they deserved.”
Clave payed no attention and kept walking. Silt looked up for a moment at Evan then quickly resumed her uncaring attitude.
“Ahh, you guys are no fun.” Evan said feeling defeated as he sat back down.
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Aug 4, 2008 22:01:43 GMT -5
Evan had always had a deep seeded hate for Coruscant and its inhabitants. When ever he heard a story about something devastating happening to the planet, he basked in the glory of it. The planet was the place of his birth, but it was also the place of his abuse. The orphanage that he stayed at with the others was a constant hell of physical and mental abuse by the headmasters. It was all he could think about every time he heard anything about the planet. He saw the entire planet as a place that was full of people like the headmasters, even though this was far from the truth. He also hated the planet because it was the center of government for the Galaxy. He had never trusted government of any kind and he absolutely hated politicians. He found them to be “a bunch of liars and double talkers,” as he put it. He had a few run-ins with politicians in the past, but most of what he knew about them came from watching the Holonet News or reading books and datapads about the subject. He didn’t like anyone who pretended to be someone or something they are not, and he didn’t like people who said one thing and did the opposite. Evan felt that politicians were the antithesis of good and honest people. Clave, on the other hand, cared little for politics. He also cared little for Coruscant and its inhabitants. As far as Clave was concerned that explosion could have been anywhere in the Galaxy and he would have felt the same way. Indifferent. It didn’t make a difference to him where the explosion was or how many people where killed in it. As long as it wasn’t on the ship that the Shadow Hounds called home, it made no difference to him. He kept walking passed Evan towards his room. By this time Evan’s outburst had calmed and he had sat back down to further listen to the news. Clave paid him no mind as he entered the hallway and turned to the first door on the left. It slid open and he entered. He walked into the room and sat down on the bed that was a bit too small for him. The bed he had acquired for his room was a normal size, but since he was so massive it seemed small. He looked across the room, the desk had a computer console on it which blinked to let him know that it was turned on. Above that hanging on the wall was an X-45 sniper rifle. It had cost him 1000 credits, but it was well worth it for such an exquisite weapon. It was the last thing he looked at before laying down on his bed for some rest. “So where are we headed to anyway?” Evan asked Silt as he broke his concentration of the news to look at her. She looked over at him, shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows as if to say “I don’t know”. Evan knew full well that his question would go unanswered by Silt, but he liked to talk to her anyway. He liked to make her feel like she was no different than anyone who wasn’t mute. In turn, Silt appreciated his efforts to make her feel “normal”. After Evan questioned she seemed to perk up a bit. She slid her legs down so her feet touched the floor and she crossed her arms. “Perhaps it would be more prudent to ask what mission is next, instead of where we are going.” The cold deep voice came from behind them. It was Casador, he had exited his room and was walking up the hallway towards the conversation area that Silt and Evan were sitting in. He had heard Evan’s question and saw Silt’s response. When Casador spoke the two others turned to look at him as if they where shocked by his presence. And indeed they were shocked by his presence. “I am leaving to go make some credits for us. I should be back in a day or two. Keep the homing beacon on so I can find the ship when I need to return.” Casador didn’t look at either of the other two Shadow Hounds as he spoke. He walked over to the small shaft where the ladder was that stretched upward through the docking coupling and into the Headhunter. He didn’t say another word as he climbed the ladder and entered the ship docked on the outside of the luxury yacht. Silt and Evan just looked at each other. They were silent, but the look in both of there eyes was louder than any words that could have been spoken. They were both thinking the same thing, “Weirdo!” _______________________ The stone walls of the small dark room were cool and the air was dry. The room was completely empty except for the gigantic mass that made up Bagga the Hutt’s body. He sat in silence waiting for his majordomo to show up in the small private room that the two had talked in so many times. This room was a small off shoot of the main palace that not too many of Bagga’s employees knew about. It was a place for silence and secrecy among Bagga and his closest cohorts. As Bagga sat in silent contemplation, he thought about the events that had transpired that day. The strange man showing up and being captured, finding out that he wielded a lightsaber and then having him slay some of the guards before escaping. This angered Bagga to no end. He wanted to know exactly who this person was, why he was on Klatooine and most importantly why he was still alive. He growled as he thought these thoughts. Suddenly his concentration was broken by the opening of the secret door that led into the small room. Jeel entered and shut the door behind him. He walked over and stood in front of Bagga. He bowed his head then spoke in Bagga’s native tongue, Huttese. “Your excellence, I have some disturbing news.” “What is it?” Bagga barked back at his majordomo. Jeel could feel Bagga’s hot breath on his face. By the tone in the Hutts voice, Jeel could tell he was not happy. “The Kiffar has escaped the palace. It seems he has stolen the ‘Hutta’ and taken it into hyperspace. We are trying to track him now.” “Kill the guards that let him escape, I will not have such dissention in my ranks.” Bagga’s voice boomed as he spoke. “It seems that the Kiffar has already deal with them. He struck down the three guards that were stationed in the hanger. He also took one of the slave girls with him.” “Which one?” Bagga inquisitively asked. “The grey Twi’lek, Aavrahama.”
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Aug 6, 2008 21:01:43 GMT -5
Bagga’s eyes rolled back and forth as he chewed on his tongue for a moment. In that moment his anger had boiled over at the thought of a prisoner escaping from his palace with his ship and one of his favorite slave girls.
“I want him found!” Bagga yelled, “I want a bounty on his head before my ship comes out of Hyperspace, and I want his head returned to me!” His voice was so loud that Jeel figured every living thing in Bagga’s palace had probably heard him scream. Jeel stayed silent for a moment as he looked at Bagga. The enormous Hutt was breathing heavy from releasing his anger in one loud vocal explosion. As Jeel stood there trying to stay calm, he spoke in a low soothing voice.
“You’re Excellency, I do not believe sending a bounty hunter after this man is a good idea.”
“What! Why?” Bagga again yelled at the Quarren.
“Because sire, if you put a bounty out on this man, then news will surly get back to the bosses on Nal Hutta. If the bosses find out that this has happened, they may question your ability to keep order on Klatooine. And knowing them, there is no telling what they will do in a situation like that.” Jeel spoke again in a calm fashion. Bagga thought about Jeel’s words for a moment as he himself began to calm down and think more rationally. It was exactly what Jeel had wanted him to do. Jeel used his own calmness in hopes that it would rub off on Bagga and he would be more susceptible to Jeel’s persuasion. It worked just as Jeel thought it would and just as it had in the past.
This was not the first time Jeel had pulled a stunt like this. He liked the old Hutt, but he still had an agenda of his own. For years Jeel had been the one that was truly in control of the day to day operations of Klatooine. He was the one that took the orders from the bosses on Nal Hutta, he was the one that oversaw all of Bagga’s decisions and he was the one that often persuaded Bagga into making those decisions. Of course, he was the only one that knew this information. He kept up the illusion that Bagga was in charge so if anything ever truly devastating happened, Bagga would be the one to take the fall.
Jeel had grown to be friends with the Hutt over the years, but he knew he had to put himself before anyone else. If that meant selling out one of his friends, he was all for it. The con man turned majordomo did his job well, but in his heart he was still nothing more than a scoundrel.
“What do you propose we do, then?” the now much calmer Hutt asked.
“I propose that you let me track him personally. I have no reservations about killing this man and if I am the one to do it, no one will have to find out about the events that transpired today.” Jeel said.
“You! If you go, who will take your place in your absence?” The Hutt questioned in a slightly perturbed manor.
“Drekk is more than suitable for the position, and besides, it will only be for a short time.” Jeel reminded him.
“Let me think about this.”
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Aug 10, 2008 21:06:18 GMT -5
Jeel turned and began walking out of the room. Suddenly Bagga reached out and grabbed him by his arm. Jeel faked shock as he looked back at the Hutt. He wanted Bagga to think that he was surprised by his fast decision, but he wasn’t. He had worked with the Hutt long enough to know when his persuasion would work and when it wouldn’t, and he knew this time it had worked. He turned back to look at Bagga as he let go of his arm. “Drekk will take your place while you are gone. I want you to find the Kiffar and kill him quickly and quietly, then return here with his head…but not his body.” Bagga said as he licked his lips. “Very well your Excellency. I will leave immediately.” Jeel gave a slight bow as he finished his sentence then he turned to exit the small room. Just before he touched the secret door to open it, Bagga stopped him once again. “Jeel,” he paused “who are the remaining witnesses to today’s actions?” “Two slave girls, one guard, the Bith band and Drekk.” Jeel answered. “Have them all executed, with the exception of Drekk. In fact, have Drekk carry out the executions. I don’t want to leave any loose ends or witnesses that could leak the story to prying ears.” Bagga commanded. Two of the only people on Bagga’s staff that he trusted were Drekk and Jeel and he knew neither one of them would leak the story to the bosses, but the others would sell him out if they could. He was well aware of that fact and he wanted to make sure no one found out about the Twi’lek girl and the Kiffar man. “Very well sire, I will inform Drekk, and then I will leave to follow the Kiffar and the Twi’lek.” Jeel was impressed only for a moment at the ruthlessness of the Hutt. It seemed that Jeel’s persuasion had worked well, better than he had hoped, in fact. He gave another slight bow then turned and exited the room. Bagga sat by himself in the dimly lit room. His anger rose again once Jeel had left and all he could think about was the man with the tattoo on his face. Quylus Vash, he recalled the name and said it to himself over again so not to forget. Quylus Vash, the man with the lightsaber that slaughtered his guards. Quylus Vash, the man that soon was to be executed by his majordomo. He smiled at the thought of Vash’s death, he knew that retribution would be served. _______________________ The Headhunter dropped out of hyperspace near the planet Kintoni. As the star lines of hyperspace collapsed back into white dots, Casador got visual confirmation of the planet. He pushed the yoke forward gently and took the ship into a dive toward the planet. It took only a few minutes before the Headhunter broke the atmosphere and blasted down through the night sky. Casador thought only about the man he was supposed to meet when he arrived on the surface of the planet. The man had contacted him through a source of Casador’s that the other Shadow Hounds didn’t know about. That was how Casador always was, secretive. He had several secret contacts that the others didn’t know about. The contacts would often call upon Casador if they knew of someone that had a taken a bounty out and wanted the job done discreetly. That always seemed to appeal to Casador, he liked being secretive and he liked taking work that aloud him to be secretive. He landed the Headhunter on a landing pad in a landing port in the city. He new that the city had a name, but he didn’t care to learn it. Why bother learning the name of the city, it was an insignificant place on an irrelevant planet. He had come here to do a job and that was all. He could care less about sight seeing and learning minor trivial details such as history and names of places. He had the co ordinates of where to land and where to meet his contact, and that is all he needed. He exited the ship and walked into the main building of the landing port to pay the docking dues. He stepped up to the transparasteel window that had a drawer under for putting payment in. The drawer slid open as the man behind the window pressed a button. He began to speak before he even looked up at Casador. “That’ll be twenty three cred…” the man stammered mid word as he looked up at Casador. Apparently this man did no expect to see a muscular man standing there with a cloak and hood. He especially didn’t expect to see one blazing red eye cutting through the darkness like a beacon at the edge of an ocean. “Twenty three credits please, sir.” The man said once he regained his composure. “Here.” Casador threw the credits into the drawer. He knew that his appearance might take people off guard from time to time, but he never got used to it. This was one more example of some ignorant local not knowing how to react to him. He wanted to give the man one good punch to teach him a lesson, but he knew that he could not. The transparasteel was hindering him from doing so, as well as the fact that he didn’t want to make a scene. “That’s some eye you got there.” The port worker gingerly commented. His shock was beginning to subside enough to treat Casador like a person and not a monster. Plus he knew he was safe behind the transparasteel window.
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Aug 13, 2008 23:11:51 GMT -5
“Some say that the eyes are the windows to the soul,” Casador spoke in a low deep tone “But this eye, this eye can see into yours.” He leaned in towards the window as he peered at the attendant. The man shivered in response. He knew that no harm could come to him being safely seated behind the transparasteel, but there was something ominous in Casador’s voice, something ethereal, something scary. The man said nothing as Casador turned and walked away. He put his head back down and felt relieved at the bounty hunters exit. He didn’t know what it was, but when Casador spoke he could feel a fear in him self well up. It was almost as if the bounty hunter was some sort of demon, the man thought.
Casador continued to walk passed the outer exit and into the city streets. His thoughts did not dwell on the attendant. He knew that he had struck fear in his heart and that was all he wanted to do. How many others had he done this to in the past? Casador had lost count over the years. It was not a new trick for him to scare people with his riddle filled speech and his odd looking eye. Every time some made him feel like he was a freak because of it he reacted this same way. After so many times of doing this to people he hardly even realized that he did it at all any more.
The streets of the city were dark and wet. There were several glow lamps that flickered trying their hardest to stay on, but failing completely. The streets were mostly empty, commoners had all gone home for the night and the only lively places that could be seen were the few different cantinas in the area. There were also a few slythmongers that stalked through the dark ally ways waiting for the next addict to come their way. Casador paid no attention to them, they had nothing he wanted and they could tell that he had nothing they wanted.
He kept walking until he was out of the area of the dark underbelly of the city and into what looked like a slightly wealthier section. He checked his data pad and saw that he was right where he needed to be to meet the contact. He put the data pad back into his robe and looked around for a moment. He stood on a sidewalk right next to a large arch with a red light at the top. There was a low fence on either side of the arch and the house behind it was large and lavish. Casador’s eye caught the number on the house as his line of sight scanned quickly around. 455 Tinegris Street, it read on a small plaque next to the main entrance.
“Psst.” Casador heard as he turned around. He turned to face where the sound came from as he completely forgot about the address on the house. He was solely focused on his mission and cared little about the environment around him. When he turned he saw a short cloaked man standing in front of him, it was his contact. The short man spoke in a whisper to Casador. “I see you found this spot without a problem.”
“Yes.” Casador replied.
“Good. I have an interesting proposition for you.” The contact again whispered.
“Go on.” Casador said in a stern tone. The contact reached into his robes and pulled out a datapad. He handed it to Casador then turned around.
“All the information is there in the data pad, your payment will be 5000 credits upon completion of the job. Return here for payment, I will be waiting.” The contact finished and began to walk off into the shadows. Casador said nothing as the short man disappeared into the darkness of the streets. The Shadow Hound then turned his attention to the data pad and accessed it to see the details of his newest bounty.
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Post by Darth Catharsis on Aug 14, 2008 22:27:02 GMT -5
Merik Jenoh was the name of the mark and the data pad made no illusions about what the contract entailed. They wanted him dead. It seemed simple enough to Casador and he had no reservations about killing the Durosian. A job was a job and if it made credits for him, he didn’t care what it entailed.
The data pad went on to tell him about the location of where the bounty could be found. There was a small cantina that the Duro bartended and was the proprietor of. Casador felt a sinister feeling wash over him. He tried to imagine why a bounty was taken out on a lowly cantina owner. It probably had something to do with land space, Casador thought. He figured that the people responsible for putting out the bounty probably wanted to buy the cantina to destroy it and put in an establishment that would bring in more revenue. The Duro would not sell to them so they put a bounty on him. It made sense to Casador.
He quickly shook off the thoughts and focused back on the datapad. The instructions were very clear. They wanted Merik to be made an example of. When Casador read this he smiled. To him it meant that he would not have to be sneaky about the bounty, he could just walk into the cantina and blast the mark then walk out again. Theses were the types of jobs that he liked. He didn’t care for being stealthy, that was Evan’s way of doing things. Even though Evan was almost surgical in the way he took out marks, Casador never really cared for sneaking around in the shadows. It made him feel like a Borrat skittering through the lower levels of Coruscant.
He turned off the datapad and put it into his robes. He turned and began walking back in the direction he had come from. The datapad informed him that the cantina was near the area were he had docked his Headhunter. As he walked he took note of his surroundings. It was late and there was no one out on the streets. The hustle and bustle of the day had been replaced by the silence and darkness of night. Every few minutes he heard the clipping noise of canine paws on the ferrocrete streets and back alleys. No doubt it was some stray animal foraging for a scrap of food in the waste containment bins throughout the city.
After several minutes of walking he finally made it to the cantina. The blue and red lights accentuated the name of the establishment, “The Pit”. As Casador stood in front of the building he could hear several people inside who sounded like they were having a good time. Perhaps they were locals who frequented this cantina and where happy at no other location. There were a few other signs on the outside of the building that were dimly lit. The door to get in was small and recessed from the flat exterior. It was flanked on both sides by large windows that were smoky on the outside so that no one walking by could see in. Only a hint of light could be seen behind the dark clouded windows. With one final look around the outside, Casador shrugged his shoulders then proceeded to push on the door to enter.
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