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Title: Chapter One
Description: Club Murder


Kradedis - June 22, 2006 06:22 PM (GMT)
Year: NOY 19 (3 months BBY)
GST: 1300
Location: Hutt Space
Destination: Nar Shadda (for the moment)

Narrator: White lines of stars flashed around the Law’s Longarm II as BHG Team 0368 zipped through hyperspace back towards Nar Shadda after a disappointing mission cut short by target suicide. Seth Kora and Xavier Tyredarelon sat in the cockpit of the ship watching the stars go by as Myn Antilles sat not far away at the engineering station. The three humans were up for the day, while the two Weequay hunter twins had quiet time off in their cabins. Quiet time…the whole ship was engaged in quiet time. Bounty Hunters would win some, and lose some. While they didn’t waste any supplies, or get hurt on the last assignment, they wasted time…and time was money to all five of them. The only thing that roused them from their meditation, sleep, and daydreaming was the sudden excited beeping of R3-D6. The astro droid’s message was relayed six times before the crew all made it into the lounge area where the holo-viewer was located. It was either a nastygram from Boggo the Hutt, their Guild sponsor, or their next assignment…but then again, it could have been both. As soon as all were present, R3 switched on the viewer…soon, it would no longer be a mystery what the call was about…

A wise man had once said, “One should eat to live, not live to eat,” but Boggo the Hutt either wasn’t aware of that wise teaching, or simply didn’t care. As his large bulky image appeared across the view screen before the crew of the Law’s Longarm II, he grabbed a frog-like creature from a watery holding tank and tossed it into his mouth…and began to speak with the creature still trying to escape his mouth. His grumbly voice sounded like a small earthquake.

Boggo: Noska-chuuda…Maygah-wonka-gayvohdo.

A shiny translator droid, appeared behind Boggo.

Droid: His excellency Boggo the Hutt is disappointed that none of you were able to collect on the Vyax mission, but he understands that sometimes the beings you track are cowards who would rather take their own lives than face justice. The Verpine shouldn’t have stolen those converter plans.

Boggo: Ho-ho-ho…hah…hah…hah. Choggah hah may-bookie. Obska-shoda, nook-kay-vah. Nooska-bena, kay-wanka-shida.

Droid: Yes, the moment he stole the plans, he sealed his fate. One of our teams managed to get the plans back, so the case is closed. Imbursements for ship goods are being transmitted with your next assignment. It is being transmitted to you now. Your financer, his excellency Boggo the Hutt wishes you much luck in this new assignment, the recovery of Retaygo Binool, a Rodian night club owner that thought it was…funny…to double cross our client.

Narrator: The five hunters watched as the load indicator bar began to process…files flashed before their eyes…contact information, target information, and the best part, reward information.

Boggo: Tay-choogah, Boskahn-davoh-day-wannah-tahgo….

Droid: It will require breaking and entering, slicing, possibly even file collection, and having to fend off staff guards, mercenaries…and quite possibly other parties not excluding spice dealer friends of Binool. The file information only contains personal data on the target, target location, and your contact Genta Doshka. She is waiting for you on Rodia…Binool’s homeworld. She lives in a small condo with her mother less than a mile and half from the target’s home. Equator city is a big place, so the location of the condo is marked clearly for you all and any speeder cabby should be able to read it and get you there minutes after you all set down. Her story is quite disturbing, and Boggo the Hutt doesn’t expect this to be a live collection. 15,000 credits for Binool standing before Boggo if you can and…10,000 credits for Binool’s head. This is a standard five-way split…3,000 a piece for him alive, 2,000 for his head. Read the contract and notice that there other bonus reward options available as well.

Boggo: Nay-chudo…May bookai qwon-kuuda?

Droid: His excellency Boggo the Hutt says he isn’t busy at the moment. He is asking whether you have any questions.

File Update on Contact, Target and Employer Info
Bounty Hunter Procedural Information

jamfke - June 22, 2006 09:32 PM (GMT)
Dughom-Cin's pheremones tell his brother that he is hoping that this mission goes better than the last, they could use 6,000 credits. Of course, 4,000 credits was nothing to sneeze at either.

Glancing around at his team, he tries to evaluate each member's usefulness for the upcoming mission.

Orgaloth - June 23, 2006 11:06 AM (GMT)
QUOTE (jamfke @ Jun 22 2006, 04:32 PM)
Dughom-Cin's pheremones tell his brother that he is hoping that this mission goes better than the last, they could use 6,000 credits. Of course, 4,000 credits was nothing to sneeze at either.

Glancing around at his team, he tries to evaluate each member's usefulness for the upcoming mission.

Dughom-Ber doesn't look to his brother, so as not to give away their communication method,

I agree, brother. With the bust on the last mission our funds are running low, plus there was no fun in that chase. I also don't see how such a fat loathsome creature could be seen as such a danger.

Ber looks around the group before speaking,

"Mighty Boggo, We thank you for the oppurtunity to redeem ourselves. We are now aware of the cowardice of the Verpines, and thus will not allow another mark kill itself so close to capture. It may be my Weequay intellect, but glancing over the contract I see nothing mentioning bonus payments."

Kradedis - June 23, 2006 11:43 AM (GMT)
Narrator: Boggo's frown is discernable...even though...he always appears to be frowning.

Boggo: Cheboolbah nokarash...Tay wahnka konavahk may bahko....

Droid: His excellency agrees that it is your Weequay intellect...He suggests you review the contract more closely...

Boggo: Ho...Ho...Ho...Bah..hahk hah...Chahk-ay-bohn-kay-woh-narsoocha...

Droid: Specifically, the part that says "If proof of target’s involvement or orchestration of rape, murder, and unlicensed surgery, additional reward payment may be negotiated."

Boggo: Moskay-chupah!...ho...ho...ho...Garchoo tay-gohnka-chodoop.

Droid: You may be able to gain 1.5 to double the rewards!...The best part is that this reward would be straight from the client's pocket...no guild percentages.

Myn Antilles - June 23, 2006 04:35 PM (GMT)
Myn didn't bother turning to watch the holo-viewer; he didn't want to deal with the Hutt if he could help it, and besides, he could hear the assignment well enough from hear.

Slicing, breaking and entering...routine.

He leaned back in his swivel-chair, running his fingers through his recently-cut hair and pretending to be absorbed in the engine diagnostics now flickering across the computer screen. In truth, his mind was light-years away, on Corellia...

I wonder how she's doing...3,000 alive?!

Myn sat bolt-upright, taking sudden interest in their mission. Three thousand credits would be a tremendous addition to his bank account, and from what he'd heard (which was, admittedly, little), this assignment didn't sound too bad.

He only hoped he'd heard right.

Jedi Skyler - June 23, 2006 07:50 PM (GMT)
Xavier's mind works over the new job. "Hmmm." he thinks to himself. "Slicing work. Gotta like that..."

He looks at the holo, inclining his head as he speaks. "Thank you, Mighty Boggo, for your patience and understanding. You show great wisdom through your grasp of the overall situation. Hopefully our new merchandise will prove less... cowardly. Is there anything specific you can tell me about our target's computer systems, security measures, and the like? Or shall I direct these to our contact?"

Kradedis - June 24, 2006 12:41 PM (GMT)
Boggo: Chuuupah! Mohgah bonkee chohka...Mohkay cheesah...Gohbahn kaharuum darookah....Konduun tay gookae.

Droid: His excellency admits he knows little of the security system in Binool's club and underlair...His greatness suggests The Twi'lek girl contact may know more, as she was a former employee.

Boggo: Dahkwaroonkah...Tahkeeway nowaroo...bohka chiisah. Toookae javarwaroomp dayvokah....

Droid: His excellency adds that the walls and passages leading to the rooms beyond and below the the club are soundproofed. That is one security measure aside from the goons. Whether the walls are soundproofed through dense fibers or some type of electronic means, it may hamper your communications efforts if you all split up once inside.

Boggo: (face shows a slight grimace) Bahkae moookae chobankah...Chubulba nahkabah....nahkchopah dahmwaruhk.

Droid: (turns uneasily to Boggo, and then back to the viewer) His excellency wants to make it clear that the walls are soundproofed not to keep the club music from coming in, but the sounds of screams, blaster fire, and....power tools from exiting into the club...The girl will be able to provide...more information.

Boggo: Chahko...

Droid: His excellency wishes for you to ask if you wish to know anything further.


Orgaloth - June 24, 2006 01:14 PM (GMT)
"To claim the alive bounty, how much of this scum has to be alive? Are we allowed to ... how do you say it? Damage the package?"

Jedi Skyler - June 24, 2006 02:10 PM (GMT)
Xavier nods thoughtfully. "That means we won't necessarily have to worry about people out in the club hearing if we have to resort to more...explosive means to accomplish our objective. Thank you, mighty one." He looks to his teammates. "Once we have more intel from our Twi'lek, I might be able to get schematics and security details from their systems once we're on-site."

Kradedis - June 26, 2006 06:03 PM (GMT)
QUOTE (Orgaloth @ Jun 24 2006, 07:14 AM)
"To claim the alive bounty, how much of this scum has to be alive? Are we allowed to ... how do you say it? Damage the package?"

Boggo: Ho...Ho...Ho...Mahk hah hah...Nohkchahka...mahkaywohnkay tohkcha.

Narrator: The droid turns nervously around at his master, then replies...

Droid: His excellency says that brain damage or rendering the target into a coma will result in a reward as dead. Bring him back alive enough to face justice...not in a vegetative state.

QUOTE (Jedi Skyler @ Jun 24 2006, 08:10 AM)
"That means we won't necessarily have to worry about people out in the club hearing if we have to resort to more...explosive means to accomplish our objective. Thank you, mighty one."


Boggo: Tachoodah...Monkaychohka! Ho...Ho...Ho

Droid: His excellency believes you to be correct...Explosives though tend to decrease the capture rewards.


Jedi Skyler - June 27, 2006 01:54 PM (GMT)
Xavier chuckles audibly. "Have no fear, Mighty One," he replies in Huttese. "I'm thinking more of shaped charges, designed for impact in a small, contained area." He looked around at his comrades. "We will take every precaution to bring the merchandise back with his appreciative faculties in full working order. He might not be in any position to move on his own, but his brain will be unharmed..."

Kradedis - June 28, 2006 07:26 PM (GMT)
Boggo: Kayqueeskah?...Ho...Ho...Ho...Youu doo waht youu haav too doo.

Narrator: The Weequay and Xavier noticed the Hutt liked Xavier's choice of words in reference to the target...merchandise. He wanted his message to be clear to everyone in the room...He didn't particularly like having to speak through droids...but then again, he needed ADM-9 for translation when someone was brought in who spoke in a rare dialect...and was missing their teeth or part of their tongue.

Droid (ADM-9): You're in the same quadrant, so it shouldn't take you long to touch down on Rodia...Your droid should have the nav computer coordinates in its CPU already as Rodia seems to keep us stocked with employees and targets...Good luck.



Orgaloth - June 29, 2006 01:33 AM (GMT)
"Thank you mighty Boggo. We shall obtain the merchandise, and we thank you for this honour of proving ourselves to you."

Stupid fat creature. Why do we have to inflate it's ego? Brother, I think we should look to see if there is a bounty on Boggo, and maybe take it.

Dughom-Ber bows to the image of Boggo, as he talks to his brother.

Jedi Skyler - June 29, 2006 02:15 PM (GMT)
Xavier nods in respect. "Thank you, mighty one," he says. "We will do exactly that." His helmeted gaze shifts to the droid. "Thank you as well, 80. We do indeed have Rodia's details in our system, and should make planetfall soon." He returns his focus to Boggo. "If there isn't anything else you believe we should know, then we'll be off."

jamfke - July 2, 2006 02:35 AM (GMT)
Dughom-Cin bows to the Hutt's image in time with his brother.

Indeed brother, perhaps his exploits have angered other Hutts, or the Empire.

Dughom-Cin waits for the transmition to end then turns toward the cockpit, taking his place at sensors.

Kradedis - July 4, 2006 04:23 PM (GMT)
Narrator: The assignment was on screen, and soon afterward, the little astromech whirled back into the lounge to report that a course was set for Rodia...The quickest route coordinated could take them to Rodia within twelve hours...the drawback is that it took the ship through an area of dead space...no known settled worlds and anyone they came across was likely a pirate. The slower route would take six hours longer, but it would take them through more civilized space. It was actually two jumps...one to Lashbone, and then a quick replot to Rodia.

That's the way it usually was...the quicker path had the most risks, whereas the safer path took more time.

The little droid waited for the crew to take a vote...or for someone to step up and decide.

Orgaloth - July 5, 2006 01:10 AM (GMT)
Time to take the initative, eh brother? Quickest route, that way if we come across pirates, then we can get more bounties.

To the droid,

"Quickest Route. We're in a hurry."

Jedi Skyler - July 5, 2006 02:37 PM (GMT)
"Yeah, we need to get on this one and get it nailed down quickly so we can get back on top in the credits department," Xavier seconded. He then looked at the Weequay brothers. "So...do you two have any more piloting tricks to show me as we head into hyperspace? If not, I'm going to work on some programs that will help make slicing this club's systems easier."

Orgaloth - July 6, 2006 01:27 AM (GMT)
When we do check up on Boggo, I think we should use a different terminal. Not one on the ship. I bet he checks our logs

Kradedis - July 6, 2006 07:35 PM (GMT)
OOC: Jamfke...your stinky responses are requested by your stinky brother. :blink: :)

jamfke - July 7, 2006 10:10 PM (GMT)
(OOC-"PFFFT" :pu OOPSIE!)

Yes, perhaps we can find a use for Xavier again. He is a slicer after all.

Dughom-Cin smirks while checking the hyperdrive status.

Orgaloth - July 8, 2006 05:41 AM (GMT)
Unless he gets us into trouble again. I still haven't forgotten about that incedent in the Minos Cluster. I'm going to the cockpit to make sure the droid sets us on the right course.

Dughom-Ber stands up and heads to the cockpit.

Myn Antilles - July 10, 2006 10:29 PM (GMT)
Myn didn't speak to his team-mates; he had little to do with the operation of the ship, and he didn't feel like making small talk about their assignment, or anything else for that matter. He wanted to be alone...but no such luck.

He turned his attention to the diagnostics screen before him, watching the numbers flicker past. He understood them well enough; there went the menuvering jet calibration angles, the alluvial dampner's relief algorithims, the coolant system's temparture reports. Everything appeared to be in order, and the Corellian appeared to be redundant.

The story of your life, Myn...redundancy.

He sat upright, shaking his head lightly. He needed to do something.

Rising from the chair by the console, he turned towards his teammates in time to catch Xavier's comment about writing slicing programs.

"I think I'll join Xavier, if he doesn't mind."

Kradedis - July 11, 2006 02:30 PM (GMT)
Narrator: The trip through dead space was uneventful either due to luck, or perhaps anyone searching routes decided that anyone bound for Rodia from Hutt Space was not worth the risk of upsetting. In either case, within twelve hours time the Law's Longarm II came out of hyperspace at a comfortable distance outside of Rodia's atmosphere. Upon entering orbit, the hunters were contacted by ground control giving informing them of the open docking bay located in the north quarter of Equator City...it would be perfect. Upon the approach, everything seemed to be just fine, no signs of trouble or possible trouble. The bustling city below them was alive with speeder cars, swoops, and people walking through a maze of streets. The jungle city was unlike many places found in the galaxy, for though it looked like a beautiful garden, it was as dangerous as most parts of Atzerri, Corratos, and even Tatooine. The modified Yt-2000 rotated and set down not far from the recharging port hoses in the northern portion of the bay. As the landing repulsors fired and the ship set down, a Rodian customs worker stood by watching the ship inquisitively. From the cockpit, he could be seen calling into a comlink and as the crew of the ship exited, he was joined by a light patrol of one squad of Imperial Stormtroopers and an Imperial Army Lieutenant. The troopers kept their weapons at port arms, and this wasn't uncommon for them to assist locals in customs and ensuring order...still, anytime Imperials oversaw anything, it could mean trouble.

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Narrator: The troopers said nothing as the hunters approached down the gangplank and into the bay, but the officer and customs worker watched them intently.

Rodian Worker: I'll thay thith in Bathic tho all of you can underthtand. We need to go through a cargo manifetht and interetht in vithit declarathun. Altho, the landing fee in thith bay ith 150 credith...If you don't want to pay...park in the jungle.

Narrator: Rodians had a hard time speaking Basic due to their snout and tongue placement...Rarely did they attempt it. Most of the time they spoke their native tongue or Huttese...and the Army lieutenant at his side cringed as the Rodian spoke with an odd trademark lisp of most Rodians who tried to speak Basic. He couldn't stand by and watch the worker butcher Basic any longer.

Imperial Army Lieutenant: My name is Lt. Grask. I'm assigned to the Imperial Garrison here and am helping out customs. Who is the captian of this ship, and what is your business here on Rodia?

OOC: Most of you can take all of your equipment on you and walk around the streets of Equator City and not be bothered by anyone about weapons permits and things of that nature...simply because everyone else is carrying something. I still need revised lists of equipment from Orgaloth and Jamfke. Thanks.

Orgaloth - July 12, 2006 10:40 AM (GMT)
Damn this humidity. Give me the desert heat any day.

Slowed down slightly when the Rodian started talking, mainly so he could translate the rodian's basic. Once the stormtrooper speaks, he stops and looks around at how the rest of the bounty hunters are dressed and then looks at the Stormtrooper, and then again at the hunters.

He is kidding isn't he? Or is he really as dumb as a kowakian monkey lizard?

Dughom-Ber Rounds onto the Lieutenant.

"This ship is the Guilds, it is in our care, so we are all it's captian. And what other business would someone have on Rodia? We are here to hunt."

He then hefts his deck clearing gun onto his other shoulder and looks pointedly at the lieutnant.

Kradedis - July 12, 2006 03:56 PM (GMT)
OOC: Clarification - none of the Stormtroopers have spoken. Only the customs guy and the Imp Officer have said anything so far.

"This ship is the Guilds, it is in our care, so we are all it's captian. And what other business would someone have on Rodia? We are here to hunt."

Narrator: The lieutenant smiled at Dughom-Ber's response...They were a bunch of scum-bag bounty hunters. Rodia's visitors' interests in the mega-city were clear to him, and it came to a surprise that the bounty hunter who responded didn't do his research on the place before landing. Despite the reputation that Rodia had received for producing bounty hunters and criminals pursued by bounty hunters, there were hundreds of others things that these five looked like they might be interested in...like smuggling, picking up dates...or prostitutes, big game hunting, spice deals...and of course, the extensive black market.

Lt. Grask: All of you are the ship's captain...hmmm...that sounds really efficient. Well bounty hunter, there are a lot of things to do here on Rodia besides hunting the usual scum bags you're probably used to tracking. Most of the things here found on Rodia can get you into trouble. We try to bail outsiders out who are visiting this place for the first time or who may have forgotten what this place was like on their last visit...hence the questions and the declaration. Enjoy your stay here bounty hunters...Oh, one last thing. We bail people out of trouble, but come down pretty hard on those who look to make trouble. Our garrison is small, but it's large enough to really ruin your day should you try. You're all free to go, as soon as you pay Kleeko here the 150 credit docking fee.


Myn Antilles - July 12, 2006 04:09 PM (GMT)
Myn stood at the back of the team, arms folded nonchalantly as he listened in silence to the exchange between the Rodian, the Weequay, and the Imperial officer. What they said hardly concerned him; the credits would come out of the team account, and from all he'd heard of Rodia they wouldn't be required to register their weapons, which suited him fine.

He did hope, thought, that they wouldn't search him to any real degree; he had a handful of computer spikes in the bag with his portable computer and his clothes, and he'd yet to meet the Customs agency that didn't mind the illegal slicing tools.

He glanced at the stormtroopers standing nearby, but didn't make eye contact. If the soldiers made any trouble, he knew the hunters could cut them down, especially with Dughom-Ber's deck gun...but he hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"Hope" doesn't equal "won't".

jamfke - July 12, 2006 09:52 PM (GMT)
QUOTE (Orgaloth @ Jul 12 2006, 04:40 AM)
Damn this humidity. Give me the desert heat any day.

Slowed down slightly when the Rodian started talking, mainly so he could translate the rodian's basic. Once the stormtrooper speaks, he stops and looks around at how the rest of the bounty hunters are dressed and then looks at the Stormtrooper, and then again at the hunters.

He is kidding isn't he? Or is he really as dumb as a kowakian monkey lizard?

Dughom-Ber Rounds onto the Lieutenant.

"This ship is the Guilds, it is in our care, so we are all it's captian. And what other business would someone have on Rodia? We are here to hunt."

He then hefts his deck clearing gun onto his other shoulder and looks pointedly at the lieutnant.

At least we're not on Rishi.

Dughom-Cin sneers toward the Imperials as he checks the power pack of his DL-44 then slams it back into its holster and hooks his thumb into his belt. He almost lets out a chuckle as he picks up his brother's quip about the lieutenant's similarity to the crazy beast that was one of Jabba's favorite pets.

That or a squib on glitterstim.

As his brother addresses the lieutenant, Dughom-Cin crosses his arms and gives him the same look. He glances over his shoulder toward the back of the group.

"Myn, would you mind paying the man as we head out?"

Orgaloth - July 13, 2006 02:00 AM (GMT)
QUOTE (Kradedis @ Jul 12 2006, 10:56 AM)
Lt. Grask: All of you are the ship's captain...hmmm...that sounds really efficient. Well bounty hunter, there are a lot of things to do here on Rodia besides hunting the usual scum bags you're probably used to tracking. Most of the things here found on Rodia can get you into trouble. We try to bail outsiders out who are visiting this place for the first time or who may have forgotten what this place was like on their last visit...hence the questions and the declaration. Enjoy your stay here bounty hunters...Oh, one last thing. We bail people out of trouble, but come down pretty hard on those who look to make trouble. Our garrison is small, but it's large enough to really ruin your day should you try. You're all free to go, as soon as you pay Kleeko here the 150 credit docking fee.

"Don't worry he will be payed. And we are here for some R&R. I don't doubt that you and your squad could ruin someones day."

Or Hoth, my dear brother. This one does have the inflatted ego of a Squib. I hope we get to pop it.

Dughom-Ber smiles at the Lieutenant, before moving on to let Myn pay Kleeko.

Myn Antilles - July 13, 2006 02:11 AM (GMT)
Myn stepped forward, still silent, producing one of the Guild account credsticks he'd been given before they embarked.

"Well, shall we, gentlemen?"

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jamfke - July 13, 2006 04:35 AM (GMT)
Dughom-Cin smiles at the lieutenant in synch with his brother. He looks to Myn and nods at his request then turns to follow Dughom-Ber.

Kradedis - July 13, 2006 01:37 PM (GMT)
Narrator: Kleeko looks over to Myn and gestures with his snout towards him...

Kleeko: You the money man? Letth deal.

Myn Antilles - July 13, 2006 02:28 PM (GMT)
Myn aligned the Guild credstick with the Rodian's datapad, allowed a moment for the transaction to process, and then returned it to his pocket. He bowed a mocking half-bow to the customs agent and the lieutenant before turning to follow the Weequay brothers out.

Kradedis - July 13, 2006 04:01 PM (GMT)
Narrator: After paying and leaving their a$$hat welcoming committee, the five hunters walked through the heavy blast door's open frame and found themselves almost knocked over at once by heavy hot humid jungle air...mixed with speeder and ground vehicle exhaust. They stood next to a post that "No driving on the curbs" but that didn't seem to bother a few of the locals across the street from doing just that...They would just 'hop' over display stands and zip about back and forth from the street to the walkway to avoid traffic. One had to be careful, when looking both ways to cross...heck, one had to look both ways just to stand on the sidewalk. There didn't seem to be an organized traffic system...Like Rodia itself, the streets followed the laws of the jungle. If one was quick he could zip over traffic to avoid collisions, like an animal leaping up to the trees for safety. Larger vehicles seemed to have the right of way, forcing the smaller vehicles to stop or be destroyed. Predators and prey.

According to the file, they were only five blocks from the contact's home (2000 meters, or a little over a mile). They could walk it, or hop into a speeder bus for five credits a person.

jamfke - July 13, 2006 09:29 PM (GMT)
Dughom-Cin watched the traffic for a moment. It seemed that one was just as safe on foot as they would be in a vehicle.

Worse than Courscant ever dreamed of being, eh brother?

To the others, "Walk or ride?"

Myn Antilles - July 13, 2006 10:02 PM (GMT)
Myn watched the traffic "pattern" for a moment, unsurprisingly in silence, before responding.

"Umm...I'd say walk. The bus is more likely to get hit than we are on foot...bigger target, all that...buggered insane drivers..."

He shifted his shoulder bag, settling it more comfortably. The prospect of walking two klicks with what felt like a thousand kilos on his shoulder wasn't terribly appealing, but neither was getting involved in an eight-speeder pileup...

Darth Windu - July 14, 2006 01:23 AM (GMT)
"Antilles is right. We'll keep a lower profile if we walk." Seth said, surveying the landscape.

Orgaloth - July 14, 2006 06:48 AM (GMT)
Dughom-Ber stops beside his brother,

QUOTE
Worse than Courscant ever dreamed of being, eh brother?

To the others, "Walk or ride?"


I like it. The more aggresive get to where they want quicker. Walking the 2km should be a cake walk for us. It'll also allow us to split off as we approach.

"I agree. We should walk. Also I think we should stagger our entry. Or maybe only have a few of us met the contact, whilst the others keep look out. We don't want to tip our hand to early."

Kradedis - July 14, 2006 06:54 PM (GMT)
Narrator: The hunters moved out on foot, making sure not to walk in step or stay to close to each other. It was the ninth hour of the day (mid-morning) and traffic whizzed by them on their lefthand side almost non-stop. They ran into very few pedestrians on the way to the condo complex. Occasionally, they would see patrons coming out of shops, but no panhandlers, drunks, or junkies were hanging around. The one Imperial patrol they saw must have been the reason why the area was cleaner than expected.

Within three hundred meters of where they were supposed to go, movement caught the hunters' eyes. A young Twi'lek man came out of an alley on their right hand side just a few feet ahead of them.

As the hunters had walked past the previous alley, they saw that the alley went around the corner to the left and that this alley where the Twi'lek eyed them went around to the right...causing the alleyways to meet behind the building. They couldn't see around the building, but could see a sign that showed another business behind the building directly to their right.

The Twi'lek looked right and then left...raised his eyebrows at the hunters and then ducked back into the alley. As Dughom-Ber and his brother, along with Myn approached the alleyway...cautiously, he was still there...He spoke in a hushed tone to them as they watched him suspiciously.

Twi'lek: Hey bros...where you going all decked out like that? Are you looking for a fight or to bust some heads? Hell yeah! That's what I'm talkin about! You don't want to go into battle totally unprepared...you guys should come back here and see my brother's goods. He's got some stuff that would make the Stormies around here turn an even whiter shade of white! (composes himself) Really! Come on...I can show you...Disruptors, pulse-guns, depleted nutronium rounds...all the stuff!

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Orgaloth - July 15, 2006 09:41 AM (GMT)
This one is definately a huslter. We need to get this job done.

To the others,

"If you want to check this out, we will go and scout out our target."




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