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Casino Royale
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DARTH-bojangles
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May '05
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Date Posted:
7/22 1:01pm
Subject:
RE: Casino Royale
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Coronet, The Pit
IC as Joss Vendu
Thermal signatures were plentiful in this portion of the area. The only problem with that was no living thing was currently registering in the visor's sensors, just atmospherically heated junk. Joss's efforts in the Force didn't reveal much more about what he was searching for only that it was nearby and in the general direction of where he began trying to stealthily walk.
Turning to an X-ray spectrum setting on the visor, he started peering behind various mounds of junk from where he felt a slight pull in the Force. Joss Vendu kneeled and reached for three seemingly inconsequential pieces from his other pocket without looking down at them. Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission at this point in the chase, he thought.
With practiced hands he began putting together those pieces into a functional weapon while Vendu kept looking in the distance. He had a bad feeling he just might be needing it.
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sprintabm
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May '05
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Date Posted:
7/22 1:20pm
Subject:
RE: Casino Royale
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Stent Kannat
Cab
Stent tried not to give a horrified look at the drall's description of the denizens of the pit. He did not know if he would be any assitance to Joss or just another target...
"Um, Sonjir," Stent spoke quietly and as calmly as he could into his comm, "you and our quarry are not alone there. Serik and I are trying to get in, but do watch our for Scrap Hunters and the Corellian Sand Panther. Hang in there."
This was like a bomb going off. He glanced at Halon. "I hope you are ready for this," he said as he fiddled with his comm/stunner, his only weapon, "because I sure am not."
TAG: Joss, Halon
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DARTH-bojangles
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May '05
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Date Posted:
7/22 5:25pm
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RE: Casino Royale
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Coronet, The Pit
IC as Joss Vendu
Joss heard Stent's voice chime deceptively quiet in his ear, "Um, Sonjir, you and our quarry are not alone there. Serik and I are trying to get in, but do watch our for Scrap Hunters and the Corellian Sand Panther. Hang in there."
His eyes widened as he tried to keep a small shriek of terror from escaping his mouth as he thought, Really? REALLY!? He was no zoologist, but he didn't have to be to know that Corellian Sand Pather = big, scary feline beast with lots of sharp edges to poke into his vital parts. All in all, not good.
Vendu then, in reaction to the breaking news, tried to hasten his fingers to assemble the blaster's housing with the chamber all the more quickly. Now he was on the look out for more than the mystery man.
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JANGOANTILLES
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Apr '05
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Date Posted:
7/22 5:34pm
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RE: Casino Royale
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IC: Halon,
Outside the Pit
"I hope you are ready for this, because I sure am not."
Ready? Just about the last thing Halon was prepared for was fending off some type of ferocious big cat, least of all after he'd promised the others not even to handle a weapon without Boz'rir's express permission. At least Stent was still armed, though...
"I am as ready as I can be," he said steadily, eying the drall again. He seemed somewhat familiar with the Pit, enough, at any rate, to know about the local panther. "How often have you been inside?" he asked.
Tag: Drall, Agents
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LightWarden
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Oct '01
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Date Posted:
7/22 6:10pm
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Guess who rolled a 1?
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The Pit
Joss fiddled with the visor's settings, sifting through the electromagnetic spectrum. Reaching the high-frequency X-ray spectrum, he examined the surrounding area, noting that there wasn't anything in particular that seemed to be a strong source of X-ray radiation, proving that if anyone had dumped radioactive sources into the junkyard, they had done an excellent job of shielding it first. Though this information was not of much strategic value, at least the knowledge that he wasn't walking into a hazard zone could be somewhat soothing.
Keeping his eyes and ears open, he drew the components of his hold-out blaster, quickly connecting them in order to provide some sort of defense from whatever dangers lurked amidst the mounds of debris.
As he finished, there came a commotion from among the hills. A clattering, crashing cascade of movement (and a human-sounding yelp) coming from deeper in the junkyard. Vendu pivoted, stretching out with his senses to feel behind the hills... yes, he had found someone, and that person wasn't moving very much.
Coronet Cab
Seeing as the Drall was the closest thing they had at the moment to an actual guide, Halon put forth another question.
"How often have you been inside?" he asked, referring to the large walled yard whose perimeter the cab was currently scouting.
"What part of 'Sand Panther' sounds like an invitation?" he said, twitching his ears rhythmically.
"Drall are considered a Sand Panther delicacy! I haven't been inside The Pit before, and I'm not about to start cultivating suicidal instincts now."
As if to emphasize the point, he changed lanes, putting more distance between the cab and whatever The Pit contained.
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DARTH-bojangles
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May '05
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Date Posted:
7/22 6:45pm
Subject:
RE: Casino Royale
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Coronet, The Pit
IC as Joss Vendu
Finally the holdout blaster was connected and primed with it's power source as Joss began his trek forward to the dismal sounds of a human-like yelp and the sensation of realizing it wasn't going to be moving very much. Most likely he was already too late to do anything, but such odds weren't going to stop him.
He rounded a final corner trying not to attract attention to where the commotion had originated ready to fire a shot at what he thought he was going to see: a Sand Panther devouring his only lead.
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LightWarden
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Oct '01
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Date Posted:
7/22 8:04pm
Subject:
RE: Casino Royale
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The Pit
With strange noises nearby and back-up some distance away, Joss Vendu did the first thing that came to mind- he went to investigate. But given the lack of leads and the linger potential of danger, it seemed like the best option compared to letting their lead end up in the gullet of Corellia's stealthiest predator.
Hold-out in hand, he darted around the scrap pile, prepared for the worst- which wasn't exactly what he found.
A human female, the right side of her face covered by long dark bangs, buried to her shoulders in a pile of rubbish, capped off with the burnt-out remains of a swoop engine. The deformed hill behind her told the story, apparently the mound had been precariously built, so when something shifted enough, it triggered an avalanche of loose metal that bowled her over as she tried to get away.
At the sound of the agent's footsteps, the woman lifted her face from the dirt, craning her neck with what little maneuvering room she had in order to get a glimpse of the newcomer.
"Pardon me, but could I ask you for a favor? I seem to have found myself in a bit of bind here. I believe there's a throttle assembly digging into my lower back, and it is most assuredly quite uncomfortable. Could I trouble you to move it for me?"
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Strange how one small thing can determine the fate of so many... especially if it's a twenty-sided die
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JANGOANTILLES
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Apr '05
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Date Posted:
7/22 8:08pm
Subject:
RE: Casino Royale
- Date Edited:
7/22 8:56pm (1 edits total)
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IC: Halon,
Outside the Pit
"Drall are considered a Sand Panther delicacy! I haven't been inside The Pit before, and I'm not about to start cultivating suicidal instincts now."
"Compose yourself! If you have never been inside you can not say there is anything to be afraid of, can you?"
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DARTH-bojangles
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May '05
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Date Posted:
7/23 6:36am
Subject:
RE: Casino Royale
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Coronet, The Pit
IC as Joss Vendu
It certainly wasn't what he was expecting, but despite the pressing need in trying to find the suspect, Joss Vendu agreed to help the woman extricate herself from under the swoop engine that had toppled down and pinned her in place. She was even polite about the whole thing, not the least bit manic. He didn't try to outright lift the engine as much as he just wanted to roll it aside and let it continue it's fall to the dirt level of the junkyard.
Grabbing her hand and hauling her from under the rest of the refuse, Joss asked, "Now you can help me, Ma'am. Did you happen to see anyone run by here before I arrived? Possibly wearing a cloak and toting a collapsible pole of some sort?"
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sprintabm
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Date Posted:
7/23 8:19am
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RE: Casino Royale
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Stent Kannat
cab outside the Pit
With the life of a fellow agent at stake, and a lead possibly getting away (or eaten), Stent's patience was wearing thin.
"Look," he said as he leaned towards the driver, "we'll at least double your fare right now, and if you get us to the entrance to this Pit we'll throw in a little more. So can we speed it up a bit?"
He began to wonder how Joss was doing, as the radio was silent. Hopefully not panther food. "Sonjir," Stent being careful to still use their aliases, "report. Anyone; anything?"
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LightWarden
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Oct '01
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7/23 10:36am
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RE: Casino Royale
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The Pit
A test prod of the swoop engine and the ensuing hiss of breath from the woman was enough to convince Joss that simply rolling the thing off her would probably do more harm than good. It looked as though he had to do this the slower way, lifting the glorified block of metal clear of the mound and half-carrying, half dragging it off to one side.
Still, there wasn't any reason he couldn't accomplish his task as well.
"Now you can help me, Ma'am. Did you happen to see anyone run by here before I arrived? Possibly wearing a cloak and toting a collapsible pole of some sort?"
"Sorry, I can't say that I've seen anyone else in here... maybe you should ask the gentlemen currently creeping up the hill behind me."
"So..." came a new voice from above the agent. "It seems as though I accidentally caught myself another useless thing."
If it was possible for a voice alone to encapsulate a sneer, then it would have to be this voice, a sinuous near-whisper soaked in contempt. It was him, the spy that they had chased from the Blue Nova Cantina, cloaked and hooded without a weapon in sight. Which was fortunate for Vendu, since moving the swoop engine required both hands.
Still buried beneath a pile of miscellaneous debris, the woman craned her neck from side to side, trying to get a look at the new speaker. Giving up, she set her gaze on Joss.
"So, am I to believe that my current predicament is your fault?"
Coronet Cab
Inside the battered taxi, the MI5 agents were giving a demonstration of the variety of methods with which their organization conducted negotiations.
From Halon, the "Shame" approach:
"Compose yourself! If you have never been inside you can not say there is anything to be afraid of, can you?"
Results were... unsatisfactory.
"You are crazy! If someone tells you there is a Sand Panther, you do not set out to prove them right by letting it eat you!"
From Stent, the "Universal Friend" approach:
"Look, we'll at least double your fare right now, and if you get us to the entrance to this Pit we'll throw in a little more. So can we speed it up a bit?"
"And reparations for what your friend did to my roof."
The promise of credits without having to investigate the existence of a fearsome carnivore seemed to do the job, the Drall driver sending the cab weaving down the street. Within moments, they were at the entrance, the open gate about as inviting as a potentially-heavily-guarded-junkyard-where-people-are-rumored-to-disappear could be.
The driver turned expectantly towards the Zeltron.
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sprintabm
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Date Posted:
7/23 12:37pm
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RE: Casino Royale
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Stent Kannat
Coronet Cab
"Go," Stent told Halon with a pat on the should and motioning towards the gate. It just occured to him that it was a bit humorous that "the Pit" was a literal pit, not some sleazy cantina.
Why are you thinking about these things right now?
He quickly turned towards the driver and fumbled in his pockets, producing some credit chips. A dilemma. Not having as much credits as he would have for the entire journey, but they did wreck this citizen's method of livelihood.
He handed them to the drall. "80."
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Twinky_Stryder
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Date Posted:
7/23 4:21pm
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RE: Casino Royale
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IC: Boz
Coronet streets
Striding across the street and disturbing a group of native birds, Boz walked with conviction despite still deciding on where it was he was going.
He had a few options, he could seek out any other passengers from the ship. If he established a connection with the others, he could pick up on any information that could be vital down the line. But then again there was plenty of time and chances for that on the ship. But there were things he could do on planet-side that he couldn't do on the ship easily without drawing too much attention to himself. Look into the cargo system.
Obvously he couldn't come out and ask about smuggling on a big cruise ship, but he could find something.
Walking down a street full of various sellers, Boz let his gaze wander over the various items. It didn't take long to reach the spaceport. Gazing up and down he let out a small sigh.
"Right, where to start?" he muttered to himself before heading into the cargo system area.
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JANGOANTILLES
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Date Posted:
7/23 6:53pm
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RE: Casino Royale
- Date Edited:
7/23 7:39pm (3 edits total)
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IC: Halon,
The Pit
Quickly exiting the taxi as Stent paid their diver, Halon wondered why Joss had yet to reply to the sitrep request. He stopped to fish a credit chip from his pocket, then hunched down to wave it in front of the drall.
"We shall return with our friend shortly; please keep the repulsorlift running."
Halon continued on to the front gate. Hopefully the tales of the sand panther were only an urban legend, intended to keep trespassers at bay. If it came to it though, Halon expected Stent to promptly blast the beast.
Bending down by a small junk pile near his feet, Halon excavated a rusted durasteel pipe from the debris mound, suitable for use as a club. He hefted it as he rose again, and it felt good in his hands.
He spoke quickly: "Stent, given the circumstances, I do not think we should split up. We do know roughly where Vendu would have landed, so we should make our way there as swiftly as possible while seeking to maintain our stealth. Try to advance between cover. I will adjust my audio pickup to amplify any medium-range sounds."
Ready now, he cast an expectant glance back at the Zeltron. Stent had seemed somewhat less than sure of himself before...
Tag: Stent, Agents
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DARTH-bojangles
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Date Posted:
7/24 9:26am
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RE: Casino Royale
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Coronet, The Pit
IC as Joss Vendu
As fate would have it of course sliding the swoop engine to the side off of the woman pinned beneath it wasn't going do any kind of good. The feat would require both of Vendu's hands, so he applied them to the task holstering his pistol in the waist of his pants behind his back while the woman replied with, "Sorry, I can't say that I've seen anyone else in here... maybe you should ask the gentlemen currently creeping up the hill behind me."
He snapped his head upward to the apex of the junk mountain to see that same damned cloaked figure he had been chasing on Coronet's rooftops. "So..." came a new voice from above the agent. "It seems as though I accidentally caught myself another useless thing." Luckily, he wasn't leveling any kind blaster Joss's way at the moment. He kind of had his hands full with him lifting it so the woman could crawl out from under it.
The voice had seemed to slither out of the figure full of contempt and out right pious superiority. If Joss Vendu hadn't already reached his boiling point, he sure had now. The spy's words had pushed all the wrong buttons on the agent so he replied between exertions, "You really don't want to keep this up, friend. Just lay down your weapons and lace your fingers behind your head and blah-blah-blah just stop it already!"
He wasn't really trying to demand any sort of surrender from the spy, but at least he got the obligatory 'stop or I'll have to use force' warnings out the way. Once the woman was clear, he was free to start breaking nonessential limbs.
As she tried to wriggle her way out, she asked him not doing him any favors with the question, "So, am I to believe that my current predicament is your fault?"
My FAULT!?!? he indignantly thought. "Ma'am, fault is such a fluid kind of word really."
"Besides he's the one up there with all the heavy metal readily available to tumble down and pelt us indiscriminately."
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