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  1. UnknownRogue Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 17, 2008
    star 1
    OOC: A quick note, Bo Yinko does have a few make shift knives however they are stowed, he was threatening his favorite medic with his leaf-bladed spear.

    IC: Bo-Yinko

    Location: Moorja


    Yinko swept his spear back into its holster, grunting at the Rodian apology and assurances. Assurances...not worth the breath that breathed them when they came from a Rodian. Lika lingered a moment, her six legs rippling, ready to explode into action if the situation warranted it. She stared at the Rodian for a few moments after Yinko walked away, deadly intent evident in her wolven eyes.

    Yinko was mounting his heavy repeaters onto the racks of his speeder bike. This time he mounted them upside down, so they could be triggered while still riding. The rumbling on the horizon worried him. The speeder bikes and repulsorcrafts would probably be knocked out in the ion storm. He took one last look at one of the mercs. None of that armor would even begin to fit a four armed Codru-Ji.

    He swung his leg over his speeder bike and Lika hopped on behind him. Napp came over and asked if they were ready to go, Yinko simply nodded and moved his bike over to the recovered repulsorcrafts.

    TAG: Renegades
  2. Loocem Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 25, 2011
    star 1
    IC: Octro Bazak

    Octro strapped the sniper to his medical pack. It wasn't a huge amount of extra weight, and could still be useful yet. Then he looked at the Dog Girl. Stupid runt. She just stared at him and bared her fangs, Octro stuck his tongue out back at her. The stupid dog didn't contribute anything to the team except for maybe biting a guy here or there. Octro had always hated beasts. They just seemed so... primitive.

    Octro looked down at his clothes, and then to the sniper's armor. He would be the only one that could fit in it, so he might as well. Octro slipped into it, as it was a little big. He glanced around at the others, they seemed ready to move. Finally, he thought to himself. He was tired of lingering around here, they don't have that long to save this stinking Jedi.

    On the point of Jedi, however, Octro's mind began to stray. The Jedi were interesting people to him. They had immense power that could be used to kill almost anyone except another Jedi one on one. With that sort of power, a great bounty hunter could be made. He would be able to buy his own planet with that kind of skill. Octro never understood why they decided to join their little Jedi cult and try and better the galaxy. Octro saw the real picture, it was all going down the drain anways. May as well help yourself.

    Tag: Renegades
  3. The Loyal Imperial Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Nov 19, 2007
    star 6
    Since we're all more or less ready now: timeskip ahead. Additional explanation at the end.

    Moorjay, Moorja
    The Renegades made good time crossing the Badlands, the ion storm rumbling at their heels as they went. Along the way, the commandeered repulsorcraft revealed itself to have been more badly damaged than it initially appeared, and the ensuing crash had rendered the unfortunate Corporal Talnar unconscious. Unable to be roused, she then spent the rest of the trip strapped securely to the back of one of the remaining speeder bikes.

    More concerned with retreating from the advancing clouds than the eclectic group of soldiers accompanying them, the Separatist forces paid the Renegades little heed and allowed them to continue without further difficulty. The impending ion storm again proved itself to be an unexpected advantage when they arrived at the city outskirts, and found themselves being waved on with little suspicion. Unconscious and tightly bound to the speeder bike, the inanimate Corporal Talnar found herself unexpectedly thrust into the role of prisoner, the guards automatically assuming that she had been rendered unconscious in battle and taken prisoner by the mercenaries when they returned to base. The Renegades were given the name of a Purser Shive and ordered to report in with their captured Republic soldier at the district prison before being told to move along.

    The Neimoidian guards cared little for the mercenaries who had answered their masters' call, and had made no attempt to familiarize themselves with the various freelancers on Moorja. To them, the Renegades were nothing more than yet another group of hired guns seeking shelter from the storm. How could they be anything else, this far behind the front lines? They were an unusual group, certainly, but it was not uncommon for the Trade Federation to employ members from primitive, warlike races as troubleshooters when droids could not be brought in. Surely that's what they were, such a savage-looking lot. Boredom and inactivity had dulled their wariness, and made infiltrating the city an easy matter. More formidable guards would no doubt be found at key locations within the city, but for now the Renegades had managed to pass a significant obstacle undetected.

    Prior to the outbreak of the Clone Wars and its ensuing occupation by Separatist forces, Moorjay had been an unremarkable settlement, notable only in its prevalence of low technology. The occupation had done little to improve its aesthetic. Alleys and numerous streets were walled off and barricaded, doors locked and windows shuttered, and armored mercenaries and Separatist troops patrolled the streets. Wheeled carts and beasts of burden still trundled along the main avenues, but were now accompanied by heavily-armed guards, protecting whatever valuable resources they carried to be donated to the Confederate cause. What few civilians remained on the streets kept their heads down, and avoided eye contact with their new rulers' enforcers. It was obvious that the Separatists had Moorjay pinned firmly under their thumb.

    Several options now presented themselves to the Renegades. If they so wished it, they could proceed directly to the Ion Flux cantina in hopes that their contact from Republic Intelligence was still there and had not yet deserted their meeting place to take shelter from the approaching storm. Alternatively, they might take such a path of action themselves and find a safehouse for their unconscious companion. There was also the possibility that the Neimoidians would soon report to a superior about the prisoner who had been brought in ahead of the storm, which may cause difficulty if that prisoner did not turn up in a cell as expected. Whatever their choice, it would have to be made quickly: the rumble of thunder was growing louder with each passing minute.

    TAG: UnknownRogue, tjace, (Trieste), JEDIGUNSHIP, Loocem

    OOC: Trieste will be away for the next few days, so the unconscious Corporal Talnar will be in your care for a while. Shuffle her ar
  4. UnknownRogue Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 17, 2008
    star 1
    IC: Bo Yinko
    Location: Moorjay


    The unfortunate incident rendering Corporal Talnar unconscious had slowed them down, however it did give Yinko to adjust his outfit to cover his lower two arms. They were waved through customs quickly and when they were out of ear shot Yinko spoke.

    "We need to find a safehouse before we do anything. Talnar needs to lay down and we need a base of operations." Yinko said quietly.

    TAG: Renegades
  5. Trieste Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2010
    star 4
    OOC: Like a sack of potatoes...see that's funny because I drove through part of Idaho today. ;)
  6. Jedi Gunny Yahtzee Host

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    Member Since:
    May 20, 2008
    star 8
    IC: Napp
    Moorjay, Moorja

    The trip to the city of Moorjay had been a long one. It would have been uneventful as well, had one of the commandeered repulsorcraft not decided to crash and injure the Corporal. She was now knocked out stone cold, the team unable to wake her up. That would make things a bit more . . . interesting to be sure. However, if there was a silver lining in all this, it was that she was an Army officer. The others could take her armor for the entrance into the city, with her in tow as prisoner. It had definitely not been drawn up that way, but they had no other choice. Plus, hopefully she would be awake by the time they reached the city and had passed the sentries. Losing a team member, even temporarily, was a hard obstacle to overcome for such a small group as they were at the moment.

    As it turned out, the unconscious corporal had done her job; none of the sentries had tried to stop the Renegades as they pulled into the city. A few of the Nemoidians had given them a name and a destination to go dump off their ?prisoner?, but they probably didn?t know that the Renegades were not friendlies. They were anything but, but unfortunately they had to try and fit in. For the first time on the mission, Napp felt at home in the city; he looked like the typical gun-for-hire, which paid off in this instance. He didn?t need any armor from the downed mercenaries to pass himself off as someone he was not; the tattoos and large muscles were enough to allow him to pass without a second thought. But, on the other hand, there was probably no record of the group as belonging there. Either the guards were incredibly lax, or the team was walking into a trap.

    As the group?s speeder bikes pulled away from the guard station, Napp looked at the buildings as he passed. The city of Moorjay was nothing special; with all of the ion storms, only the rudiments were considered in the floor plans. Why add technological quirks to buildings if they went dead at frequent intervals? Enemy soldiers were everywhere, and the occasional native person walked by fast, keeping their heads down. It looked like another planet Napp had been on before, but he couldn?t remember its name. But, they weren?t there to free the population. Or, not yet. The first order of business was complete; they had been successful in getting past the first line of defense. Now they would need to proceed to Step 2, which was get to the cantina and meet with their mysterious ally.

    As soon as they had gotten far enough away from the hustle and bustle, the four-armed man spoke up. "We need to find a safehouse before we do anything. Talnar needs to lay down and we need a base of operations." Napp?s mercenary instincts told him this way a bad idea; there probably wasn?t anything near that in this city. Odds were that they would probably end up in an enemy stronghouse that was crawling with enemy mercenaries, or they would find the hut of a local. Guessing from the look of the natives as they passed by, Napp figured that one of two things would happen if they followed that plan; either they would be sheltered for a while, or they would be turned in. Being this deep in enemy territory, it would be a dangerous gamble for sure. But they couldn?t just keep the Corporal lashed to the side of a speeder bike. That would start looking suspicious after a while; a Republic captive, especially an officer, being taken around town while supposedly unconscious while the mercenaries responsible for the capture were hitting up bars. That would go over really well, and would blow their cover. They had to dump her somewhere temporarily . . .

    But that in itself could cause more issues. What if her limp body was found by enemy forces while the rest were off in the city? Someone would need to stay behind and watch after her until she became conscious again, and there was no telling if a building was safe or not. It seemed like whatever they did was going to involve a huge gamble. ?There?s no telling if any of these houses are safe,? Na
  7. The Loyal Imperial Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Nov 19, 2007
    star 6
    Moorjay, Moorja
    As the Renegades debated their course of action, a ponderous beast of burden passed them by, pulling a wagon laden with agricultural products behind it. The creature was bound for Moorjay's nearby warehousing district: one of the largest parts of the city, due to the necessity of storing the planet's few exports during the long wait for a transport able and willing to relieve the Moorjans of their produce. Moorja's ion storms were notorious enough among spacers that few were willing to brave the planet's tempestuous weather, and those that did frequently found themselves temporarily grounded until they could perform the necessary repairs to restore their craft to spaceworthiness. Since such repairs were often complicated and lengthy undertakings, the Moorjans had developed vast, labyrinthine warehousing complexes in order to preserve their exports until the time arrived for them to be shipped offworld. The unpredictability of Moorja's atmosphere meant that the level to which these warehouses were filled was a percentage in constant fluctuation: they may only contain a few weeks worth of exports at a time, or need to hold several months of produce in storage during more turbulent seasons.

    TAG: UnknownRogue, tjace, (Trieste), JEDIGUNSHIP, Loocem
  8. Loocem Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 25, 2011
    star 1
    IC: Octro Bazak

    "Say, Cap, how about we follow this cart?" Octro said aside to Tatto, "They have to hold a surplus of supplies for people that get stranded in this womp rat hole. I'm sure there's somewhere we can stash the girls body, or make a little camp to fill ourselves up on food and other supplies, I'm pretty hungry myself."

    Octro didn't real see this man as his captain, but rather saw him as a good way for Octro to voice his orders to the rest of the crew. There was no way they were ever going to listen to him, but they would listen to their 'elected' leader.

    TAG: Jedigunship
  9. Jedi Gunny Yahtzee Host

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    Member Since:
    May 20, 2008
    star 8
    IC: Napp
    Moorjay, Moorja

    As the group discussed where they were going to set up their operation, a cart pulled by a beast went by. The Rodian spoke up after seeing this: "Say, Cap, how about we follow this cart? "They have to hold a surplus of supplies for people that get stranded in this womp rat hole. I'm sure there's somewhere we can stash the girls body, or make a little camp to fill ourselves up on food and other supplies, I'm pretty hungry myself."
    On the surface, this claim made sense to Napp; it was pretty obvious that the produce being hauled on the cart was going somewhere important, probably to storage somewhere in the warehouse district of the city. However, there was a lot of risk involved in following the cart; not only would it drag the Renegades away from their intended target, the Ion Flux Cantina, but it would also put them in a totally different section of the city. Nothing in the mission brief had said anything about hiding in the warehouses; they needed to keep moving. And, besides, the Rodian didn?t seem to be perfectly genuine. He had already tried to escape once, and who said none of this wasn?t planned out. This brought around the thought that maybe, just maybe, the Medic wasn?t exactly who he said he was. Napp would have to keep an eye on him from now on.

    The decision he would have to make would be an important one. Either go to the Cantina and leave the Corporal in a tenuous place, or help her stay alive and forgo any chance of meeting with their rendezvous. Given the time-sensitive nature of the mission, they could only do one or the other; there was no leaving the Corporal in a warehouse while they ran off to the Cantina. Napp didn?t know how well the warehouses were guarded, or how long it would be until the Khil would wake . . . if ever. That crash had been pretty brutal; perhaps she was a lost cause. Damn it, that Rodian was getting to him . . . he had no chance of getting the others in the group to follow him to the Cantina with the Corporal still lashed to a speeder bike. He would have to bend to their wishes. This certainly wasn?t his plan of choice, but the others were obviously looking to camp out somewhere. Make that decision, and they would either abandon him or stay as a team.

    ?Fine,? Napp finally said. ?We stow away on the cart. However, we cannot stay in a warehouse for too long. We didn?t come this far to hide and pig out; if the Major wants us to meet with someone, we will do it.? It had been hard to say those words, but Napp felt that he had no other choice. He was looking out for himself more than the others, but in this instance it was easier to follow the others? advice. Maybe an opportunity would arise for him to redeem himself as a loner mercenary, without having the rest of the Renegades telling him what to do. Until that point, he would have to put up with them and act like he was doing what was best for all of them.

    TAG: Everyone
  10. tjace Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 11, 2008
    star 4
    IC: Jai Hespera
    Moorjay, Moorja

    The squad had finally arrived in the city, and could proceed to meet the contact. Or, they could, if the corporal hadn?t had a mishap with her speeder. Now the other team members were clamoring for a respite so that the Khil woman could recover. An opportunity to do just that had just presented itself, in the form of a passing produce cart. Soon the team would be en route to a warehouse where they could bunker down and rest. Oh, and they might miss meeting their man. Mission failure.

    As the others prepared to stow away, Jai sidled up to the massive Feeorin. She spoke softly so that the others wouldn?t hear. ?If you want, I can split off and try and find this Ion Flux Cantina. Or, you can go, and I can stay with the squad. I doubt I?ll have your success in corralling them, though.?

    TAG: JEDIGUNSHIP
  11. Jedi Gunny Yahtzee Host

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    Member Since:
    May 20, 2008
    star 8
    IC: Napp
    Moorjay, Moorja

    It looked as though the group was actually going to do what he said this time. Being a leader that everyone could at least respect was an awesome experience, something that Napp had never really had during his years as a gun-for-hire. If he survived this mission . . . OK, change that to when the mission was over, he would have a story to tell about how he led a small group of misfits deep into enemy territory to rescue a captured Jedi General. That would make him a real star with the pilots at the bar.

    The sniper came up to him several seconds later. With the others out of earshot, she spoke in a whisper. ?If you want, I can split off and try and find this Ion Flux Cantina. Or, you can go, and I can stay with the squad. I doubt I?ll have your success in corralling them, though.? Hm, an offer to go an put someone else in danger for him; now this was truly interesting. But what good would a sniper be if not sniping someone from long-distance? No, even Napp couldn?t afford to lose such a good shot in this kind of situation; she might come in handy later if things went down the drain with the contact or the local authorities.

    ?That won?t be necessary,? Napp said quietly, looking up to see if any of the other Renegades heard him. It was apparent they hadn?t, so he continued. ?I think that the Medic will be just fine hiding out; it?s obvious that that?s what he?s best at. Now, I think he can look after some food supplies and our knocked-out corporal for a few hours. Here?s the plan: I go into the Cantina alone. No one should give me a second look, because otherwise they would have stopped us at the entrance to the city. I go and find our contact, and I weasel as much information out of him as possible over a few drinks. That?s where you come in. I don?t trust this mud hole one bit. Getting past those guards was too easy, and I?ve done enough jobs where it would be more beneficial for my contact to skin me alive rather than give me the things I need. So, you should station yourself somewhere around the Cantina, making sure to blend in so no one notices you. If things go bad in there, you are ready to cover my back so I can get out of there alive. Then we can retreat to the warehouse and regroup.?

    The regrouping part was going to be the most difficult part of the fall-back plan in Napp?s mind. Given that the alleys were shuttered tightly, it would be difficult to hide in them while blood-thirsty pursuers were hot on their heels because of the sheer difficulty of getting in them in the first place. They would have to keep running and hope none of the enemy mercenaries would trap them. If that occurred, their cover was blown, and the mission was jeopardized. It all came down to exactly what the contact?s motives were, and if he was going to be a turncoat. Napp would have to be cautious in this instance.

    TAG: tjace, Renegades (for stowing away to the warehouse)
  12. UnknownRogue Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 17, 2008
    star 1
    IC: Bo Yinko
    Location: Moorja

    Yinko glared at Jai. He didn't like secrets. This definitely wasn't the time or place for them. He had seen a few feral animals running around the streets since they entered the city. He loosened Lika's straps.
    "Get going girl, find some food and then shadow the Feeorin. If he gets into trouble, you know what to do." Yinko said, petting her affectionately.

    As his sister bounded off, he approached Napp and Jai.

    "Secrets don't make friends. Whatever we're gonna do, do it quick, we can't follow this cart forever." Yinko growled.

    TAG: Renegades and GM
  13. The Loyal Imperial Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Nov 19, 2007
    star 6
    OOC: Destination information. Feel free to use if/when you arrive.

    Moorjay, Moorja
    Whoever had first called the Ion Flux a "cantina" was likely being overly generous in his assessment. Entirely underground, save for the lone staircase ascending to the surface, the Ion Flux appeared more akin to a cave than a drinking establishment at first glance. The walls had been left uncovered, exposing the purple rock the Flux had been carved from, and both the ceiling and the floor were blanketed in an array of square tiles with more than a few spaces empty. Weak, flickering torches gave the Flux's patrons a semblance of illumination, though the act of opening the door usually meant half went dark with the passing wind. A golden-eyed and salt-addicted female Arcona tended the bar with obvious disinterest, while a drunken Yarkora lay passed out on the floor in the middle of the room. Either none of the other patrons were sober enough to notice, or they just didn't care.

    Two armored Mandalorians lurked at a shadowed table in the far corner of the room, their drinks untouched on the table in front of them. A belligerent Ithorian was in the midst of a vehement argument with a diminutive Bimm, but their lack of weapons translated into a lack of interest for the rest of the room. A few Neimoidians, Gossams, and Koorivar were scattered around the tables and at the bar: off-duty Separatist troopers looking for a way to pass the time and finding inebriation outweighing the alternatives. The rest of the patrons were humans in their usual variety of shapes and sizes: farmers and miners, for the most part, with a few spacers stranded by the blockade here and there.
    TAG: UnknownRogue, tjace, (Trieste), JEDIGUNSHIP, Loocem/>
  14. Jedi Gunny Yahtzee Host

    Game Host
    Member Since:
    May 20, 2008
    star 8
    IC: Napp
    Moorjay, Moorja

    It became apparent that the four-armed humanoid had caught on to Napp and the sniper talking things over. It probably would be a lot easier to just know what his name was, but Napp still didn?t care. All that was important was that they all did their job so he could do his. The man?s dog, or whatever it exactly was, ran off into the city. It had served its purpose earlier in the skirmish with the mercenary scouting party, so Napp guessed that it was going to do something useful. Or, at least he hoped it would. One bite from that thing would probably hurt as much as the blaster shot that had lodged itself in his arm earlier.

    "Secrets don't make friends. Whatever we're gonna do, do it quick, we can't follow this cart forever."

    ?Never said I was aiming to make many friends,? Napp responded. ?So, that begs the question: are you in with us, or out on the cart with the Corporal and that Rodian? Someone needs to make sure she gets to wherever she?s going on that cart. You can?t be in two places at once, I?m afraid, so what?ll it be? Just to warn you, coming with us will probably be a lot more dangerous. So, with that said, are you coming with us or not? If so, make sure you?re ready to fight, because things will probably get hairy.?

    TAG: tjace, UR, Renegades
  15. UnknownRogue Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 17, 2008
    star 1
    IC: Bo Yinko
    Location: Moorja

    Yinko thought for a long moment, ignoring Napp's quip about friends. A good fight...a good honest fight...he was in the mood for one. He glanced over his shoulder, he definitely didn't want to go with the Rodian, but he would not leave the Corporal with the Rodian trash.

    "I don't trust the Rodian. I will take the Corporal to the warehouse. If you need any help, just whistle." Yinko said shaking his head. "I don't shrink from danger, but I won't leave my team members in it either."

    Yinko began to move away from Napp and Jai, back towards the Rodian and the Corporal.

    TAG: Renegades, GM
  16. Jedi Gunny Yahtzee Host

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    Member Since:
    May 20, 2008
    star 8
    IC: Napp
    Moorjay, Moorja

    The four-armed man was silent for several seconds. Then, he finally spoke. "I don't trust the Rodian. I will take the Corporal to the warehouse. If you need any help, just whistle. I don't shrink from danger, but I won't leave my team members in it either." He started back towards the cart, but Napp made sure to say something before he was out of earshot.

    ?We?ll keep in touch. If something happens, we?ll contact you via comlink and go from there.? Napp didn?t like having to keep in touch with anyone, but if it meant being rid of the Rodian for a while, it was well worth it. Also, the four-armed man might be a good fighter; if Napp and the sniper ran into trouble at the Ion Flux, he would be suitable backup. Hopefully by then the Corporal would be awake so the group could quickly dissolve into the back alleys of Moorjay. If not . . . well, there was no time to think of that now. ?Are you ready to go?? Napp asked the sniper. He had a feeling that he was going to need her help to stay alive on this venture; who knew what kinds of malcontents called the Cantina home . . .

    TAG: tjace, (Renegades)
  17. Trieste Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2010
    star 4
    IC: Corporal Talnar

    "WAH!" Talnar suddenly shouted, regaining consciousness.

    Her first thought was, Where's my rifle?

    Her second thought was, What happened to me?

    Her third thought was, Oh, that's right, I crashed. I think.

    Her fourth thought was, Why can't I move?

    "What the..." Talnar said as she also realized she was looking at Moorja upside-down for some reason as she struggled on the back of somebody's speeder bike.

    Tag: UR, tjace, Loocem, JEDI

    OOC: I'm back! :D
  18. UnknownRogue Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 17, 2008
    star 1
    IC: Bo Yinko
    Location: Moorja

    Yinko nods at Napp and heads back to his speeder bike. He did not relish spending more time...down time...with the Rodian but he didn't want to leave the Corporal with the Medic. He swung his leg over his bike and sat down. He turned to the Rodian.

    "They are going to the Cantina. We are going to the warehouse with the Corporal." Yinko said evenly.

    He reached down and heftied the Corporal onto his shoulder and quickly realized the Corporal was awake and moving. He turned his head to the side and spoke quietly.

    "Corporal, stay still, stay quiet. We are moving to safe house of sorts." Yinko said, putting the Corporal on his Bike.

    TAG: Renegades. GM

    OOC: Loocem, you can move us to the warehouse if ya want.
  19. tjace Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 11, 2008
    star 4
    IC: Jai Hespera
    Moorjay, Moorja

    The Codru-ji didn?t like secrets. At least she was being open in her secrecy. Jai watched as the tattooed one got rid of him. Now he wouldn?t be able to interfere with the meeting, while at the same time insuring the Rodian didn?t try anything. ?Are you ready to go?? he asked. Jai checked her blaster, then nodded. ?Lead on.?

    TAG: JEDIGUNSHIP
  20. Loocem Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 25, 2011
    star 1
    OOC: Sorry about the lack of responses! I bought SimCity 4 and was somewhat consumed.

    IC: Octro Bazak

    Much had happened, many things that went through the Rodian's head, but none of them were very concerning or interesting at all.

    They grenadier gruffly told him they were going to find the safehouse.

    He assumed he meant lead, as he was the one with the idea to hide, and so he did. Octro had always been one to prefer hiding out instead of facing action dead on, even before he joined the Republic. It was always easier to take a bounty on your own ground than chase them into theirs. Octro remembered an especially tricky bounty he had once back on Coruscant:

    The Rodian reclined in the soft chair behind the large wooden desk. It was a nice wood, expensive, Octro didn't know what kind. He wasn't a plant guy. He liked sentient beings. Powerful inteligent beings. That's what he felt like sittting behind this desk. It wasn't his of course, it was a wealthy buisiness man who made his money in illegal spice trading. Unfortunately it was in the territory of a Hutt spice trader, which made him a high target.

    Then man knew he was a target however and Octro had chased him halfway across the galaxy. He was just a little bit faster than the man was, and after he had traded some medical supplies to an oppressed spice farmer who told him where his boss' farming and selling planets were, it was just a matter of figuring out where he would head next.

    Octro helped himself to the candy in the dish. He looked at the picture on the desk. It was the target standing with a young beautiful Twi'lek woman. She's in it for the money, Octro thought to himself, I bet she's already in the will. She'll be ecstatic when she hears the news. She'll get all of the money, but it won't be enough for her, she'll want the power too. Octro knew he would. She'd continue the trading business and be hunted down even easier than her lover. Some other bounty hunter would profit from her demise, and the cycle turns.

    The man entered the room and locked the door behind himself, not noticing the bounty hunter sitting at his desk. He turned around and stared at the Rodian. He almost reached for his gun, but the look Octro gave him let him know it was no use. The man sighed and put his hands at his sides. He walked over and sat down in the chair in front of the desk. Octro watched his hands the whole time.

    "Can I at least have one more drink?" said the man.

    Octro sat and thought for a moment as the man reached for the glass.

    "No," Octro replied as the man hit the ground, the drink spilling on his head. Last requests were a nuisance, and usually meant nothing good for the bounty hunter. There was no mercy or politeness in this game. Never.


    By the time Octro got out of him memories they seemed to be at the large warehouse they were searching for.

    "Looks good, pals. Care to sneak in?" he said to the others.
  21. Trieste Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2010
    star 4
    IC: Corporal Talnar

    Yinko informed Talnar of the plan as he picked up Talnar and put her on the back of his bike. Wonderful. Being shot at is one thing, but being openly made a captive in a Separatist controlled city is a totally different matter, Talnar thought.

    "I am going to kill all of you," Talnar said.

    She wasn't entirely sure if she meant it or was just trying to sell the act. After all, what self-respecting Corporal worth her salt would allow some Separatist mercenary to take her without at least flinging a few insults. But even so, she did not like being tied up.

    "As soon as I find my rifle," Talnar added.

    They had remembered to bring her slug thrower...right?

    Tag: UR, Loocem
  22. Jedi Gunny Yahtzee Host

    Game Host
    Member Since:
    May 20, 2008
    star 8
    IC: Napp
    Ion Flux Cantina, Moorjay, Moorja

    The two Renegades approached what the Major had said was the Ion Flux Cantina. From the outside, it looked not as much a Cantina as a shack. Napp had seen quite a few Cantinas during his travels around the galaxy, and he was pretty sure that this was the worst-looking one her had ever seen. There was nothing decorative to speak of about it, and there was hardly a sign to tell them they were at the Ion Flux. It certainly looked seedy, and it put Napp on even higher alert than he already was on the way across the city. There was no telling what he would encounter inside, whether it be being or drink. He would have to proceed with caution, and hope that the sniper was worth her salt in this instance.

    ?I?m going in,? he said in a low tone to her. ?Watch my back, and if things get ugly, cover my escape. I don?t trust anyone in there.? With that, he walked straight into the Cantina, trying to show that he was another unassuming Separatist mercenary who had come to the Cantina for a drink. He quickly took a seat at an empty table and waited for the contact to find him, because he had no idea who or what to look for. The Major hadn?t said anything about that; just that they needed to find the Cantina. Napp had found the Cantina, so it was now to undergo the waiting game, hoping that the contact would know who to look for in a crowd of malcontents.

    TAG: GM
  23. The Loyal Imperial Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Nov 19, 2007
    star 6
    Ion Flux cantina, Moorjay
    The Feeorin's prodigious size drew a few brief glances, but most quickly dismissed him as merely another mercenary. They were hardly an uncommon sight in the city, after all, and he certainly looked the part. The Mandalorians continued to sit in silence: whatever they were waiting for, it wasn't him. The drunken Yarkora snorted, muttering something about the sun, but did not stir. The argument between the Ithorian and the Bimm grew more intense, and neither took their eyes from the other to observe the newcomer. As soon as she determined that he was in no hurry to order a drink, the bartender turned her attention back to the other patrons. No one moved to approach the Feeorin.

    TAG: JEDIGUNSHIP
  24. UnknownRogue Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Oct 17, 2008
    star 1
    IC: Bo-Yinko
    Location: Moorja

    "Looks good, pals. Care to sneak in?" he said to the others.

    Yinko had not spoken anything since the Corporal promised to kill them. That prompted a grin from him. He cast an irritating glance towards the Rodian.

    "Yes Merrick, lets ask the prisoner where she would like to be stashed? Perhaps we should go to the cantina and let her gaurd herself...you know, the honor system?" Yinko shook his head. "And we don't have to sneak, we rented out a portion of this warehouse from the farmer, we're five by five got it?"

    Yinko dismounted and approached the sliding door to the warehouse. He tugged experimentally. It came easily open. He pulled it open the rest of the way and then went to guide his speeder bike in. As soon as the Rodian was in too he closed the door behind him.

    Bo guided his bike towards the back, concealed from view and removed the Corporals restraints.

    "You alright Corporal?" Yinko asked.

    TAG: Renegades + GM
  25. Trieste Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 10, 2010
    star 4
    IC: Corporal Talnar

    The restraints undone, Talnar slid off the back of the bike and fell to the floor of the warehouse with a gentle thud.

    "You alright Corporal?" Yinko asked.

    "Oh, yeah, sure. Nothing like being tied up for who knows how long to make one feel refreshed," Talnar said as she got to her feet, rubbing her shoulders, "You guys did remember to bring my rifle, right?"

    Talnar looked down at her armor. The Republican-issue armor wasn't going to fly anymore. She'd need to at the very least cover it up with something like a cloak. The Khil went to the door of the warehouse and opened it just a crack to spy out with one eye. Maybe someone would pass by with some clothing she could use. Nondescript armor would be just too convenient...but a girl could dream, couldn't she?

    Tag: UR, Loocem, TLI/BobaMatt
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