SWRPF Archive The Deep End

Im feeding alot of info here folks, so please bare with me.

Scenario:

This club (The Scoundrel's Dive) skirts between the mid and low levels of Coruscant. It is a dance club to some, a dive to others. It is visited by humans and non-humanoids alike. Some folks think its nothing but a seedy dive. But those who know of the true nightlife of Coruscant come here. You want to find work, or just hide out...or maybe something else, this is the place.

The club sets on neutral territory and several gangs work hard to KEEP it that way. There are warning all over the front of the club in several languages that say that any fights started at the club will NOT be tolerated. Take'em outside...or ELSE. A raggedy sign hangs crookly on the door..."No mind tricks allowed...blaster & lightsaber stay holstered....violators will be violated."

Come on in, ......

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The club is the center for the GM or her operatives to hand out missions/information/whatever to bounty hunters, thieves, assassins, spies, etc.

A place for gangs to form and discuss things since it is neutral ground.

A chance to be both the hunter, or the hunted. (Ya never know.) Weak of heart need not apply.

REMEMBER, Players chracters will be sometimes pitted against each other. As long as your chracter is in the club, they're safe. Anyplace else, they're fair game!

There is another MAIN plot that connects all of this. It is up to the players to find out what is going on.

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The mission, should you chose to accept it:

There are five (5) known groups that use the club as a meeting place. There is a standing truce while they are within the walls of the club. You can join a group, or work as an independent. You may also be Jedi or Dark Jedi..(no true Sith).

***You must start from the beginning, and prove yourself, in order to gain better contracts, supplies, etc. You must find the "Handler" the one who gives out the jobs, in order to find work, info, etc.

The 5 groups are:
Reevers-Bounty Hunters
Bounty hunters are mainly used to bring in folks alive, to locate a person, or to safeguard delievery of a special item. Great group if you're into weapons. Let's face it..if you wanted 'em dead, thats what assassins are for.

Vrashne-Assassins
Pretty much says it all. You tag em' they bag em. Some types specailize in certain types of hits...natural causes, messy, specialy cases...whatever. They dont take failure well, though.

Verells-Thieves
Thieves go out and find things, usually before they are missing. They specialize in retrieving items. You want it..they get it,(hopefully). You also have your general pickpocket, locksmiths, cat-burglers, slicers, and other specialties.

Spikes-Informants/spies
These folks are in the business of information. They often closly work with the other groups. Very lucreative business. Some from this group also have skills within the other groups.(Slicers can join this as well.)

Scoops-Smugglers
Theses are the guys who can help you move whatever you got, where it needs to go, and in a hurry too..of course, it might cost you extra. From hot passengers, to loads of spice, these guys handle it all. If your load is not jacked, or you run into problems, can be quite proffitable.

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The Independents
These are the folks who dont belong to the other groups, for whatever reason. Perhaps you want to start a group of your own. Or you belong to something else, as in Jedi. Or you just work better on your own. They respect that. It IS expected that you PAY for the services you receive, though. No freebies here..thought they have been known to barter for other services.

There is also another 'informal' contest going on between the groups to prove who is best. This also makes competition keen within the groups. The groups also dont take kindly to anyone who tries to join more than one group. They expect loyalty for their help. Being friendly to the other gro

 

I'm going to join later. I don't have time to fill out the form now. Maybe I'll be back tonight or tomorrow? Cool idea, though!

 

Posting for a friend.

Name: Sheen Ollet
Age: 59
Species: Falleen
Gender: Male
Specialty: Assassin
Primary Weapon: Sleek, foldable rifle..easy to conceal, very accurate
Homeworld: Falleen
Occupation: Assassin
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'11"
Weight: acrobatic/slim
Force: force sensative..only very sightly..it's what give him such quick reflexes. He dosent know he's Force sensative
Personality: Quiet, keeps to himself. Smart, manupulative
Clothing:A long, leather trenchcoat, good for concielment.
Other Equipment: Light blaster and thermal detenator. He likes to keep his 'Death Barrel' close by though (It's a pee-shooter, only it shoots poison darts that kill in seconds )
Brief Background: Sheen learned to fire a weapon before he could even walk. Growing up in the slums of Falleen wasn't easy...he had to learn to survive. His parents had abandonded him. He grew up as an orphan, living here and there by a family that either used him as cheap labour or abused him. At the age of 18, when a Falleen becomes a 'man' Sheen up and left, never to be seen by the people he grew up with. The next time he was seen, it was in Coruscant, as a petty thug. It was at the age of 20 that it had happened. One day, planning to steal his daily dinner as usual, Sheen was caught by the owner. He though he would kill him for sure. But the alien allowed him to tell his story and it was him that offered him his first 'job'. What happened next was like a chain reaction. One job led to another, then to another, and 20 years later, Sheen was one of the most feared assassin in the game. He still kept close ties with his 'mentor' who had found him and pushed him down that road. Now at the age of 59, still young for a Fallen, Sheen is in his form better then ever before...
Cash:

 

Name: Artemis Visputin
Age: 30-ish
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Specialty: Art Thief
Primary Weapon: DL-44 BlasTech Pistol
Homeworld: Coruscant
Occupation: Theif
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'11"
Weight: Acrobatic/Slightly Muscular
Force: Yes - Untrained & Unaware
Personality: He is arrogant and partcially egotistical. He prefers tough challenges and will put an ambitious thief in his place if that thief tries to out do him. He also likes to play games with other thieves who are going after the same prize as he. He tends to lose his temper occasionally, usually when things go wrong. He can be easily un-nerved when bad things start to look like more than coincidences.
Clothing: He wears a black jumpsuit with flexible black body armor. His blaster is holstered on his right hip and his belt has several plastic pouches that hold his tools and various other stuff that are used by thieves. He also wears a helmet with an attached solid visor that covers half his face from nose and up. The visor also has a ruby quartz viewscreen that allows him to see out. This viewscreen also has infrared and nightvision features.
Other Equipment: On him are the following: Blaster, two throwing knives, one combat knife, thieves blade, mini-laser torch, and a anti-security device. If he needs more equipment for a job, he has it or can get it.
Brief Background: Visputin is one of the most wanted theives in the entire galaxy, especially on Coruscant. He's stolen countless artworks and artifacts that are priceless or worth millions. He has several bounties on his head. No one has been able to capture him or discover where he lives or stashes his prizes. Visputin has covered his tracks well. He does not use his name or any of his known aliases when selling the prizes on the black market. He also does not sell them in person and arranges for the buyers to come to a pre-determined location he chooses for them to pick up their purchase. As for money, it goes into an account he gives which then automatically transfers it to several accounts which then transfers it to even more accounts and so on before it eventually ends up in five accounts which he draws hard currency from then deposits in his actual account. This network of accounts has prevented the police from tracing him. He also apparently has a network of contacts and alot of influence in the aristocratic world. Rumor has it that Artemis Visputin is just one of his many aliases he uses. Know one knows who he really is.
Cash: On him: 500 credits.

 

Name: Deci
Age: 25
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Specialty: Smuggler
Primary Weapon: Blaster
Homeworld: Coruscant
Occupation: Smuggler
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 85 kg
Acrobati,muscular.
Force: No
Personality: Think Han Solo
Clothing: Think Han Solo
Other Equipment: A couple of trackin devices, a heavy blaster, binoculars (sp?) and other regular stuff.

Ship: a modified YT-1300.

Brief Background: Deci lost his father and mother on the coruscant streets. He never knew what happend to them. They just dissapeared. On the streets he was found by a couple of smugglers.. and.. well, from there it is.
Cash: 400

 

OOC: I got clear from Ktala to start .. so here goes nothing.


IC:

Deci walked into the Club and nodded to a couple of persons.

He sat down at a table and ordered a drink, he looked around for any intresting.

Deci got on his feet and started to walk around in the Club, he walked over to the bartender.

"Hi there, I need to find someon that wants something to be mooved"


TAG Ktala

 

Once you post your chracter sheet, you may start with an intro getting you inside the club.

You can come up with whatever reason, ie..you heard about it..somebody sent you, whatever...

Once you are INSIDE the club, you have to interact with the folks inside the club to find out the information you are looking for, such as finding out how to join the diffrent groups.

 

An elderly looking Bothan raises his head, looking up from his work, as Deci walked over to the bartender.

"Hi there, I need to find someone that wants something to be mooved"

The Bothan looks at him for a moment. "Is that so? Tell me kid.....you looking for work?"

The bothan drops his head back down...filling up a glass. "You wanna find Zeeker". He puts down the glass, and laughs.

"Hehehehe.....yeah...might be able to help ya."

 

The bothan looked at Deci

"Is that so? Tell me kid.....you looking for work?"

"Well.. you know.. something in the mooving buissniess"..

The bothan nodded and replyed.

"You wanna find Zeeker?Hehehehe.....yeah...might be able to help ya.".

Deci wasn´t realy sure who Zeeker was... but hey.. he could be a fun guy.

"yea.. Im lookin for Zeeker.. so where do I find him?"

TAG Ktala

 

Visputin sat in a shadowed booth with a broken glowrod hanging overhead. Amidst the shadows a person could make out that he was casually sitting in the seat with his legs stretched out and crossed. On the table a hand loosely gripped a tall glass of frothing liquor, the color undiscernable in the darkness.

Staring out of the shadows is the faint glow of a ruby quartz vision visor that was part of a opaque, half-face shield and full helmet. Body armor could also be vaguely discerned from the outline of his body with what little light that did splash onto him.

He put the tall glass to his lips and drank the cool liquid of the alcholic drink. His head did not move to observe the patrons of the club, but those who knew him knew that he was indeed observing. Those who knew him also knew his reputation as a professional thief.

It was because of his profession as a thief that brought him to The Scoundrel's Dive. He was looking for a job, a challenge that would keep him busy and entertained for awhile until the next art caper. But first he needed to find out who this Handler person was in order to get a job.

He observed the patrons at the club and cringed inwardly in disgust at some of the more disgusting aliens and unkempt humans before his masked eyes fell on a man at the bar. Visputin tilted his head at the Bothan bartender and was able to catch part of his reply to the man.

"Hehehehe.....yeah...might be able to help ya."

Intrigued he stood up and carrying his glass of liquor he casually walked over to the bar and sat two seats down from the young man. He listened in on the conversation in hopes to learn more.

TAG: Ktala

 

"yea.. Im lookin for Zeeker.. so where do I find him?"

The old Bothan let out a sharp laugh.

"Wadda you think this is, kid? You want info...you gotta drop some credits. Only one who gets free info here...are the grupies.."

The bothan put down his glass, and leared over the table.

"Impress me..and I'll give ya what you need to know."

tag: Deci

 

Deci throws up 300 credits on the table and looks at the Bothan while he puts his hand over the 300 credits.

"look, I realy need a job.. a job where I moove things. and I can´t impress you if I can´t moove a thing to impress you.. so there is the dilemma... no.. please. Give me the information"

Dec looks at the bothan suspicious.

TAG Ktala

 

As Visputin came towards the bar, to sit several seats down from the young man, a red skinned Twi'lek came up to him, from the back of the bar.

"You be needing anything, there?"

tag:mitth

 

Visputin lifts his head up to gaze at the Twi'lek, then points to his half empty glass. "Another Red Corvish Rum will do for now." He says and returns his attention back to the conversation.

TAG: Ktala

 

The bothan looks down at the credits, and back at Deci.

"You impress me with your credits..not what you say you can do...heheheh...save that for the one you need to be talking to."

"Now..you gonna pay to play...or are you just wasting my time?"

tag: Deci

 

The Twi'lek nodds to Visputin..and goes to fix his drink.

A few moments later, she returns with a new glass. She smiles at him, as she places the glass on the table. She then turns, and goes back to her duties.

 

Deci smiles and gives the 300 to the bothan.

"Well.. I hope this impress you a bit".

He then looks supiscious at the Human who sits down almost next to him.
But ignores it, he reconize him from somwhere.. but he´s not sure from where.


"Now.. info?"

TAGGY

 

The Bothan smiles, as Deci removes his hand from the pile.

"Sure thing...Im IMPRESSED..kid." He chuckles a bit.

He scoups the money into his pouch.

"Like I said..you need to talk to Zeeker..Aint hard to miss.."

He starts chuckling again.

"Really skinny...dark hair...always moving..kinda twitchy...you'll know when ya seen em...and by the way..Its a SHE."

The Bothan smiled like he just told the funniest joke on the planet.

He leans over, lowering his voice...
"Ya need to go up"...nodds towards lifts. 8th Floor..tell 'em Grezz sent ya.." he leans back..grabbing another glass to fill.

"Better be nice though.." he chuckles again. he then turns and walks over towards the other end of the bar..shaking his head, and chuckling.

TAG: Deci

 

Deci nodds and smiles.

"Im glad that I could impress oyu somehow"

He turns and walks towards the lifts and as he passes the human that had sat down near him. he lookes supiscious at him.

Deci gets on the lift and pushed the button to the 8th floor..


TAG Ktala

 

OOC: Finally, it's here!

IC:
Among the ominous crowd Sheen seemed like an ordinary patron... yet an uncertain chorisma floated around him. His tall and slim Falleen body didn't seem that imposing, but no-one dared to look at him twice. He sat among the shadows, inconspiciously observing the crowd. It had been a slow night... quite unusual for this place.

Sheen downed the last of his drink. It was his thrid one... he seriously needed a job. He got up and started for the bar, his long leather trenchcoat dancing behind him in the rhythm of his walk. Sheen sat at the bar, next to an uninterested human talking to a Twi'lek waitress. There was something about him, Sheen realised, he was no ordinary man.

Nontheless, he passed the thought off and ordered another drink.

 

Talk about easy information. He thought as he drank from his glass and as the young human passed him to head for the lifts. Now to find out more about this Zeeker person.

Visputin got the attention of the Twi'lek again and asked; "What can you tell me about Zeeker?" He briefly shows the alien a ten domination credit chip but does not hand it to her.

TAG: Ktala

 

The lift that Deci is on opens when it reaches the 8th floor.

It opens into a large area. There are a few tables and overstuffed chairs in the lobby area. There are doors, which appear to be rooms all over the place.

There is a young girl..talking to 3 other folks. The girl is talking so fast, you only catch on a few bits of what she is saying. She is very animated..hands, arms, voice...

The other three are just sitting nodding at her.

TAG Deci

 

Deci took one step into the room and spoke.
and looked around in the room and observed the three for a moment and then the female.



"Grezz sent me"


TAG

 

Visputin got the attention of the Twi'lek again and asked; "What can you tell me about Zeeker?" He briefly shows the alien a ten domination credit chip but does not hand it to her.

The Twi'lek turns and looks at Visputin. She then looks at the credit in his hand."...nothing..."

She turns, putting down her tray. She stares at him a moment. "Zeeker's got nothing for you." She picks back up her tray, and contiues on her chores.

tag: mitth

 

"And why is that?" He said, stopping the Twi'lek from moving away from him with a gentle grab to her arm. He placed the credit chip on the counter between them and then added a second ten domination on top of the first, totaling in twenty credits. "This will add up if you provide me with reliable information or direct me to someone who knows." He added.

TAG: Ktala