Star Wars Treasures of the Past [Closed SW RP]

Mowlu grinned as he looked at both of the guards. He held his hands out to be shackled. "I don't have a quarrel with you, just the hutts." Mowlu grunted at Dew to to likewise.

 

Dew followed suit. not sure what else do at this point but chill for a while.

 

Reno was trying to keep a low profile. He didnt want to cause trouble... yet. He entered the building, trying to take note of how to get out if things got hair.

 

As Reno approached the entrance of the building, one of the guards stopped him, "What do you think you're doing?"

 

"I am going in like everyone else..." Reno responds... anticipating what may happen next.

 

The guard almost laughed at Reno, "Not just anyone get in here, be on your way." He finished his statement by pushing Reno slightly.

 

"Oh really" Reno responded, "So if not just anyone can get in then who DOES get in?"

 

The guard stopping Reno looked at the other guard standing post with him and they both shared a smile, almost seeming to laugh. He then looked at Reno again, "The people who know the answer to that question are the people who get in. Now go away."

 

Reno shrugged his shoulders, not about to pick a fight with two guards in the middle of a crowd. It was no way to be subtle. Since hiding in plain sight was not working Reno decided to look for another way in.

 

The building is large and there are likely many other ways in the building, even if less straightforward and more difficult. However, there were others on his side. A beep came from both the guard's datapads, they both looked down at the notification and the guard Reno had been talking to got his attention and said, "Go in, it seems you have the attention of the right people."

Little did the guard know, the right person in this case was Hal, who was not affiliated with Ridu, the Hutt. Hal was, in fact, a hacker and obtained his entrance the same way he enabled entrance for Reno.

 

The main commons area of the Hutt's sanctuary entertained many different types of characters. Most of these characters could be identified at a glance, from the scars on their face to the type of cocktail they ordered at the bar. Certainly all of them cast a wary eye as they passed each other in the large great room. Those few individuals who were clumped together were no doubt part of larger group, designed to discourage any forms of confrontational behavior that was so common in these types of places. Of course, anyone who was bold enough to start these types of confrontations usually ended up in front of the Hutt himself, and the consequences were not pretty. Those who did not find favor with the Hutt were sentenced to duel other convicts in a gladiator like spectacle.

Sitting in the darkest corner of the Great Room was a short, plain looking human with messy dark hair. He was slouched over a datapad on the table, a drink in his other hand. The glow from the screen cast a light on his slightly handsome features, although he was not so striking that one would remember him the next day. The image that the human was staring at on his datapad slowly brought a frown to his face. Keeping his eyes on the screen he took another swig from his cup and then winced at the burn in his throat.

The frown on the human's face increased into a scowl as The human's name was Hal and Hal did not like bullies. Particularly, Hal did not like these bullies. The same group of guards had dragged his friend into the dungeons the previous night for getting into an argument at the bar. Unfortunately Hal was afraid his friend was scheduled for one of the upcoming gladiator fights in the next few days. He watched on the screen as one of the guards pushed the tall man with the goatee. Deciding enough was enough, he opened his datapad script and hacked into one of the communications terminals he had inserted an admin clone into. The device acted as physical interface with the terminal and allowed him limited remote access to the terminal. He knew it was only temporary, and that security would find him eventually. But until that day came he would have a little fun.

Once he was in the system, he accessed the list of approved individuals and made an exception to the code. Since he didn't have access to the stranger's personal information, he simply composed text and pushed it to the guard's datapads, using the security cheifs authorization code. The text read: [//SECURITY CHEIF// Individual just contacted has been cleared for entry //AUTH 00243//]

OOC: Hey guys! Glad to be part of the continued adventure!

 

Reno does not know exactly what just happened. But he enters the building cautiously, wondering exactly what is going on.

 

Inside, Reno found the main Commons area where Hal already was, not that he knew who Hal was. The room was filled with all kinds of people, but as Reno entered the room without anyone a single notice besides the casual glance of a man in the corner, another entered from a raised side entrance and stole the attention of everyone. He was a Quarran, wearing well fitting clothes with patterns on the front accentuating his facial tentacles that hung from around his mouth.

His voice was reminiscent of bubbles, "Welcome all. If would please make your way through the door across the room," he gestured to a set of double doors opposite the door he had entered through, "the entertainment will begin shortly." those in the room wrapped up whatever they had been doing and began heading toward the door. There was an air of excitement in the film, but almost everyone in the room walked slowly and with purpose as it they were above those sort of feelings.

Somewhere else, Mowlu and Dew were being escorted through a dark, damp tunnel. They were eventually lead to a cage this one was open and made of metal bars, unlike the previous one. One side of the cage was a solid metal wall with a closed door. The wall had slits with light shining through, revealing seats above and a few people moving. It was difficult to tell anything else about the room beyond given the small size of the slits.

The room they were in was much larger than the cage they were in and there were a few other cages along the same curved wall theirs was, likely with the same doors as well, though the doors were such a part of the wall, it was hard to tell without being right on them. There were other guards in the room, most sitting at a table and a few standing just in front of other cages, including the cage next to them, which noon a second glance did have an occupant. The occupant of that cage was laying in the darkest corner, almost unnoticeable, it appeared to be a Zabraac with a metal arm.

 

"Mowlu, are we going to be gladiators?"
dew was a bit nervous at this point

 

Hal glanced up at the Quarran as he came through the door but his gaze returned to the datapad. The human who had been held up at the gate was no longer in view on the camera. Scanning the room he spotted the goateed man who had just entered. Grinning inwardly, he shut off the screen on his datapad and downed the remainder of his drink. He winced as the liquid seared his esophagus and slowly got up from his table, grabbing his datapad and following the crowd towards the arena. He had a feeling that he would be needing it soon.

OOC: Merry Christmas y'all!

 

Reno walked with the crowd. he was not sure what was going on, and chose not to do anything out of the ordinary. he knew the wookies were here somewhere, however, and his plan was to find a way to get them out. In the meantime, he was looking for convenient ways to escape when the time comes.

 

Mowlu looks through the slits of the wall, taking in everything he could see despite the limited vision. He takes note of the possible Zabrak in the other cage, he then turns his head over his right shoulder, "It looks to be that way. Stand back if you can, and take my lead. Let me handle this. if you see a weakness, go for it, as long you manage to avoid tripping me. He'll try to use you as a weakness against me, since you are obviously not as skilled as I am at this.. your lack of confidence and nervousness permeates the air.

OOC: as well to y'all as well

 

As Reno and Hal followed the crowd, then were taken into a large fighting arena. The focus of the room was a large, sunken arena taking up most of the room, right in the middle. It was large, about 30 yards across with a cage over it, easy enough to see through, but with holes small enough that a small human could not get through. Around the arena was several rows of seats, with different sections of different sizes to accomodate various races.

Across from the entrance they were coming in through, was Ridu. He sat on a dedicated platform that gave him a great view of the action in the pit. He began speaking as the last few poeple were making their way out of the commons area and the translation in Basic came from some speakers, "Welcome to the games! This week we have a special treat, two Wookies, captured after a failed attempt in my life," he paused for dramatic effect as the audience have various gasps, most obviously just made because it was the right thing to do and nobody a wanted to be on the Hutt's bad side, "face off against a beast of your choice!" again, he paused to let the audience react, this time with cheers and excitement. He continued, "Will they face a creature from their homeworld, Kaahyyk, in an epic savage vs. savage brawl, or a beast evolved from the wastes of civilization in a legendary backwater sentience vs. the worst of evolution duel?!" The crowd, mostly seated by now cheered both options with equal fervor. "Cast your vote now to decide as you meet your opening act!"

All the members of the audience pulled datapads from under their seats and chose from one of the two options: Wyyyschokk or Chembeast.

Below, the sound of the loudspeakers was muffled by the thick walls, but came clear enough through the slits in the wall that Dew and Mowlu heard what was said clearly. As the voice spoke, one of the guards took a long spear and poked the Zabrak in the cell next to them. He used it to direct the Zabrak toward where the door on the metal wall would be in that cage. By his movements, he had to be drugged.

When Ridu finished his speech, the door opened in front of the Zabrak and as the light from the arena fell on his face, it became clear who it was. Etog stepped out into the arena and the crowd cheered as they knew each step brought him closer to death.

 

Reno was here to save his comrades. But he knew that he couldnt do anything without some sort of plan. He drew out his datapad and voted for the Wyyyschokk... his gamble was that the wookes would hopefully be able to hold their own against a beast they were familiar with. If nothing else, Reno atleast had his tranquilizer to subdue the beast if need be. However, Reno tried to discretely look for a way to get the wookies out of this mess... and Etog if he could. He knew that once he made his move the heat would be on to him. So he tried to look for his escape without drawing attention from the guards, or anyone else...

 

Dew is afraid... how can we save him???? "we cant just leave him mowlu"

then a moment later... "is there anything we can do?"

 

Mowlu looked over at Dew just as Etog stepped into the arena. "From here? There's nothing. Unless they let us out.... And for our chances... slim, although we do have a small chance... if we can beat the Wyyyschokk. I personally have not fought one before, since they live in the lower forests. If they have one here... I am not sure what they were thinking when they captured the beast... I am not even sure how they captured it. They have been known to destroy whole hunting parties in a matter of minutes."

 

Hal proceeded through the door into the arena where the spectacle was to take place. He could feel the air abuzz with excitement and bloodlust. Scanning the seating arrangements, he spotted a seat that was the farthest back and headed in that direction. By now the Quarran had begun speaking and the crowd was whipping into a frenzy. Hal knew that these types of events usually brought all kinds of criminal characters together, and he would bet that the Hutt would be profiting handsomely off of their betting. "Bullies, all of them." He thought with disgust. A small voice in the back of his head chimed in: "You wish you could be like them. You wish you had power over another being. A judge who decides whether they live or die. But you are nothing more than..." Hall clenched his teeth and shook his head. "Its just the drink." He said to himself.

Looking around, Hal realized the Quarran had stopped talking and the crowd had taken to their datapads. Feeling under his seat he pulled one out and saw two options on the screen. Grunting, he put the it back. He would not be voting. But he had an idea that might level the playing field for everyone, including the caged beasts. Turning on the screen of his personal datapad, he waited for the event to start.

 

The lights dimmed around the seating area of the room. The Hutt motioned everyone to be silent and the room quieted. He held his hands out, keeping the silence and building the tension as everyone waited on his announcement. He obviously was enjoying this moment and held it out as long as he dared. Then he spoke, "Your decision has been made!" and he pointed down to the cage-covered pit in the middle. Across from where Etog had exited the wall of the pit, another door slid upward revealing darkness. Etog looked into the darkness, obviously seeing something that nobody else did, and horror crossed his face. Before he had time to react, a creature leaped out of the new open doorway and landed on Etog. There, in the middle of the pit stood a large spider, about the size of a speeder. It wasn't a full grown Wyyyschokk, but still dangerous. Underneath it laid Etog, giant pincers penetrating his torso and his mouth open in a silent scream as his life force was slowly smothered in pain and poison.

And the crowd went wild. . .

Except for two members of the audience and those below. Below, two racks of weapons came down from the ceiling along the outside wall of the the pit, on either side of the door of the cage that Mowlu and Dew were in. They came down just as the door to the pit opened and the guards pointed their guns through the bars, "Choose your weapons and move." On the racks were weapons of all sorts: blades of all sizes -vibro and non-, blasters of all kinds, even a bowcaster and some other unique weapons. The light from the pit shone through the door on the two wookiees, their choice of weapon the only ounce of freedom between them and an young monster from their homeworld hellbent on killing them as a bloodthirsty audience cheered it on.

 

Reno winced as he saw the spectacle. He felt bad that he could not save Etog. He continued to look for something to use as a good escape route. He specifically had an air vent, a garbage shoot, or something else like that in mind.