Star Wars The City and below...

Coruscant... The jewel of the galaxy and heart of the republic. The vast world is covered pole to pole in gleaming skyscrapers that stretch miles into the skies and is constantly abuzz with traffic. From the speeders flitting through the airlanes to ships large and small arriving and departing to all corners of the galaxy. The seat of the galactic senate and the home world of the Jedi, Coruscant is a beacon of commerce democracy and the strength of the republic.

The upper levels of Coruscant are filled with dignitaries foreign officials and galactic royalty along with many forms of trade and commerce. However as you delve deeper into the heart of Coruscant the shrouds of government wealth and the security of law begin to dissipate and the fingers of the underworld begin to dig into the dark underworld that thrives the further down into the steel canyons of the city-world you go.

Gangs, bounty hunters and criminals call these levels of the planet home and they thrive in the dark and seldom policed area. Crime syndicates dominate this domain of the world and control all that goes on here. The corruption that exists here is often considered a necessary evil by those of the upper levels and is even encouraged through bribes and deals made in secret between the underlords and those who rule the galaxy.

However our story takes place below even these levels in the all but abandoned ghost world of the Coruscant city structure. This area of the city is nothing more than abandoned stilts holding up the city that ever reaches for higher towards the sky. These lost levels of the planet are criss crossed with empty crossways abandoned establishments and junked ancient technology. It is down here that only the very lowest of low almost even feral humanoids live in deranged squalor and it is here that secrets of the past lie waiting to be awakened...


This is my first time running a game and I have put a pretty decent amount of thought into it over the past few weeks. Myself and a friend in real life will be driving this but we are looking for a few others to pick up other characters in the story.

I would like to have a bounty hunter, gang enforcer and a Coruscant police officer however I am open to other ideas just private message me with your ideas. I will however not be accepting any force user roles as they are already taken.

The character sheet is as follows:
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Gender:
Age:
Species:
Homeworld:
Personality
---Traits:
---Likes:
---Dislikes:
---Habits:
Appearance
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---Hair Color:
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---Clothing:
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After you PM me your character sheet I will read it over and let you know if I approve. When I approve it I will post it letting people know that there is a new character entering the game. Once you are in the game post a short background story for your character just to introduce him/her to the game.

This game will follow the basic rules, pm me your cs, no god mode, no force users other than what is approved and finally lets have fun!

 

This will be the character that I am playing I will be following up with his origin post shortly.


Name: Jorn C'ahar
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Personality
---Traits: Smart, Vast knowledge of machines
---Likes: Searching the lower levels of Coruscant for sellable machinery, being alone
---Dislikes: Large crowds, people getting close to him, big open spaces
---Habits: Severe alcoholism
Appearance
---Skin Color: White
---Hair Color: Black
---Eye Color: Brown
---Clothing: Long sleeve black shirt and pants with a vest fitted over it. The vest contains various tools and cutters for salvaging scrap. He also wears a close fitting black cloak.
---Weapons: One standard blaster pistol in a holster on his leg and one vibro sword that fits into the back of his vest.

 

22 Years prior to the events in The City and below...

Jorn... Wake up padawan........

Jorn rolled over in his bed and turned the lights on in his cabin aboard the Jedi transport Opal Sky. He was on his way to a system that had been at war with itself for decades before finally turning to the Republic for help. His master had not told him very much about the place but Jorn knew that the war had been bad. When he was told where they were going he began to look up information on the planet they were going to, so that he would have a better understanding of the populace when he and his master arrived. The world they were going to had been used as a giant concentration camp for almost two decades and had finally been liberated by Republic forces a few weeks earlier. It was his master's and therefor his job to aid the Republic relief effort and to help keep calm among the liberated populace.

A few minutes later Jorn arrived in the cabin of the medium sized Jedi transport where his master along with another master and his padawan were making the final descent to the landing pad of the Republic head quarters setup outside the main concentration camp on the surface. Jorn began to tense up and had to use a force calming technique he was very nervous about going on his first offworld mission with his master. He had been with his master since he was 10 years old displaying an acute awareness of the force and the way it fluctuated with the feelings of those around him. For that reason he and his master had been sent around Coruscant on many humanitarian missions often dealing with aiding those affected by natural disasters and social problems. By the time Jorn had regained his calm they had landed and the others were making their way toward the exit ramp of the ship.

As they walked down the ramp of the ship Jorn quickly realized that no amount of studying files and reading mission briefings could have prepared him for what awaited at the bottom of the ramp. Two uniformed soldiers and one officer greeted them and began to walk them toward the main command building. "Greetings masters and padawans if you would please follow us to the HQ we will brief you on the situation". Over the next few hours Jorn was led around with the rest of Jedi through camps sometimes stopping to aid relief workers or to reassure the prisoners there that everything would be alright. The whole time going through the camps Jorn could not get over the feeling coming from the prisoners through the force, they were so dim in the force as if they were barely alive.

Finally they came to the last part of their "tour" of the main Republic facility, this was the worst part of the facility by far. The captain explained to them that these prisoners had tried to revolt a few months before the republic had liberated the planet and had been locked in here without food or water. The prisoners looked like skeletons and had been forced to eat each other as they died to survive, they had even taken to fighting each other of what little water had rained in over the months. Jorn kneeled down next to one prisoner and let the cool calmness of the force wash from him into the prisoner and he could feel the tension and fear begin to ease in the prisoner. As he stood he saw the other three jedi doing the same and also noticed his master smile approvingly at him. For the next few hours the jedi tended to these prisoners the best they could, making calls back to the temple to requisition any supplies they could from the nearest Jedi outposts to be sent here to aid the healing process.

After a few hours Jorn couldnt take it anymore he had to ask his master why these people had such a small presence in the force. "Master I dont understand how they can feel so small in the force... Some of them barely feel like they are there at all. Ive felt people who were near death before but they still felt fully in the force until they died." Jorn's master stood from the prisoner he was treating and walked his padawan away from the prisoners onto a small outcropping of rocks off to the side of one of the tents and sat him down. "Listen young padawan, these prisoners have been robbed of so much of their humanity that not only are they physically deprived and malnurished but their very souls have been stripped of what makes them sentient living beings." Jorn had a hard time believing this and after a few moments he looked back to his master. "Will they recover master? I mean will their souls recover? Will they ever reawaken to the force and feel like we do again?" The master began to reply to his padawan "Well my young padawan it will be a long process but yes I...." He trailed off as he sensed a slight change in the force, and Jorn felt it to. "Master it feels like they are dieing right now." It was at this time that Jorn had realized the prisoners were all moving away from the jedi save for a few that had been cloaked due to the canabalism that had disfigured them or so Jorn had assumed.

The cloaked prisoners whipped off their cloaks and revealed that they were fulled equipped battle droids and they were closing on Jorn and his master fast. Igniting their lightsabers Jorn and his master began deflecting the incoming laser bolts back at the droids and fighting their way towards the other Jedi who were similarly engaged a few tents over. By the time Jorn and his master had made it to the other Jedi they had halved the number of attacking droids and Jorn believed they would be able to make it out of this unscathed. The droids must have realized they were losing the battle and switched tactics they began to close on the jedi fast abandoning their blasters for high powered vibroblades built into their hands. Jorn heard a yell from behind him and turned to see the other padawan spin away from a droid with a large cut going down the side of his arm and his padawan robes soaking with blood. The two masters ordered them to fall back behind them but as they did a droid detonated itself throwing hot metal and dust into the air. Jorn felt a piece of the metal stick into his right leg but he pushed the pain away using the force he had to get to the other padawan who was injured worse then him. Stumbling through the dust he could hear the masters fighting the droids but he heard nothing and felt nothing from the other padawan. A few seconds later he found the other padawan near the outcropping of rocks he had been talking to his master on when he ran over to him his stomach sunk. The other padawan was dead and the droid who killed him was climbing out of the rocks his chest blinking red faster and faster. Jorn froze realizing that the droid was missing half his face and an arm and his chest was blinking red faster and faster. The other padawn must have damaged him and..... the droid was self destructing! Time seemed to slow down Jorn couldnt move he just stared into the half face of the droid realizing he was going to die here. He could feel the force flooding around him and in the blink of an eye his master was there shouldering into Jorn. His master was yelling something but he couldnt here him as he was force pushed away and the droid exploded.

Everything was black....

 

Burlap has joined the game and has been approved as the bounty hunter here is his CS

Name: Ox Kismit
Gender:male
Age:40
Species:human
Homeworld:coruscant
Personality
---Traits:crack pot treasure and relic hunter
---Likes:high bounties,rare trinkets and ancient species
---Dislikes:the government people,generally most thjngs
---Habits:smokes constantly, curses frequently
Appearance
---Skin Color:Caucasian
---Hair Color:black with a streak of white from stress
---Eye Colorne eye green one eye white covered by a eye patch
---Clothing :basic hunters armor with slight modifications, all of which is shrouded by a hood and mysterious helmet,
---Weapons:a rare grappel gun always on his side and is a fan of small custom vibro knives​

 

Ktala has joined the game and has been approved here is her CS

Name: Kayli Pa'runda (Mouse)
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia. She dosent remember.
Personality
---Traits: Small (5'0") and thin, contortionist, Expert lock picker, good eye for pricing/determining wealth
---Likes: sweets, strong coffee, animals, gossip
---Dislikes: people who dont honor deals, slavers, drug dealers, government types,
---Habits:an expert thief, very fast and quick hands. She prefers stealing from those who can afford it.If it has a lock, she can open it. Opening safes are safter than pickpocketing, and more profitable too, though if something special catches her eye...
Appearance
---Skin Color: tan
---Hair Color: reddish brown
---Eye Color: green
---Clothing: Loves lots of pockets, usually hidden within the folds of her clothing. Dark brown jumpsuit, with black coat which flares out, with a deep hood. Dark green long sleeve shirt. Usually covers face with a scarf of some sort, which hides the breather she usually likes to wear over her face along with goggles, which can see in various light settings, infrared, mirrored, x-ray, shuttered. Boots. Earplugs. Various lock picking tools hidden throughout her clothing, and boots. Large well worn leather brown bag with many patches.
---Weapons: 2 small vibroblades, 2 throwing knives, caltrops, 5 flashbangers, 3 scramblers, 3 gassers, 3 smokers, a stun rod hidden in her boots, small pistol crossbow, which she can use to shoot a tracker, and other objects.

 

Kayli (Mouse)
Coursant


Kayli stretched as she rolled over, securely tucked away in her spot.True to her nickname, she had many places all over the main city, which she could use to hide. She didnt stay in one spot for too long. Safer that way. As she sat still, listening to the sounds around her, she could hear the voices of someone crying in the distance -



(18 years ago)



"Kayli..."


It was cold.

It was always cold, it seemed to her. She smiled up at the face of her mom. She remembered her mom better than she did her father. She remembered that they did love her, which was a lot better than many of her friends. She wasnt an orphan. At least she had that. They worked hard, to try to keep her fed. She even attended school from time to time. But she learned the most, in the underbelly of the city. How to read people. Picking up a few snippets of languages, and learning who's pockets you could pick, and who's you stayed far away from. Then she realized that picking locks were much more profitable, and less dangerous too. Of course, there were a few locks that she got burnt on, literally, but for the most part it was easier. And it made her parents happy too. She was no longer getting into trouble with the locals. And every so often, Kayli would run into an occasional Jedi. Or at least she thought they might be one. They never really confirmed it, but the way they acted, she just kinda guessed. Kayli wondered about them. She had of course heard so many stories about them. But they didnt come down this far. Not that often. She used to dream they would rescue her and her family, and take them away. But that didnt happen.

She was in a world that few humans moved through. She would climb up to the highest levels sometimes, watching folks going out to parties and fancy affairs. She was out on scavenging. Up top. So high. It was a beautiful affair. She had been late. Kayli had managed to snatch a few extra treats from the party, and was bringing it home to share. Her mom had a sweet tooth, and would love the bit of cake she had brought with her. Her father was out on a job. At least, that is what mom told her. Her mom sewed stuff. It kept her home to be with Kayli. It wasnt perfect, but it was good. This night, Kayli swung from the lower rungs of a walkway. She was almost home. It was dark and cold, and she felt the wind blow.

She saw lights. She frowned. Lights she wasnt familiar with. Down here, the lights were sparse. Only other lights that came here were the bad ones.

Police.
Fire.
Ambulance.

Never good.

Kayli silently landed on a wrung that was just above where she lived. There was a crowd there. The crowds only showed up when something happened. Usually bad something. She slowly crawled down, and wound her way though the crowd. So many voices that seemed to slowly fade away. Time slowed. She made her way to the front. She was small, so it wasnt too hard. There was heat reaching her face. Why would there be heat? She found out when she made it to the front. Fire. A large fire. Her home, burning. There was another woman there. Nizal. She knew her. Sometimes, Nizal would watch her. Kayli coudlnt think of why her home would be burning. Mom? Where was her mom? Had she made it out? Kayli took a step forward, but froze when Nizal turned and looked at her. She shook her head, barely. Kayli almost didnt catch it. And the woman looked scared to death.

Why?

Kayli suddenly backed up, and began to look around. Her head buzzed loudly. She now really began to get scared. Where was her Mom? Dad? There was movement to her right. Something large, and definitely not human. A rought shout, as someone was pushed away. Kayli turned and began to run away. Move movement, and this time, Kayli turned and dived down, scrambling for the lower rungs and walkway below her. She disappeared into the space in the belly of the walkway. The buzzing sound gave away to angry voices. More lights. She squeezed tightly in the framework of the walkway, the soft buzz of electricity around her. Soon, the angry voices went away. But she was too scared to move. She stayed there, until daylight, or what passed for daylight down here. The signs changed, the lights changed, it was a bit lighter. Slowly, Kayli crawled out from her hiding spot. She had to. Mom or Dad coudlnt find her if she was hiding. She walked back to what had been home. There were no crowds this time, and the scavengers had already picked and dug through what little remained. Kayli only made it to the doorway. She scanned the burnt out hovel, and stopped only when she saw an outline in the burned out area of the front room. No..no...no....

Kayli turned and ran. She headed for the house where Nizal lived. Maybe she could tell her more. Maybe, her mom had gone into hiding. Maybe she told Nizal where to find her. But it was dark inside. Kayli moved around to the back of the place. The door was open. Kayli slowly walked in, terrified at what she might find, as she looked around. But the place was empty. On the floor, there was a holo-pic. Kayli walked over and picked it up. It was a picture of her family. It was a picture they took before dad went on his last job. And there was a big circle around both of her parents. Kayli bent over to pick up the holo, and when she did, she saw something else. It was her old pack. It had food, and a few pieces of clothing in it. And a note. The note only had one word on it, in a language she had picked up from Nizal.

[RUN]

Kayli stood there, staring at the word for a long moment, before she tucked the photo away. She backed out of the home, any hint of the warmth and safety it used to hold, long gone.

And she ran.


...

 

Uriel has joined the game here is his CS!

Name: Uriel Manteroni
Gender: Male
Age: 52
Species: Human
Home World: Coruscant

Personality
---Traits: sarcastic sense of humor, honorable, good-natured, fighting tactical specialist and a Ace of piloting.
---Likes: Capital Ships; starfighters, engineering, history, legends and relics.
---Dislikes: injustice
---Habits: flying for relaxation, relic hunter.

Appearance
---Skin Color: White
---Hair Color: grey
---Eye Color: Brown
---Clothing: Dark work coveralls, black work boots with durasteel toe.
---Other Attributes:
---Weapons: Chiss dagger hidden in the back two DY-225 undercover on belt and a Multifunction Corellian Jacket.

Biography
---Personal History:
v Uriel is a white man. With 1.8 meters tall and 85 kg weight. Brown hair. Athletic build and pleasing appearance. Good face. Uriel was born in year 52 BBY.

v Had a happy childhood, with his father, a fighter pilot and his mother a weapons engineer.

v At 15 years ( 37 BBY) joined the military academy of the Galactic Republic and graduated fighter pilot at age 18.

v 20 years old ( 32 BBY) was sent to fight the enigmatic and covert battles of the Unknown Regions.

v He fought for 10 years in hell. Never before seen enemies, unknown breeds, ethereal and surreal beings, Uriel did secrets raids in Wild Space, where he had immense spiritual defeats! In these regions the real matter is not the only enemy.

v Uriel was Commander of many Captains!! He was Admiral of a Secret Starfleet Squadron of the Galactic Republic who fought in the Unknown Regions supporting the Chiss in their War.

v Uriel's Capital Ship was the Super Star Destroyer Dracul! Under your orders there were 12 Star Destroyers with 1024 TIE Figthers and another 48 Battleships: cruisers, frigates, corvettes, not counting the support ships and freighters."

v Uriel fought against the demons Yuuzhan Vong in the Unknown Regions with the Chiss, after excellent services was called back in 22 BBY for to fight in Clone War against Separatist. After end of Clone War in 19 BBY was accused of treason against the Galactic Empire because their republican ideology.

v Since then it has become an outlaw, an opportunistic mercenary ..

 

Uriel Manteroni
High Orbit Coruscant
Present Time:

Music: http://www.vagalume.com.br/calvin-harris/burnin-feat-r3hab.html

First Officer: "--Captain we are approaching the axis 321i for approach to Coruscant. What are your orders?"

Uriel was in front of the bridge on the main window, watching the stars.

Uriel: - "Send a message informing the main base our position and intention to continue the approach procedure for the Space Station of Maintenance. Ask permission to disarm the protection systems and ask them to send the tractor beam to dock us in the 321i axis . And give permission for the expert in berthing to take command of the Super Star Destroyer (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Executor-class_Star_Dreadnought)."

First officer:. "Yes sir" - First officer turns around and goes toward the control bridge.

Uriel was tired ... 13 years fighting ... yes ... it was long time. His exemplary performance outside. In full campaign rose from fighter pilot for Admiral commander! (many Star Destroyers!).This success led to jealousy, a very common feeling in Galactic Empire. That was the cause of the downfall of Uriel.

Uriel realizes his destroyer suffered a slight bump ... was the tractor beam of space station. Now the expert in berthing took command and begins to approach the warship for the Capital of the Galactic Empire, the gigantic space station, with its dock maintenance. Yes .. the mission of Uriel had ended.Uriel seriously thought to ask retirement, if he continued in Fleet, would certainly be promoted to General Admiral and they would send it as a prize to some peaceful region of Empire. Yes, this is certainly the fate of those who stand on the Unknown Regions. Only the best were sent to hell. But seldom they returned ... because ... they get crazy.

Uriel however not only returned, as the glory reached without going mad, now wanted to rest ... he thought about finding love, have children, maybe get instructor of pilots ... or suddenly to be a Military Academy Professor ... anyway ... dreams that would never come...

The intercom turns on the bridge and the Communications Officer talks:

"- Captain Uriel! General Ishtaram want to talk to you."

Uriel: "- You can open the channel Renan."

A few seconds pass and the official communication channel of the Fleet is active and one Pantorano appears. Strangely Uriel realizes it was an unofficial channel, was actually an encrypted message about another that was in the background. General Ishtaram was serious expression:

"--- Greetings Uriel!. How was the trip?"

Uriel instinctively realized that something very wrong was going to happen and responds: "Very quiet General. Thanks for the question."

Ishtaram: "Uriel! We have no time! Thanking you have saved my son! My duty to warn you. You should know!"

Uriel froze! and said: "Yes General! Thank you in advance for consideration! Say please!"

Ishtaram: "Uriel was a slander made against you! Since junior officers to generals. The head is Solun your partner! I suppose for envy, the fact is that when you land on Coruscant, they will arrest you and accuse of treason!!!"

Uriel: "WHAT!!!! BUT HOW??"

Ishtaran : "Mate! No time to explain! Just knowing that they intend to submit you at a life sentence! So warrior! Before reaching Coruscant , flee ! I read all the charges and they have irrefutable evidence! There is no defense for you. Escape! FAREWELL."

The message disappeared .

Uriel scared connects the internal communicator and calls the first officer. Uriel gives the order to prepare one Nssis-class Clawcraft fully loaded and armed. Uriel takes off and leaves the Star Destroyer as soon as out of the sphere of influence of the tractor beam, makes a turn of 150 degrees and passes skimming "their Destroyer", passes slowly wanted to see him right then to fly away for to leave the glory to enter the deeper world of out-of-law.

Uriel had no time to waste. The alternatives were scarce, Uriel could try a hyperspace jump and run, but as he was at the center of the Empire, easily some Interdictor-class Star Destroyer intercept him and he would be lost. Only had a chance to escape! Go down !! For very low !!! Lower than all !!! Where no one or nothing could achieve!

Uriel looked at Coruscant, the window of his Clawcraft, could see the beauty of the top. But Uriel was born on Coruscant, and had always been an adventurer, so he knew that beneath the beautiful shell, there was a dirty, dark world, but Uriel also knew that there was another to BELOW, the dirt place ... a mysterious place ... and lost place ... where neither the bandits were .... that it was where Uriel plunge.

Uriel did a quick maneuver, activated Stealth Mode of your starfighter, as he was still an Admiral of a secret mission he had access to encrypted codes that even the Space Control System of Coruscant had not. Then he gave all the power of your reactors and plunged like lightning to Coruscant.

The Clawcraft (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Nssis-class_Clawcraft) shone with the heating due to friction with the atmosphere of the planet, Uriel passed as an arrow for the first layer of the planet, all beautiful, organized and perfect. Because the speed of Clawcraft in 2 seconds Uriel arrived in rotten layer low in this region the buildings were very close when Clawcraft flew down with hypersonic speed a shock wave destroyed glasses, speeders and even dropped traffickers stalls who hurting people who deserved to die then in another 0.5 second, Uriel made Clawcraft make a reversal in thrust and used the full power of the thrust reversers, the downturn was negative 560 Gs of severity, if the ship had no internal antigravity system Uriel would have been crushed. The Ship was then hovering at 30 cm from the ground. The true soil of Coruscant ...

Uriel did the ship take a slow turn its transverse axis and saw darkness and loneliness. Then he saw a hole above a giant pillar of support, literally the foundations of Coruscant, Uriel took his ship to the huge hole and landed. Uriel activated the infra-optical camouflage system and commanded a force field wall in the hole entrance with the camouflage and the force field, the hole was gone, completely hiding the Clawcraft.

Uriel left his ship and went down from hole to the ground. He looked around and ask yourself:

"Well ... where do I find a Nerf hamburger to eat?"

Music: http://www.vagalume.com.br/calvin-harris/burnin-feat-r3hab.html

 

Knock Knock Knock!!

Jorn jolted up and banged his head off of the underside of his kitchen table and scattered empty bottles and cans across the floor. His small apartment was dark and very scarcely furnished containing only a single table and chair, a small bed in the corner a kitchenette and a basic refresher unit. All of which were out dated by at least fifty years and had the layers of grime to show it. The knocking came again and Jorn realized that the knocking was coming from his front door and his old Ithorian landlord was on the other end shouting in his native tongue. Jorn didnt fully understand what the Ithorian was saying but he got bits and pieces about him not paying rent and being evicted at the end of the month if he didnt pay by then. After a few more futile knocks the landlord shuffled away down the hall to pester the other tenants of the sublevel apartment building that Jorn lived in.

Slowly crawling out from under the table Jorn slowly stood up and righted the chair he had fallen off in the night. In doing so Jorns head began to spin and his headache began to set in, he had been up very late sitting in the dim light of the Coruscant underworld drinking cheap knock off corellian whiskey that he had bought from a less than honest vendor in the bazaar near his home. Slowly walking over to his kitchenette Jorn started a pot of cafe and then proceeded to take a quick hot shower to wake himself up. By the time Jorn was done showering and went to pour himself coffee his hands had begun to shake slightly and his headache had gotten much worse. Putting down the half full mug he reached into the cabinet and pulled out a half empty bottle of whiskey. After taken one deep glug and then another he poured the rest into his mug and tightened the lid on with steady hands.

Jorn snuck out the window of his building onto the rickety rusted fire escape barely clinging to the side of the structure. Once he was on street level he walked over to the apartments garage and got into his big clunky speeder. Calling a speeder was a vast overstatement the boxy vehicle had once been part of a fleet of movers for a long since bankrupt moving company that he could find no evidence of ever existing. Jorn had found the vehicle abandoned in the lower levels years ago and had used it as his home away from home on his deep treks into the vast and abandoned underworld of the city planet. He had stocked the vehicle with supplies enough to last a week for he was venturing deep into the city this time, deeper than he had ever gone before.

On his last journey into the city Jorn had discovered a long forgotten and abandoned artificial lake that promised to yield some very salvagable and hopefully lucrative scrap and technology. For some years now this had been Jorn's main source of income. Scouring the underworld for junked speeders droids and other electronics that he pawned or traded for resources and credits to keep him from being homeless.... and to support the severe drinking problem that had been crippling Jorn for nearly a decade. He had regressed so far into his alcoholism that without a steady supply of cheap whiskey and other liquors Jorn could not function and was drivin to very drastic measures that had over the last ten years gotten him into trouble countless times.

Firing up his speeder and taking a sip of his spiked cafe he slowly flew his clunker deeper into the city. He was going to meet up with a young woman named Kayli Pa'runda who had in the past appraised and even sold some of the wares he found in the depths of the city. He had heard others closer to her call her Mouse, but even at her request to refer to her as that he simply called her Ms. Pa'runda. She wasnt a friend more of a business associate that he had frequently had contact over the last few years, Jorn trusted her and she always gave him a fair price and treated him with respect that many didnt... She was the closest thing he had to a friend in his new life. She had agreed to meet him outside the gang stronghold that guarded the vast hole left long ago by a rogue construction droid. The hole was a frequent departure point for other scrappers like Jorn and was guarded heavily by the gang who charged the scrappers a high cost to use the hole to get down into the city. Jorn was on somewhat rocky footing with the gang as he had run up a high tab going back and forth into the depths of Coruscant and had not paid in quite some time due to his lack of findings lately and his need to fuel his craving for alcohol. That ontop of his landlord threatening eviction was weighing very heavily on Jorn's mind pressuring him to find something big this time or else he may be forced to live in the belly of the city among the feral humanoids and other unknown beings that dwelled in the shadows.

By now Jorn was outside the gang stronghold and had finished his cafe and whiskey, he was early and would have to wait for his contact to arrive. stepping out of his speeder Jorn walked into the small eatery across the street and ordered another large cafe which he dumped into his mug along with two very small bottles of whiskey. He knew his limits very well and could continue to consume a small steady amount of whiskey like this all day to keep his shaking at bay. While he waited he opened his logs of where he had been in the city and began to plan the quickest root the abandoned lake that he had discovered a few weeks back. When he found the lake it was stagnant and deep he did not have the proper time or equipment to search such a lake so he had found the ancient controls for the water system. After a few hours of tinkering he had been able to get the droid brain for the lake in a semi working order and had convinced it to drain the lake out of the massive drainage pipe in the center of the lake. Jorn had not been back in a few weeks and hoped that the droid had been revived enough to drain the entire lake. He was depending on this to be a big source of income for him and had made plans to return multiple times if needed to haul out old wreckage.

 

Kayli (Mouse) - Down Below

Kali stretched and stood up slowly, gathering her things. She carefully packed her items. She was used to being in the dark. After she was done, she slowly opened the door to where she had been sleeping. She squinted as the light of the signs reached her. Hearing nothing but the normal sounds of the area around her, she ventured outside. A cantina not too far away, was blaring out some old style music. Dusting herself off, Mouse looked around. It was time to grab a quick bite to eat before she met up with a contact.

She only knew the guy. Kinda annoying. He kept trying to call her by her last name, which she didnt give out. So he called her with a made up name. She had heard others call him some name, but she usually didnt call him by it. Instead, she used 'C'. Or See, more actually, as in "yeah, I see ya." She didnt like all the game, but he usually didnt bother her unless he had something to sell. And the stuff he brought in, usually was good enough for her to make decent profit as well. She would get a signal, and they would meet up in a pre-arranged spot.

This place, was on the outskirts of some gang stronghold. The Nine'ers. They were making out like bandits. The hole was was literally what it sounded like. A huge, giant hold carved out of the surrounding area, that some droid who went nuts made. Or at least thats what she figured. The hole was also known as a departure point for scrappers to crawl down, and try to dig out a living. Those who went down there, were either very good, or very desperate. The place was a twisting made of hazzards, and cave-ins were not uncommon. It was ALSO guarded heavily by the gang who charged the scrappers a high cost to use the hole to get to the good stuff inside. And 'C' was not the most charming of folks. But sometimes, she'd scrap stuff for the gang as well, so she kept on their cool footing. Besides, with them guarding it, it made sure that they didnt get preyed on by other scrappers too badly either. Well, at least, make it less likely. Sometimes, that didnt always pan out to well either. Which is why She didnt go there, without at least of week of provisions, in case she had to wait someone out.

Adjusting her gloves, Kayli took a running leap, and skydived off the top of the landing she was on and twisted and spun her body around, as she catched the next handhold. She could do this blindfolded, if need be. She swung across, moving from building to building, avoiding the crowded areas for the byways and less travelled walkways. She kept moving, staying quick, and changing her directions, least someone was trying to follow her. She was pretty sure she wasnt, but all it would take is one mistake, and she would be history. And she would hate to dissapoint 'C'.

She continued her travels, swinging about, and stopping every so often to check the area she was now heading for. Knowing C, he had most likely gone into the nearby eat joint, to grab something. She could grab a quick bite before they disappeared off into the whatever area he had planned this time. It had been awhile since the last time she saw him. Must be running out of his favorite liquid. Some days, the man reeked of the stuff, though she never said a word. He was a paying customer. And besides, he never did anything towards her, which was a major plus in the racket. Kayli continued to enjoy the breeze as she moved about, until she spotted the building down below..

Kayli landed, and dusted off her clothing. Her goggles she adjusted slightly, and with a smirk, she walked into the eatery. She looked around and saw C sitting at a table. As gave a swift nod to the guy who was behind the counter. She made sure to keep good with the guys behind to bars. They were life savers, and great sources of information. And it was POODO to pay, if you every ticked on off. So better to keep on their good side. She walked over to the bar. "Gimme a Tragga burger, and a Barillian iced tea." She gave the creature behind the bar a grin. "I'm working today." With that, she turned and walked over to where 'C' was sitting.

"Wow..you look like crap, 'C'." Kayli grinned, as she took a seat in front of him. "So, whats on the menu today? Got a plan, or are we just sight-seeing?"


TAG: Gooseman61oh


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Deep space, the Starship "Artax" floats endlessly across the void....
a hologram bird appears in a dark room, begins chriping merrily and illuminating the once dark ship with every flutter.
" I'm awake....."
"chirp chirp chirp"
(the railing of a shotgun is heard)
"chirp chir BANG!!!....."
"God i hate that bird.." as Ox shuffles his tired body out of his sleeping quaters, he begins to make his way to the main chamber of the ship.
"Computer, whatcha got for me today?" Ox says as he sits before a worn down holoscreen
"........ no new bounties listed in the area sir...
....fuel cells depleting...emergency rations low...procede to nearest outpost imed..."
" Yeah yeah Yeah, I know the drill computer, broke,starving and drifting with no hope of good money anywhere in sight."
Ox flips some switches, light glow all over the ship.
" Alright, tracking systems say there's a traders post not too far, lets hope this piece of crap holds up till then."
The engines fire, the hum of the thrusters echoing through the Artax's belly
"If I don't find some real money soon, I'm gonna starve out here, better see what local money there's to be made in one of these outter rim crapshoots."
The Artax slowley descends towards the old and mysterious planet....

 

Spatz has joined the game here is his cs

Name: M-PA-172d (“Semi-Colon”)
Gender: Male Personality Module
Age: Unknown (Current Active Period: 12 Years)
Species: Android (M-PA-*d series Android)
Homeworld: Unknown (Current Residence: Coruscant Mid-Low Levels)
Personality
---Traits: Typically silent and stoic, Semi-Colon is efficient, diligent, and focused, making every effort to complete his designated task to the fullest. He can exhibit a wide variety of emotions (at the least on par with 3PO-series protocol droids), but prefers to remain reserved and distant, never feeling as though he has had a true home since being reactivated. An expert in weapons of almost all sorts (save more exotic weaponry like lightsabers), Semi-Colon happens to be very capable at defending himself, as well as working jobs that could require violence.
---Likes: None, due to errors in his personality matrix he cannot maintain preferences towards anything.
---Dislikes: Scavengers, Droid Slaves (Droids with industrial level intellect (i.e. basically nothing beyond the ability to process and complete basic instruction)), Rust, Spontaneous Electrical Discharges
---Habits: Being a droid, Semi-Colon’s behaviour is incredibly routine based, and thus his daily routine would be best regarded as a habit.
Appearance: Semi-Colon physically looks like a human male of average build. He is 5’ 8”, and weighs 230 lbs. He sports what appear to be large blue headphones with antennae on the sides of his head; these are actually his audio receptors (which may indicate that his model is very old due to modern droids having integrated audio receptors). His face is able to exhibit expressions like a human due to a special material used for his face.
---Skin Color: Ivory White Exterior Plating
---Hair Color: Black synthetic hair, in a rather disheveled/bead-head style due to Semi-Colon’s unwillingness to groom it.
---Eye Color: Variable, but is usually a dark blue.
---Clothing: Semi-Colon wears a green snap-back cap over his unkempt hair. He wears a black sleeveless shirt over a navy long-sleeve shirt, a green bandana around his neck, baggy green pants with numerous pockets, and black hiking boots.
---Weapons: DB-16h Heavy Blaster Pistol*, BT-28 Blaster Rifle*, XR-5 Returning Vibro Knife*

 

(OOC: An Android and a bunch of humans, geez guys, there's literally dozens of races in Star Wars...)

M-PA-172d "Semi-Colon"
Deep Levels, Coruscant

~power fully charged
~system diagnostics running...
~diagnostics complete
~two errors found;
~~personality matrix mildly damaged, preferences unavailable
~~primary memory banks corrupted, purge?: y/n
-n
~primary memory banks corrupted, secondary memory banks active
~system start-up executing...
~system running
~Hello World

Semi-Colon's eyes flickered on, the cold grey ceiling of his small apartment hanging above him. With fluid movements not befitting a droid, Semi-Colon rose from his bed. He really didn't need it, per-se, but it made him feel less like a machine to use a bed as his resting surface. Semi-Colon detached the charge line from the wall socket and retracted it into a cavity in his torso, and then put his tops on. He could just wear them to bed, it's not as though he moved as he slept and thus there were no concerns of the cord tangling, but it felt wrong to do so, for a reason Semi-Colon couldn't comprehend. Then again, he didn't quite understand why he had an need to complete odd-jobs for the vagabonds, scoundrels, and other poor folk who lived in these lower levels, as, by all logic, he really didn't have any need for worldly possessions or wealth. Maybe it was some underlying code in his programming, something driving him towards an unknown goal. Or maybe he was just an eternally confused android, destined to toil and work for others with no true purpose.

"All right. Enough philosophical crap. What jobs do I have available for me today?" Semi-Colon scolded himself, a rather human thing to do, he noted. He checked his memory, accessing available or incomplete jobs, and found that it was empty. "Really?" He grumped, annoyed that he'd actually have to post his services up in local establishments, again. Semi-Colon holstered his pistol at his side, having retrieved it from the table beside his bed, and regarded the rifle hanging from a hook. He wouldn't need it, regular self-defense rarely required more than the pistol as it stood, and his knife was always useful otherwise. The rifle was more often for show, intimidate some of the more unruly folk that he may encounter when doing salvage jobs or guard duty. He gazed about, looking at his few other possessions sitting on the main table that dominated the tiny apartment. A scanner, his credit card, several parts that may come in handy for repairs, were he to be damaged, and a stack of magazines, eras old, an not up to date, but for some odd reason, Semi-Colon felt the need to collect them. Probably the "hobby" part of his personality matrix, which was largely tied to the preferences, but acted independently. He picked up the scanner and the card, they'd be the only things he'd need for today.

Semi-Colon made his way from his apartment (locking it behind him of course) and made his way to the closest establishment was an eatery called "Hrytu's Snack Shack", a small joint known for their Traga Burgers. That fact didn't appeal to him very much, as he didn't consume organic matter. Regardless, he knew others did, and there'd be at least a couple of folks there. The walk there wasn't really eventful, a few long drops, but he hardly noticed them due to his body, and more specifically legs' durability. He entered the eatery, noting all who were inside, a couple humans in a corner, a Rodian, a few Jawas, a Herglic, and a Sullistan sitting with a Kilik. The bartender wasn't the owner, not too surprising, as a successful business owner in this area would likely only work busy hours, such as lunch and dinner, regardless, Semi-Colon didn't recognize the species, odd, due to his database being quite vast.

"What'll you be havin'?" The beastly bartender asked, not sparing Semi-Colon much of a glance.

"I'm...not requiring any sustenance at this time." Semi-Colon replied, as he dug out a flier he had.

"Hmph, only needed to say nothin', boy."

"Is there any place I can put up a flier for offering services?"

"Yeah. But you gotta buy somethin' first." The bardtender replied gruffly, a greedy grin spreading across his place like an oozing wound. Semi-Colon paused a second to think.

"A round of...water for everyone save me." Semi-Colon replied, offering the flier.

"Fine, whatever. Works enough for me, gimme that." The bartender grabbed the flier and stuck it to a board beside the bar, then thrust a payment device towards Semi-Colon. "That'll be 30 credits." Semi-Colon swiped his card, watching without care as hard-earned credits went towards an offer of generosity. "Maybe someone'll appreciate the gesture and offer me a job..." Semi-Colon thought as he put the card back into his pocket, sitting down in a booth in the corner as he allowed the patrons a chance to acknowledge his gesture, as well as calculating the quickest route to the next establishment, hopefully the next one'll be less credit demanding.

Tag: Gooseman61oh, Ktala

 

IC: Uriel Manteroni
Local: Eatery
Action, speech, thought, NPC, PC

Uriel walked by that alleys .... Uriel avoided being seen, walked the shadows:

"Well ... what to do in hell?" Uriel spoke alone. Ultimately for making me a demon?!? Is this the answer?

Uriel knew the danger that the deep regions represented. An oversight and ... DEATH!

"Damn !!! I have to concentrate ... ... regroup and reorganize the forces!" Uriel was bewildered ... he had falled the high clouds of glory for deep rot.

Uriel stopped behind a huge column of support. He was tired, hungry and still he had no prospects.

While resting Uriel sees sneaking through the alleys one girl and small stature with skin color tan, reddish brown hair. The girl

Uriel thought: She acted as if trying to prevent anyone to follow.

Hmmm ... she must be going somewhere interesting! I'll follow it. But by far, the way she is attentive, she can see me and be frightened.

Uriel opened his Corellian Jacket and pulled out a small cubic box of 0.5 cm side. Uriel pressed a tiny red button and the box began to unfold to set yourself up as a fly.

Okay, this cyber espionage system will follow it, and I by far with my datapad, I will go after.

Uriel put cyber-fly on the shoulder, took out his datapad, and activated it, accessed the search engine and espionage, Uriel turn on fly and configured it to follow the girl, giving a detailed description of the girl to the electronic system, as well as the last vector.

Well ... I think in this hell, there should be no many small girls with skin tan and red hair ...

Uriel gave the command and the fly flew directly to the girl, but getting to a safe distance, practically invisible.

The girl continued his journey and arrived at a restaurant. The fly was hovering and recorded when she entered.

Uriel followed the girl from a distance of 300 meters, guided by the fly. When he saw the style of the restaurant, was vexed: Ohh my God ... where did I get !!! Well ... should have some food and drink in this slum!

Uriel continued walking, before arriving, stopped and gave a command to your ciber-fly back and land on your shoulder. When the spy system arrived, Uriel hung up the datapad, and disabled the fly, keeping both the jacket.

Uriel walked a little further and reached the door of the establishment.

"Well ... come on."

Uriel came in and saw who was inside: An Android talking to the bartender, the girl of skin tan sitting on the table of a foreign element and Uriel also noted

Uriel was toward the bar. He sat in a chair at the counter and waited for the bartender. When was attended, Uriel asked: "What do you have to eat?"

Tag: @Gooseman61oh, @Ktala, Spatz

 

OOC: Been busy with real life stuff I will be posting later today after work

 

HunterPrime has entered the game

Name: Gru'dek (Gru')
Gender: Male
Age: Young Adult
Species: Defel (Wraith)
Homeworld: Af'El
Personality
---Traits: Stays quiet. Is an artist with metals. Sense of smell is quite strong.
---Likes: Strong black caffa, Junnip candy, and working with metal.
---Dislikes: Most humans, loudmouths, noise, no honor
---Habits: Likes to sit back and observe, staying out of local squabbles, unless paid to be in them.
Appearance
---Skin Color: Light Greenish snout (If you could see it.)
---Hair Color: Looks like Black Fur - Actually a wonderful dark blue (Again, If you could see it.)
---Eye Color: Red (Usually wears goggles to hide them, and protect from bright lights.)
---Clothing: dark brown robes, goggles, breather
---Weapons: claws, 4 daggers, needle gun, a metal gauntlet, personal shields.

The Defels are a wraithlike race of mammals which had fur that absorbed normal light, allowing an individual to appear to be nothing more than a shadow. Short, with thick dark fur, supported by rippling muscles, Gru' finds the under-city of Coruscant perfect. Always twilight, with the lights from the crosswalks barely reaching the next level below, the lighting here suits him. His thick fur stands out, but he is known to wear a large robe when he wants to keep his hidden nature secret from others. Coming from a high gravity world, he is very strong and stocky. His leaps are quite powerful, and he considers the underworld as a type of jungle. Only the strong survive here. He is at home, underground.

He was brought to Coruscant, along with another, because with his skills in ores and metals, his skills would be highly useful. Instead, he found Coruscant a hateful place, which distrusted most aliens and plenty of prejudice beings. His companion was killed along with the pilot who had brought him there, so Gru'dek fled down below. Now, he ekes out a living, digging out precious metals and being the occasional hired hand. Used to hate killing, but it has become easier, as most beings are liars, without any type of honor.

 

Kayli (Mouse) - Down Below
Hrytu's Snack Shack

As Kayli sat, grinning at "C", another person came into the place. Well, perhaps person was not quite right, but she wasnt really paying much attention to the being, as he had moved over to talk to the being behind the counter.

What did catch her ears, was his offer of buying all the folks in the bar a round of water.

'WATER?'

Wow. Guy must be doing good. Down in the depths, plain old water was MUCH more harder to get, than the stuff they called booze that filtered down this way. Even though she didnt think what THIS place probably would pass out would go for what most folks called 'water', still it was making a statement.

Fat alien seemed happy enough, taking the guy's creds, and then posting something up on the board that was next to the bar, Kayli gave a nod to the pale looking guy, with a strange set of headphones on his head. Kayli watched as the bartender began to plunk down glasses of whatever he considered to be water, down on the bar for another person to deliver to the various tables as other people came in the place. Hmmm. Is it getting close to lunch already?




TAG: Gooseman61oh, Spatz, @Uriel-Manteroni

 

Jorn sat staring blanking into his datapad... He had finished planning the route to the old lake he had drained a few weeks ago and was getting lost in thought when his contact plopped down across the table from him. "Wow..you look like crap, 'C'." He looked back into his datapad, he did look a little disheveled and even felt it from his slight buzz that he had been working on since he woke up. "So, whats on the menu today? Got a plan, or are we just sight-seeing?" Jorn downed the remainder of his third cup of cafe and looked up at Ms. P. "Ive got a good one for us this time. I found a lake that I drained a few weeks ago and I think that we are going to hit it big this time. The banks were covered with rust so there must be something down there rusting away, I just hope it isnt to far gone. The last time I found a lake like this it was much smaller and I found so much loot I didnt have to go out scrapping for two months." Jorn signaled the waitress, paid his tab and stood up. "I think we might even need some extra help this time I saw a message board over there we might want to go check it out in case we need some muscle pulling things out of the lake."

The two walked over to the message board and Jorn noticing a newly posted flyer commed the owner and to his surprise he heard a comm-link going off just a few table away. Walking over to the table he realized that the owner of the flyer wasnt a human or even alive it was an android. "Hello friend" Jorn said stretching out his hand. "I saw your flyer and I was wondering if you would be interested in coming along on a scrap run down into the Hole. Although I cant pay you up front I can promise that we will find some good scrap down there and my associate can vouch for me." Jorn Stepped back and looked hopefully down at the android, he knew it could help him alot with lifting things but he also knew that not a full guarantee of pay would turn most away from such a venture.

Tag: Spatz Ktala

 

(OOC: Just noting, it's not immediately apparent that Semi-Colon is an Android, as his physical appearance largely resembles a pale human...)
"Semi-Colon"
Hrytu's Snack Shack

Semi-Colon looked up to see a rather rugged-looking human male with a much smaller human female in his wake. Semi-Colon noted that she had nodded to him in either acknowledgement or thanks when he had been going to his table.

"Hello friend," The man said stretching out his hand. "I saw your flyer and I was wondering if you would be interested in coming along on a scrap run down into the Hole. Although I cant pay you up front I can promise that we will find some good scrap down there and my associate can vouch for me." The man stepped back and looked down at Semi-Colon with a hopeful expression. Semi-Colon quickly scanned him, finding nothing in Coruscant's public registry. Not surprising, most folk down here didn't pop up there, and those who did were typically wanted criminals on the run. This made Semi-Colon less apprehensive about the man, and accepted his hand with a firm but respectful grip and shake.

"Well met." Semi-Colon replied, "I may be interested in such a venture, however I trust those whom I know by name, mine being Semi-Colon." Semi-Colon noted the blaster pistol at the man's side, his eyes not actually moving, it was in respectable condition and clearly shown signs of use.

Tag : Ktala, Gooseman61oh

 

Gru'dek - Down Below

It is time.

Gru'dek moves slowly. With purpose, for he is in no hurry. Down here, few were foolish enough to bother him. Not anymore. Gru'dek grinned. He didnt even have to do the job himself. He let the lower level creatures take care of that. Eveyone thought that Coruscant was this big sparkling jewel of a planet. Only when they got here, did they discover the cesspool of corruption and filth that it sat upon. Or of the lower horrors that lived both above and below. But this level suited Gru'dek's well. He lifted his head, his ears sweveled to listen to some sounds nearby, while his nose picked up the scent of deathsticks and a sourly tang of stench nearby. Nothing immediately near his position. Good. Gru'dek looked over, picking up his datapad. Nothing scheduled. But he knew that some of the local gangs were going to be busy. Something was going on, Gru'dek knew that much. But for the most part, he kept a wide berth. He had no wish to join in on their area wars, nor to be claimed as property. So he had formed an agreement with some of them. For letting him pass through their areas, they tried to claim as theirs, and scrounge through their area for an occasional bit of rock and metal, he would patrol the area as a neutral. Ususally, the sighting of 'the shadow' was more than enough to keep most beings out of the area. Enough to convince them to leave him alone, and stay out of his affairs. Others who didnt take the hint, had his claw marks to remind them. He also visited a local store. He would occasionaly watch over it, and they would leave him an 'offering'. Nothing to get rich over, but it tied him over during the rough bits. Not that Gru'dek actually met the bar owner leaving the gifts. He had simply showed up, while the attack on the shop was happening, and the thugs that were there decided not to stick around, after getting a look at Gru'dek. Since then, Gru'dek noticed the offerings left in the back, where he had showed up. It was the closest thing that Gru'dek could call to someone being friendly. They had an understanding.

Gru'dek snorted softly, as he collected his gear, and began to plan what actions he would take for the day. He enjoyed listening to the holovids of the daily lies, if nothing but for other news off planet. It was too early to visit the cantinas. Soon, the lights here would get brighter. Gru'dek slid on his googles, yawning. There were a few places he could walk to and sit down to enjoy a good meal, while listening to what was going on from the safetly of a lofty walkway. He decided to wear his robes, as he pulled on his leather gloves. Tucking his knives saftely away, he lifted his head and sniffed once more, as he pulled the hood over his head. He decided he would simply walk and listen. Until he either heard something interesting to follow up on, or a good cup of caffa came to his attention.

TAG: ...

 

Kayli (Mouse) - Down Below
Hrytu's Snack Shack


"So, what's on the menu today? Got a plan, or are we just sight-seeing?" Kayli asked Cee, as he slugged down his drink, looking up at her. Wow, he really did look like he had a bender of a night. But he was here, so that meant he was ready to work. She leaned forward, as Cee spoke, "Ive got a good one for us this time. I found a lake that I drained a few weeks ago and I think that we are going to hit it big this time. The banks were covered with rust so there must be something down there rusting away, I just hope it isnt to far gone. The last time I found a lake like this it was much smaller and I found so much loot I didnt have to go out scrapping for two months."

Kayli nodded, giving him a lopsided grin. "Sounds good. But I hope it aint nothing too fancy down there, or the gangs will be giving us grief." she added with a jerk of her head. Kayli sipped on a drink as Cee signaled to pay his tab. "I think we might even need some extra help this time I saw a message board over there we might want to go check it out in case we need some muscle pulling things out of the lake." Kayli gave a slight frown, but didnt say anything. This was his play, but she seldom liked it when he hired more people. One, it was a cut, and two, they had to be careful that their 'partner' didnt try anything on them. But, Cee seemed to know his stuff, so she simply grunted, as she watched him move over to the board the guy behind the bar had just moved to post a message.

Kayli watched as Cee then turned and walked over to the table where the guy with the blue headphones was now sitting. Kayli paid her tab, as they struck up a conversation. It was the guy who had brought a round of water. The guy must have been down here a long while, Kayli thought to herself. He was so pale. Kayli watched the discussion with interest. Had he gotten lucky so fast? And if this guy had the creds to spend on water for everyone, why would he be interested? But hey, if the guy was willing to work, reasons didnt really come into play. Long as he played fair, was all Mouse really worried about. She gave the being a quick scan, but didnt see anything that looked like weapons on him. Course, he was. EVERYONE was down here, in one form or another. Kayli sat at the table, idly stiring the glass of 'water' in front of her, while she watched Cee's body language, looking for any signs of possible trouble. When they shook hands, Kayli relaxed a bit. That was usually a good sign.




TAG: Gooseman61oh, Spatz, (Uriel Manteroni)

OOC: using Cee instead of 'C'..to be clear. And Kayli is STILL at the table, she didnt follow him.

 

IC: Uriel Manteroni
Local: Hrytu's Snack Shack
Action, speech, thought, NPC, PC

The bartender growled and brought to Uriel one tasteless swill. Ohh my God ... I will have to get used to this ... While eating, the man who talked to the little girl approached a waiter carrying water to customers.

Uriel heard the conversation, it was a physical workforce, loading and digging in a lake some debris. The amount offered was whimsy, but has met the expectation of the waiter. Uriel realized it was a good opportunity to mingle with the inhabitants of hell ... he needed information and talk to those men would be interesting. The men held hands and the "contractor" would move away when Uriel called:

"Hey friend! I also want to work. I am in need of money. And before you say I'm too old for service, let me show my 'skills'."

Uriel opened his jacket, showing for the man, their DY225s. Then took a manual repulsor, GoCorp X25-3 model, was shaped like a magic wand. Uriel activated the system, and a bluish-white light shone in the tip of the stick, Uriel pointed to the table where "contractor' was with the little girl (OOC: the little girl is Kayli), and gave the command. Immediately the table and all the chairs, least the little girl, floated like feathers, Uriel raised his wand and all amounted to 2 meters tall, Uriel made a comeback and the whole made a spin around the bar.

Customers were agitated, each afraid to take a blow to the head, others willing to steal the wand Uriel.

Uriel then gently put the whole set (table and chairs) in the same place where they were. So turn off the wand and kept it in his jacket.

Uriel knew it was extremely reckless showing off in a place like that, but he needs informations and contacts..

Uriel turned to the man "contractor" and said: "I charge half the price you'll pay for he!" Uriel said pointing the waiter.

Uriel took a DY225 and left the show, then Uriel cried: "If anyone here is interested in my "magic wand", it's good to lose interest!"

Uriel looked at the 'contractor', waiting for the answer.

TAG: @Ktala, @Spatz, Gooseman61oh

 

Kayli (Mouse) - Down Below
Hrytu's Snack Shack

As Kayli sat, keeping a careful eye on their surroundings as Cee and teh stranger shook hands, there was a shout nearby.

"Hey friend! I also want to work. I am in need of money. And before you say I'm too old for service, let me show my 'skills'."

Kayli immediately looked towards the man. 'Show you my skills?', could mean anything, and when the guy opened his jacket up, Kayli was on high alert. When she saw the heavy blaster pistol, Kayli's finger was close to her own weapon, in case this crazy had any bad ideas. What was this old guy up to?

He then carefully pulled a very strange weapon, which looked like some type of magic wand, especially when the tip of the thing started to glow a bluish-white. Just as Kayli was starting to get interested in what the guy was trying to show them, he pointed the weapon towards her, while moving his lips.

Kayli dived from the table coming up quickly, her weapon drawn, but kept hidden behind her as she looked at the table. And then her mouth dropped open, as she saw the table and chairs, rise up and float like feathers. Kayli quickly shut her mouth, and keeping her weapon hidden, noted the man raised the items higher, then made the entire mess take a spin around the bar.

"POODOOO!!!" Kayli sputtered.

She then noticed that some of the customers were starting to look annoyed, while others had a look on their face she recognized well. This guy was either really insane, or REALLY, REALLY sure of himself. A few minutes later, the entire set of table and chairs sit themselves back down in their proper spot. Mouse kept her finger on the trigger, not so much for the crazy old dude, but for what the other patrons might be now thinking.

The old man turned to the Cee and says, "I charge half the price you'll pay for he!" pointing the waiter. Now Mouse was confused, but that suddenly changed when the stranger pulled out the heavy blaster. Kayli was behind a table in a second.

"If anyone here is interested in my "magic wand", it's good to lose interest!" The crazy old man yelled out to the bar in general. Was this guy serious?!?! The man then looked over at Cee and the new guy, waiting to see what would happen next.



TAG: Gooseman61oh, Spatz, Uriel Manteroni

OOC: Sorry if I misread that wrong, but I was not sure what you meant by "Uriel took a DY225 and left the show." I took it to mean you pulled out the blaster. If im wrong, please ignore that part.