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Nov 22, 2012 18:59:56 GMT -5
Post by Othorious on Nov 22, 2012 18:59:56 GMT -5
The darkness of Space enveloped the medium sized civilian freighter as it emerged from hyperspace above the bustling ecumenopolis that was known as Nar Shaddaa, or to some as 'Little Coruscant' or 'Smuggler's Moon'. Even from the emptiness of space they could see thousands upon thousands of vehicles moving around the Smuggler's Moon, many of them probably people living on the dangerous side of Galactic life. Smugglers, Bounty Hunters, Gangsters, Pimps, you name the class of person, Nar Shaddaa probably had at least one of those people. The pilot began to angle the freighter down towards the planet's surface, weaving in and out of the various trajectories of dozens of ships. He came dangerous close to a few of the other starfighters, but managed to keep from hitting them and finally entered the even more crowded atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa.
Cruising along the skylines for a couple of kilometers the pilot finally found a landing pad that was actually open, and set his ship down onto the landing pad with a heavy thump and low vibration of the constant noise of the planet life. Unstrapping himself, the figure grabbed a LR-57 Blaster Rifle from the nearby storage compartment and quickly loaded the cylinder-shaped blaster bolt magazine into the slot directly under the barrel and primed it for quick firing use. Walking out to the boarding ramp and pushing the open button near the entrance, the man would sling the rifle over his back and would walk out into the brightly lit landing pad, where a security camera aimed at him and captured most of what he wore, but could not get a clear view of his face, which was obscured by a thick cloth scarf-like piece of apparel.
What the figure did wear, was a thick durasteel breastplate with various markings and graffiti painted on it's surface. The top part of his armor was covered by a dark brown cloth shawl that was not connected to the cloth covering his face and fluttered about in the breeze of the passing speeder cars around the landing pad. The figure would look directly at the security camera, and with a quick, but subtle, gesture of his hand did the feed suddenly go to static as the camera was crushed into a ball of metal. The figure scanned for any more security cameras before lowering the cloth covering his lower face to reveal a grinning mouth full of sharp, dagger-like teeth. Red skin glistened in the lights of the landing pad as a red mechanical eye darted around to take it the surroundings and a single black horn thrust out to the sky, while on the opposite side of his head sat a cleanly cut off stump where another horn would normally be.
The figure took a deep intake of breath as two spaceport security guards entered to check on the loss of security feed with small blaster pistols holstered on their thighs. One of them came up to the Devaronian and announced in a voice high with authority, "You need to clear out, this dock is reserved for people more important than yourself. So why don't you take your red ass and bugger out-" The man's insult was cut off short as an invisible force clamped down on his throat, causing him to grab at his neck and gasp helplessly for breath as the other Security Guard began to unholster his pistol for a shot at the Devaronian. The Devaronian simple chuckled and moved the choking Officer's body in the other Officer's line of fire with quick movements of his hands as the Officer got off three shots.
The shots slammed into the choking officer's body, who convulsed suddenly and died quite the same, suddenly. The Devaronian tossed the body off the platform and used the force to augment his reflexes to dodge one sloppily shot off bolt and grip the man's wrist with his right hand and force him to drop the gun. The Devaronian spun the man around and wrapped one arm around his neck and let the man struggle for a bit longer before yanking his head to one side violently, effectively snapping his neck and killing him. He too tossed the body off the side of the platform and turned back to the freighter and called out, "Are you coming? I don't want to have all the fun around here..." It'd make bringing you along worthless... Honog though Doviculous, the red-skinned Devil of the Sith Order and harbinger of vengeance for the Burning Order Cult. He had come to this place of scum and villainly to root out a couple of Cultists he had tracked to doing shady business with some Crimeboss, and he intended to not leave one pitiful soul alive in his wake.
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Nov 23, 2012 23:32:22 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Nov 23, 2012 23:32:22 GMT -5
Honog kept to himself and tried to keep his darkness restrained and his signature shrunk to a minimal. For after the start of the war missions his releasing of his darkness gave him a hunger that was getting harder to sate. So this mission with Doviculous was a way for him to bring himself into center. Yet later the sith was promised the release of death and destruction. The ship's trip was thankfully uneventful.
As they neared Nar Shaddaa he could feel the many life forms of the planet. Many were bright and cheery others were sliding to the darkness. Honog felt the draw and resisted. The city moon of the Nar was full of evil and darkness he like this place. He would make this place his, a base for his strikes toward the core.
He felt the enounter with the platform guards and their deaths. The feel was a coldness an escaping of some thing that everyone tired to hold onto so hard.
"Are you coming? I don't want to have all the fun around here..."
Honog's eyes snapped open and a fire flared within him. Pushing himself up by the force alone he stood. With each foot step the sound of doom was echoed through the force. A war dog....nay a monster created by the force and blessed by it was again moving. Walking down the ramp Honog lowered his hood and looked at Doviculous and said....
Well then let us show the wicked ones here on Nar Shaddaa what evil truly is.
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Dec 3, 2012 15:07:37 GMT -5
Post by Grumpy Panda on Dec 3, 2012 15:07:37 GMT -5
Another dive. Another planet. A homeless bounty hunter always seemed to find a place to call home for the time being. Sitting in a corner, he kept to himself while enjoying another tortuous mix of grog and spice. The flavour was nothing to die for. Neither was the feeling of your insides convulsing. Regardless, he found comfort when the mix began to work. Tolerance dictated that he had to drink more. He didn’t care. He found ways to feed the habit.
This club was no different than any other except location. Regardless how clean a planet was the clubs always seemed to have the same filth. The irony was it seemed normal on a squalid planet such as this one. Nar Shaddaa, little coruscant, the smugglers moon, the centre of hutt space. In a way, it was more comforting here. You knew what to expect when you left safety. There were no false promises about climbing a corporate ladder to live on the sky line in luxury. Everyone was a target. Instead of being a corporate debt slave, you were part of a perpetual struggle between factions for power. Then again, that was little difference if any.
Most avoided the mandalorian in the corner. Unfortunately, not everyone was so intelligent. Some would occasionally come by to taunt him. Tough guys who needed to validate their masculinity. Even then they scurried back to their holes quickly like rats who managed to steal food. Bravado was exchanged for triumph in private like cowardice. Today there were a couple who thought it better to revel in their small triumph.
A few individuals decided to throw wisdom into the wind. They spat on him, insulted him, and threw his food. One decided to reach for the cape draped off the right shoulder. The mandalorian, Fuil, decided to make an example of him. He quickly hit the pressure points of the man to paralyze him in front of his friends while holding him in front like a shield. To make sure the point got across, Fuil hit a few more pressure points and the man began writhing in agony. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t die from the sensory overload going to his brain that felt like he was burning alive.
Tossed to the ground and left to suffer, Fuil turned away from the suffering man and quietly continued sipping his drink. The man was lucky. He had a chance to live. Most mandalorians would have left a bloody mess and red streaks. He cared less about brutality and more about clean results. Those urchins had been badgering people in the club for a while now. The owners would be happy to see them gone. The reward was probably small, a free drink at best. Fuil was happy as long as they kept the spicy sweet casserole on his plate and grog in his mug. Meanwhile, he reflected on why he was still on this planet.
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Dec 3, 2012 17:31:46 GMT -5
Post by Othorious on Dec 3, 2012 17:31:46 GMT -5
Doviculous nodded at Honog's words, Well then let us show the wicked ones here on Nar Shaddaa what evil truly is. How true it was. The pathetic parasitic wretches who called this place home wouldn't even hold a candle to both Doviculous and Honog, at least so far as Doviculous was concerned. He wasn't willing to incite some small time skirmish against any gangsters or hutts or anything of the like, he was only after the Cultists and their cronies who had been tracked to this Moon. He wanted them and them alone, no one else mattered as of now. Only vengeance and bloodlust ruled on this day. " Come Honog, the hunt begins." He turned and began to stride towards the entrance of the main building and opened it with a flick of his hands. Once inside he looked around, the only patrons around were a couple of space porters and the local guards who didn't really pay much attention to Doviculous and Honog as the pair quickly made their way to the exit. Doviculous would rather not stay long in case the Security began to question what happened to the security camera for their landing pad and the whereabouts of the two slain guards. Once outside of complex, the city block they were on turned into a twisting labyrinth of metal and smog. Doviculous looked both ways and noticed the bright neon signs that spelt out " The Spiral Nebula" which indicated a club or bar of some sort. " This way, Honog. What better place to start than a place filled with the scum of the Galaxy?" He said over his shoulder as he pointed a gloved finger at the Club in the distance and began to stride over there as quickly as possible, ready to get inside and out of the too open streets. He could blend in more in a crowded club than in plain sight, which would allow him to get the drop on any Cultist who might recognize him. Doviculous entered the Club before Honog, quickly entering an entirely different world filled with pumping music (click) and various beings of different races and genders crowding around a large stand that served as the genesis for the music. Doviculous also noticed most of the woman of the crowd hardly wore anything at all, and on many occasions he caught a glimpse of bare flesh and even under the table favors to the male patrons. He turned around to Honog and quickly whispered into the Noghri's ear, " Circle around the club my friend, keep an eye out for anyone who would seem out of the ordinary while I head to the bar" and quickly departed to the bar after his instructions were given. He knew that Honog wouldn't let him down, he had at least that much faith in the Sith. Doviculous sat down on one of the less than comfy padded bar stools and glanced around, noticing many intoxicated individuals, but none that gave off the feeling as one of the Burning Order. Although in this atmosphere it would be a great challenge to find any. |
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Dec 3, 2012 18:51:13 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Dec 3, 2012 18:51:13 GMT -5
It had truly been a while since he had this type of hunting. Moving from the ship and through the next building he followed Doviculous. Dov had always had the hardest time being a shadow but the noghri didn't. For him it was simply walking and moving from shadow to shadow. When Dov called to him to enter a club of sorts he sighed hard his anger was hard enough to keep under wraps when not being bombarded by pretty throats to slit. Yet he followed and once in side the noise was out matched by the scents he was picking up. The pharomons of young blood a hiss was drowned out in the noise.
In his silence he noded and backed into the shadows of the club. Moving about in the club his eyes searched out the unusual. Finding the odd and twistedly wierd was the majority od the beings here. Only from a deeper shadow did he find others who wanted their privacy and secretcy. Noting a few bounty hunters Honog continued on through the shadows. One bounty hunter seemed to draw the filth of the room. As he put one down Honog smiled when the group left with their twitching friend Honog noted where they went and followed them.
Into one of the less darker shadowed areas they made their nest. Honog watched as they looked their friend over. They ringed around him trying to get a look at him. One female human was pushed to the outer ring of the group. Honog saw an oppritunity to snag some information. Reaching out in the for ever so gently he popped one set of lights above them. Dipping the area into a bit darker shadow he reached for the female's throat. Grabbing hold and keeping her from screeming he force dragged her into the pitch blackness of the area he was standing in. She clawed at the floor in silence and at the grip Honog had on her. With a flick of his wrist she flopped onto her back. She eyes screemed as she saw the noghri.
With an evil noghri grin Honog asked......Who is that hunter?
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Dec 7, 2012 12:02:59 GMT -5
Post by Grumpy Panda on Dec 7, 2012 12:02:59 GMT -5
The food and drink kept coming steadily. It was amazing that he could eat so much. Then again, he kept his metabolism high enough to handle it. A couple ladies would flirt with him. Maybe they thought he would be less likely to kill them. Maybe they liked strong and silent maniacs. Either way, he wanted to be left alone. He wanted it all to go away.
The grog and spice were taking hold pulling the world into a wavy haze spinning slowly downward like water down a drain. Sobriety was overrated. He would see sporadic flashes of false images when sober likely triggered by whatever trauma he could point his finger at. In the end none of it mattered. Nothing mattered.
Another young thug looking to impress his friends and ladies approached the mandalorian. Average height, average build, average everything except for intelligent which he lacked and confidence which he had in surplus.
“Look at you, mandalorian, thinking you’re tough. I bet you couldn’t take me if you tried.” It was a macho chest beating contest that Fuil wanted no part of. He ignored the man and continued eating his food through the partially lifted visor of his helmet. “I’m not scared of you. A real mandalorian would be trying to burn this world to the ground. You’re just some scared little boy playing dress up to get cheap prices for food and drink.”
The club went silent except for the music. The lights still flashed, but no one was dancing. Fuil continued enjoying his fare as if nothing was going on. “You’re deaf and washed up, you fake mandalorian. I’m going to become a mandalorian just to show you how worthless you are.” The young thug reached for Fuil’s food but instead got a fork through his hand. He recoiled in agony as the mandalorian silently stood up and unholstered his pistol.
“So, boy, you want to be a mandalorian.” Fuil pointed his pistol right at the forehead of the thug. “Mandalorians are something you would never understand. I can see you scared and snivelling only trying to impress someone. You want to be a mandalorian? Mandalorians are willing to face death.” Fuil held the pistol with his fingers ready to pull the trigger. What was he doing? He was only supposed to kill contract targets. This was wrong. This wasn’t who he was.
“Allow me to welcome you into the fold.” Fuil pulled the trigger not hearing the cry for mercy or help. One shot. One kill. Another tally on his record. He returned to his fare which was getting low. A server brought him more without asking. For all his bravado, the boy got what he wanted.
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Dec 8, 2012 16:47:10 GMT -5
Post by Othorious on Dec 8, 2012 16:47:10 GMT -5
Doviculous was about to order a drink when suddenly he noticed that the atmosphere of the entire room had changed and become electrified with tension. Doviculous slowly turned around in his barchair and looked across the dance floor as a scene between some nobody and a somebody went down. The nobody obviously thought that his false bravado would be enough to stand up to the somebody, who was obviously out of his league in every aspect. Doviculous smiled to himself, Oh how the ignorant do amuse me so... He leaned forward slightly on the stool and clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them, watching intently.
The thug attempted to take the man's food, and received a very brutal eating utensil through the hand, blood splattering out with the wound. The man recoiled as the man now unholstered a pistol and planted the barrel of it right against the thug's forehead as his mouth fell a gape as he either tried to form words of retaliation or words of forgiveness. Whichever he tried to say, they were snuffed out before they could by uttered by the cruel click of a pulled trigger. Doviculous gave out a prolonged applause at the man's cruel tenacity and ruthlessness in dealing with nuisances, which also produced a deep baritone chuckle from the Devaronian, which caught a few unwary glances in his direction, but otherwise once the situation was over with the dancing and debauchery continued uninterrupted as a few patrons dragged the body out.
The dull numbness returned and Doviculous turned back around to the bartender who was nervously scrubbing a shot glass clean. "What'll it be sir?" The bartender asked as he prepared to take Doviculous' order, whatever it may be. But this Sith had other plans than just a mind killing beverage. "Have you seen anyone come through here wearing this symbol?" Doviculous would reach into his armor's pocket and would produce a linen scrap of paper with a symbol of hellish flames surrounded by a tear like barrier. The bartender took the paper and studied it closely for a second before placing it back down, "Havn't seen anyone wearing anything like that..." He said with a nervous movement of his eyes, and Doviculous instantly knew that this scum had the audacity to lie to him. How unfortunate.
Doviculous unholstered his rifle and slammed it down on the table, his one mechanical eye whirring angrily as he basically spat his next words out. "Either you tell me the truth you lying sack of scum or I'll make the rest of your existence a swirling maelstrom of pain and suffering the likes of which your pathetic little mind has never seen before!" He also used subtle manipulation of the force to impose his will onto the bartender, although it was a slightly sloppy effort but in the end it had the desired effect. "Okay okay! I'll tell you. Men and woman wearing that symbol on their clothes came in here with some thugs under a local Crimelord and took over. Some of them are here right now in the backrooms... but that's all I know, I swear!" The man's fear was genuine and his words true, so Doviculous nodded quickly and put his rifle away and began to look for Honog to report what he had discovered.
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Dec 8, 2012 19:47:27 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Dec 8, 2012 19:47:27 GMT -5
Honog was still holding the female when he heard the noise of a fighting words nearby. Looking around he saw another idiot poking the mando.
Another fool for the fodder pile.
Honog felt more than saw the hunger of the mando's wantedness to kill before the action took place. When it came Honog reached out prior to the kill and felt the life fade from the the fool after the spiking of pain. A grin grew upon his face as the feeling faded away. Still holding the female by the force he dragged her closer and then let fear flow from the force from him. Once his clawed hand was around her neck and she felt it she lost control of her bladder and then fainted. Honog releished the senstion of her fear. Slowly dropping her to the now wet floor he moved from the location to find Dov.
Coming out of the darkness to the dim flickering lights around the bar Honog slide up next to Dov.
Find anything yet? You also saw that mando his hunger is to my liking though his quietness could use work. Sp what do you want to do?
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Post by Grumpy Panda on Dec 12, 2012 16:14:48 GMT -5
Another spot of grog down, but the world was still in focus. He began to wonder if his tolerance was getting too high. Perhaps he drank too much. Then again, death was a reality that only his body denied. Some drank to get rid of the pain. Some drank to forget. He drank to care less. Apathy was bliss for him. Not caring gave him the freedom to do what was necessary to survive. Not caring meant flexibility.
Still, he wondered what sick twist of fate would allow a loved one such a cruel demise. Cora was the first person of pure innocence he ever met. She was pure of heart even as a mandalorian. He remembered the girl he saw in the club on Coruscant. Those blue eyes burned through him even though his face was hidden. Her face was pure beauty.
Another gulp of grog and spice slowly washed the sentiment away. A slow haze began to creep into the corners of his vision as he began to overcome his tolerance. His mind however didn’t give in like his body. He could still calculate the world around him. Now he was left to his thoughts. This planet felt like disappointment. It was a gem covered in oil, or rather it was oil made to look like a gem. There was little more than grime here. Specifically, someone gave him a bad contract and didn’t bother to read the fine print. A greedy crime lord expected him to die while fulfilling the contract. He didn’t know Fuil too well. Fuil had a tendency to survive. He had come to Nar Shaddaa to fulfil the contract in whole. If he was lied to, he held the right to come back and kill the proprietor. His target in hiding, Fuil bided his time. He would find him soon.
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Dec 18, 2012 18:41:54 GMT -5
Post by Othorious on Dec 18, 2012 18:41:54 GMT -5
Doviculous nodded to Honog as the Noghri approached, "The time to move is now. I've received local intelligence that the prey we seek reside in the back rooms of this Club." He told Honog with a hushed voice, rather wanting no one else near to overhear this conversation. "We'll need the circle around the bar, perhaps even come in from two different angles and infiltrate the back. If you find any hostiles, try to incapacitate some of them. But I want no civilian witnesses, leave none of them alive. Before long this place will become a blood bath." He then nonchalantly rose from his seat and began to walk towards the club's entrance before mingling in with a crowd that was circled around a pazaak table, using them as cover to get close to his destination.
Once out of the crowd, his eye caught a glimpse of the Mandolorian that had executed that thug only a few minutes earlier. The man was very interesting indeed, and if Doviculous' soon to be created Cult needed any dirty work to be done, that Mando could be a perfect hit-man. So Doviculous seemingly glided through the crowd like a knife through butter till he reached the man's table and slide into the set opposite from the man and clasped his hands together as he eyed him. "I saw how you handled that thug, very well done. Ruthless and without mercy. I like a man of your stature, and I thought to myself 'Why, a man as cunning and lethal as that must be looking for well paid work!' and decided to take it upon myself to provide you with such work. You see, I'm looking for hit-man who can handle dirty jobs and earn well paid rewards. Of course the jobs I have in mind won't be immediate." He said as he rapped his fingers against eachother.
"All I require is a way to contact you whenever I require use of you and you'll receive a forwarding of 2,000 Credits just for that generous bit of information. It will be needed so that if I require your services I can call upon you, simple as that. What do you say? You looking for an easy way to earn yourself some profit?" He said calmly as he patiently awaited the man's response. He prayed for it to be swift and accepting, he had other pushing matter besides this, but it wasn't hurtful to look for any other assets in his conquests.
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Post by Foxfire on Dec 22, 2012 22:57:15 GMT -5
Honog nodded his agreement and when Dov left he moved back into the shadows and exited by the way they came in. He moved down the alleyways toward the back of the building. As he neared the corner of the back he slowed as he heard voices. Three large figures were standing by the back door. Honog duck down and gently reached out in the force. One of the guards had a blaster loose in it's holster turning it gently he aimed it at one furtherest away.
The trigger was easy to squeese off but the effort and silence needed made his eye twitch with anger. A sound bang rang out as the bolt leapt from the blaster and hit the being in the left leg behind the knee. It dropped and drew it's own. The following firefight left all three dead and when others came to see what happened they only saw the three dead and thought nothing more. Honog moved toward the door as the new shadow turned to reenter the building. Slipping in behind the being Honog wrapped a force tendril around the beings throat to silence the scream and then with a stava strike severed it's spine.
Taking the body inside Honog hid it in a supply closet and slowly made his way toward the room Dov had spoken about. With in utter silence he moved neither a sound in the now nor in the force. A saber in his left hand and his claws flexing on his right his blood thirst was just starting. Also the body count was just starting to climb.
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Post by Grumpy Panda on Dec 27, 2012 16:25:31 GMT -5
The mandalorian sat eating as a figure approached him, likely a man given his rough physique. He listened to him go on in language that sounded like a salesperson. Someone was always trying to drive a bargain for a profit. This was likely no different. Someone always wanted something from you.
Fuil sat in silence for a minute after the man spoke eating his food and taking a drink. He pulled a communication pad from a satchel beside him and slid it across the table. He took another long drink before speaking.
“Don’t patronize me. I need locations and details. Women are negotiable. Children are out of the picture.” He swallowed more food before speaking a bit more. “Mandalorians seem to be in demand. Make it worth my while.”
Fuil went back to silence as a server came by to refill his drink and dish. He gave her a small tip which she took and ran off. Maybe it was generosity. Maybe it was humour.
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