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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Feb 10, 2010 0:45:51 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Feb 10, 2010 0:45:51 GMT -5
((OOC: No prob. I'll post Cirith in now. For Cirith this story takes place after his run in with Shard (Karl) in Gathering of Evil Kings on Farrfin.))
In the space above Tatooine.....
A silver and scarlet vessel drops out of hyperspace and back into normal space. The vessel was a Reverent Blockade Runner class ship dubbed The Scarlet Sabre by it's Captain, a Mandalorian by the name of Cirith An'Gol. The ship's nose tilted down towards the bright gold planet, making the nose glow with the heat of re-entry. Inside.... Cirith worked the controls expertly as the ship punched through the planet's atmospheric layers and finally into Tatooine's Troposphere. Cirith uploaded the list of Bounties he'd tagged back on Nar Shadda and looked them over again once he'd nestled the ship into a open hangar. He grabbed his weapons of choice which included two Westar-28 Blaster Pistols strapped to his thighs, two reverse grip Vibroswords, and a large gun, slightly smaller than a light repeating blaster, called an SD-15 Blaster Rifle. He left the SD-15 sitting propped up against the large storage locker in the bridge and slapped a button to open the ramp.
The ramp decended quietly and Cirith made his way down. On his way out he opened a panel and set the ships security systems. Once he was far enough away he brought up the vessel's sheilds and closed the forward loading ramp with his slave remote. Almost instantly a Czerka Guard was on him and demanding a docking fee that amounted to the sum of 150 credits. Cirith just looked at the man through his red visor, crossed his arms, and waited for the man to get his unspoken hint. The hint that said get out of my way now or I'll blast you into space dust. Apparently the man was of the less than intelligent sort because he just stood there defiantly. I can't believe I'm actually going to be getting into trouble 2 minutes into landing on this rock Cirith thought as he tried to push past the stubborn guard and get to the gates that led to town. The guard however, manuevered in front of him again and stuck his nose in the air as he said "Now, I don't care who or what you are. No one gets into Mos Eisley free through a Czerka hangar! The docking fee is one hundred fifty credits! Pay up or find another planet to land on".
Cirith laughed his deep voice enhanced by the audio receivers in his helmet and transferring the sound "Ori'buyce, kih'kovid. That's funny b'cause I heard the rates were fifty credits". ((OOC:Ori'buyce, kih'kovid literally means "all helmet, no head")) The man jutted his chin and grabbed hold of his shock stick threateningly. Cirith noticed and simply rested his hands on his hips, dangerously close to his Westars. Another silent threat for the man to back down. Cirith didn't want trouble this early on but, the man was being rediculous and charging an exorbrant price for the simple service of landing a ship and refueling it. Cheating, if done smartly, was a smart thing to do sometimes but, cheating a Mandalorian and being caught at it, wasn't. Besides...Cirith was Mandalorian, they almost worshipped battle and the glory it brought, whether that be glory in victory or defeat. It didn't matter so long as it was remembered. So, he really didn't mind a fight but, this fight was useless. No one would remember this confrontation other than the Jawa, and most of them were terrified of everything except the machines they salvaged.
Cirith took out fifty credits and handed them to the man "There. That's what I owe you and your company. Bother me again and you'll regret it". Cirith force pushed the man roughly out of the way, sending him sprawling on the hot sand about three feet away. "Di'kutla arruetti" Cirith said gruffly with a shake of his head as he walked through the gates and into the city. ((OOC: In this context di'kutla arruetti means literally "stupid outsider")).
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Feb 13, 2010 17:28:56 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Feb 13, 2010 17:28:56 GMT -5
Hsi quickly tightened the last nut that sealed the plating down, covering the unit, then slid off of the spider droid, tossing the recovered hydrospanner over and onto his workbench. He promptly moved passed the work-bench and to his private quarters. He stopped for a moment, considering working on some weapons he owed to a different Hutt. But Hsi was not in the mood to work on -basic- weapons. Axes, blasters, these things bored him, and he was already bitter enough. So he continued on, sleep taking hold of his conscious.
He moved around the corner and to the back of the shop, where a door lay. He walked up a series of step ladders to reach a control in the wall, and pressed a key-code, activating maximum security measures ( alarms and counter-attack measures in case alarm were to go off. ) Then he hopped off, moving forward and walking to the door. It opened up as he moved by, allowing access, and then closed behind him.
He was now in his own bed-chambers. It was a small room with a low ceiling. Hsi didn't really care much, he didn't ask for much in his life. There was a kitchen area to the left, and on the right a bed. In the center, a large table with a series of blue-prints on top of them. Hsi went for the bed on the right, hopping on to the comfortable sheets and throwing soft, red blankets over himself. He didn't remove his robe, preferring to restwith it on.
And in the back of his mind, all he could do was think about how much he hated that Hutt. And wonder who he'd have to work with...And wait.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Mar 11, 2010 23:19:02 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Mar 11, 2010 23:19:02 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry for the wait I couldn't decide on what should happen next, lol.))
Rogarr paused a moment his keen hearing picking up a slight "umph" as someone hit the ground inside a hangar. A moment later the hangar doors parted to admit a heavily armored and armed Mandalorian. The sight of the Mando's armor sent a ripple of fear up Rogarr's spine. A blood red hand print was smeared across the face of the all concealing helmet, a red visor cut in the shape of a T adorned the center of the helmet, and the chest plates looked as if someone had grabbed ahold of him with bloody hands and then slid down his armor as they died, completeing the intimidating look. The main color of the armor coal grey, highlighted only by the red gauntlets and boots. He looked like someone best left alone and Rogarr's instinct told him to look away. However, Rogarr almost never listened to his instincts.
The Mandalorian noticed him, if the slight tilt of his helmet was any indication, but didn't slow. "You got something for me or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor?" the Mandalorian said his voice deep and husky. Rogarr promptly shut his mouth upon realizing that it'd been open "My apologes. I didn't mean to stare. By chance are here looking for work?" The Mandalorian placed his hands on his blaster pistols and said "Well I certainly didn't come for the view." The Amaran's ears fell and his eyes slipped to the side in a manner that said what he felt, an idiot. His ears perked up again as he looked up into the red visor "Well I just came from a Hutt's palace from across the Dune Sea. He's looking for people to put a crew together for a Bounty. You might try there if you don't find anything else." "Thanks. I'll check it out if I have time" Unknown to Rogarr the Mandalorian's name was Cirith An'Gol. Also unknown to Rogarr was that Cirith didn't have anything else to do but, he had an visage to uphold, and so walked in the direction of a nearby Hunting Lodge.
Rogarr watched the Mandalorian go and shook his head. He had a feeling that they would meet again. He also had a feeling that, that particular Mandalorian wasn't as bad as he wanted everyone to believe. A few seconds later Rogarr resumed his trek to The Rusty Krayyt bar to pick up local news and await the runner the Hutt would inevitably send.
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Cirith shook his head, he wouldn't admit it out loud to anyone but, the Amaran he'd crossed not five minutes ago reminded him of his friend Tor Otani. He couldn't help but take an immediate liking to the small fox-like alien. He went into the only Hunting Lodge in the city and after talking with the owner, a middle aged Zabrak, he'd learned that the Hutt was the one to go to when it came to any type of job. The slug practically owned the city of Mos Eisley. It didn't really suprise Cirith but, he'd hoped that he could take a job with some other species besides the Hutts. No one in Mos Eisley could afford or even needed the skills he had though. After a visit to the Swoop registration to see if anyone there needed his skills, Cirith headed back to his ship and prepared to fly over to the Hutt's palace.
It only took a few minutes for Cirith to fly over to the Palace. This time Cirith did grab his large SD-15 rifle before decending the forward ramp. The guards shifted nervously as they awaited word from their boss on whether to admit him or not. After a few minutes a third guard cracked open the huge doors and waved the Mandalorian inside. A few minutes later he was in the slug's throne room, fully armed. It was amazing how quickly the guards reconsidered disarming him after he placed a vibroblade against their necks.
"Soo, you are the Mando'a my guards have told me about" the fat slug boomed. When Cirith didn't responde the slug cackled "I like you Mando, you are silent, respectful. You know who wields the power here." "Get to the point highness" Cirith said in a coldly calm tone. "I like you Mando but do not make the mistake of challenging me. You are going to help track down a bounty for me. I am putting a crew together as we speak, and in need of a ship. Needless to say, you will be a part of that crew, whether you wish it or not, and you will perform this mission. I will send a runner to you when I have formed together enough hunters. Leave my palace now, but remain on Tattooine, and take this with you...It will track your movements that my servants will be able to fetch you when we need to. Now goh!" the Hutt pointed to the door as a Devaronian handed him a metal tracking device with a blinking red light for its center.
Cirith didn't miss the fact that the Hutt hadn't mentioned the ship again "I suppose you want to use my ship?" "Ooooh, this one is smart. OFCOURSE I WILL BE USING YOUR SHIP YOU PATHETIC MEATSACK!! NOW GO BEFORE I HAVE YOU DESINTEGRATED!!!" the Hutt exploded "I HAVE TOLERATED YOUR DISRESPECT THUS FAR BUT I WILL NOT DO SO AGAIN!" Cirith simply rested his hands on his large SD-15 rifle and said calmly "If you want to use my ship it will cost you ten thousand." The Hutt stared at him for a moment before emitting a booming laugh "He thinks he is funny. Guards teach him some manners" the Hutt's yellow orbs narrowed "I am the only one that tells who gets what Mandalorian scum!"
A moment later two Gammoreans hefted their Battle Axes, while two other guards, a Nikto and a Rodian moved in from behind.
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Mar 18, 2010 15:16:09 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Mar 18, 2010 15:16:09 GMT -5
"Three hundred credits." Hsi said to the man from behind his sales stand, standing, not sitting, standing on the bench just to see over his own counter. He was just outside of his shop, where had a short stand set-up complete with shade and fans, where he spent most of his days selling junk-equipment he made. Right now, he was selling a data-pad to a Tavern-owner. It wasn't just any data-pad either, it was very small, compact, had several safety features, and could hold more information than any average data-pad, as well as hold holo-images or holo-vids on it. Useful if he had a holo-projector, where he could project holo-vids he'd saved on the data-pad for the entertainment of his guests.
"250. That's all I have right now."
"300 hundred credits or no deal." Hsi said, unmoving, his arms across his shoulders, his feet placed defiantly. He couldn't afford to be dropping credits. He owed dues, and he needed to make his profit. As it is, with the mission's pay he'd barely be scraping by.
"How about we run a tab, I'll pay 250 credits now, and bring you 50 more later," His Bith client offered.
"No." Hsi said, getting rather annoyed, "I don't trust a tab. If you forget to pay, then I have to track you down and kill you, and fifty credits just isn't worth the tracking fee. How about I hold this for an extra ten credits, and you come back later?"
"I'm an honest man!" The Bith plead, "I will pay you! I swear it! I need the data-pad as soon as possible. I could get the extra fifty within the week! I swear it!"
Hsi sighed and shook his head, "Its the ethics of my business, Bith." He shot back, "I bend even a little for you, and people get jealous, word gets around. Spare me the bull-shit about not telling anyone, Word always gets around. Come back on the weekend when you have the money. I won't be here, but one of my droids will. Don't send anyone else, I'll tell him to only deal with you."
The Bith gave a frustrated gasp and submitted.
Hsi smirked. Sale, no haggling."Three hundred credits." Hsi said to the man from behind his sales stand, standing, not sitting, standing on the bench just to see over his own counter. He was just outside of his shop, where had a short stand set-up complete with shade and fans, where he spent most of his days selling junk-equipment he made. Right now, he was selling a data-pad to a Tavern-owner. It wasn't just any data-pad either, it was very small, compact, had several safety features, and could hold more information than any average data-pad, as well as hold holo-images or holo-vids on it. Useful if he had a holo-projector, where he could project holo-vids he'd saved on the data-pad for the entertainment of his guests.
"250. That's all I have right now."
"300 hundred credits or no deal." Hsi said, unmoving, his arms across his shoulders, his feet placed defiantly. He couldn't afford to be dropping credits. He owed dues, and he needed to make his profit. As it is, with the mission's pay he'd barely be scraping by.
"How about we run a tab, I'll pay 250 credits now, and bring you 50 more later," His Bith client offered.
"No." Hsi said, getting rather annoyed, "I don't trust a tab. If you forget to pay, then I have to track you down and kill you, and fifty credits just isn't worth the tracking fee. How about I hold this for an extra ten credits, and you come back later?"
"I'm an honest man!" The Bith plead, "I will pay you! I swear it! I need the data-pad as soon as possible. I could get the extra fifty within the week! I swear it!"
Hsi sighed and shook his head, "Its the ethics of my business, Bith." He shot back, "I bend even a little for you, and people get jealous, word gets around. Spare me the bull-shit about not telling anyone, Word always gets around. Come back on the weekend when you have the money. I won't be here, but one of my droids will. Don't send anyone else, I'll tell him to only deal with you."
The Bith gave a frustrated gasp and submitted.
Hsi smirked. Sale, no haggling.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Mar 22, 2010 17:51:28 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Mar 22, 2010 17:51:28 GMT -5
Cirith smiled beneath the helmet as he watched the two Gammoreans stalk in cautiously. He fingered the back of his belt and rolled a single item into his hand. He kept his other hand on the large SD-15 rifle, the weapon perfectly balanced as it hung on a strap across his shoulder. The Rodian charged in first firing wildly, two shots rang home absorbed by Cirith's armor shielding. Just as the sheilds drained to half power, he rolled the item out and dropped it to the floor. The two Gammoreans attacked at the same time their axe arms raised for a horizontal cut that should have taken his head off. Their in sinc attack missed though, for the Mandalorian had ducked and rolled to their left a second before.
A moment later the Flash Grenade went off, throwing the wild Rodian to floor and blinding him and his partners. Cirith rose and turned, powering up the SD-15 and firing a charged shot at the closest Gammorean's knee. The shot hit home as the Gammorean stumbled, temporarily blinded by the Flash Grenade, and the poor pig's knee cap exploded, toppling the huge Axe-man. Cirith still had the Nikto to worry about though. The Nikto had been the smartest of the group and had held back but, even the presence of the Flash Grenade had suprised him, he'd managed to get his eyes halfway closed before the explosive went off. The Nikto was seeing double and the pot shots he was taking revealed as much. The Nikto shot three times in succession , the first laser bolt hitting the Hutt Lord's throne at the bottom and making the Hutt flench and scream a long list of obscenities, the second shot slammed against the only standing Gammorean's shoulder and the third barely missing Cirith's right arm.
The Rodian was still stunned and scrambling about searching for his weapon that was about a foot away from his feet. Cirith just laughed and walked calmly over to collect the Rodian's weapon before walking toward the Nikto. As Cirith walked over to the Nikto he paused at the Rodian's head, considering whether to kill him or just render him unconcious. Cirith's boot determined the outcome a few short seconds later. The Nikto shot two more times, both shots missing but, in Cirith's general direction.
A moment later Cirith reached the Nikto. He grabbed the gun's barrel jerked it downward toward the Nikto's feet and wrenched it out of the alien's hand. Cirith simply dropped the gun at his feet and ejected the VibroBlade hidden within his right Crushgaunt and placed it threateningly against the Nikto's neck. "You really don't want to be pissing me off slug. Another lousy attempt like that and I'll start leaving bodies for your serving droids to clean up. Now, since you want to use my ship the price is ten thousand take it or find another ship. Final offer. Take it or leave it slug breath. I won't ask again."
The Hutt Lord's eyes bulged in rage but, a glance at his strewn bodyguards forced his hand. A moment later the Hutt started laughing "Mandalorian is very good. You have impressed me, Cirith. You will hear from me soon. That I promise. For now, you will leave quietly and immediately and unhand my guard. If I get a better offer on a ship we shall use that one but, if not, then we will use yours and I will permit your ten thousand fee. Now...begone from my sight!"
Cirith nodded "Wise choice highness" with that the Mandalorian threw down the Nikto's gun and shoved the alien forward roughly "Pleasure doing buisness with you." A few minutes later Cirith was walking up the loading ramp and into the Scarlet Sabre's cockpit. Once he was in the air and on his way back to Mos Eisley, he shook his head and muttered to himself "Outsiders should never mess with Mandalorians" before a soft chuckle escaped his throat.
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Mar 24, 2010 16:26:39 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Mar 24, 2010 16:26:39 GMT -5
( Jauran Keyas: Mandalorians? Where? All I see is a mercenary in big-boy's armor. XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD lol, sorry, just had to. )
Hsi sniffed the air roughly, smelling moisture in the air. It was a rare thing, here on Tatooine, yet here he could smell it. Where from though? He turned away from his stand, pointing to his two security droids to take positions. The moment he stepped away, two short droids came out from hidden positions. Thye were essentially a chassis with wheels, a communications piece, and two blasters on the top of them set to stun. Hsi preferred to capture thieves alive.
Moving around the corner, his jaw nearly dropped as he saw what he was looking for. There was a vehicle in the streets that had crashed, and the water was spraying out in great spouts into the air, Hsi began to grumble. That wasn't just -any- water supply. That was his -private- water supply. He'd ordered a tank weeks ago for his own private reserve. Generally, he needed more water than was permitted here on Tatooine for the average business because he'd often need to use it to clean the shops, mix it with compounds and dissolve the various grease, oil and other stains that inevitably found every nook and cranny of his shop.
Not to mention that an extra tank of drinking water was never unwelcome here on Tatooine.
None of this was good for Hsi. He'd either have to go without this tank of water, which would mean his shop would run slower, or he'd have to buy another. At this point, if he bought another, he'd have to get another bounty, fast, to pay that off. Hsi wasn't liking his current financial decline one bit. He was a brilliant droid-master and weaponsmaker, but nobody around here could afford his prices and he hated making simple things, so he didn't have very many valuable customers. Occaisionally, he'd get a Mandalorian Mercenary or some rich investor looking for a custom security droid of some sort, but otherwise things were getting harder and harder from him, and this was the last thing he needed.
"Quick!" He ordered into the shop, "Get my plasma torch, gloves and four by four sheet of pli steel!"
Immediately a few little maintenance droids began scrambling around. First came the plasma torch, then the sheet of steel. "Ladder!" Hsi ordered, rushing toward the truck. He hobbled over to the leak on the back, and placed the sheet of medal down, then lifted his plasma torch and set it to melding head. A few moments later, his little droids were pushing a ladder on wheels through the sand. Without wasting any time, Hsi helped them push the ladder and grabbed the sheet of pliable steel and plasma torch.
Firs tthings first, Hsi used every ounce of strength to bend the metal to the curves of the tank and the hole, then he pressed it up against the side of the tanker roughly, having to fight against the water pressure. He put on some gloves, and reached up, applying the plasma torch around seams where the sheet of steel and tank met, melding the sheet of pli-steel to the tank's edges. It was actually a pretty quick operation, but Hsi decided to do a twice-over, remelding the seams to make sure that the steel sheet remained on the large hole in the tanker. When he was finished, he turned the plasma torch off, and tossed his equipment down into the sand. The droids immediately gathered it and started back for the shop.
He sat down on the top step of the ladder and looked down, "Can't you drive?" He asked the person who had driven the tanker, who was by now watching him.
"Some kids ran in front of the truck." he said sheepishly, "I'd rather not kill them."
Hsi scoffed, agreeing with him but keeping a scolding look on him, slowly stepping down the ladder, "I'll open a door. You can drive the tanker into the shop and fill the water container in the back-room; if any droids or kids get in the way in there, don't be afraid to squash 'em. Can't let you destroy my client's stuff of my work equipment."
( XD, I felt like doing something emergency-like and engineer-like. Do you want to time-skip to when the Hutt decides its time to work? )
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Mar 24, 2010 20:27:35 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Mar 24, 2010 20:27:35 GMT -5
((OOC: Yeah, you might as well time jump it 'cause I'm fast running out of ideas XD. What are we going to do anyway? The Hutt has a specific target for us right?))
Rogarr sat in the Rusty Krayyt enjoying the live Bith and Twi'lek band, he was especially enjoyinmg watching the Twi'lek dancers, one of which had scarlet red skin and black tatoo's, another one had light blue skin and the third had the typical green skin. Rogarr was absorbed in the red Twi'lek's dance movements. Too absorbed to notice two rough individuals walk into the bar, both wearing grey vests with a black star on the back, and armed with blaster rifles and vibroswords. One of them pointed at Rogarr and the other nodded. A few seconds later they took the table of an Aqualesh, an Ithorian and their Rodian friend, that was directly across the room from Rogarr. The Amaran didn't even notice, he just watched the red Twi'lek's lekku, torso, hips and finally her legs as she went through an energetic and complex dance routine. The Twi'lek dancer in question noticed and smiled, bowing backwards and giving Rogarr a wink before blowing him a kiss. Rogarr snatched it out of the air and hugged it to his chest. The Twi'lek just smiled and danced.
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Cirith brought the Scarlet Sabre down slowly, like a feather touching the surface of a pond. He smiled beneath his helmet, enjoying the memory of the fight back in the Hutt's Palace. The odds were 4 to 1 and he'd still won easily. He grabbed his weapons and headed down the forward ramp, stopping at the end of the ramp to set the security system, then grabbed the slave remote from off his belt and raised the ramp, securing the ship.
He nodded to the Cerka hangar guard and the guard just grunted back rubbing his left shoulder. As he walked out the hangar he saw a crashed hovertruck with a busted water container in the back. A Jawa was feircly trying to repair the thing before too much precious water escaped the container. Cirith watched long enough to see where the truck would go from there. The truck turned into a small robotic shop nearby. Curious as to the owner of the shop Cirith walked in it's direction. When he got there he shook his head, the shop was bigger than he expected. Deciding to see what the shop contained Cirith stepped inside.
"Can you do customized datapads and droids? I'm looking for a small droid with a sheild good enough to take blaster fire, that can do high skill computer slicing and maintenance. I'm also looking for a datapad that will hold a ton of memory, allow me to slice into security networks and erase my signature when I'm done. Can you do it and how much?" Cirith said once a tender stepped up.
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Mar 25, 2010 19:10:25 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Mar 25, 2010 19:10:25 GMT -5
Hsi walked into the shop with a sigh just as the Mandalorian began to ask questions about what he could get to one of the droids, instead of the droid answering, Hsi scuttled passed him, shoved the droid aside and hopped onto a little stool behind a counter, messing around with the interface of a computer for a moment. His pudgy fingers swiped across it a few times, clicked a few buttons, then brought up a data-file. He quickly downloaded it onto a small data-pad and handed it to the Mandalorian, "Regarding your custom Droid, fill out the file; just punch in a few numbers and check a few boxes, then I can run a quick diagnostic and ring up your price. Of course, you may not be able to afford it...I know mercenary when I see one, and only the truly successful ones have a salary good enough."
"As for the data-pad, I have a few here. I'll need to make a few modifications to it, though. The data-pad itself will only be about four hundred credits, it holds a lot more information than the average data-pad, and can be synched with any interface through a cable so you can quickly slice a terminal or door...now, realize that its not magical and its ability to slice is based on your ability to comprehend. So pay attention because I'm only going to go over this once, I can give you basic software that can invade security and destroy fire-walls, but that's about it. I'm not a slicer myself, but what I can do is upgrade the data-pads processing speeds so it can respond, hopefully, faster than whatever your hacking or slicing. The viral software will cost you about 300 extra credits, its not cheap to acquire," unless you pick it off some unfortunate slicer's corpse, which he had, "And the processor upgrades will cost five hundred. All in all your looking at about 1200 credits."
( If you want the droid custom-made, I believe you'll have to actually apply in the Droids section, or just give me a rough-description of what you want it to look like/do, and I'll price it and sell it to you. )
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"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Mar 27, 2010 17:49:02 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Mar 27, 2010 17:49:02 GMT -5
Cirith listened as the Jawa explained about the capabilities of his devices and himself. His mind latched onto the total sum for the upgraded datapad: 700 credits. It was a pretty penny to charge but, then again it would be worth it, if he ever had to track a bounty again. Then the little Jawa went on to ask about the type of droid Cirith wanted, and explained that the procesor upgrades alone would cost 1200 credits. The Mandalorian shook his head and cursed in Mando'a, he had the credits but, it would definetly put a dent into his pocket.
Which means he would need this job even more. He secretly hoped that there was plenty of action along the way, so he could loot the corpses. "Allright little one, you've got yourself a deal. Here's the plans for the droid, I've drawn them all up and wrote the specifications on the flimsi" Cirith said reaching around to the back of his belt and grabbing the sheets of flimsi that were stored there.
On the Flimsiplast were specifications. A HUD link and remote control, translater program, a shield generator, a stealth field generator, audio receptor, a sonic imprint sensor, a basic speaker unit and some tool arms for opening security locks that came out of the under belly casing, repair tools, and light defensive armament. Programs that he wanted installed like hacking/slicing systems, a basic scanner, focusing lens for the central audio and video camera, a backup comm unit, locator beacon and hover jets that could manuever the droid atleast thirty feet in the air. On a second sheet of Flimsi were the drawings, the droid would be about four feet in length in an ovalular shape, and three feet wide and about a foot and half tall.
((OOC: Looks like a large hovering Pit Droid's head with a smoother surface and an inset camera.))
"Think you can do it?" Cirith said putting his hands on his hips. He hoped that the little Jawa was up to the task, because if not then he would have to go to Nar Shaddaa, and that would cost even more, Cirith was sure. A second option was trying to find Tor Otani but, Cirith doubted whether he'd be able to find his old friend...it was a big galaxy.
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Mar 31, 2010 18:43:15 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Mar 31, 2010 18:43:15 GMT -5
"No hover jets." Hsi said, immediately, "Can't figure the damn things out, and always explode in my face." If it was one area of engineering he absolutely hated, it was jets or rocket engines or anything of the sort! If you did something wrong with the smaller ones, they tended to send explosive amounts of Soot into your face.
"But the rest should be able to be done..." Hsi mumbled, wondering if he had the proper materials, he did one last review of it, thinking of the best material. It didn't have to be particularly durable because of the shield, so he could make it lighter and faster. But still, it really depended on which materials he used to make the cost;
"I can make the droid, but the cost depends on how well made you want it. I can use cheap materials or expensive. Ranging anywhere from 12,000 cheap to 20,000 expensive."
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Apr 2, 2010 16:25:23 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Apr 2, 2010 16:25:23 GMT -5
Cirith rubbed his helmet's chin reflexively as he considered the costs. He knew what he wanted, and he knew he could afford it, the only problem was that it would put a considerable dent in his pocket. After a few minutes Cirith finally thought of something "What if I could get you Beskar for the building materials? If you can build the droid and I can get ahold of some Beskar I'll pay you whatever your labor will cost. Deal?"
Cirith knew that he could obtain Beskar back on Dxun, he could probably get ahold of raw Beskar if need be. Dxun was his homeworld after all.
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Rogarr sat in the Rusty Krayyt smiling gleefully as the Twi'lek dancer walked off the stage and began performing in the middle of the audience, slowly making her way to the Amaran. A few minutes of snapping her fingers and she had the audience clapping alond with the beat of the Bith's song. She twirled about gracefully and then leapt into the air, to land a few feet away with a Ballerina's grace. Rogarr noted with amusement that, the dancer's movements were more for showing off and avoiding the grasping hands of the audience.
Before Rogarr knew it, the dancer was standing before him and batting her eyelashes at him. Rogarr stood up and invited her to sit with him with a gesture, moving aside so she could slide in. To his suprise the Lethan Twi'lek accepted his invitation and glided into the booth, before grabbing him and setting him on her lap. Rogarr was only 5 foot 9, whereas the Twi'lek was an impressive 6 foot 4. The fox-like alien looked like a red and orange teddy bear as the Twi'lek cuddled him against her shapely chest.
Rogarr absolutely melted in her grasp, which she thought was absolutely adorable according to her light giggles. The crowd ate it up, more than half of the patrons shouting for her to join them. Rogarr sighed as he blushed deeply beneath his orange fur thinking that this was probably as close to heaven as anyone ever got, as she ruffled the fur on his head and playfully flicked his red ears.
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{ Lasky }
Tal's Half-Vampy Slave: Complete With Buckled Boots
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Apr 14, 2010 2:51:19 GMT -5
Post by { Lasky } on Apr 14, 2010 2:51:19 GMT -5
Character: T46 Location: Hutt's Palace
"Freeze chubba-face!"
Sebda the Hutt's eyes widened with rage as the Twi'lek -one of his own men, no less- trained a weapon on him. The giant slug roared in a language nearly as grotesque as he himself:
"You! You dare to betray me?! I'll have your head for this!"
Tee-Forty-Six smirked; or rather, the holo-projection superimposed over his body did so. He took another step forward, taking note of how the Hutt's bulbous mass twitched in fear as he did so. Taking the form of one of Sebda's most trusted body-guards was really getting to him. Or perhaps this particular lackey had a pension for brutality? Either way, more fun for me the droid calculated evilly. The Hutt would be giving into paranoia by now, wondering who else on his payroll had "betrayed" him.
"I very much doubt that," T46 replied, springing through the air with unnatural fluidity and landing back down on the Hutt's hoversled. He prodded the creature in the cheek with the firearm. "You'd need a laser-saw for that." Sebda gazed at his attacker from the corner of his eye, the look of confusion encompassing his features. "Ah, right now you're saying to yourself: But what could he possibly mean? Glad you asked, I'll show you."
Leaning back, the renegade deactivated his advanced hologram projectors and revealed his true form. "Ta-da!" he declared with open arms. Sebda blinked. "You're... a droid?!" he barked. Tee-Forty-Six gave him a thumbs up. "And Bob's your uncle! Pretty cool, huh?"
"But, but I thought, I mean..." the Hutt stammered. "Yeah well, you know what they say." T46 interrupted. "Never send a Wet to do a Mech's job. Oh wait. I came up with that." With the droid seemingly distracted and gesturing wildly with weapon in hand, the nervous Hutt drew a holdout blaster (from please-don't-tell-me where) and pulled off a single shot.
Forty-Six simply backflipped away, the stray bolt spattering harmlessly against the wall. "Amazing," the droid mused. Sebda stared in disbelief. It was point-blank range, he should've hit him. But he hadn't. And that scared him. But ambitious crimelords tend to just get violent when they get scared. He squeezed off three more shots.
Zzapp, zzapp, zzapp!
"That's an impressive aim." T46 taunted. "And an impressive blaster," he noted on a more honest note. It had been modified heavily, taking into account the size of the Hutt's chubby digits. "Must've cost more than a few credits, eh?"
"Is that what you want? Credits?" Sebda demanded. The droid's optic lens took on a faint yellow glow, a color designated for expressions of a more mischievous nature. "Oh, I usually do this sort of thing more for the entertainment value. I get bored easily." Tee-Forty-Six said, as if that was explanation enough for sneaking into a Hutt's palace, rendering the guards unconscious, and masquerading as a trusted bodyguard.
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Apr 25, 2010 0:14:42 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Apr 25, 2010 0:14:42 GMT -5
"Deal." Hsi replied, then he reached around and grabbed a small, pen-like object. He brought it up to the data-pad and put a signature on it. "Sign here..." Hsi replied.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Apr 27, 2010 22:35:18 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Apr 27, 2010 22:35:18 GMT -5
Cirith smiled beneath his buy'ce as the little Jawa accepted the deal, and told him to sign on the datapad. The dark grey and red clad Mandalorian reached out taking the pen from the Jawa, and after reading the document on the 'pad, you never could be too careful, signed where he was instructed. "Vor'e Thanks. I'll be back when I learn how soon I can get you your Beskar" Cirith nodded to the little fellow and left, heading for the Cantina nearby called The Rusty Krayyt, upon noticing the noise coming from the establishment.
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Rogarr sighed as the Lethan Twi'lek's perfume consumed his senses, slowly lulling him into a comfortable sleep. Unknown to the drugged Amaran, the red Twi'lek gently guided her hand down to his coin pouch, though to Rogarr it felt like she was groping him. Suddenly the Twi'lek was yanked away roughly and a hard, sharp pain replaced the relaxing feeling in his head. Rogarr's vision swam but, he managed to recognixe the glowing red visor of the Mandalorian he'd met before at the hangar station.
"Huh?!...Wat? Wat'd youd oo that fer?" Rogarr said sluggishly as the drugged perfume numbed his tongue.
"She was going to rob you or'dinii" the Mandalorian said frankly as he crossed his arms and looked at the Amaran with a sideways look.
Rogarr tried to sit up but, found he couldn't and his eyes widened in suprise and then a second later narrowed with dissapointment "I thot shhee enjouyed my sharm and cute luuks" he said honestly after a moment.
The Mandalorian just shook his head and said "You may not be the smartest fox around but, you've got to have some skill besides falling for the wrong women. The Hutt's offered me a job, you're looking at your new Captain." Then he tossed something on the table. Rogarr recognized it as the locator beacon the Hutt had given him and the Jawa.
"Jusst gweat"
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May 8, 2010 17:10:37 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on May 8, 2010 17:10:37 GMT -5
A few minutes later, Hsi walked into the Rusty Krayyt. His eyes darted around to the many shifty characters in the bar, some of them in a drunken stupor. Finally, he zoned in on the Amaran. He smirked, he remembered that one from the Hutt's palace. He looked between him and the Mandalorian, interesting, and saw the beacon. Must be his new mates. He strode over, reaching the two and plopping his own beacon down in front of them.
Crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, "The drunk and the brute, what a common tale." He said in a fast paced Jawaese. Finally, he spoke in basic, his tongue flapping faster than the sound could escape his mouth, and his simple, "So you're the two goons the blubber-snail sent to help with the bounty." became more of a "Syourthe tugoo the blubsnasenhel the bounty."
After that, he grabbed his locator and hopped up onto a seat, tapping impatient fingers against the top of the table.
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Jun 13, 2010 15:03:00 GMT -5
Post by { Lasky } on Jun 13, 2010 15:03:00 GMT -5
Character: T-46 Loc: Rusty Krayyt (Cantina)
T-46 walked up to the entrance of the Rusty Krayyt, a definite swagger to his steps. His optic sensor peered up at the small pair of swinging doors suspended a meter from the sun-baked dirt of Tatooine. The droid shifted his armor plating, his chassis lengthening to give him his full height, which was all of five feet. He shoved through the doors dramatically, catching the particular interest of the bouncer standing guard at the back of the cantina. The Trandoshan's yellow eyes narrowed as he moved in to block the droid's path. "Whadda you lookin' at lizard-lips?" Forty-Six practically snorted.
The bouncer placed a clawed hand on his blaster but got no further as an armored foot collided with his shin. The lizard hobbled backwards and to the left, using the wall for support, hissing expletives the whole way. The renegade saboteur strode forward, completely ignoring the ion blaster the Trando had shoved in his face, the poor guy never got the chance to use it anyway. T-46 kicked the bouncer's other shin this time, dropping the lizard to the floor. He stepped over the scaly mass and then stopped a moment later to look over his shoulder. The droid made a noise that sounded an awful lot like a long, drawn out sigh. "Here ya go mate," he said, tucking a fistful of credits into the man's pouch. "You've earned it."
The little rascal didn't need the credits anyway. The Hutt Sebda had offered him a very nice sum of creds in exchange for his life. The slug had also let slip about a well paying bounty he was assembling hunters for, offering the droid a spot on the team as a way to keep him "entertained". It sounded fun. T-46 had agreed, leaving the Hutt and his palace in one piece, setting off across the desert with a beacon that would lead him to this team of bounty hunters Sebda had hired.
T-46 followed his beacon over to a table with an Amaran, a Mandalorian, and surprisingly enough what appeared to be a Jawa. This was going to be great fun.
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"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Jun 15, 2010 17:18:32 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Jun 15, 2010 17:18:32 GMT -5
Cirith looked over about the same time Rogarr's ears perked up as they detected someone's approach. Ofcourse from the way the individuals footsteps clanked on the floor he was rather hard to miss, if you were tracking him by sound alone. On the other hand, if you were looking for someone tall, you'd miss him completely as he stood only about 5 feet tall. "A droid?" Cirith quipped momentarily confused, droids weren't normally permitted in establishments like this on Tatooine as far as he knew. Then it hit him Oh, this droid must be the messenger Sebda spoke of.
Cirith waited a moment for the little droid to make it's way over to their table and join them. The Amaran, quite humorously, tried and failed to sit up in his seat as the droid walked over. Cirith simply shook his head and looked down at the droid. Doing a quick scan with his visor he noted the little droid had been modified with a number of things not belonging to a droid of its model. "So, you're the fourth member of this group I take it?" Cirith said crossing his arms and looking the droid over again. A funny Jawa, a drugged Fox alien and a droid. This is the wierdest group I've ever been with Cirith thought as he scooted the drugged Amaran over and sat down in the booth.
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Jun 16, 2010 18:09:44 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jun 16, 2010 18:09:44 GMT -5
Hsi laughed lowly for a moment, looking between the droid, the Amaran, himself, and Cirith. He wasn't laughing at how ridiculous this little group was, nor was he underestimating any of his fellows. Its just that, of all of the bounty hunters assembled, he hadn't expected that Cirith would be the odd one out. Hsi then turned his focus on the newcomer, leaning in and examining the droid. A useful little thing. A number of upstanding and good quality improvements. It may not look like much, but this droid could pack a punch. Hsi leaned in and asked, "Who made you, or at least, who modefied you from your original models?"
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Tal's Half-Vampy Slave: Complete With Buckled Boots
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Jun 16, 2010 20:21:39 GMT -5
Post by { Lasky } on Jun 16, 2010 20:21:39 GMT -5
Character: T-46 Loc: Rusty Krayyt (Cantina)
T46 set his scanners to work, analyzing every square centimeter of the three beings before him. He found quite a few weapons, including a few his subroutines hadn't predicted. The little saboteur ignored the Jawa's question and instead tilted his head to the side, crossing his arms and leaning forward conspiratorially. "You're holding out on me, pal." it voiced in Jawese. TAG, as he was known to some, let out a very convincing giggle, shaking at the shoulders like any organic would. Knowing it had drawn a look of confusion from the Jawa, the droid pointed to the customized rocket launcher, hidden beneath the alien's brown cloak. Using his highly advanced hologram projectors, T46 took the form of a Jawa, lowering himself back down to his more normal height of three feet. "I hope you've got extra ammunition for that, because you simply must share!" The droid rattled off this last sentence of Jawese rather excitedly, and those attuned to such things would realize that handing this mechanoid any sort of explosive should definitely be filed under Not A Chance In Hell.
And then TAG turned to the human, prodding him in the knee with a single, fur-covered digit. "Armor's not bad, but a Jetii'kad? Never seen a Mandalorian carry one of those..." Tee-Forty-Six held a hand under his brown hood, much like a human would hold their chin in contemplation. "Fascinating! Can I see it? Hmm? Can I? Just for a sec, I'll give it right back, I swear." The droid saluted and carried on, trying to 'reassure' the human by cheerfully uttering the words "Scout's honor!" Strangely though, even though there was no sly grin visible on the droid's current features, those within earshot would have the distinct impression that such an expression was there anyway, superimposed over the little rascal's facial area, much like the holograms that were currently there.
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"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Jun 16, 2010 23:21:56 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Jun 16, 2010 23:21:56 GMT -5
Cirith turned on the little droid when he rapped on his knee after creating a holoimage of a Jawa. He smiled proudly as the droid, T46, complimented him on his armor and exclaimed surprise when he caught sight of his mother's lightsaber. "I'm not Jedi Tag, very imaginative with your ID number by the way. I was trained by my buir in handling her weapon since I gained her skill with the Force. I know enough to be dangerous to a non-force user but nothing beyond that" Cirith explained simply in a matter of fact manner, as if such knowledge was common and of little matter to him.
The Mandalorian's gaze flicked from Tag to his lightsaber and back again as the little droid begged to see the legendary weapon. Cirith simply tilted his head in a way that would convey his seriousness in his response. "No" was all he said as he turned back and hauled the Amaran up to sit a bit straighter in the booth they shared.
"Hey! Ve careful. Thith ith my only vacket" the fox said sleepily sluggish. "She musta hit him harder with that perfume than I thought" Cirith said, not even bothering to hide the smile beneath his helmet. Cirith sighed and leaned back into the booth and waved over a waitress as he took his helmet off. Cirith had a handsome face for a Human, a nice strong military jaw, green eyes and cropped black hair with tan skin. A straight scar that began at his left eye and ran to his hairline was all that marred his visage, a mark left from when he battled other armed students in the Battle Circle back on Dxun. He'd learned the value of having a buy'ce, a helmet at that time. He ordered a drink and leaned forward, meshing his fingers together with his thumbs out.
Even though the team had only just arrived a few minutes ago, Cirith was anxious to get underway, though it would've been hard to tell because of the mask of indifference he wore on his face. "So, when's this messenger supposed to get here?"
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