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Post by Ebless Egil on Jun 19, 2006 8:22:41 GMT
Star Port
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Post by Ryash Kihzaldrin on Jun 23, 2006 23:34:05 GMT
Cashing In
The small vessel "Sargas", sped towards the planet Corusant. The Sargas looked as though it had just come out of a firefight, and it had. The pilot of the ship had annoyed a few mercenaries and was heading back, to were he knew he had a slight safe haven.
The Sargas landed in the docking bay. The pilot leaned back and stretched a bit. As he got up he grabbed his blaster pistols and put them into the holsters that hung at his thighs. As he passed to the pack of his ship he picked up his vest. As he neared the cargo bay door, seeing how the main door had been hit by a few rounds and wouldn't open, he hit a button. With a loud clanging the door slowly went down. The pilot put his vest on then walked down the ramp, hitting the button again so it started back up.
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Halest Otez, a guard at the port, watched as the dock opened up and a small ship landed. Halest knew who it was. The man came here a lot, only this time his ship was rather beaten up. After a few moments the cargo bay door opened up and a Trandoshan stepped out.
Halest shifted his weight. He always got nervous around this guy. And he was always on duty when he arrived, or left. The Trandoshan walked up to him and showed him his permits and such.
"Ummmm, everythings, ahhh, in order Ryash... Please...Go ahh, through..."
A response came from Ryash, and his voice was deep and guttural.
"Thank you..."
It was snippy, and obviously sarcastic. The Trandoshan stepped through the doors behind and walked out. As the doors closed Halest let out a loud breathe, he wasn't aware he had been holding.
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Ryash just shook his head at the mans obvious cowardice. So many humans feared his people. For good reason too, but that man was just weak. It didn't matter to Ryash though, he had other things to deal with, and an old friend to meet with.
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Post by Ryash Kihzaldrin on Jun 25, 2006 5:57:35 GMT
A New Contract
After talking with the Darth Lord, Ryash amde his way back to his ship, to check up on it for the first time. When he scanned his card and the doors opened he saw 15 men inside working on the Sargas. Ryash looked around at the people and saw the man he wanted to see.
"REMORAN!"
Ryash walked towards the man. Remoran had spun around like a bolt when he heard his name called and let out a breath when he saw it was Ryash.
"Ryash, on matters of repayment. If you would agree to it, I have an Imperial tranport vessel, worth more than I owe you, next to mint condition. Its sitting in the civillian port. If you want it as payment then take it."
Ryahs thought this over. A second ship would come in handy at times. And if he needed a new ship incase of times like these...
"Deal. It'd better work. Cause if not I will hunt you down and kill you myself."
Ryash looked back to his ship.
"How long will it take?"
Remoran looked at his people working and then turned back to Ryash.
"I'd say about 2 and a half hours if we push it."
Ryash started to walk away. As the doors to leave opened he called back.
"You got 2."
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Post by Ryash Kihzaldrin on Jun 25, 2006 7:18:56 GMT
Going Hunting
True to his word Ryash arrived back at the port 2 hours later. As the doors opened up and he walked through he noticed vast improvement. Again he walked straight to Remoran, who was welding a bit of the outer hull.
"Your not done yet Remoran."
Remoran stopped welding and turned to Ryash. He threw the welding torch down and walked the rest of the way to Ryash.
"Ryash, your ship is mostly fixed, just a few cosmetic things, and finishing up the repairs on your on-board computers. Should be done in about 10 or 15 minutes."
Ryash grunted and walked onto his ship. All around he could see people working away. The first thing he did was go up to the main entrance door. He hit the button and was pleased to see it go down. Oddly enough this was one of the few things that made Ryash happy. His ship was his life, his home, his child, it was the only thing that had ever stayed true to him. Not once had it been at the point of uselessness, it always worked. Sure at times it was temper-mental, the hyper-drive would go in and out of working, but nevertheless Ryash would never give it up. Twice had Ryash lost limbs because someone wanted his ship. Thankfully his people were a hardy one. With the growing back of limbs and what not.
Ryash hit the button again and the door came up. He turned and headed to the thingypit. Inside were two men seated the pilots chairs. Soldering away, they didn't notice Ryash. Turning back to stop himself from ripping their heads off Ryash went to check on how the rest of the ship was doing. As Ryash turned back into the main hold he noticed his ship was almost completely empty now.
The Trandoshan stepped out of his ship and talked with Remoran again.
"So, are you done?"
Remoran nodded.
"Yup. My men are just cleaning up now."
As Ryash started to walk away, Remoran stopped him.
"Hey, Ryash, since your obviously leaving the planet, could you maybe take me along with you. Ya, see, I've pissed a lot of people off here."
Ryash thought it over for a few minutes. Then finally nodded his agreement. The mans connections could com in handy.
"You piss me off I'll cut your throat."
Ryash then reentered his ship. Remoran thought for a second then realized what had happened. He quickly onto the ship just as the main cargo bay door was closing...
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Post by Reaper on Jun 29, 2006 13:09:40 GMT
The sith lord walked through the doors and as did he soon stepped onto the platforms that was the starport. Looking directly at the sky he smiled as he saw the transporter flying above. "well it seems that everything is going according to plan. Now all i need are to wait for those d**n fools which are taking so long.", as he thinks these he hears sounds where the landing platform is at. As he directs his attention there he can see the transporter land, which brings a nod of approvel from the sith lord.
Reaper feeling slightly relaxed that the transporter arrived looks to where his starfighter is being stationed and upon seeing it he moved towards it. However, he is soon distracted by a sudden noise coming from inside the building, having the look of confusion upon his face he turns around to face the door and as he does he soon spots his soldiers. Sighing he just turns around towards where his starfighter is at and boards it. As he does he can see that the soldiers are also boarding the transpoprter, yet a little frustration goes through the sith lord as he now must wait for the people he asked to meet him here.
The emperor flips the switch for the comlink and as he does he soon hears the thing working so he gets ready to relay his message.
"Command center, i would like to know who is are current lieutenant."
"That would be elmo santiago, sire."
"I see, well relay a message for him to meet me at the starport the one in the sith academy."
"Understood, sire, your message will be delivered."
The sith lord sighs heavily since patience isnt his greatest asset.
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Post by Titus on Jun 29, 2006 15:46:03 GMT
Titus was armless, the taste of blood filled his mouth as he barely managed to get to the medical center. He was to have near robotic arms embedded into his body which could be controlled by him, as a replacement. They were supposed to be the top of the line, able to smash through sheer metal... or so they said.
Titus was knocked out by the robot droids as they begun their repairs on the man, sparks flew around, and the metal and wires were all fixed to the body. Titus soon emerged from his unnatural sleep, peering at his arms, he was impressed to say the least, an over coating of what appeared skin laid over the metal appendages. He did what he would normally do to flex his arm, and to his amazement the robotics moved in unison.
Titus could not walk around like this, he needed to have his old cloak on as the joins were not finished too greatly. He grabbed his robes and quickly with a single movement dressed in them, a stern face of what he knew he was to face as he walked off was all that the medical droids would see as the darkened figure walked down the hallway towards the Star Port.
Finally arriving at the Port, Titus looked around for Reaper, he could not see much, it was dimly lit like the rest of this Galactic building. He waited until he saw the figure of the Sith Lord. He walked on at a steady pace, showing no fear, and a calm nature...
"I am here... You do realise I won't bow down to you!"
He said this with some reluctance, he knew he would be easily manipulated but he truly believed he could not be turned... how wrong he would be. He kept a tight sight on the man, Gulping in the mean time as he slowly grew more and more annoyed, unable to fight because he trusy lightsaber had been taken.
"What do you want from me?
Obviously he did not fear much while his arms were cut off, perhaps due to the blood loss, or by the impact of the fall. All he heard was to meet him here after he was healed, but he already guessed what he wanted... a new apprentice, one who knew much about the force, and one who could easily match the jedi he would have to face soon in this time of Chaos.
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Post by Elmo Santiago on Jun 29, 2006 17:27:59 GMT
The armored figure of the Imperial Lieutenant walked towards the form of the emperor with his cloak flappy about his bulky body like unholy wings.As he marched towards the Emperor he briefly looked over the man and smiled beneath his helmet.Resting his hand on the holsters on each hip he nodded briefly to his superior.
"Elmo Santiago reporting,what do you want?"
True,he was direct and perhaps rude but bounty hunting wasn't known for the manners.In a fluent motion he drew one pistol and began wildly twirling it around his finger with a snap the barrel was directed to Titus and Elmo laughed to himself before holstering his pistol.
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