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Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:17 am
Re: Gang Hideout
*A large warehouse deep in New Vertica that houses two of the city's most deadly gangs, The Sons Of Anarchy and The Basalisk War Beasts.*
Wed Dec 30, 2009 9:53 pm
Re: Gang Hideout
*A small building is rented out to one Deliah Duare and Vol Xim, two pirates and scam artists that reside on Nar Shaddaa. Both of their datapads began buzzing and as they looked down, they saw the message from Jargola...McCreedy was alive and had a list of everyone involved in the attack against him. They both shurgged it off, there was no way he lived. They both got back to planning their next scam.*
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Tue Jan 05, 2010 11:57 am
Re: Gang Hideout
*Walking down the street, Cypher eventually arrived at the hideout of the Sons of Anarchy.*
*This was the closest hideout and according to his data banks it was five story building, although four of its stories lay underground. The top floor was a junk metal and scrap merchants.*
*Cypher's eyes glowed blue as he flicked over to x-ray vision, his recepetors whining faintly as they swivelled around as he focussed.*
*With the exception of the two men on the roof, who were trying to stay hidden and the concealed ground buzzers either side of the door the building looked very much the part of the junk scrap business it was supposed to be. Without his x-ray vision he wouldn't know of the hidden blaster rifles in or the durasteel shutters that could come down over the transparisteel toughened glass.*
*Gravel crunched beneath his feet as he strode forward toward the entrance , he pushed the door open with a solid hand and entered.*
*This was the closest hideout and according to his data banks it was five story building, although four of its stories lay underground. The top floor was a junk metal and scrap merchants.*
*Cypher's eyes glowed blue as he flicked over to x-ray vision, his recepetors whining faintly as they swivelled around as he focussed.*
*With the exception of the two men on the roof, who were trying to stay hidden and the concealed ground buzzers either side of the door the building looked very much the part of the junk scrap business it was supposed to be. Without his x-ray vision he wouldn't know of the hidden blaster rifles in or the durasteel shutters that could come down over the transparisteel toughened glass.*
*Gravel crunched beneath his feet as he strode forward toward the entrance , he pushed the door open with a solid hand and entered.*
Mon Feb 01, 2010 5:57 am
Re: Gang Hideout
Jargola the Hutt wrote:*A small building is rented out to one Deliah Duare and Vol Xim, two pirates and scam artists that reside on Nar Shaddaa. Both of their datapads began buzzing and as they looked down, they saw the message from Jargola...McCreedy was alive and had a list of everyone involved in the attack against him. They both shurgged it off, there was no way he lived. They both got back to planning their next scam.*
*Deliah, a female Zeltron, and Vol, a male Falleen, made the most perfect team. Both able to bend others to their wills, both unable to inflict their will uspon each other, it was paradise. It didnt matter to them what slum hole of a planet that they were on, as long as they could make just enough to get by, they would be happy. Though they both wished to be married, they both also decided that they would wait till getting back to a more civilized planet before settling down, especially with the constant fortune that they brought in every day. Neither of them believed that McCreedy was coming back since it was them who had pumped three shots into the man's chest. Though neither of them had taken school, both of them knew that there was no getting up from that. After they both finished counting their earnings, like they did every night, they made love on both the sofa and in the bed that they shared together.
They did wonder if McCreedy's brother was the one that they were talking about though...since his death was unconfirmed and the idiot that had been sent to do it never reported back to Jargy...oh well, they both said one night when they were discussing the possibility, McCreedy was dead and Conservatore wouldnt have a single clue who was behind the attack anyways, meaning that they were both in the clear...or so they thought anyways...*
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Thu May 06, 2010 3:43 am
Re: Gang Hideout
Jargola the Hutt wrote:Jargola the Hutt wrote:*A small building is rented out to one Deliah Duare and Vol Xim, two pirates and scam artists that reside on Nar Shaddaa. Both of their datapads began buzzing and as they looked down, they saw the message from Jargola...McCreedy was alive and had a list of everyone involved in the attack against him. They both shurgged it off, there was no way he lived. They both got back to planning their next scam.*
*Deliah, a female Zeltron, and Vol, a male Falleen, made the most perfect team. Both able to bend others to their wills, both unable to inflict their will uspon each other, it was paradise. It didnt matter to them what slum hole of a planet that they were on, as long as they could make just enough to get by, they would be happy. Though they both wished to be married, they both also decided that they would wait till getting back to a more civilized planet before settling down, especially with the constant fortune that they brought in every day. Neither of them believed that McCreedy was coming back since it was them who had pumped three shots into the man's chest. Though neither of them had taken school, both of them knew that there was no getting up from that. After they both finished counting their earnings, like they did every night, they made love on both the sofa and in the bed that they shared together.
They did wonder if McCreedy's brother was the one that they were talking about though...since his death was unconfirmed and the idiot that had been sent to do it never reported back to Jargy...oh well, they both said one night when they were discussing the possibility, McCreedy was dead and Conservatore wouldnt have a single clue who was behind the attack anyways, meaning that they were both in the clear...or so they thought anyways...*
*Hearing that McCreedy is getting closer to them the those of whom are affiliated with Jargola the Hutt leave and enter their ships then head to Carida to Jargola's safe house where they will hold their last stand against McCreedy*
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Sun Jun 05, 2011 4:00 am
Re: Gang Hideout
*Brakka Jiramma Rantiili, or better known as Brakka the Hutt, is well known for his many business ventures. Extortion, spice running, brothels, gambling, bounties, he's even had his hand in a few assassinations. Most recently he has been taking more to duels, but he gets bored easily and it's hard to find duelist who are willing to fight to the death these days. He often takes time to terrorize the refugees below the city as a means of entertainment, knowing they have no money to pay him he will send his men down into their sector to capture some in exchange for non-payment. They of course have become the duelists in his arena but some refuse to fight each other. But as always he is working on a solution to that problem...*
Ho ho ho...*He wails as one of his slaves slays the other, he looks to his court and jokingly exclaims* Va foppa gee wontahumpa? *Which in Galactic Basic means, "Does that come with a warranty?"**Though all of his court know Huttese, so the use of his translator is unneeded**They roar in laughter as the joke is made and the body is dragged away to be fed to the Rancor*
*The victor, a Twi'lek male named Shiingi walks before Brakka and holds up his long sword in honor of his owner before bowing* Ho ho ho ho, Shiingi, Bargon yanah coto da eetha! *His voice roars over the crowd*
=C3G3=
*The Hutt nods before continuing* Chas kee nyowkee koo chooskoo!
=C3G3=
Bargon u noa-a-uyat! *He points down at the Twi'lek* Champio!!
=C3G3=
Ho ho ho...*He wails as one of his slaves slays the other, he looks to his court and jokingly exclaims* Va foppa gee wontahumpa? *Which in Galactic Basic means, "Does that come with a warranty?"**Though all of his court know Huttese, so the use of his translator is unneeded**They roar in laughter as the joke is made and the body is dragged away to be fed to the Rancor*
*The victor, a Twi'lek male named Shiingi walks before Brakka and holds up his long sword in honor of his owner before bowing* Ho ho ho ho, Shiingi, Bargon yanah coto da eetha! *His voice roars over the crowd*
=C3G3=
*A C3 model droid walks up as Brakka speaks to his slave, waiting until he pauses to translate* Shiingi, the mighty Brakka says "You are the best"
*The Hutt nods before continuing* Chas kee nyowkee koo chooskoo!
=C3G3=
He is "lucky he found you first!"
Bargon u noa-a-uyat! *He points down at the Twi'lek* Champio!!
=C3G3=
You, will be rewarded, *The droid pauses as he plays back the last part to confirm what Brakka had said* Champion? *He suddenly gets 'excited' and announces it louder* Shiingi, you have been named Champion of this Arena!
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Tue Jun 14, 2011 8:12 pm
Re: Gang Hideout
*In a run down hab-complex not too far away, an old gang was re-establishing a foothold. This building is clearly their headquarters as banners with the Red Novae emblem hung from alcoves and balconies, fluttering in the light wind. If this didn't give it away, Red Novae mercenaries armed to the teeth and protected by high-efficiency duraplast, red-stained armor strutted around the area, patrolling for any of their rivals.*
*The Red Novae, a gang of xenophobic humans, making their comeback. They were founded around the same time as the New Republic but through various gang wars, police actions, and the like, the Red Novae gang had been beaten into submission. With the number of Red Novae mercenaries diminished, they had all but disappeared from the crime moon of Nar Shaddaa. But their numbers were on the rise, and this was, in no small part, due to their new leadership.*
*Their leader, a younger Mirialan woman that goes by the alias "Terra", sat in a large office located on the top floor of the three-story hab-complex. She was reviewing previous contracts and some dossiers on possible new recruits. There were three of them, all slicers looking for work. Their resumes were decent, simple slicing jobs, shutting down cameras, cutting power, identity theft., etc. But none of them matched Terra's own resume. Slicing into ship registries and changing VINs, transferring funds from the "upper-crust" citizens to her own account. Those were the things that Terra was known for. Oh, and never losing in a gunfight, despite her reliance on six-shot hold-out blasters and dart throwers. This might have something to do with her energy shield but not many people knew about that... and lived to tell.*
*Terra stood from her desk and strode out of her office.* *Outside of her office stood two mercenaries, guarding the entrance to it. The nodded to Terra as she stepped out. They didn't need an explanation on where she was going, they already knew. She was headed out to the Outlaw Pub for a drink.* *She walked down two flights of stairs to get to the first floor. She waved off two more mercenaries as they tried to follow her.* *They were supposed to follow her, be her protection. But Terra wanted to go out alone for once; she always has some of her men and women protecting her. Its necessary if you're a gang leader.* *She pulled her hood up over her head and paused just beside two more mercenaries guarding the main entrance.* *It is here that her size really comes into mind. She stood at 4 feet tall, and weighed around 70 pounds, dressed in black Sullust leather. The guards towered over her, but showed her much respect. Dynamite comes in small packages you know, and Terra was fiery enough to be a nova. *Terra stepped outside, into the rain, and headed for the Outlaw Pub.*
*The Red Novae, a gang of xenophobic humans, making their comeback. They were founded around the same time as the New Republic but through various gang wars, police actions, and the like, the Red Novae gang had been beaten into submission. With the number of Red Novae mercenaries diminished, they had all but disappeared from the crime moon of Nar Shaddaa. But their numbers were on the rise, and this was, in no small part, due to their new leadership.*
*Their leader, a younger Mirialan woman that goes by the alias "Terra", sat in a large office located on the top floor of the three-story hab-complex. She was reviewing previous contracts and some dossiers on possible new recruits. There were three of them, all slicers looking for work. Their resumes were decent, simple slicing jobs, shutting down cameras, cutting power, identity theft., etc. But none of them matched Terra's own resume. Slicing into ship registries and changing VINs, transferring funds from the "upper-crust" citizens to her own account. Those were the things that Terra was known for. Oh, and never losing in a gunfight, despite her reliance on six-shot hold-out blasters and dart throwers. This might have something to do with her energy shield but not many people knew about that... and lived to tell.*
*Terra stood from her desk and strode out of her office.* *Outside of her office stood two mercenaries, guarding the entrance to it. The nodded to Terra as she stepped out. They didn't need an explanation on where she was going, they already knew. She was headed out to the Outlaw Pub for a drink.* *She walked down two flights of stairs to get to the first floor. She waved off two more mercenaries as they tried to follow her.* *They were supposed to follow her, be her protection. But Terra wanted to go out alone for once; she always has some of her men and women protecting her. Its necessary if you're a gang leader.* *She pulled her hood up over her head and paused just beside two more mercenaries guarding the main entrance.* *It is here that her size really comes into mind. She stood at 4 feet tall, and weighed around 70 pounds, dressed in black Sullust leather. The guards towered over her, but showed her much respect. Dynamite comes in small packages you know, and Terra was fiery enough to be a nova. *Terra stepped outside, into the rain, and headed for the Outlaw Pub.*
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Tue Jul 05, 2011 11:32 am
Re: Gang Hideout
*The HQ was a roar of action. Men and women were running from place to place, removing things from desks, walls, closets, etc. They were moving.* *On the building's landing pad, a Pelta-class Frigate was being loaded. This was the Red Novae ship, "Deadweight". Next to it, two Firespray-31-class Patrol and Attack Crafts were being prepared for flight also.*
*In a little while, the entire mercenary gang was loaded up and the three ships took off. They screamed towards open space.*
*In a little while, the entire mercenary gang was loaded up and the three ships took off. They screamed towards open space.*
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