New Vertica

Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:58 pm by Aherk Formidonis

*Nodding, Bulthos moved towards the boarding ramp, stopping only to retrieve his duster and his pistol. Much like Jor, his experiences on this little moon had been far less than favorable. Best to keep his gun at his side, his knife in his boot, and what was left of his wits on their guard.*

Mon Aug 16, 2010 8:57 pm by Altus Dux

Terra_Fauna 1 wrote:
*The young twi'lek was not entirely convinced, but there was not much she could do to continue surviving on her own, especially in an environment such as this one. After quite a while of pondering, she mustered up the courage to get up. She walked with the man, slowly, praying that he would not lay a hand on her. She was still visibly shaking as she moved along. Hopefully they would be far away from this place soon. It was no place for a young twi'lek to be hiding.*

*The pale-skinned Twi'lek hurried along the road, looking this way and that. His eyes were full of anxiety yet with a gentle courage and determination to make it through whatever obstacles stood in the way. He lead her through alleys and pathways in the city, deeper and deeper into the cleaner parts of the slums, if you could call it that. He made sure that they took the roads away from the muck and grime left behind by others on the roads.

Finally, they reached an old boarded-up hovel. Gesturing for her to continue following, the young bedraggled Twi'lek made his way to a little crook in the wall. He pressed, letting the steel plating slide away, revealing a hole large enough for him to wriggle inside. He dove in, twisting his body in order to squeeze himself through then he offered a hand to the younger female.*

"Come on. It's warmer inside."

Tue Aug 17, 2010 8:26 pm by Kirith Aridigo

"Mmm, Grease," said Kirith from further back in the ship. As she hurried to the boarding ramp where the other two were preparing their "hangover cure," she brushed her hands distastefully on her hands. She managed to clean up and deal with most of the damage caused from the Nightsister episode, including beginning repairs on the ship that had caused the unexpected exit from hyperspace. But most importantly, she had been trying to figure out how best to deal with the unfortunate casualty of the attack. "I don't suppose our Bothan friend has any relatives I should inform of his death? I put him in the cargo room for now, but I'm not sure how well he's going to .. uh . . sit. Any preferences when it comes to . . .er . . putting him to his final rest? Besides dumping him in an alleyway?"

Thu Aug 19, 2010 8:39 pm by Terra_Fauna 1

Altus Dux wrote:
Terra_Fauna 1 wrote:
*The young twi'lek was not entirely convinced, but there was not much she could do to continue surviving on her own, especially in an environment such as this one. After quite a while of pondering, she mustered up the courage to get up. She walked with the man, slowly, praying that he would not lay a hand on her. She was still visibly shaking as she moved along. Hopefully they would be far away from this place soon. It was no place for a young twi'lek to be hiding.*

*The pale-skinned Twi'lek hurried along the road, looking this way and that. His eyes were full of anxiety yet with a gentle courage and determination to make it through whatever obstacles stood in the way. He lead her through alleys and pathways in the city, deeper and deeper into the cleaner parts of the slums, if you could call it that. He made sure that they took the roads away from the muck and grime left behind by others on the roads.

Finally, they reached an old boarded-up hovel. Gesturing for her to continue following, the young bedraggled Twi'lek made his way to a little crook in the wall. He pressed, letting the steel plating slide away, revealing a hole large enough for him to wriggle inside. He dove in, twisting his body in order to squeeze himself through then he offered a hand to the younger female.*

"Come on. It's warmer inside."

*The young Twi'lek stared apprehensively at the hand. Should she dare take his hand? Could he be that trusted? Well, he had taken the time to bring her all the way over here, to keep her safe. Or... he could be like the rest of them... it could be a set up... She trembled again, and broke into a cold sweat. It was either take the risk, and trust this older Twi'lek, or stay out in the street. She slowly brought her hand, visibly shaking, up to the man's hand, and after what seemed like an eternity, she pushed all fear to the back of her mind and grabbed his hand, allowing him to help her in.*

Thu Aug 19, 2010 9:04 pm by Altus Dux

Terra_Fauna 1 wrote:

*The young Twi'lek stared apprehensively at the hand. Should she dare take his hand? Could he be that trusted? Well, he had taken the time to bring her all the way over here, to keep her safe. Or... he could be like the rest of them... it could be a set up... She trembled again, and broke into a cold sweat. It was either take the risk, and trust this older Twi'lek, or stay out in the street. She slowly brought her hand, visibly shaking, up to the man's hand, and after what seemed like an eternity, she pushed all fear to the back of her mind and grabbed his hand, allowing him to help her in.*

*Those dark eyes burned Til'k's own soul. The pain, the anguish in them made him almost throw up. He knew what it was like, being a slave. Marks on his wrists showed that he had run away, long ago, from his masters deep in the slums of New Vertica. Now, he was on his own, making a living as a thief. Wasn't much, but it was enough for him to survive.

He helped her underneath, through the small hole. He could smell something inside the little abode. Maybe his friend, the little mute Zabrak, was making something to eat. He'd met the boy a while ago, foraging for food in the garbage and he'd invited him along, much like he'd done with this girl of his race now. He looked over at her, making sure she was alright, then let go of her hand, cupping his to his mouth and yelling.*

=Til'k=

"Mir, Mir I'm home!"

*There was no answer to his call. Odd. Mir usually came out running. Til'k looked around the room, pushing into the kitchen. He opened the door and froze. Still. Completely.

Sitting before him, in a pool of his own blood, was Mir. Behind his dead friend, standing with a giant whip, was a skinny-looking male Human. He only had one eye, a dirty beige patch over the other. The whip was bloodied and so were the man's hands. He was tall, compared to Til'k, but not very impressive in stature. Fear rolled off of the man like a stench, clothes were patched but in better condition than Til'k's own clothing.*

=Slaver=

"Ahh. Another one. But you're male too. Pah, maybe you'll speek better Basic than the last one. Tell me, do you have any friends? Ones that might enjoy time with me and my companions?"

*The tall man tried to act menacing by snapping the whip but Til'k jumped back. He was not afraid. He slammed the door shut on the man and ran over to one of the supply containers that were lying around. Grunting, he pushed against it with his shoulders, his feet planted against the ground. Finally, he was able to push it in front of the door. Grabbing the girl's hand, Til'k yelled to run and took off, out the open back door that the slaver had forced open.*

Thu Aug 19, 2010 9:10 pm by Terra_Fauna 1

*Horrified by what she had just seen, the young Twi'lek needed no second bidding. She ran right out the open door, hard on the heels of Til'k. Her heart raced, pounding like a jackhammer in her chest. She was not expecting to see anything like that in that humble abode. She had seen way too man horrors in her short life, more than any child should ever see. That was why she was so emotionally drained all the time, and why she took so long to trust Til'k. She kept on running, following Til'k, and never looking back... never...*

Thu Aug 19, 2010 9:32 pm by Altus Dux

Terra_Fauna 1 wrote:*Horrified by what she had just seen, the young Twi'lek needed no second bidding. She ran right out the open door, hard on the heels of Til'k. Her heart raced, pounding like a jackhammer in her chest. She was not expecting to see anything like that in that humble abode. She had seen way too man horrors in her short life, more than any child should ever see. That was why she was so emotionally drained all the time, and why she took so long to trust Til'k. She kept on running, following Til'k, and never looking back... never...*

*Back at the shack, the little boy named Mir stirred. He raised himself off the ground, looking at the slaver with a strange expression on his face. Folding his little arms, he spat synthetic blood from his mouth at him, grinning sadistically.*

=Mir=

"Oh come now, don't look so pitiful, Melyn. Don't worry, you'll see your daughter again soon enough. Just get me that Twi'lek. She's been evading the bosses for a few months now. The Hutts just might start looking into our little "business" if we don't smarten up."

*The "child" spoke with the tone of an older sibling condescending his younger... or like a crime boss ordering his cohorts around. He was the second-in-command to the one who ran the child slave-trade in New Vertica, the cloaked shadow that none had ever seen the face of. He went by many names, but his favourite one was Mir. He was still a child, but experimentation on his head had given him advanced knowledge. He was also part-Falleen, giving him the power to control whomever he wanted to with his pheromones.

The "slaver" looked with a frightened look at Mir. Melyn was just a kindly man, who'd lost a game of sabaac and had to sell his daughter to the slavers. His daughter was now fifteen and he wanted to free her before her sixteenth birthday. But, unfortunately, that meant he had to help the slave trade gain three more girls, one of whom was this Twi'lek who had escaped the clutches of the group somehow. He frowned, looking at the whip in his hand. He hated hurting children, but the bosses told him to. Mir didn't help, either. The little child gave him the creeps. He nodded glumly and went to the door, kicking it open easily. Mir looked at him with a satisfaction on his face and followed.

Til'k just kept running through the streets. He looked back, to make sure his companion was with him and then forward again. Soon, they reached a dark corridor down which lights flickered. Til'k knew exactly where he was. He gestured for his companion to follow and ran into the corridor. He pushed against a block in the wall and a large section opened, revealing an abandoned laboratory. Til'k got inside, waiting for the Twi'lek to reach him and closed it behind her. He panted, falling against the wall in a slump. Arms crossed over his knees, he wiped his brow with one hand then reached into his pocket, pulling out a multi-tool. it was his only prized possession. He took a few scrap pieces of fiber, placing them together before him and lit it with the plasma torch part of his tool. The fire crackled and hissed to life, blue flame blazing. Til'k sighed at the warmth: it felt nice beneath his aching bones.*

Thu Aug 19, 2010 10:16 pm by Terra_Fauna 1

*The young Twi'lek followed Til'k into the old abandoned laboratory, and sat down next to a wall... her heart still pounding with fear. She couldn't hold back the tears. Not after what she had just seen. It was horrible, absolutely horrible! She sat there, next to the wall, her whole body shaking with fear. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to just be off this planet. Somehow, some way... that's all she really wanted. But she didn't know what to do. It seems wherever she went, the horrors of her past haunted her... chased her... teased her. She burst into tears, sobbing against the wall.*

Fri Aug 20, 2010 2:48 pm by Altus Dux

Following the trail...

*Having exited the puny little shack where Til'k had lived with him, Mir looked around, his head swiveling as he examined the streets. Sure that nobody was around to see him, he grinned in triumph and pulled from his pocket a small data-pad. He fiddled with the controls until a small blue blip showed up on a map of the surrounding area. Perfect. Mir had placed a tracer on one of Til'ks boots while he was asleep. Now he knew exactly where the little Twi'lek and his friend were hiding out.

Melyn looked over Mir's shoulder at the datapad, pulling off the eyepatch in order to see better. He didn't actually lack an eye: it was just for show. The eye-patch made him lose the kind look that extended from his face. Without it, he looked like a skinny, unkept man with sad eyes and a whip that looked almost too large for him. He was frail and weak, compared to the pinnacle of strength that was the smaller Zabrak-Zeltron half-breed next to him. Melyn was exhausted from the stress that had been placed on him. He constantly received updates on his daughter at home but he could never actually see her. Once this Twi'lek was captured, he was given word that his daughter would be allowed to return to him. His service would be over.

Together, Mir and Melyn pulled their hidden speeder-bike from behind a bunch of broken droid parts and pieces of crushed house parts. Melyn sat in the front seat, placing his feet on either side of the speeder. He revved the engine, nodding to Mir, who sat on the junk pile, trying to figure out the co-ordinates of where the children were. After looking at the pad for a few minutes, he stood on his tiptoes and whispered the co-ordinates in his partner's ear. The man's face fell and he hit the acceleration, zipping in the direction of the Lab, where he had once worked...*

At the Lab

*Til'k looked over and saw the sadness and fear on the girl's tear-streaked face. That was it, that was the last straw. He shuffled over, a little awkwardly and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into a tight hug. He stroked her back, head tilted close to hers. Twi'lek are creatures of touch, there is something one can communicate with another through their lekku that others cannot with Twi'lek. He just held her, whispering words of comfort. He knew that she needed a friend and he was giving her the most he could offer.*

Fri Aug 20, 2010 11:17 pm by Terra_Fauna 1

*The young Twi'lek didn't turn away from him. She allowed him to hold her, to comfort her. It was all she had at this point, and evidently he wasn't intending to do anything to her. She sat there, in his arms, letting the tears flow. No one had shown her this type of compassion, not since she lost her parents long ago. Most of the time, she would shy away from such a thing, because she was usually not very trusting of people, for obvious reasons. But right now, Til'k was the only friend she had, who actually showed that he cared. She really didn't know how to express how much that meant to her, and she was still traumatized by what she had seen, so she just cried. But at least now she had a shoulder to cry on... and that was like a weight lifted from her shoulders.*

Wed Sep 01, 2010 2:26 pm by Aherk Formidonis

*Moving towards the Dark Dove, Bulthos carried his recently-KO'd lass over his shoulder, rolling his eyes every few meters as he mulled over the situation. The wheels in his head spun as though they'd fall off their axles, plans formed, melted, and reformed as he calculated his next move. He stopped to catch his breath for a moment. His ship, the listing, dark gray YT-1300 was not much farther. With any luck, the Mando spy Tiny would have seen them, and have the boarding ramp ready.*

Thu Sep 02, 2010 1:07 pm by Kirith Aridigo

In the end Kirith opted to stay on the ship. Not because she wasn't necessarily hungry - but because she felt her efforts would be better spent fixing what damage the witch had caused that made them exit hyperspace so suddenly. Mostly because she felt, knowing the captain as well as she could given their limited acquaintance, that it would probably be wise to have a ship that could quickly lift up at a moment's note.

If anything, so she could leave him behind and go back to her own ship, which wasn't such a hunk of junk as this particular vessel.

As it was, she managed to patch up the damage done to the cargo hold enough that it would hopefully be space worthy - at least long enough until they could get their hands on some actual repair supplies. Hands covered with grease which she promptly wiped off on the front of her green jumpsuit, she walked into the cockpit just in time to see the captain approaching with New Girl over his shoulder.

"Well, that should be an interesting story," she said to herself before pressing the controls for the hanger door. Still, she couldn't help but wonder why New Girl was passed out, and decided that it would probably be best to make sure her blaster was within easy reach. Just in case Captain was out to cause trouble . . . again.

Thu Sep 02, 2010 3:33 pm by Aherk Formidonis

*With the ramp lowered, Bulthos strode up towards the rec room on the ship, coming to one of his favorite chairs - a Wookiee tribal chieftan's seat - and slumping the unconscious Jor into the cushioned wood. It was just a temporary spot; he was getting the Dove off of Nar Shaddaa with all due haste.

He needed a plan. Before either of his crew members had any idea what he was getting them into.*

"Tiny! Ya li'l witch, get Jor strapped into something, we're getting off this rock!"

*His command firm, Bulthos raced toward the cockpit, practically crashing into his seat and setting up the launch procedures, taking care only not to break his newly-acquired bottle of Mystery Drink Goodness.*

Thu Sep 02, 2010 3:56 pm by Corr Vhett

*Kiriths comlink toned indicating a recorded message received. It had been routed via holocom across half the outer rim. The recording stored itself until accessed by a holopad-equipped terminal*

Fri Sep 03, 2010 10:41 pm by Kirith Aridigo

"I'm not a witch, that would be your crazy alter ego," Kirith retorted as she moved towards Jor to try and find her a safer spot to be during liftoff. She frowned for a moment, feeling that she had forgotten something before yelling towards the cockpit, "You better not plan on opening that bottle and drinking it while flying," she yelled. "This ship already went through enough trouble when you decided to go crazy homicidal witch on us - I hate to see what would happen if you were just drunk!"

Looking around the room, Kirith tried to figure out the best place to put Jor during liftoff that could potentially not result in dangerous head injuries. Or just more injuries in general, considering the number of bruises Jor had managed to amass in the past 24 hours. Along the side of the walls lay several of the crew chairs - uncomfortable, but they had the necessary harnesses for take off and entering into hyperspace. It was only a few feet from the tribal-looking seat to the crew chair - although moving an unconscious body that was pretty much non-responsive would be difficult. Then again, Kirith had managed to haul Jor's body through several of the streets back on Corellia - so she wasn't too worried. It was just moving a girl into a seat in close quarters meant that there was a higher probability she could knock Jor's head against something. And since Kirith had no idea what caused Jor to pass out again after what was supposed to be a casual jaunt into the city, she didn't really want to risk anything.

She looked back towards the cockpit and sighed. Then again, ever since they both hooked up with this Captain fella, it seemed that the chances of them getting out of this intact were decreasing rapidly. Kirith only hoped that she could get back to her ship soon and away from this insanity.

At the thought of her ship, her comlink toned in her pocket, causing Kirith to frown. Who in Chaos could be trying to contact her? Making a mental note to check the message as soon as she was certain she and Jor were secure for whatever insane flight maneuver the Captain would be putting them through, Kirith turned to the task of attempting to move Jor.

Sat Sep 04, 2010 12:40 pm by Aherk Formidonis

"THAT WASN'T ME, YA BETCH!!!"

*Tiny was starting to get on his nerves, ever so gently. Firing up the engines, the Dark Dove lurched to be level with the ground as the repulsorlifts kicked in, broken landing appendages sliding back into their locked positions. Rising into the air against every reason not to (and the unholy shrill of the ever-persistent warning siren), the YT-1300 blasted off into the unfriendly skies, leaving Nar Shaddaa far behind them.*

Tue Sep 07, 2010 12:13 am by Lord Valerian

*The constant roar of engines flooded the streets of New Vertica, though the most recent roar, was something new. The engines of the Bloodfin were state of the art, personally designed, built, and modified by Valerian himself to accomadate whatever tasks he needed during his missions. As such, the sound was something more of a low rumble, like a beast snarling before it attacks.*
*Valerian swiftly unveiled a manor sense of his true skill as a pilot, weaving in and out of the traffic, diving under walkways, spinning around building. He was a masterful pilot, though he did naturally prefer the simple style, though to keep his presence sort of hidden, it proved necessary to get a little carried away with it. Although, within minutes he had arrived at his destination, quickly decreasing the pressure on the throttle, diverting power towards the forward thrusters, both slowing and leveling out the transport ship. Valerian quickly flicked the switch to lower the landing gear, letting it extend to it's full length with a moderately loud clanking sound, signifying it's extension. He let out a sigh, lowering the ship down upon it's landing gear, letting it bounce down, back up, and then levelling out.

After powering down all the systems, he lowered the landing gear and promptly left the bridge, following the halls of his personal transport untill he reached the exit ramp. As he walked down, the filthy stench of Nar Shaddaa filled his nostrils, "this place really is horrendous, even in the major parts of the planet", he thought to himself in silence. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and quickly left his ship behind, activating all of it's traps before hand.*
*Valerian began stalking the city streets, journeying down every back alley he came across, he wasn't particularly sure what drew him to such a planet, but he knew he would soon find out. Alas, he slowly but most definitely surely consumed the essence of the force, letting the power of the Dark-Side empower his mind, body, and soul. He was a very formidable foe without the force, but he was a cautious man, hell-bent of self-preservation, thus he didn't take any risks, unless proved necessary. He just followed the darkened streets, letting the force guide him where he needed to go.*

Tue Sep 07, 2010 10:46 am by Szordrin

*The small transport landed easily in on one of the myriad of docking platforms, and it didn't take long for Szordrin to make his way onto the busy streets of Nar Shaddaa. He didn't know who he was here looking for, only that he was a Sith, or at least called themselves that. It didn't take him long to find the contacts who had been placed around the streets, for even though the amount of people here was staggering, these special low lives were easily recognizable to the ever vigilant Sith Lord. The first few contacts he found told him little, only that his apparent target had arrived...a big scary man as they put it.

The fourth man he found did have some news, however, for this man had seen Szordrins target only recently, and had a good idea of where he was headed.*

"Alright so you saw him, now which way was he headed?"

=Grady=

The man seeing now that Szordrin was quite interested in what he had to say decided that he would try to exploit this man, maybe make a few bucks off of this.

"Hey Now...information like this is valuable! I aint tellin you nothin til i get some payment "

*'Bad move' Thought Szordrin, he was in no mood for this love life piece of scums games. He slowly lifted his hand, not touching the man...with his physical body anyways. He reached into the force, drawing off his anger at this man for having so slowed his progress. Invisible hands wrapped around the mans throat, squeezing with inhuman strength. The man reached up for it, trying, to no avail, to pry the hands off.*

"Now lets try this again shall we? Where did he go?"

=Grady=

This time there was little defiance in the man as he lifted an arm away from his throat and pointed in the direction he had seen the target go.

*With a sudden release Szordrin let the grip go, dropping the man to the ground.*

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

*Without waiting for a reply he left, heading towards the man in question. As he neared him he felt it, a distinct presence in the force not one of the many many inhabitants or travelers on the planet, but a more powerful presence. This had to be the man he was looking for. He honed in on it and continued on his way...he would soon find him and then he would find out whether or not he would join in the cause of Archais...or if he would simply die here.*

Tue Sep 07, 2010 11:27 am by Lord Valerian

*Valerian had been roaming the streets of New Vertica for hours, finding ever back-alley there was, circling the districts, in search of some unknown calling. The force itself worked in mysterious ways, the Dark-side worked in even more perculier ways, which is what was beginning to make Valerian think he had journeyed here for no reason, that the calling was false. Though, all of his thoughts changed as he rounded a corner, to see two Trandoshan, three human, and one garmorrian congregrating.

Valerian instantly knew they were thugs, and naturally concluded they were preparing to spring a trap on the first person that came around the building. Though, none of them were expecting a force-user, especially a dark-sider. Thus, not worried about them, he merely continued rounding the corner to see them quickly surround him, they're blaster rifles drawn, and the Gamorrian gripping his vibro-axe*
=Gamorrian Thug=

Give us your credits or die! NOW!

*Valerian let out a mild chuckle, somewhat bringing surprise to the group of Thugs. They outnumbered him and all had their weapons out and ready, so naturally they figured they had Valerian overpowered. He was rather large Zabrak, a feralisticly viscious looking beast, but to these thugs he appeared harmless against them with no weapon.*
And if I refuse?
*Valerians words escaped his lips in a rather demented tone, sounding more like a hiss-like whisper than anything. He lowered back the hood of his cloak, revealing his viscious orange eyes, letting them glare right through the leader of the group. Terrorifyed, the Gamorrian panicked and ordered the thugs to fire. Almost with lightning fast precision, Valerian pulled his lightsaber to his hand with the force, the blade igniting almost instantly upon reaching his hand.

Valerian easily deflected the blaster-bolts, sending three bolts back at one of the humans, each shot peircing vital areas. In a rage, the other two humans lunged at Valerian. Valerian let out a rather demonic roar of laughter, unleashing a simple force-lightning, with enough force to fry the two thugs, sending them flying back against the building's outter wall.

Though now, now it was Valerian's turn to go on the offensive, thus he lunged at the two trandoshan's, bringing the eerie blue blade of his lightsaber down in a diagonal slashing motion, slicing straight across the torso of one of trandoshans. The instant his feet touchd the ground, Valerian planted his right foot and twisted in a 360 degree, counter clock-wise motion. He was clearly much faster than the thug, as he brought his lightsaber around to impale the other Trandoshan Thug straight through his back. He quickly ripped the blade out, slashing the trandoshan's spine and half of his gut open.*
Still want my credits, pig?

*The Gamorrian let out a loud, high pitched squel as he turned and ran off, thinking Valerian would have mercy and spare him.. he was dead wrong. Valerian reached out with the force to grab and lift the Gamorrian off the ground and pulled him closer towards him. Valerian wanted to watch the pig squel as his body was crushed, Valerian wanted to bathe in the Thug's torment.*
You are a foolish, ignorant pest.

*Valerian grew a sly, devilish smile as he slowly began to increase the pressure of his grip, using the force to crush the gamorrian with ease. Valerian relished the high-pitched screams of his dying foe, enjoying every second of the torment. Valerian let out a hint of laughter, as he continued increasing the pressure, the gamorrian's body was deteriorating into nothing. Valerian released his grip, letting the gamorrian fall into a heaping pile of flesh.*
*Valerian, satisfied with his kills, once again began pacing through the dark-alleys, leaving the dead bodies of the thugs behind. He had to find out if there was a calling, or if he was wasting his time.*

Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:12 pm by Dolmin Teage

*The "Shen'Paak" flew over the city-moon, and Dolmin was doing his best to try and find a safe landing zone. He noticed a few open spots, but those seemed to be on rather-unstable drop-zones -- platforms unable to support the weight of himself, let alone a freighter. But he needed a place to touch down. After all, this was his first opportunity to look for work. He was certain he could find it here. The Herglic was also trying to keep it from being brutish work, but with an individual his size, it seemed almost like that was an absolute certainty, as well. It was then that he spotted it. A touch-down zone, unoccupied, and within range of the local street shops. Dolmin suddenly became optimistic as he set the Barloz down. He made his way through the vessel, equipping himself in the process with his weaponry and tool satchel. After a few checks to make sure he had everything, he lowered the port-side ramp. With large, thudding steps, he made his way down to the ground below; only to take notice of a small group of congregating individuals, all with a menacing glare in their eyes. The beings were of a mixed variety: Rodians, Weequay, and a few Duros. The one that stood out from them was a slender, red-skinned, wiry Twi'lek, thumbing a vibro-knife while chuckling in some dry, gravelly tone. He spoke Basic, which didn't make his words any easier for Dolmin to stomach.*

=Twi'lek=

"Well then...never imagined we'd actually get some poor sap that'd take our bait, now did we boys?"

*One of the Rodians decided to pipe up, speaking in - what the Herglic assumed - was his native tongue.**The large, glassy eyes of Dolmin darted back and forth between the two outspoken males, even as the Twi'lek chuckled a retort to the Rodian's apparent insult.*

=Twi'lek=

"Yeah, yeah...you're right, Ditz! He actually would be the right kind of being to take the bait! And what a 'WHALE' of a catch he is! Bahahahahaha!"

*The Herglic grumbled, bearing his first row of teeth in an apparent gesture of distaste. His right eye glanced back toward the ramp, but his left remained fixed on his apparent would-be assailants.*

"Is there...something that I'm missing? You guys are supposed to be robbing me, yes? What's with all the chit-chat then?"

*The Twi'lek's grin faded, and he quickly drew his sidearm. A small hold-out pistol. And he had it trained on Dolmin.*

=Twi'lek=

"Oh, don't worry, large one. We will get to that soon. But I guess that will all depend on what you could possibly have that we'd want, now won't it?"

*One of the Duros decided to chime in, his native tongue causing him to stumble around in his approach to Basic.*

=Duros=

"We can't kill this one, Ha'van. Remember what Hutts said? It brings much attention to moon."

*The Twi'lek, 'Havan', turned to face the Duros in retort. That gave Dolmin all the chance he needed to quickly draw his heavy repeater and train it on the Twi'lek with his right hand, while tromping up behind him and grabbing the much-smaller being by his head and lifting him off the ground. He stood there, breathing whispered words to the quite-frightened Ha'van.*

"You shouldn't have decided to mess with me, you little chakk. I don't respond calmly to threats. Now drop your weapon. *He glances at the group.* ALL OF YOU! Drop them!"

*The panicked gaze from the Twi'lek's friends was enough to make the air thick with the smell of perspiration. They looked at their 'leader', who was also quite-perturbed at how the situation had gone so wrong, so fast. Finally, through many breathless gasps, 'Ha'van' decided to speak up.*

=Ha'van=

"Do it! Do as he says, you idiots!"

*The Herglic whispers another retort, even as the Twi'lek's friends comply. They drop their weapons to the ground, some of them even sliding them away from their feet.*

"They have a word for that in my language, too. It's pronounced "umron". You can holo-search it later. It'll be next to the picture that looks a lot like me, laughing at your pathetic attempt to scare me."

=Ha'van=

You *gasp* have no idea who you've just pissed off. *Gasp* Don't turn your back on me, you blubbery, snaggle-toothed pile of Hutt-poodoo--AAAGH!"

*It was a slight amount of pressure from the Herglic's prodigious hand, but it was enough to cause the onset of a major headache for the little Twi'lek.**He looked on at the small form of Ha'van, and then at the other members of his little 'gang'.*

"Turn and leave now. I'll let your little friend here go once you're well out of range. Do it now, and I might let him keep both his lekku."

*That made Ha'van panick. He shouted a few profanities that weren't for the virgin ears of children before addressing his men.*

=Ha'van=

"What're you waiting for?! SCRAM!"

*The group quickly dispersed, none of them wanting to be the next victim of the large, angry Herglic. When they were all far enough out of sight, the arm holding the Twi'lek lowered him to the ground. Just when the Twi'lek thought he was getting free, he started to try running -- only to find himself still trapped in the heavy hand of Dolmin. That was followed shortly by the pressure of the heavy repeater barrel on his back, to which the slight whimper left Ha'van's mouth in protest.*

"Now here's my deal, 'Ha'van'. You give me a good reason not to fill you up with every ounce of molten metal I can provide you with, and I'll see if it's something I can manage to part ways with your lovely corpse for..."

*There were a few moments of rigid silence, and then the words poured from Ha'van like a sieve.*

=Ha'van=

"H-hey man, look...I'm just a guy trying to make a living. I'm not your enemy! L-look man, just let me go. We can pretend like this n-never happened! I won't come near you again, I swear it! And...and you can keep all these weapons! Sell 'em, trade 'em, I don't care! Just don't shoot me with 'em, please?! I got a lot of life left to live, and I--"

"Ugh...enough already. You're far too chatty for my tastes. Probably wouldn't even make good food out of you. The chops are my favorite part. And yours would be too tough, all that talking you do."

*Another bunch of clustered whimpers escaped the Twi'lek, and the trembling began to start.*

"Get outta my sight, umron...you remember what that means, don't you?"

=Ha'van=

"Y-Yeah, man! Totally get it. I'm an idiot! A REAL big one! C'mon, c'mon, just let me out of here!"

*The Herglic released the Twi'lek, and then let a long blast of air loose from his blowhole atop his head. The loud hauum sound whistled through the air as he spoke his last words to 'Ha'van'.*

"Leave..."

*The Twi'lek darted off in the same direction his friends fled toward, and Dolmin didn't see him attempt to peek around in a plotting manner. He then walked around, picking up the plethora of weapons: blasters, rifles, stun-sticks, vibro-knives, the whole lot. He packed them all in a small crate inside his ship, and then slung the box over his shoulder. With his free hand, he un-holstered his Enforcer pistol, and walked with the crate towards the district of town where a pawn shop might be located...*

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