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Post by MikDaTv on Jun 30, 2009 2:12:45 GMT -5
Hutch landed the YT-1300 CEC Freighter now known as Johnny 5 down on one of the public landing pads near Nar Shaddas Red Sector. He had just bought the ship from a trader down on his luck who'd been willing to sell the ship for cheep on Mon Calamari.
He didn't know a whole lot. He could hardly remember anything from before the facility but he had a firm grasp of the kind of man he was. A criminal. If there was any chance of learning who he was it would be amongst a criminal circle with someone who might know him.
Mostly though he just needed the credits. And from what little of his memories he could remember, he was a smuggler. a darn good one at that. and everyone, even honest folks from time to time, could use a good smuggler.
He walked down the boarding ramp of J5 holstering his pistol in it's leather holster on his left chest, then zipped up his jacket to conceal the weapon.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 1, 2009 1:04:09 GMT -5
First things first. He needed a job but before he went into the depths of Nar Shadda he needed a few things for Johnny 5. His first priority was to get something to replace that god awful pilots seat.
He had "requisitioned" a vehicle from the back parking lot of a bar. It was a flat bed cargo speeder that had previously been used to haul cases of beer and other kinds of alcohol.
Right now however he was standing in front of his stolen speeder and looking out over a public junkyard. There were all kinds of crap in this yard. trashed speeders, rotting food. it was a dumping ground for just about anyone that cared to drop their waste there.
Hutch interlocked his fingers and cracked his knuckles. He had some work to do.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 1, 2009 2:54:55 GMT -5
Hutch lifted up a long piece of sheet metal and shoved it aside. What he saw under it was priceless. A brown leather two person couch and a black leather lazy boy reclining chair.
"This is perfect" Hutch said moving some more debris out of the way. He had some work to do.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 2, 2009 2:02:57 GMT -5
Hutch drove his flat bed cargo speeder back to the public landing pad where Johnny 5 was parked. When he got there he discovered the local scum had decided to take up residence on the pad and were trying to crack into the Freighters exterior hatches to get to it's inner workings, most likely to salvage parts for sale.
Hutch parked the speeder and climbed out. He drew his blaster pistol and fired a shot into the air which seemed to get everyone's attention. "Ok, everyone take a couple steps back from the ship and no one will get fried!" Hutch yelled.
The back ally thugs backed away from the ship and scowled. one of them in a trench coat came forward. "This dock is our territory. Anything on it belongs to us. You can't shoot us all."
The thugs advanced a few steps towards Hutch. It was at this point that Hutch realized most of them were carrying heavy tools and crowbars. Since he had grossly overestimated his position he changed tactics and pointed his blaster right at the apparent leader. "I'm not going to shoot you all. all i have to do is shoot you."
This gave the thugs pause and they stopped their slow advance. A few tense seconds passed before the leader narrowed his eyes. "We'll be back. No on disrespects us on our territory like this." And with that he lead his group into the alleyway. Hutch let out a sigh and holstered his blaster.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jul 2, 2009 21:00:23 GMT -5
A man with a cigarette stepped out of the shadows and over towards Hutch. He took a long drag off his cigarette then smiled. "I like your style. You may just be the type of man I am looking for.” The man looked at the ship and then back at Hutch. By the look of his ship and dress, he would say he was a smuggler; but he would need to make sure before continuing. "Tell me, are you very particular of the type of cargo you carry?" The man took another drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the ground and pulling out another one. After putting one in his mouth he held the pack out to see if the transport owner wanted one.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 2, 2009 21:43:48 GMT -5
Hutch's hand stayed inside his jacket, resting on the handle of his blaster. "I generally don't like to carry anything, for anyone, but since that doesn't pay the bills, i guess it depends on how much a persons willing to spend."
With his free hand he accepted a cigarette and put it in his pocket for later. "Who want to know?"
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Post by Odan Thos on Jul 3, 2009 17:47:39 GMT -5
smiled slightly. "My employer does not wise her affiliation to our organization to be shouted in the streets, but she is someone that a man like you would no doubt respect." The man lit up the cigarette and smiled. "Anyways the Omega Group is always looking for someone to move cargo from one system to another without those pesky governments getting in the way." The man reached inside his jacket's breast pocket and slowly pulled out a data stick. He held it out to Hutch until he took it. "Should you ever find yourself needing steady work and not too picky on the cargo's legality, stop by our headquarters. The location is on that data stick and tell the doorman that "Omega sent you." He will get you in touch with the right person." The man smiled and took off a long drag off his cigarette before turning around. He started to walk off and faded into the shadows. He was happy with his find for today. He had meet hundreds of smuggles, smuggles, mercs, and assassins. So many that he could tell just by watching someone how they would turn out. This man carried himself like a smuggler; and a master smuggler at that.
The data stick itself was unmarked and on it contain only contained the hyperspace coordinates and longitude and latitude. It did not make note that it was the headquarters of the Omega Group or the instruction to give the doorman when you arrived. This was a simple security protocol should someone try to link the Omega Group to Kitana or should the data stick be stolen.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 3, 2009 21:22:07 GMT -5
"Gee, thanks" Hutch said when he looked up from the data stick and saw the man had disappeared. "hmmm, very mysterious... Great." Hutch's shoulders slumped and he turned towards the cargo speeder.
"damn it. Now i have to check this out." He said as he got into the speeder to back it up to the Johnny 5. "Things gunna get me killed i just know it."
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