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Post by bruinfamer on Dec 14, 2009 21:54:25 GMT -5
Don saw two people leave the transport that just arrived. They must be the people Contact 3 had found. Hmmm, this would be interesting. He got up from his chair and went up to them, introducing himself. "My name is Don Marka, what can I do for you?"
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Dec 15, 2009 7:45:39 GMT -5
Tina didn't notice the man following as, As Don spoke his name a small look of surprise ran across the her face, She was almost certain the Marka she was looking for first name began with an O. she would try and discover if he knew anything of him. "Ah its a pleasure to make your acquaintance," She held out a hand, A universal greeting she knew. "I'm not sure you can help me, But seeing how your a merc for hire statically speaking you'll be able to in some way or another, correct?" She continued, Torlow started looking tired of the converse but knew he shouldn't intervene, He stay weary of the man behind them, He could almost feel his eyes on them.
Tina finally cut to the case. "What i really wanted from you was training, In the force. However i don't think you the man i was looking for, So unless you know who helped this man," She opened a holo of Tycen, A few weeks old he appeared different from his current self, His slightly longer wild hair was most difference, He still had a distinctive face however. "Begin his training i think we may be done before we began." She looked finished but quickly added. "I think his name to be, Orcen, Maybe Ortin?" She said now finished, The person she actually was referring to name was, Oron.
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Post by MikDaTv on Dec 17, 2009 2:21:40 GMT -5
The Hrosha-Gul, a Warbird Class cruiser exited hyperspace over the planet of Tatooine. It's mostly Yuuzhan Vong crew would have been executed years ago for lowering themselves so much to use the Heretics technology, but necessity had taught Gorkon Carr to use whatever was available to him. If this technology was good enough for the Jeedai, chosen of the gods, then it would be good enough for him.
He sat down in the bridge's center chair and called for full control of the ships flight systems to be sent to his chair. A control system lowered from overhead and he gripped the yolk with both his hands and piloted the Hrosha-Gul down to the surface of the desert world. He had practiced many times over the last few weeks in controlling this ship and it showed in his expert landing on the soft flats.
The boarding ramps descended and a few of his crew set up a watch around the ship Gorkon Carr joined them, making sure his armor was snug on him and that his most prominant scars and tattoos were visible on his bald head. He walked down the boarding ramp with Amphistaff uncoiled and ridged in his hand like walking staff. In the harsh Yuuzhan Vong language he commanded that the ships sensors be trained on this pitiful town of Mos Eisley while he went into the city. Along he walked through the sand the several miles to reach the city's edge and walked down the center of it's street proudly, getting a lot of stares and a few gasps.
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Post by bruinfamer on Dec 17, 2009 11:45:53 GMT -5
Don raised his eyebrow in confusion, giving a quick "sure" to the girls question on helping her out. When the girl showed him a holocron of the man she referred to as "Tycen", Don shook his head. "I do not know who this man is, and no, I have no knowledge of the Force. I think I do know who you are talking about..." Don went to his office and to his desk. He took out a picture of him and another man that they had taken while in the Republic military. Don then went back to the girl and showed her the picture.
"Is this the man?" he was in a Republic Naval uniform and was the leader of Reaper Squadron for the First Fleet over Coruscant. "I think you mean Oron."
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Back at Mos Eisley, Contact 1 was at his post reading the Galactic times. He was pissed contact 3 had gotten 4 recruits in the first week. "Lucky bastard, he'll get a promotion before me. Bye bye paycheck."
As he was reading the paper, he noticed most of the bystanders making awes and staring at this one man walking down the street. Damn, he is very scary looking, the contact thought. He got up and began tailing the scary man, trying to see what all the hype was about.
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Post by MikDaTv on Dec 17, 2009 14:20:11 GMT -5
Gorkon continued his strut down the street. His face twisted into a smile which looked more like a sneer because of the cracked scar that split his upper lip on the right side of his face. There were many hard and ugly creatures in the space port city, but none as infamous as a Yuuzhan Vong warrior in his prime.
He came to a sqare near one of the larger cargo docking bays that was filled with merchants and kiosks where almost anything was sold. Off to the side of the square was a rather large rubbish pile. He climbed this pile and let his amphistaff coil around his arm before he growled as loud as he could, which was pretty damn loud.
Once he had everones attention he spoke in broken basic with a booming voice. "Infidels! I am in search of this band of warriors who sell their arms to any domain that may pay. You may yet find some small favor with the gods if you direct me thus!"
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Post by bruinfamer on Dec 17, 2009 14:49:47 GMT -5
The contact followed the mean man towards a small market where anything was sold. Sticking to the crowds, the contact listened to the man ask about the mercenaries. Was he looking for work or someone to do his work? No matter, it would be taken care of. The contact took out a chip and threw it in the direction of the man. The chip had a message to meet him at the Cantina in the VIP room, just like the other contact did. He then blended into the crowds, bound for the Cantina.
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Dec 17, 2009 15:33:00 GMT -5
She quickly examined the holo that Was being shown, Though Tina wasn't one hundred percent sure what he looked like she had a feeling that this was the man. "Yes i believe it is, sorry for the mistaken identity," She said still staring at the holo. "Do you...Know where he can be found?" She finally asked taring herself from the holo.
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Post by bruinfamer on Dec 17, 2009 15:39:47 GMT -5
It was Don's brother, was Oron. They didn't know it, but the two did feel a connection the first time they met. "No, I do not. I haven't seen him in months. If I were you, I would try Dantooine, at the old Jedi Enclave. He's a Force User, you know..."
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Dec 17, 2009 15:50:32 GMT -5
She gave a couple of nods of her head, A simple indication that she understood. Tina was just about to begin the trip back to the ship with her unhappy bodyguard Torlow when something struck her. "Should i compensate for the information?" She asked him wondering if he wanted to be paid, It wasn't often people gave anyway anything for free these days.
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Post by bruinfamer on Dec 17, 2009 15:52:57 GMT -5
"No need ma'am. If you find him, tell him Don says hello." With that being said, Don went back to work while two guards came up to the two guests. They were to escort them off the base.
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Post by Ragasaurus-Rex on Dec 17, 2009 16:10:37 GMT -5
"Will do." She said before finally walking off with the two guards and Torlow, Then were quickly and nicely escorted back to the Outside of the cantina, From there Tina went to the shuttle she took to the planet surface, Torlow close behind. And returned to the Memento Mori From there a course to Dantooine was set and she left the system.
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Post by MikDaTv on Dec 17, 2009 21:18:33 GMT -5
Gorkon caught the chip and looked at it. He still felt a pang of disgust at the infidels metal and electronic technology but he no longer felt like killing everyone who even thought of using it. However, he still did not have a datapad to see what was on the chip.
He looked up to the man who threw it at him and saw him backing away, trying to blend into the crowd. This was impossible though. Gorkon would have been able to recognize him even if he had never seen him. He carried himself as a soldier, his stance and his look. He was a warrior, while those he tried to hide amongst were meek, driven by their feeble curiosity only.
He crushed the chip in his hand and jumped down from the rubbish pile and made a noise like a snarl. People backed away from him as he walked after the contact, following him to the Cantina. The establishments bouncer stepped in front of him to bar him entrance. It was a 6 foot 4 Weequay with broad shoulders and a stern face. Gorkon accepted his challenge and gripped the bouncer around the throat while pummeling him in the face with his free hand. The attack took the bouncer so off guard that he could barely fight back before he was knocked out and thrown aside like a piece of garbage with a bloody face.
Gorkon spit on the ground near him, showing his disgust in the unworthy adversary before entering the Cantina looking for the man he was following.
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Post by bruinfamer on Dec 18, 2009 15:06:24 GMT -5
The bartender saw the big guy walk in, boy he looked pissed. He was told that he would be coming into the bar, looking for someone. Quickly, the bartender tried getting the man's attention. "Hey buddy, he's upstairs." said the bartender, pointing in the direction.
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Post by MikDaTv on Dec 18, 2009 15:41:21 GMT -5
Gorkon eyed the bartender with suspicion "Buddee?" He asked, trying to understand the word. His look followed the bartenders finger to the stairs which he proceeded to immediately. He climbed the stairs to the caintina's upper level, carefully looking around.
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Post by bruinfamer on Dec 21, 2009 14:12:04 GMT -5
The contact spun around in his chair and came face to face with the guy he was tailing earlier. "I heard you were looking for us Mercenaries. What do you want?" he said blatantly, trying to see what this big dude wanted.
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