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Post by Gamov on Jan 20, 2010 22:09:49 GMT -5
The cantina played host to a variety of beings from all corners of the galaxy and all walks of life. Beneath the seemingly placid facade of a casual establishment meant for the entertainment of the clientele who made a living out of their namesake as traders, merchants and spacers, the pub would attract a fair deal of seedy elements from Tattoines shadowy underbelly of crime. Gambling, black market trading, extortion, racketeering and a myriad of other assorted vices, each one more illegal and uncouth as the last, found a home here among the criminal elements of Tatooine's populace.
Inside the dimly lit building, a smokey haze hung over the room as the low, dulcid tones of the band wafted above the clamor of the various patrons who were busily attending to their drinks, while simultaneously filling the air with a multitude of dialects, both alien and basic, as they continued about their own private business, the introduction of the new human arrivals into their midst doing little to stifle their frivolities or divert their attention away from their activities.
"This doesn't seem like a very good place to meet a contact." Civé lamented, scanning the room with a critical eye.
"The people we are here to meet aren't very good to begin with." Wes began, keeping his attention focused forward as his eyes traversed the room, looking for anyone that might seem anxious, irritated or generally isolated from the crowds. Basically any tell that might let him know the person had been waiting for a little while when they had better things to be doing.
"Still.... Couldn't they pick a better place?"
Wes shook his head and allowed a quick chuckle to escape at his sister's naive attitude. "That is how things operate here. Generally, the grittier the place, the more apt you are to find your contact." He maintained his active scan of the pub before spotting a man sitting alone at the far end of the bar.
He was hunched over a drink, almost as if he were trying to hide something, or was expecting something.... Or someone.
"Wait here." Wes calmly instructed, motioning Civé towards a nearby corner booth where she could sit unobtrusively without drawing any unwanted attention.
With Civé out of the way for the proceedings, Wes ambled through the crowd to the bar, quietly taking a seat next to the man he had zeroed as his contact. Acting nonchalantly, he ordered himself a stiff drink and waited for the bar tender to return with his drink. He payed the man and took a drink from his glass before opening a dialog with the stranger next to him.
"I hear those mercs have a headquarters here. Any chance a guy like me could find work with them?" He said, being slightly vague in his words. If this man was who he suspected him to be, then filling in the blanks should be no problem.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jan 20, 2010 22:29:17 GMT -5
Gorkon did not let go. He maintained his stranglehold on his prey as the grenade went off. His crab armor absorbed shrapnel like hardened steel and the pressure wave popped Gorkon's left eardrum. He reached down to his waist with his free hand and withdrew his amphistaff. with a quick rub in the right spot, the snake like creature wrapped around Jas's leg and bit his shin, injecting it's poison.
Gorkon let his grip on his opponents neck lax some as some blood dripped into his eye from a shrapnel cut on his bald head.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 21, 2010 14:38:33 GMT -5
The contact was sitting right next to the man who came over and ordered a drink. He listened intently and finished his drink, leaving a tip for the bartender. "Grab your friend, and hurry. Meet me on the roof." The contact said and briskly walked into the crowded bar toward the roof.
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Post by Gamov on Jan 21, 2010 21:21:06 GMT -5
Wes quietly responded to the invitation by glancing to the corner booth where Civé was seated, giving her a quick nod before finishing off his drink and sliding out of his seat to follow the man discreetly into a concealed roof top access stair well near the rear of the bar.
The pub roof was bathed in a hot, arid sunlight, making the meeting spot rather uncomfortable and unpleasant when combined with the grit of the dust and sand surrounding them.
"So, what is this all about?" Wes asked, motioning for his sister to stay a few steps behind him at the door as he gently moved his free hand to the holster on his right hip, his fingers resting lightly on the grip of his WESTAR blaster just in case things got ugly in a hurry.
The man had the advantage of placing the sun to his back, forcing Wes to squint his eyes as he attempted to make eye contact with the Mercenary. If things went south now, he was certainly hurting for tactical supremacy. His aim was good, of that he had no doubt. But when glaring into the sun, there could be only so much he could do with the light glinting off of his blaster once it was drawn.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 21, 2010 23:12:11 GMT -5
"You can take your hand off that blaster, we're just going for a little ride to base." the contact said, boarding the shuttle. "If you refuse to come, then I highly reccomend you leave this planet."
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Post by Gamov on Jan 23, 2010 12:24:26 GMT -5
Relaxing his posture and moving his hand away from his blaster, Wes turned to Civé and gave her a quick instruction. "Why don't you return to the Mare, see to things on that end.... This could take a bit."
She was reluctant to leave, at first working up a protest to the order, but Civé ultimately agreed to her brother's request. He was stubborn, and if she had learned anything from being his sister, it was that arguing with him after he had his mind set on something was a losing prospect.
Quietly, she gave him a nod and moved to return to the spaceport to make the trip back to the Mare
Wes, after seeing Civé safely out of the city from his position atop the roof of the pub, moved to tkae his seat inside the tiny transport shuttle that was set to carry him to the Mercenary headquarters.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 24, 2010 20:46:04 GMT -5
The transport took off from the hub and within minutes was at the HQ. The shuttle glided into the hangar, where troops were moving more supplies into base. Seems more have arrived. The contact got up and opened the door, "Here you are, good luck merc. You can get your girl when you've settled in." he said and the shuttle took off with Wes standing there in the hangar. At the control center, Don was watching the holonet, there have been rumors of war about to be broken out. This could get interesting...
"Captain, how are the new guys getting in? Fine I hope?"he asked.
"Yes sir, they're all finishing up on their final touches. Another recruit has arrived sir, from the city. A man named Wes."
"Fantastic, bring him in." Don said, checking on some reports as the Captain went to the hangar.
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Post by Gamov on Jan 24, 2010 21:11:26 GMT -5
Wes only gave the contact a silent nod in response as he stepped off of the shuttle and onto the dusty hangar floor of the Mercenary Headquarters. He lingered only for a moment, tracking the shuttle into the bright azure sky of Tatooine, watching it vanish into the distance behind the urban sprawl of a nearby spaceport settlement.
Looking back to the hangar, Wes was generally impressed with the scope of the operation. Mercenaries and soldiers hauling crates of weapons, ammo and supplies from nearby freighters into store houses and warehouses beyond the walls of the hangar. They definitely seemed far more organized and well funded than your average Mercenary troupe. Such organization led Wes to assume that there must be some big names with deep pockets behind the syndicate who were open to business for some high end clientele.
A satisfied grin came to his face. He would do well for himself here if these Mercs were even half as well funded and connected as he thought they were.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 24, 2010 21:28:50 GMT -5
The Captain strolled into the hangar bay with a clipboard of various tasks that still needed to be done. First things first, he would see the new guy Wes was properly introduced. He saw the man standing in the middle of the hangar and walked over to him. "Welcome to the group, Wes. The Commander would like to speak with you. Just head down the corridor and take a right, can't miss it. As he finished, the Captain went to a freighter to direct the supplies off the ship. ***OOC: Say wes is in Don's quarters, blah blah blah***
Wes walked in as Don was sitting down. "Please, Wes is it? Take a seat. We've got a lot to talk about." he said, getting right down to business.
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Post by Gamov on Jan 24, 2010 21:52:08 GMT -5
Wes entered the private office of their Commander, and was immediately invited to take a seat. So far, he was greatly impressed with the man's professionalism and tact. His willingness to sidestep formalities and get straight to business was something that appealed a great deal to Wes' personal way of operating. The fewer details and pleasantries people spent on introductions, the sooner everyone could get to the true reason anyone did anything for in this galaxy.... Credits.
"Yes, it is Wes." He politely said, taking a seat across from the Commander. "You're man who gets right to the point, I admire that. Fewer pleasantries means more credits." He added, settling into his seat.
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Post by Lord Xion on Jan 26, 2010 7:39:23 GMT -5
Haar landed on tatooine, a sandy planet where much of the galaxy's crime took place. Haar knew that he would only add to this addition when he came but no matter; money was involved. Landing on a barren field not far off from a small tatooine settlement, Haar got out of his fighter and strolled to the town. He would meet the intended contact in a bar who would take him back to where he would get his supposed 'Job'.
Casually stepping in the bar the first thing he noticed was the music was being played at an abnormally fast pace and you could hear things being said aloud such as 'cheater', 'scum', 'low-life', etc. Haar had no concious of what he would do and all of the words above would soon describe him perfectly. Haar wasn't a bad man at heart but when it came to a job he did as he was told.
He walked for a booth were his contact would be and he said "Hello, sir... I beleive i met you here for a reason..."
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Post by Darth Hades on Jan 26, 2010 8:29:19 GMT -5
The snake bite was Jas's least problem, one he did not felt. The moment Gorkon relax his arm around Jas's neck, he quickly used the oppertunity to pull himself out, making his ears turned red from the burn from slipping out. Jas turned his body felling the burn from his waist as Gorkon still held onto him, Cuping his hands and them slapped Gorkon's ears making it ring. Slowly the poision silently began its work on Jas's body.
OOC: Hey mik what are the effects of the snake bite? To make sure i can post correctly.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 28, 2010 12:22:59 GMT -5
For teh Contact:
The contact sat casually at his booth, watching the race at Boonta Eve. His bet had won the race and he would be collecting 1,000 credits from the unlucky loser. First, time to work. A man came over to his booth. Wasn't very sneaky, but he was right to the point. The contact slipped him a card, which directed him to the roof where a shuttle was waiting for him. He got up from his seat and proceeded up the stairs to the roof, telling the guard the guy at his table was with him.
For Wes:
"Haha, you're right there. That's why we accepted you to this fine group of individuals. Anyways Wes, I am going on a mission that means something to me personally, back to my glory days with the Old Republic. It's something that has been pestering me for the past couple of months. I had to put it off for a while because most of the men are either busy or rookies. Although you are a rookie, you haven't taken any missions, I don't think. If you did, I'm sorry. Again, just been busy with other things. My point is, I am going to be needing your help as soon as possible, whenever you are ready. How's that sound?"
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Post by Gamov on Jan 28, 2010 21:31:58 GMT -5
The offer genuinely shocked Wes. He had been asked to help other Merc leaders or crime bosses on a personal level in the past, but never this quickly. Typically, this kind of acceptance and trust was something that had required months of close work with the individual. And more often than not, the tasks to building such a working partnership were always of the more.... Discreet and unsavory nature. Even then, a friendship , such as they were in the criminal world, was never a solid guarantee.
Even so, the promise of extra credits had always incited Wes. Even if he thought or felt they were against his better judgment.
Nodding kindly to the offer, Wes accepted. "Sounds like a good idea to me, sir. Just let me inform my crew of what is going on and then we can be off." Though Wes agreed, he did so with a guarded mind. Though the Commander had extended a hand in friendship, there was no reason to believe that his other hand was not armed. All metaphorically of course.
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Post by Lord Xion on Jan 28, 2010 21:36:34 GMT -5
Haar stood up along with the man and passed him as he stepped up the stairs behind the contact. He stepped in the shuttle after the contact and waited as it took off. Haar pulled out his sword and started to polish it as he waited for the shuttle to land once again at the base he would soon reach.
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