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Post by Qymaen jai Sheelal on Sept 15, 2006 7:39:51 GMT 10
[green]GRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---![/green]
The thud was enough to send shivers up even this accomplished warriors spine...
Moments Before...
Hutt... Give me my freedom. You have used me enough. It is time for me to take my leave of you.
Hu hu hu hu... I can not agree, to those terms... Your life is mine, whether in this plain, or another!
Fine... You shall have it in the other.
The Kaleesh warrior bent at his knees, and sprung forth, the Lig sword and his spear already at his beck and call, he jabbed forth with the sword, plowing it sternly into the enormous fat of this hutt. The spear, however, aimed directly at the hutt's head, and while he looked down at the sword, which had flown into him, the spear arced into the hutt's eye, the hutt immediately screeching in pain and flailing about.
The Kaleesh kicked the hover bed that the hutt lay on, and pushed, it began to careen towards the edge. He grabbed his sword and spear quickly, and attacked them to his hip and his back respectively, and then pulled out his slugh thrower. He fired two shots into the Hutt's side, causing him to screech even louder in pain, and then finally cascading off the balcony, plummeting to the concrete below.
The guards looked incredulously at the man, before wielding their axes. The skull faced man, shook his head slowly, lowering the Czerka Slugthrower to his hip, aiming it at their general direction. The two Gymoreans, quickly yelped in their own language, and took of running.
Qymaen shook his head once more, restrapped the slughthrower, and walked in the opposite direction.
At a Cantina...
A half naked woman danced, and men around her cat called and hooted at her, throwing credits into a machine. Others listened to music, and played petty card games.
Yet, in one corner, a light was shining, the catina relatively dark otherwise. It shown down upon a skulled face, tusks coming down from the skull, ornamental, but ferocious. The man wearing it was reptilian, with legs that bent backwards at the knee. He had brown scaly skin, that was covered, with fully body bindings, the only parts exposed his hands, which were even drier, but strong. He was lithe, yet tough.
He was Qymaen jai Shaleel.
He, was a bounty Hunter...
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Post by Isus Jarode on Sept 16, 2006 10:43:00 GMT 10
"Corellian Frigate Ragnorak, this is Nar Shaddaa Orbital Authority..." The lizard-like voice resonating from the voice seemed dull and somehow robotic, the rough notes of the speaker seemingly flat and feeling as if his Basic language was some sort of program; had he been similar to the Human Race, Isus Jarode knew this sort of person could easily substitute for a droid. "Orbital Authority, this is the Ragnorak, requesting permission to place my Frigate in a point three-oh-seventeen orbit around Freighter beacon three D." Jarode's request was simple and neutral; no frustration, no hassle. "Request accepted Ragnorak; will you require a shuttle to the moon's surface?" the Trandoshan replied with a similar robotic tone, and with a surprisingly polite tone at that; most Trandoshans hated 'Smooth Skins.' "That's a negative OA, I've got a light fighter docked in my hangar bay; thanks for the offer." Jarode replied, his fingers playing across the console of his coordinate initiator, his mind activating the hangar bay lighting system on with the aid of the Force. "Of course Ragnorak; please enjoy your stay on Nar Shaddaa." with that, the Trandoshan was logged off the transponder, and Isus couldn't help but smirk, "Enjoy Nar Shaddaa? What do I look like, a Gamorrean?" frowning at himself for a moment and taking a sniff from his shirt, Isus nods in satisfaction, "Well, I don't smell like a Gamorrean at least..." ***** Walking away from his landed " Prowler" Starfighter, Isus Jarode finds himself inching closer and closer to the main Plaza - of sorts... - in Nar Shaddaa's Refugee Sector. Wearing a simple set of tunic, vest and slacks, Isus had his personal DL-44 slung on his hip, and his laser eye aiming at everything else for analysis. Everything seemed quiet at this time of the night; yet even still, the planet, the city... it teemed with life... but a strange echo seemed to resonate from the Force, as if the planet was wounded from all the life and obvious death. Shrugging off his connections, Jarode strolls into the nearby bar hub, passing by a Wee-Quay guard and finding himself at a nearby bar stool. "Corellian Ale, chilled and stirred in a simple - but clean - glass." Isus muttered from his lower lip, seemingly more interested with gazing around the joint then the face of his serving Aqualish. Spending a long look through the Pazzaak and Sabacc tables, the Dejarik corner in the far right, and at last, the sitting quarters for the infinite number of racing gamblers; Podracers from Tattoine, Skim runners from Bespin, Kath Hound races on Gamorr, Swoop racing courses here on Nar Shaddaa, and everything else in between. The place was a credit burning factory, and everyone seemed to correspond with glee and scowl. Nodding his head in complete disgust for the waste of time, Isus subconscious grabs his ale and takes what he planned to be a small sip, and ends up prolonging for something much deeper. He hadn't expected Nar Shaddaa's adaptations of Core world beverages to be so accurate; taking a long sigh from the gulp, Isus looks back to nod in satisfaction to his bartender, who nods back with what seemed to be a grin of tentacles. Looking back to the bar, Isus begins scanning the place again, searching for a particular subject... Until he found it. 'A Kaleesh... on Nar Shaddaa... and that name the rumors filtered... could it be? It's been more than seventy years since his supposed death, is it truly possible the infamous General Grievous is still alive? No... no, this one looks completely natural. He's a gimmick, and in my opinion, it doesn't seem wise to take up a dead android's name with so many Jedi and Sith around the Galaxy again...' Taking another long gulp from his drink, Isus Jarode keeps his eyes set on the odd looking alien, knowing all too well that eventually, such a fierce looking beast would eventually notice his unwanted attention and commit to ending it. |
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Post by Qymaen jai Sheelal on Sept 16, 2006 13:06:38 GMT 10
The Kaleesh had indeed taken attention, and already had his weapons ready. He knew the man an adversary, as soon as he walked in. He had the 'aura' of a jedi, his races second most mortal enemy, behind the Huk menace. Qymaen knew his name for what it was, which is why he had taken it.
It remained to be seen why to anyone but his own eyes.
He immediately had the slugthrower aimed in the Jedi's general direction under the table, which the man could no doubtly see. His hand rested gently on its trigger and handle, his eyes behind the mask perking, as if saying "Come, I dare you". He layed his other scaly hand upon the table abruptly, and a waitress came over. He ordered that a drink be sent to the man with the 'wired up eye' in his name, and that if the man wanted to join him, he may come over here.
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Post by Isus Jarode on Sept 17, 2006 15:49:19 GMT 10
"Um... sir?" The Twi-lek waitress seemingly responded to her request in kind, her ignorance to the situation obvious, her innocence kept clear, "The Kaleesh over there wished me to offer you another drink - by his expense of course. He also adds that if you wish..."
"Forget the drink, but thanks for the notice." Came a quick reply from the ignoring Isus Jarode, his blue eye closed, his artificial beam staring into space. His right hand was in the business of finishing his first drink, and he had already ordered a second. His left hand was seemingly motionless, but an odd jerk suddenly ran through the old leathered limb, yet quickly disappeared. Finally opening his eye, Isus turned on his heel as his right palm placed the first ale down and obtained the successor. The Twi-lek blinks her eyes on him in astonishment, and yet quickly shrugs it off and continues her work.
'This one's interesting. He offers me a drink while aiming that bloody rifle of his. He can't be an Assassin, considering he's clearly showing off such a bloody large gun... then again, that obvious hostility to me gives off the impression that...'
Isus furrowed his brows, acting as if he shrugs off the thought, but seemingly deciding to allow it drift and be forgotten for now. He had already dealt with the latest danger either way: within ten seconds - or thirty if the Kaleesh was an idiot - the supposed hostile would realize a curious detail regarding his slugthrower's energy converter.
To place it simply, the energy clip was still filtering a flow, and the slugs were still sitting in the barrel, but the 'hammer' was now cracked and caught on the clip, and if the fool pulled the trigger... well... Isus would have to bribe a few bartenders for the remaining mess of shrapnel and flesh.
'The perks of being a Jedi... uh... Force user...'
Slowly treading over to his supposed companion, Isus took his seat across the Kaleesh and took a large gulp of his ale, keeping his hands above the table, dictating the lack of an intent for his personal blaster.
However, the Force is a cunning thing, considering the old Consular felt the precense of the creature through his mind's eye.
'If I wasn't hiding some aspects, I could find such an easy time dealing with him... I hope in his current situation, there's no hope of combatting me. So what else could he want?'
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Post by Qymaen jai Sheelal on Sept 18, 2006 3:52:50 GMT 10
The Kaleesh thought he heard a slight ping, and knowing immediately that his gun had been tampered with, he realized he wouldn't fire it. However, to keep up a feign of ingorance, he continued to tap his left hand across the trigger guard, tempting the jedi.
Qymaen wasn't dumb. He knew what his name dictated, a complete distrust from anyone. Thats how he liked it.
A loner.
A warrior.
A mercenary.
A lone...
He moved his right hand to the drink, and sipped it through a straw type aparatus, such that he wouldn't have to remove the ceremonial mask that covered his face. Behind his mask, a devilish grin took to the Lizard-like maw. From an abominal hiss, the Kaleesh's voice a scratchy, unused tool in his trade.
Jeedi.....
You've come, for me? I have done no harm, but rid Nar Shaddaa of a pesssky Hutt...
His voice was radically different from any recordings of the General Greivous, the original Qymaen. He sounded almost russian in his context, but this Kaleesh's ss were drawn out...
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Post by Isus Jarode on Sept 18, 2006 4:59:57 GMT 10
"Interesting, how people assume those of the Force are Jedi..." Isus quietly replied just before taking a quick sip of his drink, his blue eye closing to the fumes of the alcohol, yet his right eye creating a world of black, gray and red for Jarode to look upon for protection. Placing his drink back down, Isus looked to his "host" with a smirk, "I'm not here to slay you, if that's your assumption, although I'm sure you wanted a Jedi to hunt you, considering you took his name. However, I'm not a Jedi Watchmen like some radical Jedi are, I'm a Historian, and was merely curious as to why a random Kaleesh hunter would take up the name of a deceased traitor."
Isus glanced down to the movement of the creature's trigger arm, and just nodded it off; either the Kaleesh had not noticed the disarmament, or he was ignoring it. Either way, Isus had himself protected... for now. Without his Lightsaber beside him (OOC: I'm not still unsure if Isus has retrieved it yet, considering Solis is busy...) then any form of battle would have to be through pure Force power, and such things were magnets for trouble on a world like Nar Shaddaa.
"I'm here because I was curious why a mere Bounty Hunter would take the name of General Grievous. After all, few from this time period know what his former name was, considering Palpatine purged many of the files of the Clone Wars, so you would have expected a wise and powerful Force wielder to hunt you. Perhaps you were expecting a Sith? Perhaps the Jedi's Grand Master - Solis Fay'den - to hunt you? Who knows, you aliens can be so difficult to hypothesize at times..."
Taking another sip, Isus placed the drink down and looked back to his host. There had been considerations of some use of this creature, and perhaps now was the time to deal in them.
"I will tell you up front stranger, I am no Jedi... nor am I a Sith. I am what they call... a follower of the Gray Philosophy, and as such are not restricted by either Orders. You are no enemy to me unless you foolishly make yourself one, and I promise you..." Isus leans in closer, both eyes - artificial and natural - gazing sternly into his host, "I never hold back on my enemies; the deaths of the Yuuzong Vong by my hand... or more, the Force... are proof of that. Now then, I have a proposition for you."
Pulling out a small leather Corellian wallet, Isus pulls out five cards and drops them into the very center of the table, taking a quick glance to the to right in guarantee no mere thug will make a run for them. Whispering silently, Isus remarks to Sheelal, "Ten thousand credits, all upfront, and perhaps a significant bonus if you complete my offer. The job is simple: you search for the location of the Sith Temple on Korriban and record its coordinates; you locate any and every single 'Gray' Jedi known in current registrations of the Jedi Order, and then establish a tally chart of the strength of the current Jedi that seem to pop out for attention. Don't do this for the Sith, you'll only endanger yourself, and if they attack you, run. I can't have you killed, I'll need you in the future for... similar things...
"Now, there you are. Ten thousand as a 'contribution' and request that you follow this favor, and an oath that if you accomplish this with accurate results, I'll reward you with each successful objective. Five thousand for Sith coordinates, five thousand for the location of all Gray Jedi, and twenty five hundred for the registration of significant Jedi. That list includes a particular Jedi Padawan named Talmic Jarac, understand?"
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Post by Qymaen jai Sheelal on Sept 18, 2006 5:06:58 GMT 10
Qymaen watched as the man spoke, taking note of his mannerisms, and remembering them all.
However, when he dropped the credits on the table, the Kaleesh was suspect.
Only when he heard his objective did he smile again underneath the mask.
So, go to Korriban, and find out about Sssith? And then find this, Talmic Jarac, and give you coordinatess? Thats, it? And record any Grey Jedi I ssseee? Sounds easy... Correct me if I am wrong...
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Post by Isus Jarode on Sept 18, 2006 5:28:20 GMT 10
"Perhaps it is easy, perhaps it is not. There are many Jedi in the Galaxy now my friend, and there are also many Sith. Just note though, I'm not throwing all these credits at you because I expect the job to be difficult, that just happens to be a little starting gift of respect. I'm a businessman after all, and I have the funds to afford such things. However, I would like to avoid any damage done to the Jedi you register, especially the Jedi known as Jarac. That would is an important idol to me, and he has potential for... training of the Force. Merely locate him, record any information about him you deem important - personality, weapons, friends, enemies, family - and then do the same for the other notable Jedi. Korriban should be very simple... but be warned, never underestimate the Sith Order, or you'll end up like the Kaleesh whose name you have stolen. Now..." Isus stood up now at last, taking one last sip of his drink, and looking back to the Hunter, "Last chance for questions son, or are we clear?"
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Post by Qymaen jai Sheelal on Sept 18, 2006 8:50:04 GMT 10
The Kaleesh licked his lips inside his mask, breathing heavily, and a slight shiver went down him. It was terribly cold in this cantina, compared to his homeland, which he still yearned for.
Recorde this Jarac person,
Locate the Sith Temple on Korriban
Find all jedi in the galaxy that have acceeded to the rank of importance, and their being casts a difference in history.
Understood...
Now fix my weapon.
The Kaleesh's eyes narrowed inside the mask, visibly. The white in his eyes grew, and the red pinpricks that were his retina bore holes towards the gray jedi.
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Post by Isus Jarode on Sept 18, 2006 12:09:24 GMT 10
"Oh yes... that..." Isus grunted as his right hand quickly jerked off by an inch, just as a quiet 'click' could be heard from the slugthrower yet again.
"You're clear; but if there happens to be a flaw with it in a few weeks, that's not my fault... honestly." Isus nodded to his hired gun and turned on his heel, "You have six months to complete the assignment. When you've completed and objective and wish to turn in for goods, find me... that's right, find me. If you can locate Jedi and Sith across the Galaxy, you can certainly relocate me. Now, I'll be headng off..."
And with that, Isus Jarode passed by the bar, slipped out a small twenty five credit card, and walked out of the building, seeing if there was anything else left for him to commit to inside Nar Shaddaa.
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Post by Qymaen jai Sheelal on Sept 20, 2006 9:16:38 GMT 10
The Kaleesh quickly swiped the credits into a bag, one horribly scaly clawed hand sweeping across the table. He shouldered the bag, which he brought in, and walked out, to his starship, an Old School Mandalorian transport, refurbished with extra weapons, and a warp speed generator installed.
He checked final preparations, and took off, warning Klaxons blaring behind his quickly accelerating craft. The bay doors began to shut, so he, almost boredly, adjusted the accelerator to full, and blasted out, leaving the bay a good 20 seconds ahead of the doors closing. He opened the back entrance, and dropped a 1,000 credit chip out the door, which landed inside a recepticle outside the bay, only to be picked up by one of the engineers later that day.
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