The Spacer
Feel free to join in wherever you see fit. In the bar, at the space port, driving by in a speeder. The choice is yours.
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TATOOINE
Smoke hung in the air like a blanket, thick and hazy, wafting from burning spice, deathsticks and even a few glowing Felucian cigars. A lazy melody drifted through the room, and in the far corner, atop a stage, a Pa'lowick crooned along to the sounds, adding to the buzz I already felt. A lethan twi'lek danced around the Pa'lowick, moving with such grace she seemed to be floating. The crowd was a hodge-podge of species - there was even a Belugan at the end of the bar, but we all had one thing in common._____________________________________________________
TATOOINE
Drugs. This 'koga ov goo', as Borjo the Hutt liked to put it, sat on the outskirts of Mos Entha, away from the glittery spaceport hubs, down a dusty winding road between a junk shop and a gun shop. 'Zarluff's Cantina,' it was called. Home to all degenerates, dust-heads and dwang shovelers. I supposed I was all three.
Borjo moved a good deal of spice through its dingy doors. Not Glitterstim - that was for richer folk - but there was ryll, tempest, and maybe a dozen other types of spice. Reds, blues, crystals, powder, you name it. And if you were in the know, the bartenders would even add a bit to your drink. Then you could drink it and smoke it. Double the high for double the debt.
But I didn't smoke my supply. I didn't need to. Between the drinks - courtesy of my business with Borjo - and the numerous beings smoking around me, I was content on contact alone. For a little while, my mind would be my own.
Silence was golden. I could attest to that.
I finished my ale, and had already laid down the credits to get another when a powerful hand gripped my shoulder.
"Kale Arkin?"
The voice was low. Rough even, and definitely angry."Never heard of him." I shrugged off the hand, and took a long pull from my glass. Nothing quite beat spiced ale. I welcomed the numbness.
If I hadn't been high though, I'd have felt him coming, whoever he was. I might've even heard his thoughts. As it was, I heard nothing.
"You're lying."
Hn. Two in one day. What are the odds of that?
"Borjo said you would be here," the Zabrak continued, face curling into a snarl. "How did you kill my brother, little human? You're nothing but a druggy."
This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. Borjo had sold me out. Without his endorsement, without his patronage... I had nothing. Nothing at all. I was a nerf without a herd.
I didn't let my panic show though. It wasn't hard. I just focused on the numbness. "Dobra chuyo dobra."
None of them had drawn a blaster. I almost laughed. What a bunch of koochoos. I pulled my gun before they could react, and let off three quick shots into the crowd. The reaction was awe-inspiring. Spacers were drawing and firing at one another before you could say 'lickmoomoo'.
The Zabrak tried to bat away my blaster, but stray shots forced him back, and I took the opportunity to drop his Belugian friend before dashing into the crowd, heading for the exit hidden behind the stage. Behind the building a dirt path lead down into the slums, before splitting off to the main road, and the massive spaceports on the other side of the city. Borjo's palace was that way too.
Over the cacophony of shouts and blaster fire, a sort of whispering swept up from the crowd. I grew angry. Restless. Excited.
Damn. The spice was already wearing off. I had to get away from Tattooine and back into space. Back into silence.
But I wanted revenge first. Borjo had sold me out. He was practically family. The last remnant of my past, the last connection to my father, and one of a handful of beings in the galaxy who even knew my name...
I was going to kill him.
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slimo - slime-ball
Dobra chuyo dobra - I am what I am
koochoos- idiots
lickmoomoo - dessert
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VAULT
Raven sat idly in the darkest booth his eyes set on. He had been sitting there for a few hours now, listening for any hint that could set him on the trail for his enemies. That was when the gang walked in, and obviously to no good as well. The bickered with a druggy who had made this bar his resting place for the time being. This gang of low lives seemed suspicious enough. The best course of action sailed through Ravens head until he had found it. These men must know at least something about the facility Raven had woken up in just a few hours earlier. The facility was without a name, and inhabitants. Onlt a few years back Raven was killed in an explosion, but now, he has somehow awoken in an abandoned medical station, completely renewed.
Nobody seemed to notice the high pitched sound hum that was made as Raven heaed up his blaster. Standing up, he walked in the shadows over to the group. They were obviously close to a fight.
"Now, everyone here is going to shut the kriff up, before they get a blaster in the knee!" Raven screamed through his mask, with a gun pointed to the drunkard, and a gun pointed to the gang.
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Vladimir
Vladimir stumbled out of the bar's hidden exit... it looked like the man hit rock bottom since last year's droid rebellion, and he had to have gotten to that point now, to be drunk off his 48 year old arse in a bar in Tattooine...
"Ugh, where the kark did my life go in that one year..."
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Just before shots fired...
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I twitched to grab my blaster before the Zabrak could retaliate when a voice rung out. A man had approached, with a blaster in each hand. Hn. Gun-happy much?"Now, everyone here is going to shut th - !"
I didn't wait to hear what he had to say. To be honest, I didn't really care. I didn't like his tone, or his audacity. And what sort of of stupaannounced himself like that anyway?
I let one round loose into the crowd and another into the Belugan's chest, then I took off in a blur of motion, sprinting into the throng of angry spacers. The Belugan hadn't even hit the ground yet and I was already halfway across the room, ducking beneath errant blaster bolts as I raced to the exit. I didn't look back, but that didn't stop me from reaching back and squeezing off a couple rounds or six. My gun was set to stun, so I wasn't worried about hitting bystanders.
The Pa'lowick screeched when I rushed past him, and I almost tripped over myself when the lethan caught my eye, but I couldn't stop now. That Zabrak would definitely kill me if he caught me.
You know, eye for an eye and all that.
I dived behind the stage and threw open the exit, sprinting out into the street -
And right into the back of a short, white haired man stumbling drunkenly down the road. Our meeting was quick, loud, and painful.
"Uba wermo!" I exclaimed as I rolled to my feet, wincing all the while. I'd hit my head pretty hard. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to properly express my anger and annoyance, so I settled for a scathing glare that quickly melted to panic as the buzz from the spice grew weaker and weaker, and the thoughts and feelings trickling from the pub and the surrounding locale steadily grew from a stream to a river.
Damn it all to hell. As soon as I was able, I was going to take a hit. I needed the numbness back. "Run away old man. Trouble's coming." Then I backed up from the door, and took aim. Je mo hoohah. Me or them.
But I wasn't going to run.
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uba wermo - you stupid person/idiot/worm
je mo hooha - me or them
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Vladimir
Vladimir then fell and caught himself before he landed on his face, then said as he got up "I may have white hair, but I'm not that old." then when Vladimir was on his feet, he took out two completely different blasters and aimed one at the door and the other in the air, then shot both blasters with a smirk on his face as the blaster bolt shot into the pub made contact and the other bolt flew into the sky as a warning shot. "Now, I usually intend to kill when I use the blaster in my right hand, and my left is set to stun. Hopefully this former CEO won't have to murder anyone here."
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When we left off, Kale was making his way to Borjo's palace for revenge, Vault (Raven) had followed Kagur to the spaceport in pursuit of information, and our resident Dark Jedi and Sith Lord were both enjoying the hospitality of Borjo's palace.
Let the carnage ensue.
I'll post first and then we can continue on with the story.