Another Cold Trip (Open and Faction rp)

[General Echo Delta]

(Mainly for the faction, but open to anyone whom wants to jump in.)

Planet: Nar Shaddaa

Starting time: 8:00 am



It was the cold wetness that woke the retired general from her drugged slumber. With a groan, the red haired woman forced herself to stand and get away from the drain pipe on the side of the building. Growling, she took a shaky swig of water before shaking herself completely awake. Looking around, she could see the all to familiar faces of her fellow street wamp rats.

They were far from friends, rather, they simply shared the same burdens and often agreed to aid each other... for a price, anyways. Most of the time, it was a price worth paying as the other simply wanted an item you did not wish to keep. Other times, it was a favor they wanted, a favor you gladly did.

The woman slipped away from the crowd as the familiar buzzing hit her head. "Kriff…." She hissed in pain and annoyance. "Knew I should have watched how much I dranked. Now the pills are gonna be worthless today." Forcing the pain to the back of her mind, she locked it up and looked at the citizens that walked the streets. They came from all walks of life. Some were low class street dwellers like herself while others were rich upper classmen. They would dress all fancy, practically screaming how rich they were by the clothing they wore.

The air was cold, moisture fell from the sky, freezing anyone unlucky enough to not have a decent coat. In other words: it was raining. The woman hissed again, making some birds scatter as she practically ran through the streets.

Slipping into an alley, she leaned against the wall, growling in frustration. She sank into a sitting position, still leaning against the wall. Taking off her pin, she looked at it for what would be the first of over a thousands of times she would today. It had a growling western dragon with a name written on it.
*Echo Delta*

The name she always knew. Echo closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as she held the pic close to her heart.

 

[Zye Woden]

[member="General Echo Delta"]

Since his fall from grace, Zye was scrapping the bottom of existence. The vampire had once hunted some of the galaxy's most dangerous Sithspawn on his homeworld to protect his people--now he was bouncing around as a debt collector and a free agent for whoever needed some muscle. With the hood over his head to protect him from the star overhead, Zye made his way through the streets of Nar Shadaa. This planet was filth, the people on it were filth, and in totality there was disgusting putridness. If Zye had his way he would burn it all to the ground.

He found his quarry across the street, a fat man covered in hair. Stretched over his torso was stained white tee shirt that was two sizes too small. What little hair he had left was greased up in a matted mess. The fat drunk, Matt Benzon, owed a Hutt a few thousand for dumping a shipment of spice. Since he couldn't pay up, the Hutt sent Zye to make an example of the man. The vampire didn't even bother hiding as he crossed the filthy street between him and the fat peice of crap. By the time the drunk realized he was in danger, it was too late. He stumbled onto his feet and tried to run towards the entrance to the alley way, but he was too drunk to run in a strait line. Instead the fat man slammed into the wall, knocked over a pair of garbage cans, and careened into a heap of resfuse. Zye sighed. This pathetic individual wasn't even worth a slug round.

With a flick of his wrist, the vampire sent his short sword flying from his hand. It cut through the air, hissing before it stabbed deep into the fat man's back. He fell face first, his severed spine leaked blood onto the street as the man died slowly. With a twitch of his fingers, the blade returned to Zye. Even this degenerate's blood wouldn't make a suitable meal. He cleaned the blade before sheithing it once more.

"Pathetic," he muttered,

The moment it was back in place his comm chirped. Across its surface were a few words that made him groan:

​Status changed. Retreive the vessel, return it for payment.​

Trust a Hutt to alter the deal at the last minute. To move a freighter of this size, he would need a second hand, skill was honestly not as pressing as any warm body to fill the role. He glanced around, his eyes catching a redhead splayed out here on skidd row.

"Pathetic lifeform," he called out, taking a few steps towards it, "Yes, you with the red hair. Open your eye and quit sniveling. Help me return a ship to its rightful owner and in return, I will give you 1,000 cretits. That should be enough for you to shoot up on enough of your spice of choice so you can end your pathetic excuse for an existence in a peaceful way."

 

[General Echo Delta]

The woman stands up, pushing emotions to the back of her mind. "The ship is in the scrap docks to the south." She placed her pin in her pocket. "I'd hurry up if I were you." She locked her steal gaze on the man. "Besides, Vampires are not usually one to attempt to play nice, so I will warn you. My blood will kill ya."

She did not even react to the now dead drunk. " Bastard was a kriffing flirt anywhom."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Damn this planet, the rain was starting to become a bother for the man. Nar Shadaa was great for it citizens, if you can call them that, to mind their own business. That was his reason for being here after all, commerce was his trade and moving these goods were of the top priority. He hired that damn smuggler to get those Glitterstims and Coaxium off Kessel without causing a problem. Now the Drunk was late along with any proof he had the goods that were required by his customer.

He really needed to stop hiring from the bottom of the barrel. In truth, he had hoped to kill the slime ball after the goods were provided and transported off his junk heap.

Now he was forced to look at the regular hang outs of this karking drunk and get his goods before someone else found out what he was transporting. The ship itself was a piece of junk, but the supplies on board were something worth killing for. At lease for himself that is.

Walking through the rain he was escorted by four NN-2 Droids who were pushing other pedestrians away from Jaster. His dealings with the Hutts were well known in the area, and meant he was hands off unless one of the Hutts allowed it. He did have to deal with them occasionally stealing his goods, but a good turbo laser down their exhaust pipe helped them remember he was out of their league. Walking the streets he had a gut feeling that twisted and turned the closer he got to [member="General Echo Delta"] and [member="Zye Woden"]. As they were in an ally and not really one to catch his eyes, he spoke up to one of the droids. "Niner, get the rest of your unit down here, I think some Force Users have got Butch," He looked around, "We can not let the Queen know we were transporting them, I want that ship found, Intact."

He continued to walk down the street as one of the droids walked the other way. He needed to find that damn ship, good thing he left no route back to him, but the trouble of getting that size of supplies would take too much time. Damn the Force and getting in his way.

 

[Zye Woden]

[member="General Echo Delta"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

Zye scowled at the tiny addict. It was rather amazing that off the bat she was able to tell he was a vampire, but he wasn't about to deny it. Granted, he was trying to stay out of the light, but so was everyone here. He had already fed this morning, while it wasn't the best meal, it had been adequate. What amazed him even more was that she thought she was actually something he would consider feeding on. He had stooped low, but not that low.

"I don't eat junk food," he sneered. "We don't go back on our word any more than any other race, ​especially​ Hutts and humans."

It was an unfortunate and unfair PR issue, one that he didn't care to resolve any time soon. The more people who feared his kind, the more power that leant him. He overheard the richer man from the other end of the ally mentioning how he was looking for a ship as well, carrying a load. There were lots of ships on world carrying loads of drugs, but Zye's gut feeling told him they were probably after the same prize. They might have been able to work it out with a civil conversation--but Zye prefered the more practical option. Beat him there. As a last ditch effort, they could talk. Then shoot each other.

He waited until the droids and man had dispersed. "And it sounds like we better make it fast."

Zye stepped over fresh corpse, moving southward calmly until he was past the next corner away from where the man had been with his droid convoy before breaking into a quck jog. He wove through the crowds of people, along the streets, and over trash heaps. He had somewhere to be quickly and didn't have time for distractions. If the addict kept up with him, then good, they would earn their keep. If not, then he suppposed could find another warm body.

He came to the edge of the scrap docks. He could see the ship they came for--being clamped my massive magnetic cranes and lifted upwards slowly. The crase, slowly but steadily began to move this ship towards a massive furnace. The clock was on.

"Keep watch," he ordered the addict if they were still behind him, "I need to open this gate."

 

[General Echo Delta]

Echo watched as the vampire ran off before going after him. He was foolish enough to work for those blasted huts, but damned if she hated seeing non-plant dwellers die. "Blasted, kriffing idiot." Echo hissed.

She growled slightly as they neared the docks, the noise bothering her sensitive ears. The drugs in her system made the sound seem louder than it really was. The woman slid to a stop as the man slowed down. He told her to keep watch, which made her eyes roll. No one cared enough about the scrapped ships, there would be no guards.

However, she nodded and leaned against the wall.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

"Don't eat junk food? I should not be surprised, you nobles are quite picky about your food arn't you" Kurenai replied to herself half assedly as she watched from afar. A tail of smoke coming from a lite cigar that the veteran mercenary held in her hand, leaning against a wall on the other side of the street, her tattered combat armor and frizzy hair making the woman look like your average Nar Shadda tourist.

Her actual reason for being here? more leads, family business but the main reason was a certain Hutt with a target on their back. With the CIS approaching further on Hutt controlled space the major faction and the crime syndicates where getting into all sorts of underground conflict. With Kunerai being a former mercenary and with other ties to smugglers moon from her family she was quite prefect for the task.

In short her mission was successful, but on the way back she had sensed something familiar and strange sensation through the force, that same feeling of war weariness, but the dark sensation of an old Aquitaine. [member="Zye Woden"] sure seemed to get around as of late, though why the noble Sith Spawn hunter was all the way out here seemed a little odd, that girl following close behind bringing even more mystery.

Taking a final drag on her cigar Kurenai started to follow the two, her force signature perfectly hidden for the time being, something that would keep the woman invisible to te girl and[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], but Zye, he would be able to smell her presence easily. Coming close to the hanger bay she casually walked up behind the two, not caring if either of them saw her.

[member="General Echo Delta"]

 

[General Echo Delta]

"Who the kriff are you?" Echo raised an eyebrow. All this socializing was making her headache worse. She continued to lean against the wall, waiting for the stupid vampire to get his ship.

Echo froze when she heard a click. Turning to look into the scrapyard, she could see that a mechanical arm was coming loose and about to fall...… right on top of the vampire.

With a growl, Echo raised a hand and flicked her wrist, sending the what was left of the arm to the right, away from the ship and onto a large pile of scrap metal.