Venandi
ARC outta Time
Abregado-Rae, it was a lawless world, one fit for smugglers and less savory folk, and situated in the core. It was a rather perfect place for things to happen and then disappear from official records, a fact that Venandi wanted to use to his advantage. It wasn't too long ago that he had been freed from his cryo pod aboard his ship, thanks to the efforts of Mauda, some stormtrooper, and some others. At the time, Venandi wasn't fully there, so he hadn't attacked the Jedi, but as time had passed, memories had come back. With those memories came anger, so he decided to get rid of some of it while discovering more about the galactic situation. What better place to start than somewhere where the people didn't care what others thought.
The Dominus emerged from hyperspace in system, it was recently repaired from the damage done by that stormtrooper, but aside from that, it looked its age. All nigh 900 years of age, it was worn down but still looked like it could pack a punch. However, the ship wasn't the most dangerous thing there, it was the 4 clone troopers on board that were the most dangerous. They were unstable and enhanced ARC troopers, they didn't care about others, only each other, and they certainly wouldn't be cowed by any scum.
That reason was why the Dominus approached orbit of Abregado-Rae, other ships left them alone, after all, what could an 800+ year old ship offer any of them. The thought caused Venandi to smile, even as he was planning his move. No doubt the main spaceport had a cantina and that's where most information was exchanged and gossip was to be had. Thus a small shuttle left the Dominus and headed towards the spaceport, with a cargo hold of deadly troopers. Each of the ARCs was decked out in full experimental ARC trooper armor, though they had their less deadly weapons with them, not that it would affect them in combat. All of them were equipped with DC-17 pistols, either a DC-15s or a 15a, while one had a bowcaster and another had a whip.
They landed and quickly muscled their way past the guards who demanded payment for parking, something none of them were willing to accommodate. The guards however were surprised, they just saw living relics walk past them, and they didn't know what to do. So they simply didn't report anything and decided to wait things out. Venandi and his brothers were a different matter though, they weren't going to wait, but get straight to the chase. They made their way towards the cantina in the space port, the biggest and most famous one.
Sneering behind his helmet, Venandi could only somewhat believed that he was resorting to this, but he'd have to, to see his brothers and himself through and into credits. They arrived at the cantina a few short moments later, a sleezy looking place called 'Havens Rest.' Rolling his eyes at the name, Venandi and his men opened the door and walked in. They stood out immediately, though their black and red armor didn't reflect the light the way their shiny counterparts would. However, they were one of the few groups that were armed and armored, and the only ones with helmets on. Everyone else within the cantina was dressed in loose outfits, smuggler outfits, and looked ready to shoot as quickly as flee. Ignoring all the stares though, Venandi made his way to the bar, passing by several dancers, waiters/waitresses, and customers.
He arrived at the bar with his brothers shortly thereafter There the bartender spared them a glance and paused, not understanding what he was seeing. The man knew of stormtroopers, but these weren't that and looked like clone troopers, but he knew they should all be dead. Shaking his head, the bartender asked instead what they'd like to drink. Removing his helmet, with his brothers doing so shortly thereafter, Venandi ordered 4 corellian whiskeys, something strong but not too strong. A minute later the drinks were there and paid for, with Venandi and his brothers sitting down at the bar. 2 of them were facing the rest of the cantina while the other 2 were faced partially to the door and the bar. The spoke softly to each other, gazes passing people over, and showing little to no compassion for anything they saw, to say it unnerved some was an understatement. The bartender would've had them stop, but he was also unnerved by them and left them be. Thus the 4 clones sat at the bar, quietly talking and drinking away, listening in on what was happening around them and not interfering with anything they saw.
The Dominus emerged from hyperspace in system, it was recently repaired from the damage done by that stormtrooper, but aside from that, it looked its age. All nigh 900 years of age, it was worn down but still looked like it could pack a punch. However, the ship wasn't the most dangerous thing there, it was the 4 clone troopers on board that were the most dangerous. They were unstable and enhanced ARC troopers, they didn't care about others, only each other, and they certainly wouldn't be cowed by any scum.
That reason was why the Dominus approached orbit of Abregado-Rae, other ships left them alone, after all, what could an 800+ year old ship offer any of them. The thought caused Venandi to smile, even as he was planning his move. No doubt the main spaceport had a cantina and that's where most information was exchanged and gossip was to be had. Thus a small shuttle left the Dominus and headed towards the spaceport, with a cargo hold of deadly troopers. Each of the ARCs was decked out in full experimental ARC trooper armor, though they had their less deadly weapons with them, not that it would affect them in combat. All of them were equipped with DC-17 pistols, either a DC-15s or a 15a, while one had a bowcaster and another had a whip.
They landed and quickly muscled their way past the guards who demanded payment for parking, something none of them were willing to accommodate. The guards however were surprised, they just saw living relics walk past them, and they didn't know what to do. So they simply didn't report anything and decided to wait things out. Venandi and his brothers were a different matter though, they weren't going to wait, but get straight to the chase. They made their way towards the cantina in the space port, the biggest and most famous one.
Sneering behind his helmet, Venandi could only somewhat believed that he was resorting to this, but he'd have to, to see his brothers and himself through and into credits. They arrived at the cantina a few short moments later, a sleezy looking place called 'Havens Rest.' Rolling his eyes at the name, Venandi and his men opened the door and walked in. They stood out immediately, though their black and red armor didn't reflect the light the way their shiny counterparts would. However, they were one of the few groups that were armed and armored, and the only ones with helmets on. Everyone else within the cantina was dressed in loose outfits, smuggler outfits, and looked ready to shoot as quickly as flee. Ignoring all the stares though, Venandi made his way to the bar, passing by several dancers, waiters/waitresses, and customers.
He arrived at the bar with his brothers shortly thereafter There the bartender spared them a glance and paused, not understanding what he was seeing. The man knew of stormtroopers, but these weren't that and looked like clone troopers, but he knew they should all be dead. Shaking his head, the bartender asked instead what they'd like to drink. Removing his helmet, with his brothers doing so shortly thereafter, Venandi ordered 4 corellian whiskeys, something strong but not too strong. A minute later the drinks were there and paid for, with Venandi and his brothers sitting down at the bar. 2 of them were facing the rest of the cantina while the other 2 were faced partially to the door and the bar. The spoke softly to each other, gazes passing people over, and showing little to no compassion for anything they saw, to say it unnerved some was an understatement. The bartender would've had them stop, but he was also unnerved by them and left them be. Thus the 4 clones sat at the bar, quietly talking and drinking away, listening in on what was happening around them and not interfering with anything they saw.
