Day One: Turtle Power

[Gorba the Hutt]

Four shapes flitted between garbage heaps on the surface of Raxus Prime. The planet was one giant dump zone. The rust from a billion decaying parts of metal gave it a reddish hue, while a brown smog seemed to hang permanently over everything. The shapes stopped at the edge of a cliff, staring down below.

"Oh man," muttered one of the Yinchorri, "This planet is as ugly as your mom."

"That'd be your mom too, Mikkee," said another Yinchorri. He wore a purple satchel and carried a bo staff.

"Uuuh, right."

"Shh," by now it should be no surprise that this was yet another Yinchorri. This one wore twin blades on his back and a blue belt around his waist.

Leeyo glanced at his brothers, frowning in concentration. Mikkee's sense of comedy knew no bounds, but he was more worried about what would happen if Raff decided he got angry. They all might be brothers, but each had their flaws. It would be so easy for the mission to fall apart.

What mission?

Why, assassinating a Futureless Force Society operative on Raxus Prime, of course. In the way lay hundreds of old, misshapen droids and a security detail of Rodian thugs.

No problem.

 

[Corey's OOC]

They were four totally radical Yinchorr. At least that was what his brother would say. Raff, though, was focused. They came here for a reason, and it wasn’t to argue.

“So, when are we going to find this guy? Isn’t that your job, Don?”

The purple-satchel wearing Yinchorr eyed his brother and sighed. “Its going to take a second…” He saw the approaching thugs. “Oh look, you can go handle those guys for now, and keep them off my back.”

Really, that concept was making Raff happy. As happy as the Red Scarfed Yinchorr could get, at least. He looked over to the ‘leader’ of the group and nodded expectantly. Was it time yet?