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Fish Hell

Alone. It was a most unpleasant feeling, even if caused by her own fruition. She had importance in life, she supplied the community with weapons that helped in the annihilation of entire families, again and again. This was the Resu way, a never ending vendetta. Did she despise it? Probably not. But it was through these tests of strength in life that her damaged fin from the wound she received from the hungry jaws of her mouth, upon her entering the ocean for the first time, that caused her to be something less than an ordinary warrior.

She believed she had received importance when she at first slowly migrated to the supply lines of the battlefield of life, the backbone of successful campaigns. These feelings though, eventually subsided and then completely left her. Leaving her to feel incomplete, broken, disused, worthless. A mere Slave to a race of conquerors; granted the spoils were only ever temporary territory that was notoriously more difficult to keep maintained than wars fought on land, due to the nature of three dimensional civilization.

She was a deserter, technically, of life. As to be Resu at this age was to kill the other family at any cost but the cost of your families destruction. She had allowed a piece of the backbone of her families spine within the military sphere of power in the Realm of Resu upon the unnamed terrestrial world, to break under her absence. To be perfectly honest she would find it difficult to believe that they would find an adequate replacement for her, and she wouldn't be surprised if they were completely eradicated within a year.

She didn't care though. She wasn't Resu any more. She was Mercenary. Or at least, she would be, even if she didn't quite know it yet. Currently, she was merely a Pilot with no destination. But currently, she was just above fish hell...

Tatooine
 

Zev Stargo

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Z
Two fireballs hung in permanent suspension in the dark void of space with the burning embrace of their life essence forever wrapped around Tatooine, the scorching ball of sand that was forced into an eternal companionship with heat and despair. Observing it from the view port of his newly commandeered Palleon-Class Star Destroyer, Zev saw the makings of a long cherished dream. While the planet was not ideal and the climate was anything but satisfying, it was the beacon of hope that Zev's long sought for desires were coming to fruition. Freedom, true freedom was what the desolate desert planet represented, not the falsified blur of freedom that so many galactic governments pumped into the minds of the mentally inadequate and the hopeless. Here, nothing stopped you from achieving freedom except yourself, and if you neglected to rip the freedom from the jaws of the galaxy it was your own fault.

Zev checked his watch for the time, it was five minutes to six, the hour that meant he could have one of his first two evening cigars. He had grown an addiction to the sweet Tabac that the luxury cigars held within them, it was a sweet nectar that tasted like the smells of the richest summer breezes on Naboo. As he sat, his right foot hammering the ground beneath him with a consistent tapping, his captain called to him from his position in the dip of the room.

"Sir, we have an unidentified ship entering our space." sir a term once reserved for the disgusting Gen'Dai ruler of the Southern Triad was now Zev's to hold. It was much less of a title of honor and more of a stamp to designate the highest bidder. These soldiers, and all of those in the merc army and all those in every operation the Syndicate owned did not serve a man, they served a name. More specifically they served their name on a check.

"Is it Republic?" Zev asked

"Negative, it looks civilian. It might be a smuggler but it's not ours." The captain replied

Zev looked out the window of the port, his emerald eyes meeting the obsidian void as he thoughtfully considered his options. With the calmness of a quiet storm, Zev gave his orders "Very well Captain, dispatch a boarding crew to evaluate the vessel."

"Right away sir." The captain replied as his fingers danced around his console.
 
(OCC: I apologize for the delay)

While the relatively small vessel hung within the sky of ocean of sand, alerts sounded through the water onto Iron Giants skin. Her thermal display elaborated to the electrical warnings coursing through the water. Intruders! This was not good, though she was brave; she had never before encountered aliens. Though the entry was hostile, this was more of a greeting for her. Thus it only made sense to return the favor. She screeched at the command to apply to her the simple life suit that Resu Pilots used regularly.

With the non-armored, lightweight Resu equivalent of a garment fully on her person, she swam though the caverns of her ship, which had long since been devoid of Resu life, not including her food supply of live prey. The intruders would come unto a most interesting surprise entering her ship. No one had forcibly attempted to enter her ship before, and she doubted humans would have the initial intelligence of suspecting the occupants were not human; though that might be her peoples anthropocentric views of themselves.

While they pried their way in, she awaited them just outside.
 

Zev Stargo

Guest
Z
(It's okay my friend)

Zev watched a live feed of the action on one of his mercenaries clone helmets. The boarding party consisted of six human mercs and a single B2 programmed to understand a wide variety of languages so that it can shout orders to the victims of the ship. It looked they were having an especially hard time with the door, which was odd since the prying device they were using was made to counter the normal pressures of a docking door. It took several minutes before the merc handling the door shouted out that he had finally got the right pressure to force the door open.

"Check" The merc in the back whispered as he tapped the shoulder of the comrade in front of him. That merc tapped the comrade in front of him and so on and so forth until the tap came to the merc at the door. All the verbal communications were going through a secure comm link in the helmets but they all still acted as if everyone could hear them.

"Entering!" the front most solider yelled into the comm as he forced the door open and a massive wave of water smashed into the camera and obscured Zev's view.
 
A moment of surprise filled her face as she suddenly lurched forward as the door they had been attempting to breach flooded into a place unknown. Water continued to pour out, and it began to worry her. Her ship was leaking water fast (how ironic), and if it continued it threatened to be completely run dry. This was the bad news of the intruders boarding her ship, though she had nothing else much to do. She had no way of stopping its coming. Unused to it quite yet, she lay flat upon her belly as she slide across the interior of this alien place, she hobbled around to see her ship bleed of its valuable contents. An electric cry lurch from her fins into the suit, which did its best with limited technology to translate.

"Assistance!" She cried. A mechanical exoskeleton then engaged, to enable her to walk, though in this environment it would be relatively useless with the oncurrent of water. She repeated her cry.
 

Zev Stargo

Guest
Z
"The f**k is that thing!" The merc that Zev was observing screamed as he fired a few shots through the water at the fish like creature. As expected the rest of the cowardly mercs began firing randomly into the ship. Zev watched for a second, his green eyes studying the scene until he decided that this fish might be of some use...if it was Rusu that would be an interesting contact to have.

"commander, seize your fire. I want to hear what our friend has to say."
 
Iron Giant flinched rapidly as the shots were fired, she was lucky whoever was commanding them stopped in time because her life suit was about as handy at stoping blasters as wool clothing. In other words, it didn't. Luckily water also helped to absorb some of the shots effectively enough, the sole source of her unrest. She wriggled as best she could to swim agains the current, flaring her fins towards the door.

"Asssistance! Valuable! Assistanceee!" She shreaked at the frightened soldiers. Of course she didn't know what it was her translator was doing for her, in speaking, but in front of a bunch of criminals (though she didn't obviously know that's what they were) Valuable was most likely not the correct choice of words. It would certainly gain their attention.
 

Zev Stargo

Guest
Z
Zev watched as the fish tried to swim against the current of the flowing water. "Asssistance! Valuable! Assistanceee!" Zev listened as the translator of the creatures suit worked to communicate its message. Zev took a puff of a cigar he had lit and starred at the screen

"Have the droid relay this message in Rusu, we are willing to listen to you, the droid will enter your ship so that we can talk. If you attempt to escape or harm the droid we will open that hatch and watch you flop around on our deck."
 
"Listen, follow, negotiation. Negate aggression, outcome torment." Was approximately what she gathered from the droid that spoke to her. She thought she gathered the meaning, and although she would much rather drive her tusks into the hulking droids torso she wasn't exactly in the position of power. Thus she listened, and followed, to negotiate. Eventually, they were able to find a solution to the flooding problem, enough for her suit to stand, reaching a height equal to that of the droid.

"Accepted." She convayed to the droid. So then they entered her ship, a far more comfortable environment for her to negotiate. Such a strange word to her, as there was not one like in Resu. For Resu, there was no negotiation in war, no more than there was peace in life. For Resu, battle and war were constant variables of society. She knew how to follow a superior though, and as much as she didn't want it to be, the machine was superior. She wondered exactly what it was that the human wanted to declare, as there was no other word really that fit within the description of negotiation. As far as she could tell, it meant to declare a need, as the other party declares a need, and the two ally with each other to forfill only one of the needs, or only certain parts of the needs. To her, it seemed like a losing situation either way. Regardless, if she was going to lose, the droid or whatever was communicating with her would lose with her.
 

Zev Stargo

Guest
Z
Zev studied the fish creature as the mercs closed the door behind them and stood around the droid, it was obvious that they were as curious as children when it came to the Resu. In fact Zev found the creature most curious as well, they were very fascinating beasts that were very much a rarity to see in the galaxy. Zev had to take a minute to think of how to respond to the Resu, he had no idea what words existed in their language and the droid was only so smart it would only translate the words from Zev into approximate meanings. He could say he wanted to shake hands and end up telling the fish he was going to chop her up and eat her for sushi.

"Tell our guest this, why are you in our space? "
 
"Intrusion." Intrusion? Were they not the ones invading? To this, Iron Giant was confused. Regardless, she made the assumption it meant something else, as she pondered as to what she was intruding on. Perhaps, this was their territory that she stumbled upon with her ship.

"Disowned. Desertation." She replied. Lieing wasn't in the Resu mind set, and even if it was imbedded into everything they did as a human did, lieing now, really didn't do anything to support her. Also, her vocabulary skills probably weren't sufisticated enough in order to craft a lie. Then again, they'd most likely believe anything she said, as they most likely thought the same things as she. She swam freely around the stationary droid. It was a sign she was a bit impatient and slightly hungery.
 

Zev Stargo

Guest
Z
Disowned Was this creature kicked off her planet? This was most interesting and Zev pondered the possibility whilst he watched the fish swim circles around the droid.

"So you were kicked off your planet? Why are you going to Tatooine then? Do you know where you are?"
 
"Disowned? Purpose? Destination?" The droid asked. She didn't particularily understand what it meant by purpose, and she wondered if it was a malfuntion in the translator. What purpose was it asking? Of why she was disowned, or her purpose in general. She thought it was lacking in the understanding that a philisophical conversation would be fairly impossible to the Resu. She 'sneezed' in the Resu trade mark for expressing emotion. This 'sneeze' was a combination of frustration and confusion.

"Truth, desertation disownment. Purposeless, lost." She told the thing. What would it do with her? It seemed rather curious towards her, and she did not know if this was a good thing to their culture or the preperation to attack. She reared her head in her circling, ready to pierce through the droid with her tusks if need be. She envied the males in this aspect. Why couldn't hers be as long as theres? Females would be far more effective in combat if not for smaller tusks. That was the true reason Resu males with large tusks who could fight in a brawl attracted so much female attention, because they were jealous.
 

Zev Stargo

Guest
Z
This was going nowhere fast and Zev was getting impatient "Either that fish is in dire need of a new translator or it is simply idiotic. Tell it that I am going to have its ship loaded into the hanger and it will be our guest until further notice."
 
"Guest. Wait." The droid told her. She didn't like that, in the least. Not only was she a prisoner, they forced her to wait in the confines of her already hollow and empty ship, devoid of companionship. Though the hunk of metal may prove to semi-effectively establish a conversation with the fish, it's companionship was as disolved into the water as the hydrogen she breathed from it. She swam about in wait while her ship was towed into the larger vessel. Just as the man was impatient, so was the fish. It wasn't like she was going anywhere, but had she been she would be dreadfully late. An offense like that could be faced with the business end of her tusks. Though she didn't have much choice, and to destroy the only link of communication to whomever this benefactor was utterly useless. So then, she did as she was told.
 

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