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Flora, Fauna and Bandits, Oh my.

Sir Hammerlock

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Orrazerus, a world of dangers, and not all from just its inhabitants or those that would otherwise seek to exploit the few beings that scratched out a living on the world. It was covered with flora and fauna that all had their own threats and posed dangers in their own ways. Much of what was on the world had a means to protect itself and prey upon the others. The only colony left was Orra, a city of massive walls and towers holding back the tide of nature, bandits and pirates that sought to overrun the city. In the center of all this was a Hunter, Scholar and Gentleman. A man who had deemed it his duty to protect the law and order of Orra and ensure the safety and freedom of its citizens.

Some would wrongly call Orra anarchy. Others would call it a Republic. Those that kept the law and order, the Rangers would just quietly return to their duties and think nothing of it. For them they were the only voice of reason in the city, and they didn't stick to a moralistic black and white that many saw the Galaxy in. Rather their range are the grays that lie between the two. Just like any other day, this day would see them acting on behalf of the people of Orra.

Quietly a robotic fist lift up a sheet of flimplast, looking over the small bits of information on it. Not too far out from Orra was an old derelict vessel, remnants of the colonization attempts that weren't that old. There was a problem though; bandits that had taken up the wreckage as a home and were too close to Orra and its inhabitants. What really caught his eye though; so to say, was what the vessel had. A shield generator. It was old; though with the right hands and a few smacks against the side, it was sure to work. The again who knew what else was in that old vessel that could pose a danger to Orra besides the bandits.

That was more than enough cause for him to become involved. Sighing for a moment, then setting the sheet down; his actions were followed by a quick look in the mirror. Straightening his hat before stepping out of the building. For a moment he brought his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun before he stepped out onto the makeshift walk way. All that he needed now were those willing to become Rangers and had a sense of adventure.

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Azekor Kimene

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Azekor had always had a soft spot for Orrazerrus. What, with the constant chaos, the man-eating jungle, and the 50% chance of survival upon arrival, it made for a pretty interesting vacation. He sat in one of the local cantinas in Orra, watching a dancer while absentmindedly drinking an ale. He had been kind of bored since his merc team parted ways. Right now, even with his Force training, combat experience, and mastery of battle strategy, he was barely scrounging up enough credits to maintain his current residence. It was true that he wasn't proud of where he was at the moment. But, he didn't have the money to leave. And...... There was something keeping him here. Azekor couldn'tput his finger on it, but something in the force was telling him to stay. Something bad.
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Racket

Chew Toy
Character
The thrusters on Racket's ship scorched the scarred surface of the planets crust while lowering him to a soft gentle landing. His butt was sore from sitting in the chair for, the exact amount of time he didn't know, but the adventure had been more than worth it. Two bounty Hunters on your tail made life a little more exciting. At least that was what his little head told him. His fingers snapped the keys with effortless precision turning on and off every function of his ship bringing it to a peaceful rest and lowering the cargo bay hatch. A new planet. Another job. Frack; life.

Blasters were on each hip with the mando blade snug beside the holster on his right hip though he wore no other weapons or armor. No point in his mind. If things got hairy he'd find a way to fix the situation to his advantage. A smell hit him stopping his thoughts. He shook his head thinking to sneeze but not being able to. The air was thick to his sensitive nostrils. It would take getting use to for sure. Through watering eyes Racket noticed a person who thought they were in charge of the landing pad moving towards him. Surely needing details about his reason for landing. Blah, blah, blah. A few credits shut him up. The guy started talking but Racket walked away. He needed to meet up with someone in charge who had sent him the message of the Rangers; but where to start? The bar more than tempted him. A gust of wind whipped across the ground pushing his body to the left forcing him to brace himself. Frack this planet. It left as soon as it had come. Or so he had thought right before another dose of Orrazerus stink hit him two fold. "FRaCk mE!!!" He stumbled quickly towards a tunnel which would lead him into the city and free him from the chemical warfare his head was being subject to.
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
Door to the local bar opened smoother than he had imagined it all Thor times in his head during the trip. Bar tender asked him his preference. 'Best stuff you've got.' Drink was served. The first sip went down like fire. Racket's body responded in a blissful joy. Everything went back to being right.

A few twitches of his fingers brought the bar keep back to him. A few credits gave him the information he needed. Racket was directed to a man in the corner who was keeping his face in the shadows. Approaching catiously took effort but soon he found himself being offered explosives like he hasn't seen since his days as an OP rodent. A set number of credits parted his account and found his way to the sketch individuals. In return a bag was waiting for him in a locker beside the restroom. Without needing to entice small talk and having wet his whistle Racket retrieved three forths of his new goodies. The rest he left armed and locked within the locker he had purchased which still resided within the sketchy fellows name.

The bathroom enticed him already. His moments of relief were not physical but psychological. Soon he had finished and was walki g out the door and hailing a local taxi and giving him his next destination.
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
The transportation slowed to a halt in front of the water treatment plant. Racket's next stop. How strange. Clutching the bag that was thrown over his shoulder with both hands he made his way into the building. Arriving at the front door he found a worker at a front desk who had some pesky questions for him. Racket set his bag down on the floor and walked around behind the desk. The lady looked at him strangely. Those features changed even more drastically when his blaster was pressed at the side of her temple. "Nowww you're going to be good and call the security guard on duty to the front. Understood?" he said. Her nod showed her compliance before she commed the security guard to the front.

The lard frack head took his time. Long enough to test Racket's nerve. Moving casually through the door behind the desk the sight of him enraged Racket even more. Doom Doom. The blaster went off splattering the meat flesh that had made up the mans head all over the wall. The lady screamed causing Racket's unstable nerves to glitch. He fired at her too.... Great. She had a few more minutes to live. He thought in a twisted way as if she had gotten in the way of his personal vendetta.

The sack found his shoulder again and he strolled though the long corridors setting explosive bundles of joy within the building. Specifically connecting them to the huge pipes that served as the containers for the sewage. Lastly rigging the massive turbines. It took over thirty minutes in all before he had rigid the Fracker up tight. Any tampering would send the Krutacking Nutholes into the nether limits. He clutched his stomach, "HAhAhaHAHahAhHaA!!!!" something was really messed up in his head. Walking out of the building he casually strolled down the street a ways before hailing the next shuttle speeding around and giving them the final destination. His personal mission almost finished.
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Racket

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Fences, fences, fences. WHo needed them. No one! They had them but the damn things were mere small obstacles. A sign flashed on a holoscreen the size of a medium holopad 'HIGH VOLTAGE'. His tongue shot from his mouth to the metal. Nothing happened.... What a tease! Foot kicked the thing hard. Tossing the bag over his shoulder and head it hit his back as he finger went through the mesh holes. A few dashes upward scurrying the whole time took him over. A long drop awaited him. Jump and air rushed through all of his fur. Feet hit the ground followed by a dash. RAcket shot towards the the huge metal structure.

Card slot next to a closed door met his encryption key. Door opened and plan went back to green. The halls were easy enough to navigate and people who met him with a strange look were met with "What Are You Looking At You RAcist??!!!!!" , worked like a charm. The mother hub of the cities electrical grid sat before him after a few minutes of walking. The thing was a beaut! Prime for the picking in his opinion. He saluted the mother structure before tossing the bag into a cubby hole where a small space was perfect size for his bag. The thing wouldn't need much to blow anyways. Just a soft tickle and scratch would get this baby blowing. "HAhAHHAhAhAHHAHAA." If you can't laugh at yourself..... Strolling out of the building feeling like a champ was a great feeling. It felt like pride, win, and I'm the greatest mofo to ever live rolled up into one euforic experience.

- Landing Pad -
Strolling back through the tunnel he had entered the city through brought him back into view of his big ugly baby. The guy with the clip holopad came strolling over. 'You're not staying long..... blah blah blah." Racket tossed him more credits. The guy looked so happy. Nice to let him end on a good note. Blaster found his fingers gripped around it. RAcket brought the kids head into his sights and blew him away with two shots. Head and chest. Good witnesses are dead witnesses. His pilots chair felt good on his butt. A cig found his mouth while he fired his baby up and lit his cig with a lighter in his right hand. Pulling on the yolk brought her into the sky. She moved higher and higher until the city looked like a mze of little lines. The detonator on his hip felt snug but needed some loving. Lifting it up and squeezing hard "DDDDOOOOOMMMMMMMDoDOOOOooOOOOmMMMMMMMMMDDDDDooOOooooOMMMMMMMHAhAhAHAHHAHAhAhAHAHHAHAHAhAhAhAhAHAHHAHAA!!!!!!!!"

Three orbs of fire ignited simultaneously on the planets surface. Didn't need to see it. Throttle down eyes forward. Breaching atmosphere.

3, 2, 1. Hyperdrive engage.

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