Hunting The Kings Revenge: (Free Colonies/Open)

[RC 212]

The Kings Revenge. It was a legendary Warship, built in a time before even the Gulag Plague when technology was at it's height. Legend and myth surrounded her. Spacers claimed through ancient stories she sported thousands of guns. Others speculated she ran with a compliment of over six hundred fighters. Some said alien tech, others said straight advanced tech. No was for certain what she sported, because long ago she'd belonged to a Pirate Lord of the Blazing Chains.​

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During internal strife she'd been badly damaged and jumped into the great beyond. Beyond even the borders of known space. Now her tale grows on the lips of travellers and spacers. Rumors that some know her whereabouts, or at least have a heading on her.​

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Jack Raxis and The Free Colonies has travelled across a handful of worlds to track her down, making friends and enemies as they go. They intend to find her, board her and claim them for their own!​

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Stuff to Do: Phase I​

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Tatooine: There is a certain bar in Tatooine with a handfull of mechanics whom swear they worked on her. Two have been assasinated by an unknown force. Save the last one, interrogate him.​

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Nar Shadda: A data chip is circulating with supposed footage of the vessel appearing in battle at the edge of space. A Hutt named Zorlac has claimed the chip. Break into Zorlacs palace, recover the chip​

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Annaj: Following the Capture of the Shipyards and overthrow of the Provincial government here, trade and commerce are flowing. Crews are looking for jobs. An endeavour like this wont be easy, you'll need a fleet and some crew. Recruit ships and their Captains. (10 or more)​

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Spoiler

Jack Raxis​

[member="Abric Korne"]​

[member="Kaeda Vevut"]​

[member="Rhodessa"]​

[member="James Justice"]​

[member="Jagen Wren"]​

[member="Kath"]​

[member="Nyx"]​

[member="Kei Garnik"]​

[member="Thid Qaal"]​

[member="X30-20G"]​

[member="Blacktail"]​

[member="Gray Raxis"]​

[member="Audren Sykes"]​

[member="Qarai"]​

[member="Darth Pikiran"]​

[member="Elaine Thul"]​

[member="Kira Vaal"]​

[member="Katelyn Thanewulf"]​

[member="Matreya"]​

[member="Rigor"]​

[member="Ark Didrod"]​

@Danger Arcenau​

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]​

 

[James Justice]

Location: Annaj.

Money. Ships. And more money. Rumors of massively powerful warships that were the height of their time. Had someone been looking at James' Christmas list?

The spacer of course had heard the rumors of this tremendous vessel. Rumors and legends where his hobby--after women of course. But here, in the back of the dirty cantina he was talking and looking to hire men down on their luck. Good men who were lacking work and in turn deserved a second chance. James was all about the second chances.

Nursing his ale, he watched as the people milled around him, drinking, eating, and trying to have a good time. He would know a captain when he saw one, there was just that feel about them. The best had an ever more unique feel about them.

He saw one. A Wookiee with a slightly tattered and dirty blue half cape walk into the cantina. Oh, yes it was business time. Adjusting his coat, the spacer began walking toward the being in a saunter to the bar. He tossed a handful of credit chips to the tender, "His drinks on me, keep em coming mate."

The wookie gave him an inquisitive look and a questioning growl. James smiled back, "Well, mate, that depends on if ye have the guts to run with some of the best pilots in the galaxy."

 

[Filius Stellarum]

Location: Nar Shaddaa

Sometimes, Filius wondered if he was ever going to get off Nar Shaddaa. Just when he was getting ready to depart, a new job popped up with money and challenge too good to pass up. This time, he was working for the Free Colonies. The whole concept of this new organization on the edge of known space was intriguing to Filius, though he cared little for politics. As long as he got paid and was allowed to eliminate any hostiles with extreme prejudice, Filius was A-Okay.

Now, as he stared through his rifle scope at Zorlac the Hutt's palace, Filius felt the familiar rush of the hunt flood his veins. He reveled in this feeling, it was what he lived for. Many might think him psychotic, but Filius was anything but. He wasn't a brain-dead, murderous psychopath who lived only for blood on his hands. Filius was precise, deadly, and selective. He just took great pride and enjoyment from his work. People always said you need to love what you do. There were many ways to hunt; not all of them involved death.

Filius watched as Zorlac's guards changed their posts. He took note of when they switched, so the next time they came, he could kill two birds with one stone. He judged that he had a while to get into position, then when the guard changed, he would strike like a panther; hard, fast, and with deadly accuracy. Filius smiled as he strapped his rifle to his back and began moving silently and invisibly towards the compound, his black clothing meshing perfectly with the shadows. When he was within the right range to move when the guards were distracted with each other's gossip, he settled down, cloaked in shadow, to wait.

 

[RC 212]

Location: Tatooine:

Tatooine. Jack hadn't been here in a while. Not since hunting down Krayt dragons beyond the Dune sea. What really got his interest was the mechanics that swore they worked on this legendary vessel. Two of them he knew, they'd helped him work The Rogue over many times while he was finalizing her awesomeness. But it was disturbing that they were being killed.

Smoke rose from stalls and flies circled round as the vendors sold strange meats from the open air. Jack was dressed in his full Aliit'Gam, helmet and all as he strode the streets. He guessed he wasn't far from where the actual mechanic shop was at. There wasn't much to see except the same scum and viallainy that were always here. Twin suns beat down like rivers of molten lava. Dust cacked the air with each step like pollen in the wind.

He could feel something unsettling in his gut. A butterfly feeling that usually only came when the force was tapping him on the shoulder. Jack halted, unclenching his fingers and flexing them as he swivelled his head both ways, peering about through his HUD.

Someone was following him....

Assassin maybe?

He didn't know, but he knew how to shake a tail. Being a spacer gave you a knack for that. A cart went by and Jack hopped onto the side of it, holding on with raw finger strength. The crowd closed in and he looked back, keeping his head low. The droid piloting the thing didn't even notice him scramble up the side, perch on the edge of the ramshackle cart and jump, flailing through the air.

He met a mud domed rooftop with a crunch and a grunt, rolling along it's edge before coming to a stop. Grunting again Jack righted himself, hand on his Besk'ad and surveyed the streets below....

 

[Jagen Wren]

Location: Annaj

Ah, the monotony of the Annaj shipyards, the clank and buzz of ships being built, the communication chatter of freighters distributing materials too and from the docking bays.

Wren had gotten used to it by then.

When Annaj had been fully integrated into a Free Colonies system, Wren had taken it upon himself to keep the shipyards up and running, so he established the Free Colonial TradeCorp, which would be the corporation that controlled the shipbuilding and trading in the system.

So far Wren and the TradeCorp had already created blueprints for a few ships for the naval forces of the Colonies.

Currently Wren was inside of the control center reading over the hiring manifest so he could recruit a reliable crew for the Marauder-class he was still commanding at the moment, coupled with the fighters and patrol ships they still had plus the new government corvettes that had been taken, they would have a damn fine fleet.

You could never have enough ships.

[member="Jack Raxis"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[James Justice]

Location: Annaj.

The spacer listened to the first set of howls of bragging. His Shirwookk was rusty, but he could get the idea. He gave a slightly amused smile, "Oh ye think so, eh?"

The wookiee growled in the affirmative.

"Well like what?"

The wookiee gave a long monologue of his greatness, to most it would sound like nothing but a series of animal sounds. But to this spacer, who knew all but the finer points of Shirwookk, he appreciated the brilliance. He nodded; the being before James had an honorable history of warfare. His name was Hanyykuuk. He had rose from the basest, a mere auxiliary in the mechanics of a small milita. Then, when the need arose during a civil war, he rose to the occasion and mounted a cockpit, helping drive off a set of pirates. He was promoted. Then later his leadership showed when fighting off more raiders and he led his crew home safely after their leader died in a ball of fire. From there he became a captain, then a minor admiral. The economic downturn had made him lose his job of fifty years. A dismal howl ended the monologue as he declared his four young pups and mate were hungry from his lack of money.

James gave a genuinely concerned frown, "Mate, I will hire ye. Meet me in the port tomorrow at five."

Hanyykuuk gave an inquisitive growl.

"I'm James Justice, that's how."

The satisfied hairy man walked off, more than pleased.

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[GhostOfProtocol]

Nar Shaddaa​

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Kei closed his eyes, feeling the weight of the ship connect with the ground. Nar Shaddaa, home of the hutts and the third place smugglers and crooks came to hide from the law. There was also a rumor a guy shot a wookie here in the marketplace for cheating his friend outta a few credits. Kei smiled lightly, face becoming serious as he slid from the shuttle. His feet connected with the concrete of the spaceport, the dull thud of his boots as he stepped slowly out into the main lobby.

He had a location of the palace, Zorlac the Hutt's happy little hideout. He allowed a smile to creep across his face again as he rented a speeder. The palace was close, and if he'd eyed the plan right, there should be a sniper waiting for him. Cackling, he stepped out to the speeder dock, stepping into his rented speeder. He felt the controls respond under him, eyes drifting across the desert.

He was happy when the palace came into view, the grand palace itself. It would be easy to slice, T3-J8 had the perfect tools to do it. The droid beeped next to him, Kei smirking lightly. He flicked a switch in the comlink, hoping to raise a comlink channel with the sniper that was set up in the corner. He smiled, nodding.

"Nice to see you. Set up yet, or can I begin my attempt of getting in?"

[member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Kei Garnik"]
The voice that came through Filiu's comm sounded excited. Good. Excitement often turned into adrenaline, and adrenaline was perfect. Smiling himself, Filius reached up and activated his mic.

"Good to see you," he said, "Stand by until the next guard shift change. I'll rush and take one post out, and that will be your window to enter."

 

[Juggerduck]

Location: Tatooine

Thid Qaal had felt the presence of one being, and in the distance, a second. He watched as [member="Jack Raxis"] hit the rooftop he crouched on and rolled to his feet. Stepping out from behind the dome, he moved to crouch next to the man.

"Jack Raxis," he said in a voice low and gutteral,. "You are being followed. Curiousity." The Yuuzhan Vong's speech patterns took some getting used to, but Jack had spent enough time with the Vong to know he was saying that the tail was just a shadow, not an immediate threat. "Good to have a partner," Qaal continued. "A Yuuzhan Vong by himself, not so lucky. Too much attention. Then things explode."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He listened to the reply slowly, eyes drifting on the palace. The main door would be wide open, open if anyone wanted to see the Hutt. The issue would be the guards, he wasn't sure the best way of tricking the guards, not yet. The Hutt would leave some guards to guard the door just to be safe, he wasn't an idiot. The DL-44 at his side rattled, Kei stopping it by simply grabbing it. T3-J8 beeped next to him, Kei smiling at his little buddy.

"Not yet, we need our sniper to handle the guards before we try anything. As soon as you have this chip, run and decode it on the way"

He patted T3's head lightly, nodding to him. Two guards stepped from an open window on the top floor, clearly about to switch guard shifts. They'd lined up the attack perfectly, lined up all timings after Kei had spent days stalking the palace. He nodded in the general direction of the sniper, sliding a mirror from his pocket. He held the mirror to the light, a signal he had come up with. Slowly, he threw the mirror, darting behind the wall.

He gripped his comlink, nodding.

"Take those shots"

[member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Thid Qaal"]

Tatooine

Jack nodded, not expecting to see Qaal come out of the wood work so sudden like that. He kept searching the street below, fierce brown eyes piercing through the throngs of people. At last he swivelled his helmeted head towards Qaal and spoke.

"I don't like being followed. I sense someone might be on the same mission we are, but with the opposite effect. Follow me, I can get us a shortcut."

His vocabulator croaked the basic, making it sound gravely and distorted. Then he turned and closed his eyes. Reaching into the force he pulled the currents close, weaving them into a complex structure n his mind. energy flared from his core and his senses expanded like an ever growing field of black smoke. He could see every path, every possible barrier and every eventual destination for miles around.

"This way."

He turned and jumped, sailing through the air onto the side of another building. another bout of climbing brought him to the top, his hands and feet placed steady, picking out the nooks and cranny’s of the half ruined mud walls. The roof led to a beam, which was traversed with easy quick footwork, which led to another roof.

They weren't far now, he could feel them growing closer.

"Keep up!"

Then he tumbled, dropping down into a crouch on the next roof, which was only a one or two story building. Across the alley the cantina sign creaked and groaned in the whipping winds. Sweat was dripping into his eyes in his helmet, salty water stinging them. His breathing was heavy, and his muscles tired.

But there was no time to rest. They had to push on, and beat the unseen forces arrayed against them to the target.

 

[Juggerduck]

Location: Tatooine

Being invisible to the Force was an advantage to Yuuzhan Vong, but it hadn't been Thid Qaal's intention to surprise Raxis, so he simply nodded when the man acknowledged him and began speaking.

Qaal was new to the ways of the Force, but he'd taught himself enough to be able to leap and climb, to say nothing of manipulating objects remotely. So he followed Jack's lead, leaping and climbing, though where Jack tumbled to help dissipate impact the Vuuzhan Vong simply landed, crouching as an afterthought since Raxis seemed interested in presenting a smaller profile.

"I keep up, Jack Raxis," he growled at the man's back. "I keep down. The pursuers choose to be seen." The Yuuzhan Vong pointed, spying through his mqaaq'its, genetically modified eyes that provided binocular vision. Raxis could barely make out a shadow against the dome of a building two blocks away. "Rodian," said Qaal. "One. Others are --" He pointed directly across the street. "Two more. And two more." He pointed behind them. "Trying to surround us."

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Thid Qaal"]

Tatooine

Jack followed the Yuuzhan Vongs directions. He blinked twice, zooming his HUD to 4x and then swept his head in each direction as he spoke. There they were, and it looked like they were setting up position around the bar. Jack counted two sniper teams and one heavy weapons nest being set in place. Whether minigun or E-web he was not entirely sure.

"I see them. Thoughts? I'm not good at ranged combat, I'm best at close and personal."

His fingers flexed, longing for the hilt of his Beskad. But Jack wanted to keep his presence minimal and his muscles moved not an inch. Hopefully he'd appear to be a statue or something that was typically on the cluttered roofs of junk dealers.

"I can run the distance, draw their fire if need be."

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Kei Garnik"]
Though it hadn't been his intention to shoot, but to attack with his knife, Filius decided not to disrupt the thought-out plan of his comrade. In a smooth motion he pulled the rifle off his back, aimed, and fired two quick shots. The sound of the blasts rang through the Nar Shaddaa streets, and the two guards dropped with smoking holes in their foreheads. Quick as a flash Filius stowed his rifle and drew his knife, stabbing a guard patrolling street level as he took up a position in the shadows just to the right of the door.

"I hope you have a plan," Filius said over the comm as shouts began to come from inside the palace as the guards responded to the sounds of blaster fire, "Because it's about to get loud."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"Trust me"

He smiled, sliding the comlink back into his pocket. He watched as two guards broke away from the group at the door, sprinting out towards the sniper. One guard remained on the door, back to Kei and the outside world. Slowly, T3-J8 rolled up to said guard, shock arm extending. One quick shock to the back of the knees later and the guard would crumple to the floor happily. Kei nodded to his friend, gun held upright as he slid into the main palace lobby.

It was quiet, the guards being drawn towards the sniper. A small droid panel sat in the corner of the room, close to the room labeled staff only. The security room. T3-J8 rolled up to said panel, arm extending and plugging into the panel. A beep stated it would take three minutes for the droid to search the thousands upon thousands upon thousands of terabytes of data to find access to the storage room. Kei would have to hold off any guards that came near them.

A gang of thugs walked into the palace door, thugs Kei recognized. Posh guy thugs, the thugs of the guy that he'd robbed thirty thousand credits from. A gang of guards walked from the throne room, guns at the ready. The thugs would look at Kei, then the guards. The guards would look at Kei, then the thugs. The thugs would shoot first, Kei ducking. The guards would shoot at the thugs, the thugs shooting back. Everyone was shooting, Kei sending shots into the crowd.

He grabbed his comlink once more.

"My past's caught up with me, but those that want to kill me appear to be helping!"

[member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Kei Garnik"]
"Wow, lucky you," Filius said as he dropped a flashbang grenade into the path of the two oncoming guards. The grenade detonated, and Filius used his cybernetic eye, impervious to the grenade, to dispatch the two stunned guards. Pulling his rifle off his back, Filius entered the palace, taking out a pack of four guards with precise blaster fire. He stuck to the shadows, avoiding more guards that attempted to intercept him, and soon arrived at the source of the fire. He quickly observed the various shooters, then yanked a rapid-deployment smoke grenade from his belt and pulled the pin.

"Smoke out!" he yelled into his comm as the grenade flew, "If you don't want a blaster bolt to the face, I suggest you hit the deck!"

The grenade detonated, filling the room with smoke. Filius activated his X-ray scope and began popping the assembled hostiles with precise fire, replacing his mag after the first four shots.

 

[James Justice]

James saw another set of drinkers on the other side of the bar. Two Umbarians. They too, with James' latent Force Sense, were captains. The spacer rose and walked towards them. He gave them each a smile, they in turn gave him cold looks. Typical.

"Ye got the looks of someone who got the dust of the hyperspace in ye boots to, mates," James said as he sat down.

"Who asked you?" grunted the purple one, a bald male.

The pink female beside him, with pixie short hair just looked with suspicion.

"Tell ye what," the spacer said, "How bout a drinking game? On me."

"Deal," said the male, and the female nodded as well.

"Liquors, the heavy stuff," James said to the bartender, "keep em coming," he looked to the two, "We can play shots. Ye like that idear?"

"Get ready to be on the floor puny human," the female sneered.

What a lovely race, aren't they? James just laughed, they had no idea who they were dealing with. Most didn't. The three shots were placed before them. James grabbed his in a his hand, giving a toast, "May the best humanoid win."

 

[Julian Valentine]

ZORLAC'S PALACE, NAR SHADDAA

[Theme]

Julian Valentine could feel the floor vibrate through his feet and rattle his teeth. The Palace had a band playing smazzo, a bit too loud for Valentines liking. He was sitting at a booth with an associate of his, Svel Droma, the self-stylized 'Last Raven.' A few of her flock of Red Ravens sat in nearby lounges, enjoying the Twi'lek dancers that tantalized their erotic fantasies. They were the last of the loyalists who had been dedicated to Lysle of the Hydian Way. They now spent their days at Frida's Spaceport Cantina, but this was a special occasion for the two. Reunions were rare and far in-between, but he was also looking for armaments for his KR-TB, Paragon.

He reached under the table and thumbed a switch, a translucent film of energy slowly descended over their table. The smazzo became a distant echo, barely audible. It was a nice touch to Zarloc's Palace. He looked into her eyes, there was a hint of satisfaction in them. Her lips parted, a cloud of smoke billowed out as she blew it into Valentines face, laughing as she did so. She ashed her deathstick and took another drag, a smile glued to her face. His brow furrowed, "So, when is Zarloc going to sell me those guns?" he asked her, and she feigned disinterest, but he knew it was exactly why she was here. Her eyelids seemingly glowed with a strange neon blue eye shadow.

A strand of hair fell over her face, and she brushed it aside. Damn, she had a way about her. But he wasn't here for her, and his patience was slowly wearing thin by her theatrics. "Soon, he's a busy man, Valentine," she spoke gently, trying to settle his nerves. Her eyes shifted from his and her brow rose in interest. He followed her gaze. Through the translucent field he could see shapes and forms moving, the smazzo was too loud for them to hear what they were saying but people were shouting.

Valentine reached under the table and slapped the switch, the umbrella of energy collapsed and vanished. The smazzo blasted his ears once more, but he could see more clearly. Zarlocs thugs were rushing for the front door and blaster smoke was heavy in the air. Svel reached for her thigh and took out a hold-out blaster, "Nice touch," Valentine remarked. She looked at him sorrowfully, her hands tying her hair into a ponytail, "I'm sorry, Valentine, but if you want your guns, you're going to have to earn them. I'm not looking to get shot. Good luck."

With that, she rose from the table and Svel Droma was immediately flanked by her small entourage of Red Raven thugs, and two crimson DD-S1 security droids. He watched her fleeting back for a moment as she made a move for the back doors. Then his attention was elsewhere again. He saw a ball roll through the doors and smoke begin to expand. Showtime. He reached for his hammerhead helmet, placing it comfortably over his head, he swept his cloak aside and withdrew his twin JV-1 heavy blaster pistols. Whatever these goons were trying to accomplish, Valentine would put an end to it, and Zorlac will give him his weapons.

| [member="Filius Stellarum"] | [member="Kei Garnik"] |

| Summary |

Spoiler

• Valentine is at Zorlac's to buy guns
• Conversation with NPC ally ends when shootout begins
• Valentine arms himself, ready to defend Zorlac's Palace

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

T3 beeped lightly, Kei nodding as he ducked below a small crate. He lent to the side, taking a shot. A thug fell onto a guard, lining the guard up in another guards line of fire. The shot caught the guard in the chest, causing him to crumple lightly. Kei patted the droid as T3-J8 rolled over, head blaster poking out his head. T3 would send a shot out, beeping in enjoyment. He projected the map of the palace up onto the crate, Kei studying it lightly.

"Other side of the throne room, up the stairs!"

Kei shouted happily, shouting across to the sniper. He ducked from his hiding place, sliding up against the doors. He grabbed an un-detonated smoke bomb from the floor. He kicked the door open, tossing the smoke bomb inside. Shaking his head, he patted T3, telling the little droid to wait. He ducked around the corner, the sound of the Hutt filling the room. Two guards shot, Kei ducking. The bullets flew past him, hitting the guards instead.

The smoke cleared, Kei looking up. The throne room was the least guarded room, the Hutt clearly not expecting anyone to get past the guards at the front door. He blinked, not quite sure that he was seeing clearly. Was that the pilot? He blinked again, sure it was. Guns trained, Kei sighing.

"Hello again, Julian"

And with that, he shot.

[member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Kei Garnik"] [member="Julian Valentine"]
Filius hummed to himself as thug after thug fell to his fire. The bolts that emitted from the long barrel of his X-2 Shadowblade struck in all the right places: head, center mass, even a few shoulder and knee when Filius spotted a tango who looked too confused to be a threat. It was glorious. As the smoke cleared Filius heard Kei's call. He avoided engaging the figure that set up to breach what was apparently the inner throne room, and once Kei was through he followed. He decided to wait outside the room, and kept a close eye on all approaches to Kei's position. Then he heard a blaster shot.

"Hey, if you need help in there, just call!" he said, keeping his scope trained on the palace proper. He looked down the at the droid he suddenly noticed, and patted it on the head, "You're master is quite the daredevil." A single Gammorean, looking very angry and wielding an axe the size of Coruscant and covered in armor came into the room. The Gammorean roared and twirled his axe with great skill and speed, but the roar was cut off in an instant by a bolt that went clean through the armor suit's custom helmet visor.

"Tell that Hutt he needs to invest in some better security!" Filius said as he continued to scan the now-empty-and-filled-with-bodies throne room.