Private In The Hive of Villainy

[Yuri Maji]

NAL HUTTA | BILBOUSA
TAGS: Vazz

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HONEY WHISKEY​

Music played through the intercom as Yuri loaded a fairly large stash of crates into the cargo hold of his freighter. After everything that went down, he needed a proper break from the galaxy's tribulations, and ferrying some questionable cargo was as good a chance as any. Onderon had left him scarred in more ways than one, and the Manda didn't seem to give him a break as one interaction after the other left him with one hell of a moral and ethical dilemma. Some nights he couldn't help but feel like this was a sick joke to make up for his bad decisions.

With another crate loaded, the Shistavanen adjusted his tank top and walked back to the last crate. With a grunt he lifted it, only to drop down with a hiss as a sharp pain pulled through his left arm.

The pain was excruciating enough to force him onto the crate as he clutched the cybernetic arm. He had heard of phantom pains from others, but to experience it was nothing short of painfully irritating. "How the kriff did she live like this?" He asked himself through his whimpers as he tried his best to massage the cybernetic limb. It didn't matter what came next in his life, if he ever met that damned Jedi or the Kryze again, he would break their arms. The pain finally subsided and he drew a cigarette from his pocket with a heavy sigh. After a few moments of focus, his new hand opened up and exposed a plasma cutter to light his cigarette.

He had hoped that time would ease the cramps and spasms, but it never dulled. Every now and again it would flare up. But despite the pain and trauma that came with it, he couldn't deny that the utility was pretty slick. "That's probably why she was such a psycho, huh?" He smirked as he glanced over his shoulder to the large machine covered by a tarp. A low, metallic drone emerged from the machine, earning a laugh from Yuri. He shook his head and took another puff, leaning back against the crate to stare up at the bleak sky for a moment. He needed this job. Not for the money, simply to get away from it all and do something he knew. His existential crisis could wait for a few days.

A glance was spared at the cargo. Some of it was weaponry and other sketchy items, that much he knew. But one or two crates were designated as special cargo. More risky to run but worth a lot more. He knew better than to ask questions.

 

[Vazz]

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Traitors to the Sith were some of the most hated and hunted in the Galaxy. Vazz was one of those hunters. Traitors had no place in this galaxy, death was the only thing that remained, the usual sort of threats and the like. It didn't matter much to Vazz at the end of the day, so long as he completed his task. This one? Gnox, a former Sith Lord gone rogue for far too long. Apparently he helped the once Sith Empress be a pirate for a few years, which spared him from an actual hunt.

But now he was some sort of spice lord who had a Mando wife and son and it was all just a mess at this point. The shadowed figure wandered about, his eyes scanning about for a sign of the Mandalorian wife the ex Sith had. Well, not actually of course, she was dead. He frowned, though the shadow that he was couldn't actually show any facial expressions.

Why did this have to be so complicated?

Right up until he heard another voice. The illusion that was the white furred wolfman took over, several feet in front of him. Him, for all intents and purposes, carefully crafted as an illusion that could fool even the most advanced systems. All to keep his true form safely hidden away. "So, who are you?"

Yuri Maji

 

[Yuri Maji]

Seemingly out of thin air, a stranger yanked Yuri out of his thoughts. In the blink of an eye, the Shistavanen had his pistol out and trained on the new arrival with a suspicious frown along his features. Something was off about the man, though Yuri couldn't put his finger on what exactly bothered him. "Can ask you the same thing, furball." Yuri spoke. "Walkin' up to someone without announcing yourself on this planet's an easy way to get shot." He stamped out his cigarette under his boot and stood up.

The Mandalorian carefully inspected the man's appearance. Hood and cloak, unsavoury disposition, suspiciously quiet movements... as unlikely as it seemed, he might have finally encountered his people's mortal enemy. That theory was going to need some confirmation, however.

"If you're in need of my services, you're gonna have to wait. I'm on the clock already." He commented, deciding to play dumb for the moment. But if the stranger's stance and question were any indication, he most likely knew who Yuri was. A rather unsettling prospect, though not exactly all that surprising. So far the Shistavanen had built up a reputation of being a troublemaker and a criminal.

He preferred that over the alternative...

Vazz