Boost Raiders of the Lost Vault(Tatooine Treasure Hunt)

[Story NPC]

Tag: Kinley Pryse Ronhar Tane Allie J. Open(Doesn’t have to be in order)
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The wind howled across the rocky wastes. Soon, it was followed by the whine of engines blaring. A rundown speeder raced through the canyon. "Can this piece of junk go any faster?!" A yellow Twi'lek yelled in frustration at her human boyfriend in the driver's seat.

"Sweetheart, we'll be there soon. This speeder has never let me down."

Devin answered with a confident grin as his long brown hair blew in the air. Rari rolled her eyes, annoyed with Devin's never-ending obsession with his precious vehicle. She tolerates it as long as they reach their destination without anyone noticing. Word had gotten on the Holonet around that the lost treasure vault of Jabba the Hutt had been found in the Jundland Wastes. This was supported by credible evidence, including leaked footage and photos of the vault's entrance, along with its exact coordinates.

The very thought of the treasure causes Rari to smirk, dreaming of the untold riches that lie in store.

Treasure here I come.

Just as she thought that, a sudden blaster bolt struck Devin in the back of the head. Devin's now lifeless body collapsed sideways, causing the speeder to twist to the left, and Rari screamed just as the vehicle crashed into a large rock, killing her instantly as a violent explosion erupted. Moments later, a dozen swoop bikes flew by as the leader, a Gotal in front, called out to his Zabark partner riding with him.

"Nice shot Amon."

"Heh, just thinning out the competition."

However, the swoop gang wasn't alone. From behind and the other pathways were various speeders, bikes, skiffs and even one sandcrawler, creating a great cloud of dust in their wake. Already, blaster-fire was being exchanged between those in this deadly race. It is as a certain Jedi Master once said

The Jundland Wastes are not to be traveled lightly.

(OOC: Link to the OOC thread to those who haven’t seen it yet.)

 

[Jacen Terrik]

Location: Anchorhead, Tatooine

You could have been born and raised on Tatooine and your skin would never get used to the sand. Jacen was convinced that those who called this dust ball home had some kind of special gene that made their bodies immune to irritants. He'd suggest it ran in the water, but it was so scarce that the locals literally had to farm it from deep below the dunes to get what they needed to survive. Some townships even used it as currency, if the word of passing travelers could be believed. Just about everywhere, water was just as expensive as imported spirits, so Jacen skipped the clear stuff and went for a nice dark lager.

Anchorhead was about as close to the supposed location he was headed as he was willing to touch down. He'd called in a favor or two, padded a few wallets with Underworld credits, and got himself a pretty nice speeder for his troubles. The RCG-18 was a bit bulkier than he preferred, but Jacen figured the extra cargo space would come in handy if the rumors were true and the dunes held a trove of Hutt loot. The spacer stood outside the cantina, leaning against the craft with a drink in one hand and a lucky credit chip in the other. He flipped it in the air, caught it, and rubbed his thumb over the worn surface that had long since lost its ridges.

He was waiting for his partner, Kinley Pryse , who he'd met by chance—no pun intended—at a poker table on Nar Shaddaa. Common sense told him that a pretty face in a bar in the middle of Hutt Space was the last thing he ought to trust, but when a thousand-year-old treasure pit lights up the Underworld's chatter lines, it's better to have an uneasy friend than none at all.

Especially on Tatooine.

The coin flipped again, catching a ray from the twin suns overhead, and landed with a soft thump in his palm just as Pryse' wide-brimmed hat emerged from the crowd ahead. Jacen flashed her a smirk but waited until she was within spitting distance to offer a greeting.

"Good to see ya," he said, grinning. "Long way from the Neon Spire. How're the dunes treatin' ya? Got sand in your boots yet?"

Tags: Kinley Pryse​

 

[Allie J.]

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Hellhound - DeathbyRomy ft. Jazmin Bean
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Location: Mos Espa_Tatooine
Tag: Story NPC

The rented garage crouched at the edge of Mos Espa like a forgotten cyst, its durasteel and stone walls sweating rust and capturing old heat. Inside, Allie moved with deliberate economy around her speeder, Baby Blue. Tools lay arranged with ritual precision, yet even their familiar shapes felt subtly wrong beneath the flickering lumen strips, as if angles had shifted when she wasn't looking.

Every scrape of wrench on alloy echoed too long, swallowed by a space that felt deeper than its dimensions allowed, and the air itself seemed to listen.

Baby Blue rested on her repulsor stands like a slumbering beast, panels open to reveal humming organs of power and coolant lines that throbbed faintly, alive in ways no engineer ever fully admitted. Allie wiped sand-fine grit from a coupling and frowned, aware that the dust of Tatooine had a way of infiltrating more than machinery.

It crept into breath, thought, and resolve alike. Somewhere beyond the garage door, the desert pressed close, vast and patient, a thing that endured and remembered.

On the nearby workbench, a compact projector cast a holographic map of the Jutland Wastes into the dim air. The blue-white terrain shimmered and warped, rendering canyons and ridge lines that seemed to rearrange themselves the longer she stared. Her eyes traced the paths between outcroppings, lingering on narrow defiles and broken stone shelves where shadows would pool unnaturally.

In a low, technical whisper, more for herself than for any listener, she said, "Terrain looks manageable, but only in sections. Some of these rocky crevices and ledges are practically begging for Tusken sniper nests; and the damn heat out there is going to be brutal."

As the projector hummed and Baby Blue's systems ticked through diagnostics, a prickle crept along Allie's spine, the uncanny sense that the Wastes were not merely a place to be crossed, but a presence awaiting recognition. She shut down the display and tightened the last panel with finality, before declaring it was time for drink and and get some final answers from the locals.

Spoiler: Gear

Weapons

• HAVOK {Blaster}​
• Hoax {Lightwhip}​

Accessories

• Shades

Vehicles

• Baby Blue

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
[REDACTED]
TATOOINE

Even the most outlandish of legends tend to have just a modicum of truth to them.

When Ronhar received a transmission from a nameless scavenger claiming to have found the lost treasure of legendary gangster Jabba Desilijic Tiure, he was rightfully skeptical of the claim, ready to dismiss it as little more than the ramblings of a madman lost in the desert. Yet, Ronhar couldn't stop asking himself the question "what if": what if the man was right and he had found the treasure, what if others had heard the broadcast as well and were racing toward Tatooine, and what if he was the one to claim the treasure instead, assuming it actually existed.

That was why Ronhar had taken the MIN Edge of the Galaxy to the desert world, in the hope of being able to find this legendary lost treasure and claim it in the name of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. Though he would have liked to have taken a much more substantial fleet with him, he couldn't justify the expenditure of resources on little more than a rumor he had heard over the HoloNet. He would have to make do with the Edge of the Galaxy and her small complement of ships.

That complement included the MIN Night Reaver, a highly modified U-Wing Gunship that would be perfect for traversing the vast and empty expanse of Tatooine's planetary desert, and four TIE/CLs, modified TIE Fighters that had been equipped with massive cargo loading arms and hydraulic systems, allowing them to lift and transport heavy objects with ease. If the treasure was real, and Ronhar was lucky enough to find it, those TIE/CLs would be crucial in helping him transport the larger pieces of Jabba's collection up to the Edge of the Galaxy, though the cargo cruiser's crane system would also allow it to move the treasure aboard if needed. Of course, if the treasure was really locked deeply away in the vault as the scavenger had claimed it was, moving it could prove to be quite the challenge.

Still, Ronhar couldn't get ahead of himself. He would worry about all of that once he confirmed the treasure's location, or whether it actually existed or not. The MIN Night Reaver shot off into the distance, followed closely behind by the TIE/CLs, as Ronhar began his search for what could be one of the most valuable finds in galactic history!

TAGS:
Story NPC
Jacen Terrik
Allie J.

 

[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

Anything less than the best is a felony, and the best is Kinley Pryse​

The heat hit first. It always did.

Tatooine baked everything down to its essentials, bone-dry air, blinding suns, and the kind of rumors that only survived because people kept dying before they could prove them false. Kinley Pryse stepped off the ramp and rolled her shoulders like she was shaking the dust out of her spine, goggles pushed up into her hair, lips already curled into a knowing half-smile. Legendary Hutt loot had a way of doing that to her. Credits older than Republic memory, artifacts stolen and re-stolen, vaults that supposedly even the Hutts forgot they buried. Supposedly.

She didn't believe in supposedly. She believed in leverage, timing, and being the first one dumb enough to try.

She wouldn't be working alone on this gig, but instead with a newer face. They'd met over cheap cards and cheaper whiskey on a backwater station, and he'd talked a big game ever since. So far he'd proved useful enough to agree to this joint venture, though she suspected his real value was between the sheets, an item that was still on her to do list. For now though the promise of centuries old loot was enough to put a pin in that idea.

She emerged from the crowd, hat pulled low over one eye, swagger in full place as she walked with a confident ease many didn't have on Tatooine.

"Long way from the Neon Spire. How're the dunes treatin' ya? Got sand in your boots yet?"

"Boots... pants... karking underwear. How does anybody live on this rock?" Outwardly, she didn't seem rattled at all, but inwardly, she had to admit the sand was getting on her nerves already. This miraculous treasure better be worth it.


Jacen Terrik

A Smooth Criminal