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Faction Spice-Run Shutdown [TDF] | Open To Criminal Element Characters [2/20]

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Braze

Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
Braze
Character Bio
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Tags: Borun Borun Borun Borun | Open to writers of TDF or Open To Criminal Element Characters
Trask Black Market​

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The Mud Duck settled onto the docks of Trask with its usual creaking rattle, the old freighter giving one last groan as the engines powered down. Braze waited at the top of the ramp for the vibrations to stop, eyes tracking the movement of cargo cranes against the bleak sky. Everything smelled of salt, metal, and low tide...

No one came to Trask's shadow docks by accident; He had come as a buyer.... At least, that was the story.

The message from the Pyke contact had been short leaving his missive rather simple in theory. Redirect the pickup. Head to the Lower docks, and ask for the handler then collect the shipment. Most runners would have shown up, taken the crates, and left. Braze had no intention of doing any of that.

He stepped down the ramp with a slow, steady pace, the plastifoil order tag tucked inside his sleeve. The docks below were alive with motion. Containers grinding along magnetic rails. Haulers shouting over engine noise. Thick mist rolling in from the water and clinging to the structures like a second skin. Somewhere in this chaos was a hidden spice operation.One bold enough to move raw un refined product in volume. Gidgit peeked out from the satchel at his hip, tiny antennae twitching at every clang and hiss. Braze rested one hand on the droid for a moment pushing it gently back down before moving on.

"Lower stacks," he murmured, reading the subtle push in the back of his mind.

If they thought he was here to just pick up a shipment, they would let him right into their nest. Buyers always saw the product before money moved. Buyers were led straight to the heart of things.

It was perfect.

Braze adjusted his cloak and walked deeper into the maze of containers, boots echoing softly on the grates. Every step brought him closer to the shadows between the stacks, where dockworkers pretended not to look and strange shapes moved behind thin walls of steel. He was here to break the ring apart from the inside. And if the whole place came crashing down by the end of the night? Well… the Mud Duck could always outrun the fallout.


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Jek Raynar

This may hurt...
Jek Raynar
Character Bio
Jek was busy polishing his helmet, a quick spit shine for his baby and then back to work. Thats when he noticed the wookie. The Madclaw. Thats what everyone called the big pale brute and Jek didn't want to know why. He felt safe enough with his assumptions.

Wait.

What is he doing? The calian felt his brow furrow and eyes squint. He took in the scene sharply.

No. Oh he is diggin for somethin. Jek felt his face slowly shift away from the stoic mean mug expression and slip into a scowl of disgust. Quickly he turned away, but the image was already burned into his mental. A wookie booger. It was bigger than any piece of mucus he had seen from a sentient being.

Might as well of come from a reek. His stomach churned slightly and Jek felt the remnants of his last meal give him a surprise return.

But he managed to compose himself and did his best to disguise his revulsion with a series of coughs. " Holy sith." He muttered to himself.

Then he returned to the pallet and helped unload it.

Tags: The Madclaw The Madclaw Braze Braze
 

Scherezade deWinter

The Blood Hound
Scherezade deWinter
Character Bio
Braze Braze The Madclaw The Madclaw Jek Raynar Jek Raynar
The Mud Duck wasn't the only ship settling into that port that evening.

Scherezade's transport touched down two berths over, landing struts hissing as they met the slick metal. Whatever. She let her ship's automated control handle that part. She stood at the top of her own ramp for a moment, jaw tight, breathing in the scents of salt, rust, and lack of hope. The smells clung to everything here.

Behind her, three figures shuffled uncertainly. Humanoid. Young. Collared. Livestock, as far as the port records were concerned. Property, as far as their seller was concerned. And as far as Scherezade was concerned… an annoyance.

She wasn't happy about this cargo. She wasn't meant to be doing this sort of run anymore. But she had her reasons, and she wasn't in the mood to explain them, not even to herself. Not that it was anyone's business. Some secrets would go to the grave with her.

"Move," she said quietly.

They obeyed, stepping into the mist that pooled around the bottom of the ramp.

She adjusted the drape of her jacket, pulled the order tag deeper into her sleeve, and began guiding her three charges toward the Lower Stacks. That was where her buyer would be. That was where she needed to be.

Unbeknownst to her, just one set of container aisles over, another figure was threading his way into the same shadows. Braze, moving with intent, a tiny droid tucked at his side. Under normal circumstances, she would have scented or noticed his presence long before now. But these weren't normal circumstances.

So for now, neither of them knew the other was here.

Just two predators slipping into the same nest, each with their own reasons, each with their own secrets thick in their blood as the fog closed in around them.
 

Casaana

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Casaana
Character Bio

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Following Braze down the Mud Duck's ramp, busted power converter in hand as she chipperly chatted away at him as a young Vornskr with a bobbed tail jumped and lept around, trying to entice them into playing. "Right, so all the groaning and squealing aren't good sounds. And you feel that shaking coming down? It's like she's got arthritis in the stabilizers." She continued talking loud enough to be overheard by those nearby as she continued. "The shielding on the wiring syncing the port hyperdrive motivator is loose, an I give the mounting brackets maybe a dozen more jumps before something breaks." Casaana didn't know what security Braze had in place on the Mud Duck, but she was certain that no being would want to steal it now. Their cover was also well and truly established as a pair pretty far down on their luck despite tooling around in such a large ship.

Leaning into this, she was wearing a set of blue duranex overalls and a loose tan shirt with its sleeves pulled up, both with matching grease stains. Around her waist, she'd wrapped a tool belt with her lightsaber disguised as a hydrospanner next to some worn work gloves, and her blaster was tucked up under her drab field jacket, leaving her looking like a scruffy kid who spent too much time poking around engines on a smuggling vessel. Though she thought the overalls were kinda cute.

Following Braze into the stacks, Casaana stayed nominally alert, letting her eyes pan over the passing workers that crisscrossed any dockyard across the galaxy. Sure there was a lot of underworld activity in this sea town, but most beings were also just going about their lives and simply doing the best they could with what they had. Separating them out and ending the former without harming the latter was going to be the trick. Calling the Vornskr back to them as it started chasing down smells, she continued her earlier bit, "And with the rust coming off the condenser, it's practically a flying tetanus advertisement in there." she reached down to scratch along the pupper's ears. "If it gets any worse, we're gonna need booster shots. Also the puppy's looking hungry, so we're going to hafta stop and grab something to eat. You think they've got a lotta grilled fish here? I think I can smell some fish frying up, up ahead."

 
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Borun Borun

T y p h o o n
Borun Borun
Character Bio


The Trask Black-Market Port was always bustling, but at this hour, it was particularly vibrant with cargo haulers, their voices rising above the hissing steam vents, while repulsorlifts groaned as they transported crate after crate across the smooth durasteel floor. A thick must hung low in the air, heavy enough to form beads on both metal and skin, and every few seconds, a Rodian runner zipped between the stacks, clutching datapads or sample canisters.

No one stayed too long or made eye contact with the Black Sun Operatives navigating the port; everyone present understood the unspoken rules, or they would soon regret speaking out when a cold, hard blaster was pressed gently against their back.

Amidst the patrols moved the Warriors of Abonshee. The mercenary unit kept a steady rotation through the Lower Stacks, their ash-gray armor marked with clawed sigils, their movements clean and efficient. They checked crates, scanned pass tags, and watched every passerby with the quiet suspicion of hunters who never lost a client under their guard.

If they noticed Braze Braze or Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter they did not make it known.

In the nearby depilated warehouse, the Quarren emerged from between two refrigeration lockers, tendrils twitching in small restless curls as he surveyed his operation. A bubbling trill slipped past his lips, amused, impatient, hard to decipher. His workers had learned months ago not to ask what the sounds meant; they just moved faster when they heard them.

A stack of sealed spice canisters rested under a rust-streaked overhang, piled three high, each adorned with a coded Black Sun glyph too faint for casual scanners to detect. Two Weequay loaders struggled to get a malfunctioning grav-sled under control, muttering curses quietly.

A Trandoshan was verifying manifests inside a half-collapsed office module that acted as Borun Borun's "front desk." The disarray of the place was evident, but he appreciated it that way.

Another bubbling sound escaped him, this one more pronounced and the nearby workers immediately straightened up. "Cargo moves in ten," he said, voice wet and clipped. His tendrils pointed toward the mist-shrouded lift that led deeper into the dock tunnels. "No delays. Buyers get twitchy."

A Rodian stumbled forward with a datapad, stammering about a missing crate. Borun Borun leaned in close, eyes widening, expression animated enough to make the Rodian flinch. Then a low, rolling gurgle escaped him annoyed, but not lethal. Not tonight.

"Find it" he said simply. He turned back toward the maze of containers, tendrils swaying with each step. Golden colored eyes moved away from the containers just for a moment to spot the hulking wookiee The Madclaw The Madclaw then the diligent worker Jek Raynar Jek Raynar moving a crate. Each of them had their uses but it remained to be seen if they could protect this cargo from harm.
 
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Braze

Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
Braze
Character Bio


Braze surveyed the area, pausing long enough to glance back at Casaana Casaana and gauge how well she was managing Kujo's latest antics.

"Yeah, yeah... once we finish this job, maybe we can breathe a little easier, eh? " he said. He rolled his eyes in the dramatic way of someone who had been listening to the same complaint from the mechanic for weeks.

The Mud Duck was certainly a sizeable vessel. The Payday Class freighter had no shortage of interesting nooks and hidden compartments, a surprisingly good ship for moving a respectable amount of product without drawing attention.

Braze kept a wary eye on the skyline, taking in sounds, motion, and the ebb of traffic. Something about one of the ships that had landed nearby tugged at his memory. He thought he recognized its silhouette. Maybe Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter was here. It certainly looked like her ship from a glance but he couldn't be too certain. Still it was anouther foot note he added to the growing list of plusable problems to keep in mind.

When Casaana Casaana finally caught up to his pace, he led her past the wookie without a second glance, paying the typical amount of attention he gave to strange creatures in docking bays, which was to say almost none at all.

He passed Jek Raynar Jek Raynar a wary glance as he made his way to the meeting location keeping careful stock of who and what all was around.

"Every time you talk about the stabilizers I develop a new phantom injury. If anyone tries to steal the Mud Duck now, they are very desperate. Everything you said sounds terrible, but the only urgent problem I heard was that the puppy is hungry. We can fix stabilizers later. But we better feed him before he gets ravenous.I do not want to keep the contact waiting."

He paused long enough to reach into his sleeve, producing a small violet pouch. With a quick motion he offered it to Casaana.

" Go on and get your fish and a snack for the puppy. Do not dawdle," he said, handing her the tiny pouch of credits so she could buy whatever questionable dockside food stood the best chance of keeping them alive.

Braze briefly wondered if Schmarmee Schmarmee had ever been to a place like this as he walked through the shipping containers.

He finally made his way to the correct dilapidated warehouse and gave his code phrases to the Weequay at the door. "I am here to settle the dust ledger."

He explained his buissness associate would be along shortly as he waited for Casaana Casaana to catch up.

He pulled G.I.D.G.I.T. from his pocket shaking the small droid 'awake' from it's stand by mode and turned the small lady bug looking thing over hitting a switch to turn off the vocoder intrergration that gave Gidgit a voice beyond Droid binary.

"Alright time to wake up. Inventory mode. I need you ready for crate counts, weight estimates, and any irregular readings."

Gidgit gave a bright little trill as Braze set him down on his fluffy cloak's shoulder. A soft cascade of chirps and warbling beeps followed, the kind he always made when accepting a task with absolute enthusiasm. Gidgit's little optic sent live feed back to the duck conveniently allowing Saram Kote Saram Kote to see and hear what all was going on with the away team.

He let his awareness drift, trying to sense the shape of the unseen threads around Borun Borun Borun Borun and the machinery of this place. The Pyke Syndicate joining hands with the Black Sun felt like two storms folding into one, and Braze could not yet tell if he was standing in the calm or at the edge of the first lightning strike.






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Bounty Hunter

Name: Braze[br]
Affiliation: Independent[br]
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