Tart-Cart Chronicles: Part I, Blood Money

[Saran Drast]

Strask listened intently to Tyrus's description of events, he nodded, thinking. "So who all knew of your plans?" he asked, a frown on his face. "You're seeming like the hardest person to exonerate from all this. No offence," He added quickly, seemingly worried the old man would turn on him. "It's just... I can blame a lot on the corpse you all left on the hanger floor. Show the alliance someone's a Sith and suddenly they have to be the problem." With a laugh, he continued. "But the murder... You'd been planning it for months. You even shot him in the head on camera. In front of everyone. And if even one of the guards survived, then you'll probably have some trouble."

As the Strill left the ceiling, the creature's paw slammed into the back of his head, and he staggered forward. A furry hand shot out to grab hold of the bulkhead, and barely found purchase. "Careful, Lord Cabur!" The beast gave him a snort as it left, to go relieve itself, probably. Figured. Outside he could hear others, men talking and such. "I'll see what I can do. Shouldn't be too much trouble." Turning to the woman who had followed him up, he frowned. "Do we have any passes to the temple with us?"

"I do. Why we have them checked out, I'm not sure." The woman pulled out a pair of what looked like ID cards, and handed them to Saran. "These should get you past the border. Just tell them Iraek sent you."

The Miraluka nodded. "Thank you." As the woman nodded in reply, Saran headed out. Pausing next to Strask, she seemed surprised by something, but seemed to shrug it off and move on. There were a few more people by the exit ramp than she had expected. One of them seemed to smell more of alcohol and urine than human, and other was embracing Corin, which she could only tell because the blackness that was one of them appeared to be hugging air until she focused on it hard enough. Why on earth was he always like that? That would be ridiculously taxing to do in the Force, and yet he seemed to do it all the time. It made no sense. Either way, she waited quietly behind him for the older man to be done holding him.

[member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Astrid"] [member="Tyris Hayes"][member=Jackpot"][member="Marvik Dathu"]

 

[Astrid]

Most drunkards, in Astrid's experience, would have reacted much the same. Confusion, anger, and then aggression. The drunkard that Lord Cabur had made a point to urinate upon had begun to show the tall-tell signs, and even his voice mirrored them. That was, until he made contact with her.

"Oh... No," Astrid groaned inwardly as he planted himself infront of her. She rose as he gathered up her hand, and the close proximity did nothing for her first impressions of the man. If he hadn't been drunk and soaked with urine, maybe it would have been flattering. However, such was not the case and she found it extremely difficult to hide the look of disgust that twisted her visible features. The need to gag at the awful aroma was unbearable and as it came, she managed to stifle it and cough instead. As if she had touched a piece of hot iron, she yanked her hand away from him and stumbled backwards up the ramp in a desperate attempt to put some distance between herself and Marvik.

It was at that moment that the swift kick came upon him and she, alarmed, managed to trip over her own feet and landed with a thump upon her rear. Smarting, she groaned as she rubbed her hip. One grey eye was closed to the world, her face twisted in a grimace.

"Zvaindirwadza," the woman hissed through clenched teeth. Looking as if there were more to add, Astrid fell silent a moment and listened to Corin's words. They drew forth a laugh from her and she nodded before pushing herself up to her feet. Patting the dust and dirt from her dark leather attire, she lifted a brow at the other stranger.

Even though her focus had been upon the drunken Marvik, she had not missed pieces of light conversation between his friend and Corin. The embrace had been caught in her peripheral vision. Everyone seemed to know him here. "Was this planned," she asked. "Or is this just a freak-show coincidence, Corin?"

Turning, Astrid caught sight of Saran. Seeing the Jedi wait patiently made her break into a grin behind the thick leather veil. With a single nod and a wink, the raven haired woman turned back towards the drunken Marvik. Her arms crossed her chest and she adopted a stance, one that portrayed her dislike and distrust for him.

"How about you keep your hands to yourself, drunk. Or, do you want to lose a few teeth along with your balls today?"





[member="Corin Tal'verda"]
[member="Marvik Dathu"]
[member="Jackpot"]
[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Tyris Hayes]

"That sounds good, now if you excuse me i must get going, i have some things to take care of. Goodbye." Tyris said to Strask

Tyris needed to get some weapons, most of his weapons were left on Naboo, and Tyris needed himself a sniper rifle. Tyris did not necessarily have a license to own a gun on Bothawui, but he knew some less than legal ways to find guns.

Tyris made his way outside the ship, and saw the whole congregation of people and decided not to question it. He hobbled down the ramp and looked and stopped next to Corrin, who seemed to be hugging another older man.

"Corrin i need to go run some errands, i will be back by the end of the day." Tyris said before making his way outside the hangar, he had business to take care of.

[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Jackpot"]
[member="Astrid"]
[member="Marvik Dathu"]
[member="Corin Tal'verda"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

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There came moments in every man's life when all the stars in the galaxy seemed to align. The cosmic balance shifted. The scales of fate leaned. Life in all of its rotten forms came together and for a split second it was as if the universe collectivly turned their hands to the sky and gave the finger in your general direction. Jackpot was serving as the headsman. The guillotine that brought its mighty blade down to bear on the only head that truly mattered.

Beskar rattled. Cod piece flexed. Tears shed. And as Marvik fell to the ground in writhing pain, he grabbed for the impact zone. Ground zero where the hard stone, that was erected just moments prior, had been suddenly and violently turned to broken rubble. There was no God. That faith had been stripped from him the moment contact was made. The pain was so immense that not even gasps could escape Marvik's lips, there were haggered chokes that slipped out between the prayers for a swift death. Betrayal had befallen him twice in a matter of moments. Beast and man alike were no friends of his.

Sometime between yearning for death and anger boiling over into a murderous rage, Marvik caught the beautiful woman saying something about not drunking her with his touch. Or something like that. Rolling over onto his back, Marvik looked up at Astrid and spoke in a strained, pitchy voice.

"One...second...darlin'"

With a single hand cupped on his groin, Marvik drew his Weskar and set it to stun before sticking the barrel between Jackpot's legs and placed the end between the plates of his codpiece. "K'oyacyi" he growled before putting a stun round right in the sweet spot. With that bit of revenge taken care of, Marvik let his eyes feast upon the candy that was the blue haired Astrid. Voice still broken by pain, he muttered,

"As...as I was saying...you are...stunning...we should get a drink sometime..."

 

[Trexlyn Antilus]

Hangers were not quiet places, Trexlyn knew this, and sometimes fights did break out, usually because someone called someone else's ship a pile of jaggalor dung. But what he heard was different the telltale sound of a stun bolt discharging, this was not normal, the police here would have spoken first. Lacking even a simple, Halt right there criminal scum! meant that it was between civilians or criminals, something he'd rather not get involved in, but something in his gut told him this was un-avoidable. So like any true son of Corell he choose to dive in head first, setting down the rack of six MG7-A torpedoes that the powerful cybernetic arms he had implanted on his back carried and shifting them to a defensive position he hoped brute strength would get him through any fight.

Speaking into his comlink "Late, warm up the engines, there might be trouble here."

Stepping forward with the light whine of cybernetics in his legs and spine, he sees two men laying on the floor, one clutching his groin and the other unconscious, and a small group surrounding them. Using a hand to pull on his sleeve to show his Corellian Defence Force lieutenant's insignia, while covering the smaller patch underneath signifying honourable discharge.

Trex spoke up, "Alright ladies. Shut it down, fun's over, I'd hate to see any of you end up jail."

Just has he finishes speaking the sound of a Skipray's main engines firing up can be heard in the distance.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Corin, is that what the old man was going by nowadays? He seems to also have made new friends, an interesting bunch of misfits and bounty hunters. Calico would have to introduce him to them and he'd have a lot of catching up to do.

"Now, I don't usually believe in coincidences, but this has to be the luckiest day of my life. Made a great new friend and found an old brother. The only thing that's missing is-" He felt something between his legs, then his friend said something in Mandoa. He heard the click of a gun, the sound of a muffled blaster, then nothing.

His vision went black, the sounds of the world around him started to fade out as he slipped into unconsciousness. However, there was one thing the drunk didn't think of, because as Jackpot lost his consciousness, he still had his arms around the boss, so when he fell backwards, onto Marvik, he ripped the armoured man with him.

And with a loud crunch two armoured men fell onto the drunken Marvik. This day was not the best day after all. It was the worst day, for everyone involved.

[member="Marvik Dathu"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Astrid"] [member="Tyris Hayes"] [member="Saran Drast"] [member="Trexlyn Antilus"]

 

[Astrid]

If there were situations in the past that had been impressionable, they paled in comparison to the unexpected string of events that has come together to form the stepping stones that created the hilarity before her. She could think of only one occasion that rivaled the current twist of events and as she considered it she found that it could not withstand and hold it's own against the mass of men before her. Astrid laughed, arms tucked tight over her ribs as she struggled to breathe through the tremors that shook her slender form. She doubled forward, laughing so hard that she began to cough. Where disgust had been just moments before, admiration for the drunken Marvik took hold and he had redeemed himself in her eyes. For the moment at least.

When she regained control of herself, Astrid grasped a hold of Corin's shoulder in an attempt to pull him off of the two men pinned beneath him. "By the gods, if this is how traveling with you is going to go, Corin, I don't think I can handle myself," she laughed, stepping back and giving up the attempt to pull an armored man anywhere. She was not adapted to physical excretion and had no real way to assist, so she stepped backwards up the ramp and out of the way.

It was at that moment she noticed the blonde headed latest arrival. And, he was flashing some sort of badge. She had not caught a word he said, and she grinned ever still behind her veil.

"What was that?" She called, "are you one of his friends, too?" She gestured to the fallen Corin before she noticed just what his badge represented. Her grin evaporated.

"Oh dear..."

 

[Revenchent]

"Why?" Was all Corin managed to ask.

He was sent tumbling forward with the two drunks, a string of curses spewing from his helmet's vocalizer as he fell. They only ceased when Jackpot went limp, and only because he was busy grunting and grumbling. Prying himself out of the older man's grasp was no easy task, and Astrid's assistance was met with a grateful nod. After some effort, Corin was able to wrench himself up onto his feet.

"Hello, Bothuwai," the youth sighed, exasperated. "You brought this on yourselves," he added, his helmeted gaze falling on Marvik, He found that he suddenly wanted to be anywhere but the hanger at that particular moment.

Lord Cabur seemed all-too-pleased with this situation. It trotted up alongside Corin, its big black eyes peering over the two unconscious men curiously. When the blonde approached, Cabur ignored him. Corin did not.

The youth reached up to remove his helmet, and affixed the stranger with a look that was anything but impressed. "We're on Bothuwai ner'vod," Corin snickered, "They don't recognize Corellian jurisdiction here. At least I don't think they do..."

He looked at Astrid. "I'm not telling a cop to go kark himself while he can actually arrest me, am I?"

[member="Astrid"], [member="Jackpot"], [member="Trexlyn Antilus"], [member="Marvik Dathu"], [member="Tyris Hayes"], [member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Trexlyn Antilus]

"I'm not here to arrest anyone," Trexlyn says as he lets his arm down and the "Honourably Discharged" badge show.

He thinks to himself 'well there's no sense hiding it now' "But some of us have enough torpedoes to sink a capital ship, and I'm really not liking the idea of the local enforcers being commed."

Pulling up his comm "Late, shut it down, and bring the grav-sled to me." Some angry beeping emgerges from the speaker before he shuts it off.

"So anyway who are these guys?" He asks pointing the the two men, still on the floor.


[member="Astrid"]
[member="Jackpot"]
[member="Marvik Dathu"]
[member="Tyris Hayes"]
[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Corin Tal'verda"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Marvik was still recovering from the strike, his eyes locked on Astrid and his hands cupped around his groin. The blue streaks in her hair glistened in the white lights hanging up above, her eyes still burning with the familar disgust he had seen in a thousand other women across a thousand alien bars. Even still, she was quite beautiful. She had to be younger than Marvik, but not by much. If he weren't as drunk as he was he'd probably be a slight bit intimidated by her looks.

Luckily, he was drunk nearly twenty-four hours a day.

As he lay there admiring the woman in the searing, white light a dark shadow closed in around him. Marvik's eyes turned only to see a metallic mound of man and armor falling towards him.

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There was time only for one thing in this moment. With wide eyes and flashes of death in his mind, Marvik did the only thing he imagine doing.

"Oh Kark..." Marvik managed before the two mountains of beskar and durasteel fell backwards, crushing him under their collective weight. Again the air was forced from Marvik's lungs, his eyes buldging for a split second before his head fell back and he struggled to gasp for breath.

The beautiful woman helped the Strill Owner up and as soon as the weight was lifted, he rolled Jackpot off of him and turned over to his stomach. He gasped for air, eyes turning upwards he saw the only thing he hated seeing when walking drunkedly on the town. Cops. Damnit, they always showed up when HE was doing something illegal. They never showed up when someone he didn't like was doing something illegal.

"So anyway who are these guys?"
Marvik gasped once again, lifting himself to his hands and knees with eyes locked to the ground. "Th-" a wheeze, "This man is drunk" he coughed again, pointing to Jackpot as he wabbled to his feet. Brushing himself off, he walked backwards away from the officer; accidentally bumping into Astrid as he did.

 

[Astrid]

So, the supposed member of authority was an ex-member of authority. Visibly, the leather-bound woman eased into a relaxed stance. With Corin back on his feet, the entertainment factor decreased and leveled itself off to a bearable state of amusement. It now was no longer as crippling as it could have been. With any luck, they would finally begin to obtain some progression towards their goals. They had names to clear, some had a temple to observe, among other things. The first two steps had been completed. Now if they could just get a move on step three, leave the hanger, everything would be on point.

"Well, that's good to know. Glad no one is getting arrested. The real question isn't who these two baboons are, but who you are. I suppose the next question would be who the rest of us are but it's probably best we--" Astrid's words died as Marvik stumbled to his feet and collided backwards into her. With her focus upon the blonde haired male, she had taken her attention from the drunken pair and she received her reward for negligence in the form of losing her balance and landing awkwardly upon her rear further up the ramp. Her arms swung out from her sides, as she attempted to pull them behind her to help control her fall. She landed with a grunt, displeased and annoyance shattered what little points that Marvik had obtained through putting a stun shot into his companion's jewels.


[member="Marvik Dathu"] [member="Trexlyn Antilus"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member="Jackpot"] [member="Saran Drast"]