Orick T'ane
Troublemaker
Attahox
The seedy cantina had been half empty all day, but it was shift change at the factory complex down the street, so it was about to get loud. Orick had been wandering through the seedy cantinas looking for anything interesting that may pop up. Attahox had been a member planet of the Republic for hundreds of years, until recent history it had been a peaceful planet, but the Sith changed that, bringing in change and an iron fist ot rule. The mass disappearance had further plunged the world into chaos, with no outside control or support, Attahox had become insular, and it had decided that being self sufficient wasn't a bad idea. That idea translated into an independent government, one that refuted the right of outside forces to interfere.
That decision is why Orick was here today, it was why he had been here with the Republic fleet those few years ago. Attahox had decided to be independent, but rather than be peaceful about it they had fought, and they had lost. The Republic had smashed their forces and recreated the government, a government that was more pro peace. Holdouts were always a given in a situation like that, and it proved no different here. The 'Attahox Liberation Army' had started out as a few malcontents in a dark room, but it was becoming a danger to the stability of the planet.
Orick, in his usual guise of for hire smuggler, sat in the shabby cantina hoping that maybe he could attract the attention of one of the members of this group. His mission, if he could call this a mission, was to locate and supply intel on the 'ALA' for Republic defense forces. He had 'convinced' one of the supply sergeants he knew to arrange for him to borrow a few crates of standard issue thermal detonators as well as a crate of VRL-5 assault plasters. He was hoping to use these crates, and the tracking devices he had secretly planted inside them, to get close to a cell of ALA under the premise of being a supporter.
He had spent almost half of his day in this specific cantina and was about ready to leave when the influx of factory workers changed his mind, he just needed to find the right guy. there was always one loud drunk in the group, the one that seemed to spew nothing but information out of his pie hole when he was plastered, and Orick would find him. He was just about to order another bottle of Corellian ale when the kark hit the fan, the 'kark' in this case being a the untimely arrival of a patrol of Republic security forces. He looked over the small patrol and then at the large group of worked and did the math. Six dead soldiers and one hell of a riot in the works. Well kriff me, I wonder who the stupid officer is that would even think it was a good idea to be in this part of town is. He shook his head and decided that the empty bottle in front of him was going to be much more useful than a full bottle.
[member="Valo Porkins"]
The seedy cantina had been half empty all day, but it was shift change at the factory complex down the street, so it was about to get loud. Orick had been wandering through the seedy cantinas looking for anything interesting that may pop up. Attahox had been a member planet of the Republic for hundreds of years, until recent history it had been a peaceful planet, but the Sith changed that, bringing in change and an iron fist ot rule. The mass disappearance had further plunged the world into chaos, with no outside control or support, Attahox had become insular, and it had decided that being self sufficient wasn't a bad idea. That idea translated into an independent government, one that refuted the right of outside forces to interfere.
That decision is why Orick was here today, it was why he had been here with the Republic fleet those few years ago. Attahox had decided to be independent, but rather than be peaceful about it they had fought, and they had lost. The Republic had smashed their forces and recreated the government, a government that was more pro peace. Holdouts were always a given in a situation like that, and it proved no different here. The 'Attahox Liberation Army' had started out as a few malcontents in a dark room, but it was becoming a danger to the stability of the planet.
Orick, in his usual guise of for hire smuggler, sat in the shabby cantina hoping that maybe he could attract the attention of one of the members of this group. His mission, if he could call this a mission, was to locate and supply intel on the 'ALA' for Republic defense forces. He had 'convinced' one of the supply sergeants he knew to arrange for him to borrow a few crates of standard issue thermal detonators as well as a crate of VRL-5 assault plasters. He was hoping to use these crates, and the tracking devices he had secretly planted inside them, to get close to a cell of ALA under the premise of being a supporter.
He had spent almost half of his day in this specific cantina and was about ready to leave when the influx of factory workers changed his mind, he just needed to find the right guy. there was always one loud drunk in the group, the one that seemed to spew nothing but information out of his pie hole when he was plastered, and Orick would find him. He was just about to order another bottle of Corellian ale when the kark hit the fan, the 'kark' in this case being a the untimely arrival of a patrol of Republic security forces. He looked over the small patrol and then at the large group of worked and did the math. Six dead soldiers and one hell of a riot in the works. Well kriff me, I wonder who the stupid officer is that would even think it was a good idea to be in this part of town is. He shook his head and decided that the empty bottle in front of him was going to be much more useful than a full bottle.
[member="Valo Porkins"]