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Posted by max ordo on 22 September 2005 08:09 AM:

IC: Smuggler's Q:TU take 2

(Narrator)

Public Service Announcement:
Anywhere you go in the galaxy you will find that people will pay for things they want. Everyone knows that business is everywhere to help supply products that the general populace demands. These are protected and also monitored by those who happen to be in control. These governments somehow believe that they know what their people need and don’t need and therefore believe that it is their duty to make sure that unneeded or sometimes harmful things are not available. Unwittingly they have made it possible for another type of business to flourish. This other business is very high stakes because to be caught doing it usually means retribution of some sort. The ‘good’ citizens tend to look down on and punish those who try and buck the system or go beyond the law by fining, imprisoning and sometimes executing these brazen individuals who care nothing for the laws. You might ask why anyone would risk this, who are these degenerates. Well….They are people just like everyone else who either by choice or necessity are forced to do what others won’t and supply these illegal wares for profit. These men and women are usually referred to as smugglers or pirates, among other less savory things.

Smuggling is one of the oldest professions on the galaxy, practiced by sentients of nearly every race on every world. They generally associate with each other and are employed by those tagged as ‘criminal’ by most. These ‘criminal’s’ though are willing to pay the smugglers well to do what they do best. This is a story of these ingenious people whose job is to go around the outside of normal society and do what they are told is wrong. Hopefully we will be able to dispel the notion that these people really are throwbacks of society……….But I doubt it.

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Jaedo Cass in Q:TU Rebel 2
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GM: Q:TU SMUGGLERS Take 2
GM:The Evil Within

Posted by max ordo on 22 September 2005 08:41 AM:

Casra Fiarl

Nar Shadda

It was a typical Nar Shadda night for the patrons of the Mynoks Kiss. The cantina patrons were all intoxicated by the watered down drinks and had most likely been robbed of anything not secured to their body’s by their fellows. Like most other cantinas on Nar Shadda you could find nearly anything you wanted there or at least someone who could. This was the Smugglers Moon of course, a haven for those on the run from the harsh Imperial laws that were rigidly enforced throughout the rest of the galaxy were hardly even recognized here, in the heart of Hutt Space. The typical evening was interrupted by a few different things that all seemed to happen at once. There was a surprised yelp as one of the ‘working girls’ was thrown to the ground as a slim figure in a skin tight black outfit and goggles crashed past her, immediately followed by several quick bursts of blaster fire and an angry voice yelling to “Stop that thief.” then another volley of shots. Seeing the people loitering around in front of the bar suddenly drop to the ground to avoid the shooting the fleeing figure suddenly turns and hops into a running speeder, whose driver apparently felt safer hiding next to the vehicle that in it, and took off into the night. A moment later a group of four Trandoshans ran onto the scene, weapons drawn. The largest of the group started cursing in his native tongue at the others. The speeders owner, a scrawny Gran, who was looking in the direction of his fleeing vehicle, turned to the Tradesman with an accusatory glance. The large lizard man, already angered, noticed the Gran who he blamed for the others escape moved quicker than expected for a creature his size and seized the Gran by the shoulders and proceeded to tear out his throat with his razor-sharp teeth. Dropping the Gran to the ground, the body twitching still, the large Trandoshan pointed at his fellows “Find her and bring her to me. I will feast on her bones for stealing from Me.” with that he goes back the way he cam and the other three head in another direction.

Not long after in a dark alley a few miles away the black clad figure had just finished stashing the stolen vehicle then ducked into a darkened alcove. A few seconds later a different figure emerged. A stunning young woman in a tight green top tied off a few inches above her navel and dark grey baggy pants that seemed to hang very nicely right at her hips walked out of the alley pulling on a short sleeved black leather vest. Stopping at the entrance of the alley for a moment the young woman puts a ciggara to her lips and lights it, enjoying that first fresh taste of smoke she then heads towards an average looking apartment building Home sweet home she thinks as she nears the entrance and heads to her quiet home. After entering her apartment and securing the door behind her she gives the place a quick look before heading to the fresher to shower and relax. Emerging after a nice long hot shower with a towel wrapped around her she is stunned when she sees a man sitting casually in her front room “Ah…Casra Fiarl. It is nice to meet you. You are even more stunning than the security camera images let on.” Startled by the strangers presence "Wha- WH ... who the hell are YOU? How'd you get in here?" Casra demands. She clings to her towel with one hand, using her other ostensibly for balance, and edges sideways, watching the man carefully and making her way very slowly toward the drawer where her blaster is stored. The Zeltron replies "Who I am is not relevant, and how I got in isn't either. What is important is who sent me." noticing you inching away from him he gives you a toothy grin and says "you won't need that, besides it's right here" and he holds your blaster out in front of him in a non threatening manner. Casra's heart's in her throat, as she's in a horribly vulnerable position and knows it ... but she forces her expression into a cool, slightly irritated look and purses her lips. "Fine. Then who sent you? And why?" Giving the woman a knowing smile he replies "I do not know the details of the ‘why’ but the whom on the other hand prefers to introduce him. Regardless I was sent to invite you to a small meeting where you will be offered a job by that will possibly keep things like your little run in with Tordoskk and his boys from happening again." He then points at a box you hadn't noticed up until then sitting a few feet from you "And that is a small payment just to entice you into attending this meeting. Go ahead...open it." Casra huffs and scowls at the Zeltron. "I'm sure I'll be impressed," she shoots back flatly, "but do you think you can give me a moment to get dressed first?" "I said open it." you hear the friendly tone is gone from his voice, replaced with something that gives you a shiver down your back. Casra's eyes narrow suspiciously. "What's the rush? More apartments to invade? I've got my hands full with this towel -- why don't you open it and show me?" She takes a step away from the box. "So suspicious..." and he pulls a small device from his pocket, pointing it at the box, which opens immediately.” And my dear, a woman as beautiful as you should not make those faces. It will age you prematurely” "I could get hit by a land speeder tomorrow," Casra rejoins. "What are you gonna do?" She edges around to look inside the box, however ... keeping as much distance from it as possible until she can see what's inside. Glancing inside the box you see a grizzly item. The dead lifeless eyes of Tordoskk, the Trandoshan you just robbed, who would undoubtedly, hunted you down for stealing from him. Casra jumps slightly, unable to completely conceal her reaction to the sight. She recovers quickly, however. "Ah," she remarks, adding unnecessarily, "Hey, I know that guy." After taking a moment to come to terms with the situation, she continues, "Well I don't think I have a place I could display it just now, but the sentiment is ... is ... certainly attention-getting." The Zeltron sees Casra's reaction and can certainly relate to the shock "As distasteful as this item is, I don't believe it is meant as a display item so much as a sign of good faith. You now have a clean slate and won't have that thing looking for you. His companions were dealt with as well.” She pauses a moment "So ... if you can't tell me your name ... and you can't tell me your employer's ... what CAN you tell me?" Amused by her words the Zeltron responds "Very well, you may call me Sypher. And I can also tell you that an offer like this doesn't happen often and you should take it while it still stands." "Thank you -- Sypher it is." Casra briefly struggles inwardly with whether or not to ask her next question, but curiosity finally wins out. "So tell me, Sypher -- what would happen if I refused? I can't imagine that your employer considers this affair a free gift." Looking directly into her sapphire blue eyes Sypher responds "Unfortunately for me I would never be able to lay eyes on you again. But as far as what would happen to you...nothing. I would leave, you are free to do as you wish. My employer knows that people who work willingly perform better in these types of jobs." Just like a Zeltron! Casra thinks. But if he's sincere, maybe that can work to my advantage, too. Aloud, she says coolly, "Just curious. After a display like this, I'd be crazy not to at least meet with this person. So then ... how can I do that?" Giving her an inviting smile Sypher replies "Why that is simple my dear. All you would do is get dressed and follow me out to my speeder and I will take you to him." "I've kind of wanted to do that anyway," Casra agrees. "So why don't you wait here while I go get dressed?" So saying, she turns to go into her bedroom. As Casra goes to her room and closes the door behind her she hears Sypher say playfully "If you need any assistance I will gladly volunteer." "I think I can manage thanks!" Casra shoots back. "And don't get any ideas about letting yourself in like you did before!" as she slips into an identical outfit as before right down to the black leather boots and the emerald green undergarments which are slightly visible above the waist of her low riding pants. Casra re-emerges dressed and lighting the ciggara she's already stuck into her mouth. Glancing up at Sypher, she says, "Oh, sorry -- want one?" The Zeltron replies "I will gladly accept anything you have to offer me my dear Casra" "For now, you'll have to settle for this," Casra replies with a wry smile, offering the Zeltron a ciggara. Then she adds, "And since you don't need to worry about me shooting at you anymore, may I have my blaster back?" He hands the blaster back with the barrel pointed at the ground "Of course...It is dangerous out there." Casra notices as his jacket opens that the harmless looking Zeltron has twin heavy blasters in cross draw holsters on his hip that look like they have been used extensively and are not just to impress. "You never know who you will run across." She grins "Yeah. The houseguests can be real killers." And with that Casra follows Sypher out to his speeder to this meeting he spoke of.

Posted by max ordo on 23 September 2005 08:04 PM:

Karava Riax

Mos Eisley

The cantina was packed full on this night, aliens and human alike vying for a spot at the bar so that they could drown their sorrows in the cheap liquor. It was a pretty rough looking crowd on this night and it was giving off a tense air. Something could happen at any moment. The band on the platform towards the back of the room was playing a high pitched fast tempo little ditty which most everyone was ignoring except for a few drunken Twi’Lek women who were swaying to the fast tempo and happened to be drawing a small group of onlookers. The patrons at the bar were elbow to elbow all the way around except at one spot. The open spot was occupied by a large Trandoshan male, Karava Riax, who was known for a quick temper that the other patrons didn’t want to bother with. The lights behind the bar glinted off Kavara’s dark red scales giving the vague impression that he was coated in blood. As the door to the cantina the people closest it grew quiet and slowly placed their hands on their weapons, trouble might be here now. A group of 6 Ubese, slugthrower rifles in hand, entered the cantina with what seemed a purpose. They made their way to the bar not going around anyone, those not quick enough to move were moved through. The Ubese stopped about 6 feet behind the Trandoshan and formed a semi-circle around him. The bartender, a nervous looking Gran looked at the Ubese “No troubles here, just drinks” the nearest Ubese brought the barrel of his slugthrower rifle up and pointed it at the Gran’s head “Shut your and mind your own business” the his vocalizer it sounded metallic and unnatural, the bartender with hands raised stepped away. The lead Ubese looked a little different than his fellows, even in his bulky environmental suit he moved with the fluid grace of a stalking predator and he wasn’t armed with a slugthrower but had twin heavy blasters on his hips. The leader of the Ubese group said one thing “Karava Riax ….” The area around the group grew hushed as the onlookers waited to see what looked to be a quick slaughter of the large red skinned Trandoshan.

Posted by max ordo on 23 September 2005 08:24 PM:

Srawn

Nar Shadda

The Mynocks Kiss was having a great night, at least for business. Patrons were buying more drinks and discussing the event that had just happened within the last hour. Most of the patrons who the angry Trandoshan was, Tordoskk was a local thug who ran numbers and did collections for the Hutt rules of this little piece of heaven Nar Shadda. The most often asked question asked by the patrons was who would steal from him, his temper was near legendary in this section of the city. He was known to kill then eat others for seemingly minor offenses. Among all the tavern dwellers who were jostling for position at the bar there was a man alone who had been drinking only water and seemed to be listening to those around and watching with intense green eyes. One or two people approached him only to receive short almost rude one word replies to whatever they asked. Srawn was getting tired of this place and was about to leave when he notices a well armed human and an impeccably dressed Zeltron making a straight line for his table. The two sit without being asked, the human looks into Srawns green eyes “ Are you Srawn….”

Posted by PsychoInfiltrator on 23 September 2005 08:36 PM:

"Why? You got somebody for me to kill? Or just credits to donate to "Superior Killing Enterprises Inc(.)?"
Srawn looked cooly at them. His weapon holsters, one just above his right knee, and one crossdraw-style on the left side of his belt, were occupied. So were his hands. His left hand was setting down the glass of water. The right hand was attached to Srawn's light repeater.

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Posted by max ordo on 23 September 2005 08:45 PM:

Hearing the reply the Zeltron stands and says to his companion "This is the one, I'm going to go get the girl. I'll see you later." the man replies to his friend "Don't be late Sypher, he hates it when you're late." the Zeltron just gives a wink while the man turn back to Srawn "Well kid I like your attitude. To answer your question all I can say is possibly. I represent a man who is putting a group together for a little operation. After asking around we found that your name came up enough to warrant an offer. I know it's vague but it's all you get for now. You interested?" the human gives Srawn a knowing look, confident of the other mans answer.

ooc:gimme a spot check

Posted by PsychoInfiltrator on 23 September 2005 08:56 PM:

Srawn spits on the bar.
"Don't call me kid. I'm not one. You should know that. Unless blind, deaf and stupid is a good approximation of your abilities. ... Hmmm...how much does your little operation pay?"
Srawn's left hand is now also holding the T-21.

(OOC: Spot: Roll: 7)

Posted by max ordo on 23 September 2005 09:06 PM:

Unfazed by the abrupt answer the human looks Srawn dead in the eye "No need for insults son, I'll tell you this much. It will pay extremely well if I know my employer at all. And just to entice you to the meeting..here" as he tosses a stack of loose credits on the table "There's 500 for your time. It's only a short meeting."

Posted by PsychoInfiltrator on 23 September 2005 09:11 PM:

Spits again at the mention of son, but palms the 500.
"I will attend. It should be worth my time. Though honestly, if you're that old (referring ot the son thing) you should be outta this business. And I'll quit the insults whn you do, or when I get paid for them to stop."
Srawn turns, looks at the bartender, with a look of pure 'don't you dare try and collect on my tab you nut or I'll kill you now and besides I might even pay you later'.
Srawn appears to ignore the eyes.

OOC: That was seven not counting modifiers, BTW.

Posted by max ordo on 23 September 2005 09:27 PM:

"Such intensity, I haven't seen that in a long time. And yes if I were your father I would be to old for this but one thing to remember boyo, not everything is what it seems. As for the insults they don't bother me a bit, but the man you're gonna meet won't tolerate it so get them out now." he then turns to head for the door and you hear him say "I hate crowds" and suddenly he stops and seems to concentrate for a second and the oddest thing happens, the humans body starts to bubble and pop, expanding beyond what it should and in the blink of an eye he is replaced by the form of a Yuzzem standing almost 9ft and probably somewhere around 600 lb you'd guess. He then moves swiftly for the door, knocking people out of the way, clearing a quick path for the two of you "You comin kid?" you hear him growl from near the doorway.

Posted by Vjerzag on 23 September 2005 11:22 PM:

Karava Riax

Karava was watching them entering. damn, again trouble and I was just waiting for my transport to..... . He grins to closest Ubese and start talking with distinctive hisss: Karava Riax it is and you are...WHO? Karava place his hand on the belt touching his termal detonator.

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Posted by PsychoInfiltrator on 24 September 2005 12:29 PM:

Bloody Shi'ido.
Srawn follows the shapechanger, using the muzzle of his T21 as a prod on anyone in his way.

Posted by darth_borehd on 24 September 2005 03:12 PM:

B.S.O.D.

At a nearby table, the tall blue Lepi known as "BSOD" puts away the data pad he was studying into a pocket of the jumpsuit beneath his blast vest. His yellow eyes watch the scene as his long blue ears twitch in anticipation. He leans back in his chair and takes another bite of his bantha dog.

Posted by max ordo on 24 September 2005 04:27 PM:

BSOD

The Rodian had been watching this place all night and after seeing a of business he didn't feel bad for what he was about to do. I'd better get that one out of here first he thinks as he looks at the Lepi sitting eating watching Emanon make a spectle of himself Damn shapeshifting idiot, I told him not to draw attention and what does he do? Now this place is gonna need some remodeling. The Rodian, Malo, was only subordinate to one person on this mission and that was the boss so he felt confident in making the decision he had just come to. Moving like a hunting cat he slides up next to the Lepi and leans close "Wait out front if you want to live, its about to get messy. Don't make me come looking for you, I have an offer to make but it has to wait." With that he grabs the Lepi by the shoulder and gets him moving in the right direction. As he neared the door he shoved the blue furred alien towards the door and made sure he was through before he finished his job. Pulling his two custom heavy blasters the Rodian let loose a barrage into the interior of the bar, not aiming but hitting many patrons regardless, mercifully killing some. Asn he reached the door he holstered the blasters, they had done their job, most of the occupants were on the ground hopeing to avoid the shots. Malo reached into his long overcoat and tossed five live Thermal Detonators into the bar then turned and seeing the Lepi standing there with a confuised look on his rabbit like face told him to run as he started towards him, trying to get away from the mes he was leaving. A few seconds later as the Thermal Detonator went off in succession there was a loud explosion, the concussion of which blew out the entire front of the Mynock's Kiss along with a few parts of the patrons. Catching up with the Lepi Malo tells him to halt "You're know as Bdos correct? I am going to make you an offer, you have 30 seconds to answer before I leave. I am here to extend an invite to a meeting about a very lucritive job offer that could lead t much more. The pay will be well worth it. Any more details will only be given at the meeting. Yes or no?"

Posted by PsychoInfiltrator on 24 September 2005 07:35 PM:

As long as Max don't mind...

Srawn turned when he hurd the shooting. He watched impassively as the customers of the establishment were shot at. He even hoisted his T21 to his shoulder and was about to trigger three bolts into a Duros aiming at the shooter when a stray bolt hit the Duros in the torso. He was knocked down. He got up again, but saw Srawn aiming at his head. He ducked, and the detonators were thrown less than a second later.
Srawn had regained his position beside the Shi'ido when the whole place blew up.
Those were grade As...they're expensive. And that guy used them as if they were small piles of nerf dung...

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