Rickard exits the Czerka Corp office followed by the strange men. As soon as he exited though, he quickly turned right and the Czerka Corp soldiers he called upon opened up on the bandits, killing the human, rodian and 1 duros and wounding the other duros. The trandoshan was tougher though, and pulled out his blaster and killed 1 Czerka Corp soldier and wounded another. Rickard quickly pulled out his blaster and then opened up on te Trandoshan, killing him. "Good work boys. You 3, take the Duros back inside. You two take your comrade to a hospital. We'll see what this is all about." The soldiers dragged the wounded Duros back in, while Rickard searched the bandits. He found a datapad on the human, and it read: 'Search the Czerka Corp office on Tatooine. You will be paid 10,000 credits in advance and another 40,000 upon completion. Take all datapads.' Someone is going to die for this. He walked back in the office where the duros had been put in a holding cell. Rickard began his interrogation. "Who hired you?" "I don't know. Whoever it was, he worked through a middleman." "Who is this middleman?" "I am not sure. He just went by the name Kobayashi." "What did he tell you to do?" "Just search your office." "We'll continue this in the morning. You boys stay here. Guard the place." Rickard walked back home.
@Surfusa Redd put on some robes and rags to cover himself.He made it to the starport.When he got there he could see Jawas scavenging his ship's remainings.He could have killed them for it but he needed to be undercover. Drake steped in the 4th building and saw a man in the shadows.He walked up to him. "Zeth hello.What's with this shipment?
Anwrise woke up to his PDA ringing. Looks at the message, about time. What the heck was everyone doing getting drunk Anwrise thought to himself. Anwrise took some energy packs and traveled to Imperial HQ to submit his report and to see what Tar wanted.
Zeth turns to see Redd standing right behind him. "Jezz, don't scare me like that. It's just a regular shipment for the Empire. It's easy money, and I can see what they're bringing in. I need to do a task for me though. Are you up for a mission?"
"Yes,but I have a task to do in the near future,like a few hours.If it's not too urgent I'll do it tomorrow or something."
"Nope, can't risk exposing the plan. Don't worry though, if you're still alive, I'll give you the job."
Tar wonders where 888 is so he sends him another PDA message. "Tar here where are you I have a task for you to complete now hurry over." send
Tar looks up from his computer and says "Ah 888 how nice of you to come give me a report of your findings."
Yes here is my report on the rebel outpost base. It was taken tusken raiders. I also found a strange man near the captured base. I had a droid follow him but lost contact. Here is a discription on what he looks like.
"Good now I found a droid by ammo cash no doubt that it was rebels however I got a faint signal of where it was coming from I already sent a scout squad out that haven't reported in o I want you to go and make sure it's a real functioning rebel base so we an destroy it."
"Okay,you know my number,call me if you want this job done." Redd walked away from the building ditching his hood and all and was contacted by someone.It was Kain. "So kid.The senator will arive in about 2 hours,go to the top of the tower building next to the Dockside Café. Under rug,there's a cracked stone on the floor,you can pick it up and under that there's the rifle I left for you. The target will leave the 92nd Docking bay.Don't fuck this up kid,this is important." Then Kain ended the call.
Tar's PDA beeped it read "The senator is on his way here I want you in charge of security detail he is very influential saving his life or keeping him alive will help you much on this planet along with higher up officers." from Moff Tengon overseer of this sector. "Crap" tar said to himself.Tar goes down to the compound and get 50 imperial soldier 2 at-te and a gunship he briefs them on his way there and tell them to keep the senator alive at all cost.
OCC: I take the Time to read every single one of you guy's millions of posts on this thread, you do have the time to read my few long ones. No matter how boring they are, I don't care I'm practicing my English when i write them this long. My goal with this thread is to Improve my written English. So don't complain about my wall of text. Zan needed a drink, no matter how many times he had seen people get killed he'd never quite gotten used to it. It was dark, Zan had contemplated on weather he should leave his armor in the storage compartment. But after 12 hours of walking through the mountains and another 24hours on a speeder he was to tired to be bothered with weather his Clone wars era recon armor would be recognizable. The heavy robe he was wearing would have to do when it came to concealing it. He headed for his favorite cantina. Even though it was the middle of the night the streets were still buzzing with activity. More than once zan resorted to kicking those annoying little Jawas who were swarming around him trying to sell him miscellaneous droid parts. The closer Zan got to the cantina the emptier the streets got, until there was virtually no one there. When Zan rounded the corner he found out why. A dozen or so bodies were lying sprawled around on the ground outside the cantina. The scorch marks from blaster fire covered the surrounding buildings. As Zan stepped inside the cantina he saw that things didn't look much better there. Only a handful of people were in there and they were all staff. They stared at Zan as he entered the blaster scorched room. The owner of the cantina tried to explain to Zan that they were closed but Zan ignored him and simply asked the bartender if he could get a drink. The bartender started objecting but he was cut off by someone at the edge of the bar. “Just get the man a fucking drink Tal'ek” Zan recognized the Zeltron stripper sitting at the edge of the bar downing an unrecognizable drink. The bartender looked at the Zeltron then back at Zan before saying “Take a seat I'll go get some liqueur from the basement”. Zan dropped his bag containing his helmet and other supplies as well as the long canvas rapping he kept his rifle in on the floor. The sat down next to the Zeltron. “Ruff day?” Zan asked the Zeltron as he received a glass with some sort of murky liquid in it from the bartender. “you could say that, you?” she replied as she held out her glass for a refill. “Just another day Zan answered grimly. They sat in silence for a while sipping at their drinks before the Zan decided to break the silence. “So you're the stripper here?” Zan said more stating the obvious than asking a question. “I prefer the term exotic dancer” Zan just snorted at that and replied “so exotic dancer huh. What other 'exotic' services do you provide” Zan said teasingly not really noticing he was slurring the words. “Oh fuck you, I am desperate for money so I can pay off my debts and get off this shithole of a planet... Do you think I'm proud of what I do for a living? I do what I do because I have to ok? Besides I'm not doing that anymore, I stopped a few months ago. Now if only I could find more generous tippers like you I'd be out off here in no time.” She replied in an alcohol fueled rage. Being too drunk to notice how sensitive she was about the subject of her job as a stripper and her extra work. Zan pressed on. “Your lying... I can tell by your fermones. You Zeltron release allot of them to make your selves more likeable, doesn’t work on me though I'm dathomiri. I can sense your fermones all over the room which means you recently...” “when an Imperial captain tells you to bend over ( @Skyicewolf ) , you fucking bend over. I bet even you would.” “Ah the Imperials gotta love em” Zan replied “I can't complain, he was more attractive than my usual clientele...” she glanced over at Zan “... and he was a hell of allot more attractive than you are. Also being the Imperial he was he was a true gentleman and he wasn't into anything freaky. Only down side is I'm pretty sure one of his guards grabbed my ass on purpose during my pat down” Zan laughed at that and held up his glass drunkenly “A toast to Imperial captains” He yelled out in the empty cantina. They both downed their glasses. She reached for the bottle between them for a refill. “Don't you think you've had enough?” Zan asked “Three livers bitch, I could drink you under the table any-day” She said cheerfully. Zan accepted the challenge. He learned two things that night. One was that the strippers name was Naomi, the other was that he should never try to out drink a Zeltron. He passed out at some point. When he woke up he was so intoxicated that he didn't notice that Naomi was bearing the entirety of his weight and his gear as she helped him walk out of the cantina. They both stumbled along drunkenly on the still dark streets of Mos Eisley as Naomi tried to sober Zan and herself up.
GhostReven haves some troubles sleeping, so he chose to get out of bed. Standing in his armor, which he close to never takes off, looking for his helmet and DC-17m. When he finds them, he goes out on the streets, enjoying the walk. While thinking to himself why some people like this godforsaken planet. Probably because that there close to non government. He then suddenly finds himself at the outskirt of Mos Eisley.
OOC: I'm getting sick and tired of not only your guys shitty grammer, but your posts that seem like your not trying. If you have trouble with grammer, use a spellcheck. You need at least a paragraph. I was hoping to see posts like @PineappleJoe, but instead I'm seeing shit. Get it together, or I'll have no qualms about kicking you.
Rickard wakes up in his home. After a long sleep after the tense night he had with those bandits, he immediately heads off to the office where his soldiers have been holding the Duros. As soon as he arrived, he looked over at his soldiers and adresses them. "You are relieved. Return back to your homes and await further orders." The soldiers left and Rickard immediately went to the Czerka Corp terminal. He did looked up several things: "Kobayashi", "Czerka Corp", "Czerka Corp enemies", "Kobayashi and Czerka Corp". Finding nothing to go on, he woke up the Duros. "Wake up. I have more questions for you." "OK." "What is your name?" "Ohwun, Ohwun Gar." "What is your job?" "I-I-I-I am a mercenary." "You do realize that if you lie, then you will be forced to endure pain?" "I'm sorry. I was a slave for that human." "What is that human's name." I don't know. He never told us. He made us call him master." "How long have you worked for him?" "13 years." "So you have known this man for 13 years and yet you don't know his name?" "No I don't...AHHHHHH!"Rickard had just electrocuted Ohwun. That was not the truth. He wanted the truth. He stopped the electrocution. "Now tell me the truth, do you know his real name?" "YES! YES I DO! Please, please don't do that again." "So what is his name?" "Francis Dashi." "And the person who hired him, 'Kobayashi', do you know who he is?" "N-n-n-n-no. But...I think I can help you." "Talk Duros." "Well, when we were finished, Francis was supposed to meet with 'Kobayashi'. I am not sure where, but I think the Trandoshan knew." "Why would a Tramdoshan know anything? They are fucking idiots." "That's true, but the Trandoshan was Francis' bodyguard. He was with him during the meeting." "OK, but that doesn't help me find out where they were supposed to meet.""Search the Trandoshan. Maybe he has a datapad." "Thank you, now sleep." Rickard put a sedative into the Duros, and then put down on his to-do list: 'Search Trandoshan'. For now, he had to meet with General Terrik. He sent a communication to the Imperial receptionist. "I need to meet with General Terrik immediately." @Skyicewolf
