"You don't say." Said GhostReven as he takes a zip of drink. "Well I wish you luck sir." @General Mosh
"To be fair it's all rumor. The occasional stranger came by saying it was a rebel base... I do know a bunch of investors went there too, but no one has seen them ever since. All I know is that it's a Tusken raid camp from a Tusken security guard in town." The man wears a smile and keeps his eyes above his head, but secretly he looked for any weaknesses on his armor in the corner of his eyes. All he can tell is that the sand grains get stuck on his shoulder pads.
Platnum looks at his PDA. Bloody marvelous thing, it is. He tells Zule Ryder, his boss at the merc company, to send, specifically the former bounty hunters in the company to the Mos Eisly cantina to begin the hunt for Redd. The message back reads: Sent Zorn, 5G-23ht, and Darren Zorsky. The poor suckers at the cantina, and Redd at that, would be in trouble. Platnum decides to check his map of civilized inhabited areas of the planet. Anchorhead was thousands of kilometers away. Somewhere near Mos Eisly was the Bosque clan's Tusken Raider base. The storyteller had told him, in his youth, that the Bosque were extremely violent, apparently due to heavy drug use and experimentation. No doubt from Jabba. The Bosque were well trained with a Cycler rifle, and with melee.... Tusken couples bred like crazy. The Bosque had to have hundreds by now, despite the fact some time ago many went down fighting Mandalorian mercs. Any sore fellow stuck there without support would be dead. The Bosque never negotiated, as far as Platnum knew. Platnum began to muse about the "man with the stick." A Jedi, it had to be! Well, it couldn't be, a Jedi did not have the wrath it took to slaughter dozens like that. A Sith, or some other dark warrior had come for the old lady. For love, Platnum laughs.
Rebel Sergeant Caxton Tor smiled to himself as his soldiers rubbed sand from their eyes. Many of them were born on distant planets and were not used to the harsh Tatooine environment. Many of them were too young to remember what life was life before the Empire and most would not live long enough to see it's fall. To them peace was a dream and freedom an ancient legend. Caxton put on his goggles and stepped outside into the punishing light of the system's dual suns. The Rebel base was one of several scattered around Tatooine, but was nothing compared to the nearest Imperial outpost. Housing five-hundred rebel troopers the former mining outpost was safely tucked away far from questioning eyes. At a glance it appeared to be another mining outpost. Caxton took a drink from his canteen before setting towards a group of Jawa traders who had arrived earlier that day.
Yet, in an area near the Bosque Tusken camp, is an area marked by irregular electric patterns. Nothing at all to explain the area. The signals go beep, beep. Then boop boop blaw. Maybe some unknown beast ate a Jawa caravan. Platnum definitely would pay to see that. It was frustrating, and no one could go there without begin ambushed by the Bosque. Unless there was anothe route. Wait.... Platnum frowns.
"General I found a couple of rebels so i was thinking that we kill them in front of cameras to show the rebels what we do to traitors."
"You'd kill them in front of cameras?" The General said, partially spitting out his coffee. "Are you fucking out of your mind? No wonder you were transferred to this shitty planet, your fucking crazy." He said, calmly stating. Did this man not realize that this was the Empire, not some uncivilized kingdom on a backwater. "Captain Rex, take this man and detain him for a day in the heatbox outside. That should teach him." He said, as Rex and 3 other Imperial troopers guarding the room came forward and restrained him, taking him out. (OOC: Lord Zell, i'm placing you under arrest, in case that wasn't clear.)
Thank you for your cooperation. You are free to go. As the man walked away Anwrise clicked and a small flying stealth droid the size of a helmet unstealthed. Anwrise turned to the droid, I want you to follow him and see were he goes. I on the other hand need a Drink and break, hmmm I hear Tantooine has some great slave girls. I guess thats some of the perks that come with being a freelancer. Anwrise went to Java's palace for some fun and to connect with some of the unsavory elements of Tantooine.
While traveling back to Mos Eisley Redd was almost fell asleep,when the transport crashed. The other passengers were dead or knocked out.He went into the cockpit and saw the pilot shot dead. It didn't look like a blaster shot,more like a projectile weapon. The only people who use these primitive weapons are Tusken Raiders. When these thoughts rushed through his mind he heard a group of Tuskens shrieking not too far away. Redd had an idea to take the pilot's seat and fly back to Mos Eisley,but on the control panel he read"CRITICAL ENGINE FAILIURE" That plan didn't go too well.Then he heard the doors opening.Drake sneaked back into the main hall,and hid next to a seat in the front.He looked up and saw the raiders looting the transport.Couldn't be more than 6 of them on the transport.One of them picked up the package,and fear of failing his assignment Redd opened fire on them. He shot down 4 and two rushed for him with Gaffi sticks.One swinged it against Redd but missed.Drake used this to knock it out.The other was shot by Redd's blaster. He examined the bodies and they looked like the Bosque tribe not far from Mos Eisley.And then Redd saw the other passengers.The raiders killed all of the remaining.
Platnum jumped up. At the Imperial security panel was a distress signal. Platnum asked, "Sarge, what's the sit.?" "A transport got raided by some Bosque." "Anything salvagable?" "There might be survivors, we don't know." "Surviving a Bosque attack? Some tough bastard. Send five men with me, one a medic, one a marksman. We're heading out on speeders." The Imperials obvious love for civvies would never cross Platnum's morals. If he still had any left. The face of the storyteller shown bright in his head, and Platnum grimaced.
The man got back into his land speeder and drove back to Mos Eisley. About half way, without turning his back, he clicks a button in his pocket and an EMP goes off stopping the land speeder and causing an electrically field around it up to 50 meters. Then he hit the back up diesel engine button as he muttered under his breath. "Clones always did like their droids. Now I'm gonna have to repair the main engine again." After reaching Mos Eisley, he pulled into a merchant area and left it there. He knew the merchant, and he wasn't gonna sell it any time soon... He headed his way to the bar for a drink. There isn't normally a rebel around, but when there is they always blab calling themselves freedom fighters. Zeth couldn't handle that so he told them to lay on the ourskirts of town in camps. His situation was unique. He had previous history with. Lines fighting along side them. Even after they turned against the Jedi, he fought with them (without knowing the fate of his children). The empire wouldn't see him as a rebel, but little do they know he is General...
Platnum and the 5 clones, and also the 3 bounty hunters, (he had withdrew them from the hunt of Redd to aid in the survivor's search), approached the oblierated transport. PDA: Captain Lars has been arrested. Please contact General Terrik for further orders. Maybe the Captain was a little gung-ho. It had to suck being Tat-CinC (Tatooine Commander in Chief). The Imperials did have to rely a lot on mercs for guarding and stuff. Well, he had a rank of Warrant Officer. But he still wanted to know the intentions of the Imperials with the Tusken Raiders. All aliens were still low class in the eyes of the supremist Imperial humans. Zorn, a one eyed former bandit, opened his eyes. "Evrybuddy git kilt, me sure. Aught to be liout, or some wepins, Merc." 5G-23ht, the droid, nodded at the mention of weapons and loot. "I do need weapon modifications for my right wrist, salvage would bring me savory credits for my line of work. Or a pay raise." Platnum thought, "When did droids think like that?" Said: Hell no. Darren Zorsky, a former Republic soldier from Wukkararian slums, eyed the area nerviously. "The Bosque bite, Boss?" "They don't let go at the smell of blood." As the 9 men slowly approached the area, each man, save for the mindless clones, wondered what would pop up. An army of Bosque? A survivor? Or just dust in the wind?
Info on character is in spoiler would appreciate if all of you did the same on every post as i have hard time remebering who is who. Species: Dathomiri Character Name: Zan Sirak Age: 34 Height:176cm Weight:85 kg Affiliation: None Rank: None Weapons: DC-15A, Thermal detonator, Misc. Items: C.S.E.L., Old worn out Phase II ARF armor (slightly customized to be less recognizable). History: After leading an ARF (Advanced Recon Force) unit to safety through the ruff terrain of Dathomir in his late teens, Zan Sirak was adopted by the unit of clones. He became on of the few non clones to wear the Phase 2 clone trooper armor. Even though he is proud to say he fought along side the clones, Zan Sirak experienced very little combat. Being an ARF trooper he was instead tasked with scouting out the enemy position on the battlefield. Although stealthy and well-trained, recon troopers' duties differed from that of clone commandos and clone troopers. ARF troopers focus on gathering information about the enemy not combat. Never officialy being a part of the unit he was never breifed on order 66. When his squad had raised their weapons on the young jedi acompaning them on a patrol. The jedi had slaughtered them all within 10 seconds. Zan Sirak never having raised his rifle was spared, but left alone to fend for himself as the jedi dissapered into the thick Felucian jungle. Now he works for whoever is willing to pay for his services. Now for my first entry to this rpg it's a bit long but i prefer one long over many small: Zan Sirak lent back in the chair and sipped his alcoholic beverage. The blaring music being played in the cantina was way to loud and the people were obnoxiously loud as well. The stripper made it worth it though. She was a pretty little thing. Zan was pretty sure she was a Zeltron, well unless she was a human who decide to dye her skin light red. He sat their mesmerized as she slid up and down the pole mounted in the center of the room. Maybe he would ask her how much she charges for some one on one “entertainment” later. He could rent a room at the cantina and for the right price he could probably rent the girl too. Being Dathomiri he probably wasn't going to get any action without paying for it anyways. Very few people found his species attractive. He couldn't exactly blame them, his sported skin patterns and a series of tiny horns weren't exactly a turn on for most humanoids. Zan Sirak continued to fantasize about the stripper until a human kid entered the cantina. The kid was one of the thousands of messengers who delivered items and messages all across the city. They were useful because they were harder for the Imperial authorities to track than electronic messages. The boy scanned the cantina before he approached Zan with an envelope. Zan took the envelope and the boy left. Some dirt farmers wanted him to locate a tusken camp in the mountains to the south. They were willing to pay more than what Zan usually charged since the area he would be scouting was larger than usual. Looks like the stripper was going to have to wait for another day, Zan was off to hump some mountains instead. Zan got up and headed for the door. He passed the Zeltron stripper who shot him a smile as she was twirling around the pole. Zan smiled back rather foolishly as he quickly realized she was just asking for a tip. He dug in his pockets and found a couple of credits which he placed in a neat pile on the edge of the makeshift stage. It was a bit unusual as the norm for tipping strippers in the cantinas was to throw near worthless paper currency in their direction. Zan was sure the stripper would appreciate some Imperial currency for a change. Zan left the cantina and headed for the storage shack were he kept his gear. (sorry bout the fucked up text size wrote everything in open office first, to answer the question below mos eisley)
After the Bosque encounter,Redd picked up the package and looked outside.A sandstorm has started.He picked off some rags off of a dead passanger to cover his face andhis goggles to hide his eyes.He looked into his marobincoulars and saw the city,but it could be 3 miles away,surviving a sandstorm through that distance would be a miracle. Redd stepped outside and rushed through the sand to reach the city.The suns were going down,so Drake went inside a small cave that was empty from anny critter,or predator,set up a fire and ate some food that he had on him.
Caxton stepped into the repair station and was imediately met with the sound of a dozen of troopers repairing and improving drones, speeders, and blasters. One mechanic was adding what appeared to be explosives to the inside of an Imperial droid. Caxton asked the man," Where do you intend to send this one?" "To our little friends from the Empire," he said with a grin. "Just don't make a mess of things this time. We want the public on our side not seeking our blood for blowing up their homes." "Don't worry sarg no locals will be killed this time, but there will be one hell of a mess." Character Name: Caxton Stor Age:25 Height:5" 10' Weight: 137 Affiliation: Rebel Alliance Rank: Sergeant Weapons:A280 blaster rifle, blaster pistol, 4 thermal detonators Misc. Items:Rebel uniform History: Caxton grow up on one of the many moisture farms scattered across Tatooine. From an early age Caxton's father taught him how to use a weapon in order to help defend the homestead from raiders that roam the wastes. His father was very vocal about his hatred about the Empire, but it lead to his death when he went to trade in Mos Eisley a few years ago. Imperial soldiers had heard him bashing the Empire and he was taken away by Imperial Troopers. Caxton's father was found five days later in the wastes with a blaster hole in his chest. Filled with the need for revenge Caxton signed up with the Rebel Alliance days after hearing of his father's death. He steadily rose through the ranks hoping for the day he would get the opportunity to meet his father's killers on the battlefield.[/spoiler
"Merc," the medic calls out. "Sandstorm is brewing." "I suppose whoever wandered off, well, wandered off. Head out team! We need to report to the General about rebel outposts."
