GhostReven managed to pull himself from the bar and walk to his room, with his helmet under his right arm. When he arrived to his room, he quickly scanned it. He found the room to his liking, and placed himself in the bed. He was gonna rest for about two hours.
Zeth gave Caxton a call as he sat in the bar drowning in his drink. "Is the new 'package' ready to go? You know no matter the type of explosive, they'll say it's Rebel explosives?" Zeth eyed a few of the mercenaries in the bar. Just like explosives, both sides could use them; but also like explosives, no innocent truly knows who used it. What a world...
Platnum and some of his Zule Sands coworkers enjoy some liquor in the bar. It had been a long week of events, fabricating claims of rebel activity, chasing some smuggler, and tracking a crashsite. It had been a curse telling a dozen families that the civvies were all killed. Tommorow would be hell with the General. Best to be in a hangover at least. Platnum eyes an older man, under his mask. The man had a frame at least.
Zeth looks up to see a man eyeing him across the bar. He gives a faint smile and puts his head back down. 'A bit worrisome' Zeth thinks and decides to turn the safety off his laser pistol.
Platnum thought, "Rascist." Only everyone turned off the safety in the midst of a Tusken. Hell, he would too.
General Terrik freed Captain Tar. He stood in the frame of the cell door, with two troopers at his back. "If I ever hear you sully the Empires name again with such foul ideas, I will have you shot for treason. We clear?" He said, and walked away. He got a report of a crashed transport a ways away, a small team had been sent, but he wanted to be sure. He sent 30 Imperial Troopers, and 5 Stormtroopers, on Speeder bikes to check it out.
Platnum turns back to his companions in the bar. Zorsky remarks, "You know how damn stoic those clones were?" He laughs drunkily. Platnum: I wouldn't laugh, there were about 500 within ten kilometers. Z: Are you F@$#ing me? P: They didn't attack, because of me I think. Z: You, Merc? I'm glad we're still alive here, drinking some Naboo port! P: Listen, its complicated. If any patrols get sent there without me... I can't explain. You're too bloody drunk. But Platnum had the urge to explain. Platnum was the storyteller of his clan, the most revered posistion in the Tusken clans. Well, he was the only living storyteller, but don't mind that. The Bosque knew he was the storyteller of the Aduneii. They thought he was cursed, of course. Because the dark warrior had killed all of the Aduneii save for him.
In the early morning Redd was still sleeping,when he heard someone fiddling around his stuff.He slowly turned around,still looking like he's asleep.Slowly got up and silently walked behing the guy.He still didn't hear him,he might have been deaf or something.Drake put his blaster to the back of the guy's head. "If you move a muscle or I'll blow your damn brains out." "Uhh...hey hey don't kill me man! I wasn't doing anything man!" "Yeah that's why you've almost put away my credits." "That? Nonononono I...I was just looking for uh...water? YES just water!!" "Shut up you scumbag! Your shitty excuses won't fool me." Redd put his blaster deeper into the guy's neck. "AARHG!! P-please don't kill me man!" "What are you doing here you lowlife?" "Me? I'm just a scavenger! But I chose the wrong guy to rob,please don't kill me!" "Did you put away anything?" "No I didn't!" "That wasn't really reassuring." Redd put the blaster even deeper into his neck. "Okay okay I put away the binoculars and this...knife." The scavenger pulled out the blade out,ready to attack. Redd shot the guy's right arm.He dropped the knife and screamed like no tomorrow. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!! MY ARM! I CAN'T MOVE IT!" "Oh do I hear someone complaining? Did you wanted to be shot in the head asshole?" "NOOOOO! Please spare me!" "Not so agressive now are you? Give me my binoculars and I'll let you live." "Okay okay.Just don't kill me man!" The scavenger gave back Redd the binoculars. "Now piss off,and if I see you again I won't be so damn generous to keep you alive." After that the scavenger ran off Redd put away his stuff and walked back to Mos Eisley. The storm was beginning to ease.The last 2 miles won't be that hard.
Drake has finally reached Mos Eisley in one piece.He bought some water from a moisture farmer not far from the city limits.Redd called his associate to where to deliver the package exactly.He said give it to a guy called Caxton at a chop shop in Eisley.He found it and saw a guy sleeping on the counter. He banshed his hand on the counter to get his attention. "Aaaah!" The guy jumped up and said "I almost shat myself you freak,what do you want?" "Your boss,Caxton? Where is he? I've got a package for him." "The boss? He's in the back n' he was expecting you yesterday what took you soo long?" "You heard about the transport crash outside the city?" "Yeah the one with one survivor?" "You're looking at that one survivor." And with that Redd went in the back door and saw Caxton @Uberotaku001
Captain Tar heads into Mos Eisley And sends Platnum a PDA message saying come to the cantaina we need to have a chat. Tar goes to the cantaina and sits in a booth waiting for his compatriot.
Platnum notes the PDA message, realizing he is already at the cantina. He walks to the booth where Tar is at, salutes. "Sir, Warrant Officer Platnum R. present for duty." Then he realized his mistake, in case any rebels were in the area.
"Please have a seat order something to drink it's on me don't be worried no rebel would dare set foot in mos eisley right now it a imperialist city." "Anyway I Call you here for your report on the rebel named redd."
Anwrise woke up early at dawn suited and droped some credits next to the sleeping twi lek dancer girl. Before he left Java's palace he made sure to get some info some info on the Tusken raiders and Rebels. It seemed that there was some recent smuggling into Mos Eisley. The information was expensive but worth it. Anwrise arrived at Imperial HQ to give his report to Captain Tar but instaid there was a storm trooper waiting. Anwrise Har you are to report to the General Terrik.
"Redd ain't a reb, but he's definitely doing work for them." Platnum glanced at the old man across the room, and continued. "We think he is the only survivor at the tranport ambush, but we don't know where he is. He was gone when we got there. Probably back in this glorious city. Now, what happened to 888? I know he was near the irregular electric patterns... Sir."
" Hmm 888 I spoke to him before i was arrested but I haven't heard him for awhile maybe I'll see him after we done talking. also I want redd found once he's found bring him straight to me along with his conspirators he should be somewhere in town find him now go." (OOC How could it be me if the bounty hunter I was talking to is my ally?)
(OOC: OOC goes in the OOC thread.) General Terrik was worrie about his officer. He seemed to be getting information by himself, and was drifting from ideals of the Empire. Terrik decided that this was just about the best time to go look around Mos Eisley. It had nothing to do with the fact he wanted a drink and a hooker, of course. He had his 4 bodyguards at his back, and had changed to his casual attire outfit, as well as his bodyguards. They had Imperial Jumpsuits, as well as there guns still with them. His casual attire outfit was in all reality just a slightly more casual version of his formal uniform. It was just Imperial officer fatigues, black and noticeable. He walked into a bar, and immediately saw the Captain conversing with two unsavory figures. His bodyguards followed him as he walked over, followed by a slight hush in the Cantina. They were wary around an Imperial Officer. Especially one that could kill them if he wanted. "Captain, why are you talking with these men outside the compound. You wouldn't happen to be going behind my back, would you?" He said. Without looking, he waved to the bartender for a drink. He nervously prepared it. It was free. Of course it was free. He was the Judicator of Tatooine.
Platnum stares at the man who just walked in. Oh sh!t, it was the General! He saluted nerviously. "Sir, I'm Warrant Officer Platnum R'oRRaq, I uh, send reports secretly to you. I led the team that was sent at the transport crash site. I work for Zule Sands Co." Platnum held up his ID card. "I uh, -don't look stupid Plat, even though you're a Tusken, maybe the man was anti-xeno,- fabricated the claims on the explosion of the Raven II."
The silence was nerve-racking, reminding Zeth of the old Republic days with Jedis and clones... No, he had to let go of his past. All those people are dead, or not the men they use to be. The new officer who had enter must have been important. He had four guards and by the way people were staring, he must have a lot of power. The atmosphere became unsettling, with all eyes on this new comer. By the weak smiles toward him and nervous tremors of the bar tender, Zeth could tell this officer doesn't come out often, but Zeth still couldn't put his finger on it. Who was this man, he should remember from the reports he saw.
The General was surprised. The military didn't often hire mercenaries, and usually they were human. If they were Xeno, they must be damned impressive. His drink was ready, and the bartender came up to him and handed it to him, quite literally on a silver platter. He took it, and set it down, taking a seat, while his bodyguards set up one on each side of the booth, and the two others at the door. "Then I have no quarrel with you. As a matter of fact, i'm rather impressed with you. Come by my office tommorow afternoon, and we can talk." "As for you, Captain. Do you have something to tell me?" At this moment he was combing the room with his eyes for a girl to spend the night with. His eyes settled on a Zeltron, who was arguably the most attractive in the room. She winked at him, and he nudged his head towards the door. She walked there, and one of his bodyguards escorted her out. She would be going to his room. "Captain, I'm waiting."
