Redd woke up from his nightmare in the morning.He thought it could have been a vision of some sorts or he's just going insane. He went down to the street and turned to the cantina and saw a load of Duros bodies.Dead.He walked next to them,all have been shot.One of them was the Death Stick dealer from a few days ago.He thought he won't be a problem anymore.When he wanted to walk into the cantina and stormtrooper got into his way. "Sir I can't let you come in here.The police are having an investigation,and the place is shot to pieces." "What happened?" "A few of these Duros gangsters went inside to look for some guy by the name of 'Greene' or some shit,I don't know. Just please move along sir." Redd walked away and into the spaceport café"The usual." Said Drake to the bartender. He was sipping his Corellian Ale when his communicator started beeping.
OOC:I'm back... also please ad your char information in a spoiler over your posts as i have a hard time remebering who's who and who's got what gear and what species they are, etc. 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. Zan was lying on his belly 2km away from the Tusken camp. Trough the enhanced zoom his ARF helmet offered he was able to make out the hut's and the dozens of tusken individuals milling about. He was lying under a brown blanket covered in dirt and stones, the only thing sticking out was his DC-15A rifle. From a distance he was practically invisible. It had taken Zan two days to locate the Tusken camp. He had been lying completely motionless for a day observing the camp. He was used to it now, but he remember how in his early days of military service he would despise the long hours of laying motionless watching and waiting for something to happen. Now he cherished the moments of waiting and seeing without being seen. There was something mystical about it all. He would have enjoyed this stakeout if it weren’t for the fact that some overconfident dirt farmer had demanded to come with him to see the camp for himself. He had payed extra so Zan had reluctantly agreed. If he had known how much the guy hated the tuskens he would have denied him when he demanded to come. All of the local dirt farmers hated the tusken, and they had been killing each other for decades. This 27 year old took that hatred to a new level, probably because his childhood sweetheart and wife had been raped and killed by a tusken raiding party. Zan couldn't really care less about his motives or what the farmers were going to do with the camp after Zan was done assessing the threat. “This is bullshit” said the farmer with his grumbled and gruff voice. Zan didn't reply in hopes that he would take the he would take the hint and shut up. “There are so few of them, can't you just shoot them from here or something?” He continued. “That's not what you are paying me for” Zan replied “How much do yo...” “It's not happening“ hissed zan before the farmer could finish his sentence. “Why not? Is it outside the effective range of your blaster rifle?” “The DC-15A can kill a man 10km away” “Then it should be a piece of cake killing the tuskens from here.” The farmer said enthusiastically. “Look I said the rifle could kill a man 10Km away, I didn't say I could hit something at that range. I'm not a sniper, at best I'm a marksman. Besides no sniper could hit anything at 10km with this anyway, maybe 5 if he's damned good and I'm not. Also I would have to put it on max power to kill a tusken at 2km, that would reduce the normal 500 shots per tibanna gas cartridge down to 20 and I only have one cartridge with me. Besides those little tusken kids would be a bitch to hit at this range. We have radioed in the coordinates to your pals so now we wait” “Well I'm not going to wait” said the farmer as he picked up his own blaster and began moving towards the camp, in a pathetic attempt at being stealthy. He got to within a Km of the camp before he got spotted by a sentry. The farmer didn't stand a chance he was mowed down by automatic fire. It was about 10 minutes later the farmer militia they had radioed the day before decided to attack, Enraged by the death of their friend they launched an unorganized attack on the little encampment. Zan didn't stay to watch the slaughter, he quickly packed his gear and headed back through the mountains in the direction of Mos Eisly. If he hurried to his speeder he could be in the city with inn 36 hours.
Character Name: Platnum R'oRRaq Age: 27 Height: 6 foot 3 inches Weight: 168 Affiliation: Tusken Raiders (formerly) Zule Sands Co. (merc company under contract with the Empire), personally neutral to rebels and Empire Rank: (If applicable) Warrant Officer for the mercenary company. Weapons: modified Senate Guard battle rifle, with stun settings and also rapid fire. Traditional Raider Gaderffi, and Tusken Cycler, musket/blaster weaponry of Raider origin Misc. Items: Zule Sands ID card, top level clearance. History: Platnum was a rare Tusken Raider who possessed higher intelligence than the normal pillager. When Platnum was five his village was slaughtered by a "man with a laser stick" who killed all save for the storyteller, equivalent to a Native American medicine man, and Platnum. They had been luckily outside of the area when it had happened. Platnum suspects today that the man had come in part to an old woman his uncle had kidnapped from human farmers. Platnum learned Basic, despite the grunting nature of Tusken, and was a mercenary for Jabba, the local crimelord, but left after he was notified that Zule Ryder, a well known private security businessman, was to form Zule Sands Co., a mercenary company. Besides his main job as a private security guard Platnum will not hesitate to do other "high paying" jobs. Platnum moans in his sand hut outside of Eisly. "Damn, it's already 9." Platnum, after leaving the firefight, had gone to Zorsky apartment and confisticated his data. Time to look at hit. As he started loading it, he grunted in surprise. ALL TO ASDJASDLADJSA, 1st: DSJAOOSO!###111KKZZZZZKKLm,.samdsdm 2nd: Bombings succesful 3rd: DssssKKKoagggSA 4th: NV GH TPPPP AUTHENTICATE It was all coded, save for the 3rd message. Bombing successful? Who was Zorsky really? It didn't make sense. Platnum got up, and began the walk to the General, as he asked him to stop by.
Rickard woke up. He hated living alone, but he had to be focused on the job. He went headed on back to the Czerka office and found several men he didn't know in there. "WHO ARE YOU!?" he screamed as he pulled out his blaster. "Tell me now or I will blow you all to shit." One of them, a human, turned around, and calmly removed his blaster from his belt and dropped it. "OK, be calm, we are here looking for Rickard Supreme. We heard he worked at the Czerka Corp office here." "What about it?" "Well, I am here to escort you to Coruscant, orders from the higher ups on Coruscant." "For what reason?" "Don't know, but if you will just put away the blaster, we can all head out." With the man were 2 duros, a rodian and a trandoshan. "Alright," said Supreme as he hit the emergency button hidden under his desk, calling his bodyguard to the Czerka office. "I don't believe I got your name." "Name's Francis, and we all work for Czerka Corp." That confirmed Supreme's suspicions. Czerka was, to put it bluntly, a racist company. They wouldn't hire a duros, or a trandoshan, or even a rodian. "Alright, let me just get some things." He went to his desk and rummaged around and picked out some random datapads. Stalling for time. Francis seemed to be patient enough, but not his companions. They looked nervous, anxious, and worried.
@ddbb089 "Redd, we have to talk some news about our shipments. Come to the otside of star port 4 when the next shipment of Impetial equipment comes in. Come hidden, don't worry about a gun fight." Before he could send a response, the signal went dead.
(OOC: Sorry I've been really busy lately so I've missed a lot) Caxton did not try to suppress the massive grin on his face. Yet how could he help himself from grinning with the knowledge that Imperials would die today. He watched one of his engineers working controls for the explosives filled droid and the view transmitted from the droid of the Imperial stronghold. He didn't know how the droid was smuggled inside and he didn't care. The engineer had located what appeared to be the ammo storage for the base, but there was a door in the way. He attempted to unlock it wit the droid hoping no one would spot the suspicious activities of the droid. The door slid open and the droid made as to move inside, but was stopped in its tacks by an Imperial officer. The officer bent down looking right at the droid,' Well you're not supposed to be here." Their cover was blown, they had to act now before the droid was disabled. Caxton yelled at the engineer," Blow it now! Blow it now!" (OOC: Just so you no it doesn't blow up so this is not god modeing)
"Well sir now that i gave you my report I think Ill be off to bed night general if you need me I'll be in my office first I must check something." Tar stands up and heads out the door and heads to his office.When he get there he heads over the side of his office which has a view over looking the compound he hit's a botton and it closes the window then turns around heads to his left pulls out a half destroyed bot and begins fixing it as he tinkers around a bit then it turns on hmm. " Now i need a imperial chip and weapons."
Platnum made it to the base, and was near the ammo storage, when he heard shouting. He raised his Senate rifle, ready to shoot.
Tar take out his PDA sends a message to Platnum it says "Go to the Czerka Corp and tell him to send me a droid chip I'll pay him the credits out of my own pocket come to my office when your finished" send.
Caxton stared in shock at the screen. "Why happened why didn't it explode?" "I don't know sir. Something must have gone wrong a circuit blew it looks like," said the engineer in a panic rapidly trying to fix the problem. "Can you fix it from here or at least move it? "Not a chance the controls are shot." Caxton could see the Imperial looking over the droid from the viewing screen and assumed the explosives would be discovered in a manner 0f moments. They might even trace back the signal to the rebel base. The engineer seemed to come to the same conclusion as the screen went blank. "Signal cut. They won't trace it now." With a nod Caxton stepped out of the room. He needed a drink.
Tar hears his PDA beep."This better be good." He looks at his PDA it say."Um Captain I found a droid by the ammo cash you should have a look at it."He send this back."fine I'll be right down."
Tar heads down and see's Platnum "Hello." he heads down the hall and finds the droid tar take out the chip that's been hot wired.Tar yells. "How in gods name did this get this close to the ammo room without anyone noticing let alone having rebels infiltration this base is unexceptional I want everything checked by security that enters this compound do you understand !?!" The Officer reply. "Yes sir I'll get to that right now."
Tar take the chip back to his office and see's if he can get a signal after tinkering for a few hours he get's a faint signal it will take a few hours for it to download. "finally i can get some sleep." Tar heads out of his office an into his room and lies down to sleep hopefully without and disturbances.
Caxton sits in his quarters staring at the drink in his hand. He was filled with absolute horror. What if they managed to get a signal out of the droid? He decided it was best not to worry and that if the Imperials did he wouldn't be able to stop them. That night he had nightmares of Imperial troopers storming his base, his home and killing his friends.
Late at night, Caxton's communicator went off. "What the hell were you thinking? Remote droid? Your lucky I know enough people in this city to hide the trace. Had to even talk to an old clone I use to know here. God, didn't even know the old bugger was alive." Zeth waited by the star port near the work bench. Luckily, none of the officers ever came down, but the only reason was that the shipments always came perfectly. He could see what they were bringing but never tamper it... Even better was the fact that they used commoners to load and unload, so Zeth knew all the shipping buddies too. He found that these people just want what all people want, an easy life.
Tar wakes up 2 hours later stand up and heads to his office he got a signal and sends a scout squad of 2 men out to see if it's real if they come back and see nothing it's fine if they don't come back then We destroy that place
Tar thinks in his head what happened to 888 I'll send him a message via PDA "888 come by the office later i have business with you to discuss." send
