Mercenary Crew III: Separatist Scum

[Rexraptor2000]

Shadow listened to Count Dooku over the comm. Gualla? He knew that Hutt. He had done some jobs for Gualla and the Hutt occasionally sold him weapons. He could use that to their advantage.

 

"Good news: I know this Hutt. More Good News: He owes me a favor for saving his hide from a Jedi and removed the evidence of the Jedi's disappearance. Looks like they found him again though, so we might have to be on the look out for Jedi." he said over the comm. He knew the prospect of Jedi would appeal to K'Nala.

 

Then he went back to taking apart and polishing his weapons. If you treat your weapons right, then they treat you right.

[TheExile_Hunter]

"Hmm, Jedi huh? I know just the recipe they need." Jack thought as he went to the medical bay.

 

"Ey Doc, do you happen to have any lethal- and tranquillizing poisons around?" he asked as he was walking to the trandoshian doctor.

[JasraLantill]

Raze cocked an eyebrow. "A Hutt," she grumbled under her breath. "It just had to be a Hutt." With the doors shut, and the ship ready to go, she started to rev the engines up to full power.

 

"All crew to their stations," she said over the ship's intercom. "Buckle up. We're lifting off." She didn't think much of Vanir's Cavallier-style of leadership, and so hadn't bothered asking or waiting for confirmation from her Captain to leave.

 

In few moments, they had left Dooku's hideout and were entering space. She would need few minutes to calculate before she could make the jump into hyperspace.

[Diego Varen]

Nar Shaddaa, Trando thought to himself, Heaven. The only problem would be a Hutt, but with everyone else, this would be very easy indeed. Trando turned to see Jack.

 

"Yes I do," Trando told Jack, "Why would you want them?"

[TheExile_Hunter]

"Well, for a couple of things really. I want to put the poisons on my daggers and darts so I could either tranquillize or kill someone with it without having to stab them numerous times. Of course that depends on whether our little Dark Jedi wants the target dead or alive. Is the tranquillizer poison strong enough to knock out a Jedi?"

[Jason Skywalker]

Nar Shadda, eh?, Vanir thought to himself. He had been there once, he failed his list mission as an assassin there, right there of all places. He didn't mind, and it didn't matter though. He wasn't going to hang out there much, just speak with the Hutt-spawn and leave.

 

(OT: So, looks like we have a renegade Sith who wants the power for herself eh?)

[Diego Varen]

(OT: So, looks like we have a renegade Sith who wants the power for herself eh?)

 

(Off-Topic: Too true).

 

"Well, for a couple of things really. I want to put the poisons on my daggers and darts so I could either tranquillize or kill someone with it without having to stab them numerous times. Of course that depends on whether our little Dark Jedi wants the target dead or alive. Is the tranquillizer poison strong enough to knock out a Jedi?"

 

Trano handed Jack several poisons.

 

"They are strong enough to wipe out a single Dark Jedi," Trando told him, "Just use it wisely."

[chubbslegend]

As the thoughts of Nar Shadaa began ringing through everyones minds, Seth wandered of to his dormitory, obviously not wanting to think about it as the place just brings un-pleasantries.

 

"Im of to bed, see ya'll later"

 

With a tired look on his face he scurries of to his dormitory, eager to fall asleep as hyperspace travel was a favourite thing in the world.

[Rexraptor2000]

((My character predicted it.))

 

Nar Shadda. A planet completely covered by city and ruled by crime, with a strong Hutt influence. He had no doubt that most, if not all, the crew had been there just once. But what he doubted was that they had ever heard of Gualla before. He was not a well known Hutt, Shadow only stumbling upon him when Shadow had gotten lost once about five years ago, and taking up a high bounty while Shadow was talking with him.

 

Gualla was one of the few Hutts who didn't deal with stuff like drugs and spice. Instead, he deals with materials and weapons. That would explain the base. He was also one of the few Hutts that let you walk in through the front door if you were invited or expected.

 

That's why Shadow was looking at his list of contacts with the Hutt right now. They varied at times, due to crimes and such killing the contacts and having to meet new ones. Ahh, yes, Shirque in the Refugee Sector. He was a Quaran that worked for Gualla and he knew Shadow. That area was also close to the Hutt.

 

After Shadow decided who he was going to contact, he decided to take a walk around the ship. He wasn't exactly tired yet.

[JasraLantill]

Raze had made her hyperspace calculations and she slipped the Carnage into the hyperspace stream with little more than a soft jolt.

 

It would be a few hours until they reached Nar Shaddaa, and she decided that now was as good of time as any to get something to eat. Leaving the ship's controls on auto-pilot, she left the small cockpit and headed down the corridor to the crew's common room.

 

Larger than hers or the Captain's quarters put together, the common room was where the crew ate and socialised during the long, dull periods of space travel, though Raze didn't think there would be much socialising going on with the rough and dangerous crew she was presently travelling with. But the common room had a small galley, enough to prepare 'E'-rations or a simple meal, and that's all that she really wanted at the moment.

 

She noticed Shadow passing through, obviously investigating the ship, and she pulled out additional portions of 'E'-rats. "You hungry?" she asked him.

[Rexraptor2000]

"Yes, thank you." Shadow replied taking a portion of the 'E'-rats and he took a seat at the table. Then he asked "What's your name? I didn't quite catch it while we were talking."

[TheExile_Hunter]

"Thanks doc, I'll let you know how it worked after I get the chance to test it."

 

Jack left the medical bay and went back to his room. He was working at his workbench for a few hours before he was finished fusing the poison together with his darts and put it in the two daggers. The daggers and most of his equipment was custom build for him when he was still an assassin and were giving as a gift from a greatly satifsied employer. The daggers have a small space chamber inside them where you could insert poisons and the like.

 

"Haven't used those since my last visit to Nar Shaddaa." Jack thought.

"Man this place sure brings back...memories."

 

Three years ago, Jack was on a mission to kill a Jedi. The Republic had never ordered the assassination of a Jedi before, but this was to be the first of many to come. The only thing the mission briefing stated was that the jedi's name was Secura and she was interfering with the Republic´s plans with an illegal investigation of which the Jedi Council wasn´t aware of. One of the Republic Senators gave Jack the order to hunt and kill the Secura, stopping her from investigating the Republic´s business. Jethro searched for weeks when he finally tracked the Jedi down to a hotel named the `Mercenary´s Retreat´.

 

He still remembers how he went to her room through the ventillation system, peeking through one of the vents, watching the Jedi sleep in her bed.

 

That mission was one of the reasons why Jack had to resign as a Republic assassin.

[JasraLantill]

"Yes, thank you." Shadow replied taking a portion of the 'E'-rats and he took a seat at the table. Then he asked "What's your name? I didn't quite catch it while we were talking."

 

"Reisa," she said, sitting down across from him and opening her rations. "Reisa Tarn. But people call me Raze. Short for Razor." She paused, and looked up at him. "Don't ask why. It's not a pleasant memory."

 

She opened up her main course, then frowned. "Nuna." She shook her head. "Always nuna." She sighed, and took a bite anyway.

 

"So," she said, after swallowing. "What's your story? I know you're a merc and all. Most everyone here is. But why did you sign on for this? And," she added quickly, "don't say it's just money. That's the answer people always give. I want credits to get a ship of my own. That's my why. What's yours?"

[Rexraptor2000]

"I was more assigned to this than signing up to it. I get a monthly pay for being a personal killer for Dooku whether it be the sabotage of a senator's abode or other things such as a body guard. As to why I do it, I do it just because there's really nothing else for me to do. I've been at this kind of job for about ten years, and when you've been at it that long, it's hard to give it up and settle down. I don't really have a goal, just to live and continue the job." Shadow answered and he began to eat his rations as well.

[JasraLantill]

"Ten years? That's not that long," Raze said between mouthfuls. "I've only been a pilot for four years, but before that I worked for CEC's Transport Division for eleven. And before that, I was a computer tech for a bio-tech firm. Nothing fancy. They researched ingredients for perfumes and cosmetics and stuff like that." She rolled her eyes. "It was boring, but still worked for them for about thirteen years. Had a couple of other jobs before that, but nothing worth talking about." She looked up at him. "I know Dooku is very persuasive. He's Jedi. But you could change jobs, if you wanted to."

 

((OOC: If you do the math, Raze's job time adds up to more years than her stated age. If you're curious about this, then ask her. If not, don't. ))

[Rexraptor2000]

Shadow let out a laugh and asked "Why would I want to? I get paid handsomely, get free ammo for my weapons, get to travel the galaxy, what more could I want?"

 

Then he said "And while ten years my not seem like much to you since Falleen live much longer than humans, with me guessing that you are around 40 to 45 years old judging on what you told me of your career, that is almost half my life time since I'm twenty-four so therefore it is a long time by my standards. Next, no job really fits the profile of a personal hunter-killer except that of an assassin, which I was before Dooku recruited me. Plus you haven't been doing straight out murder for ten years."

 

"I'm curious though, why do you want a ship of your own? And why did you accept Dooku's offer? You could have easily gotten a flight job of a cargo freighter and such, which most likely is safer than flying with a bunch of murderers that Dooku calls a crew." Shadow had finished his food quickly and now was looking straight at Raze's eyes.

 

They were beautiful, true, but he was looking more at her character than her eyes.

[JasraLantill]

Raze grinned at him. "I want a ship of my own, so that I don't have to take orders from anyone but me. Besides," she lowered her eyes, "no company would hire me as a pilot. No legitimate company, anyway. The company I used to work for had a...." She looked over her shoulder, feeling as if she were being watched. Or listened to.

 

She stiffened, reluctant to disclose much more. "They classified me as a 'serious financial liability,'" she continued. "Bastards," she said under her breath. "So, when I met up with Dooku, and he saw how 'dissatisfied' I was with my employer, he offered me this job. The pay was better, I could still pilot a ship, and, if we're lucky enough to survive this trip, I can finally get one of my own." She looked around. "Maybe even this one." She looked back at him, and grinned. "And you flatter me with your estimate of my age. Finished?" she asked, picking up her garbage and offering to take his away as well. "So, how did you know I was part Falleen?" she asked him.

[Diego Varen]

Trando left the medical bay and went to see the others in the common room. Raze and Shadow were there, but Trando wondered where everyone else was. Trando thought he might as well get to know everyone, before landing on Nar Shaddaa.

[chubbslegend]

After about 20 minutes of lying in his bed, Seth not feeling too well, leaves his dorm and heads off to the bathroom. After some unpleasant moments due to his hatrid of hyperspace travel, he heads to the common room knowing that sleep is no longer an options. On entry to the common room, his fellow crew-members notice to flushed face.

 

"Dont ask" He says while holding his stomach and sitting down on one of the chairs. "I hate hyperspace travel."

[Diego Varen]

"Yeah, I hate Hyperspace travel too, but you don't see me complaining." Trando told Seth.

[chubbslegend]

"Complaining? Ive just physically assaulted the toilet. Oh yeah that reminds me, no one go in there for another half hour, lets just say that I feel alot 'emptier'" he says while managing a grin.

 

Looking to converse with his fellow crew-members, he turns to Trando. "So........Doc, why are you here?, oh and have you got anything for an upset stomach?"

[starmark2k]

"and i thought Mercenaries were suppose to be fearless... Not scared of a little thing like Hyperspace." K'Nala Said walking up behind the group in the common room With a grin on her face. "Perhaps my master would be interested in this development."

[Diego Varen]

Looking to converse with his fellow crew-members, he turns to Trando. "So........Doc, why are you here?, oh and have you got anything for an upset stomach?"

 

"I'm here on my own accord," Trando told Seth, "I have something for an upset stomach, but I can't be bothered to find it now. Look in the medical bay, it'll be there somewhere."

[chubbslegend]

"Just because my stomach doesnt work well with hyperspace travel it doesnt mean that im less handy with a gun or a turret. Ill take out any target for ya, gun or no gone. I need this money for matters which i will not elaborate on so their is no need to get telling your master anything." Seth looks K'Nala straight in the eye, trying to show the dark jedi his serious side.

[Rexraptor2000]

Raze grinned at him. "I want a ship of my own, so that I don't have to take orders from anyone but me. Besides," she lowered her eyes, "no company would hire me as a pilot. No legitimate company, anyway. The company I used to work for had a...." She looked over her shoulder, feeling as if she were being watched. Or listened to.

 

She stiffened, reluctant to disclose much more. "They classified me as a 'serious financial liability,'" she continued. "Bastards," she said under her breath. "So, when I met up with Dooku, and he saw how 'dissatisfied' I was with my employer, he offered me this job. The pay was better, I could still pilot a ship, and, if we're lucky enough to survive this trip, I can finally get one of my own." She looked around. "Maybe even this one." She looked back at him, and grinned. "And you flatter me with your estimate of my age. Finished?" she asked, picking up her garbage and offering to take his away as well. "So, how did you know I was part Falleen?" she asked him.

 

"Yes." Shadow said handing his garbage to her. "Simple really. When your skin color changed. I'd met a few of your kind over the years, some whole and some half. Since sometimes you are required to watch a target, I often got a look of them changing color. That and your long career confirmed it." Then he leaned foreword and lowered his voice so that only she could hear what he was going to say next. "And don't worry. I won't mention what your emotions were when we were in the cockpit, as long as you don't try a certain Falleen trick I know of. You wouldn't get far, but still." He said grinning.

 

He turned his head around to Seth and K'Nala and said "Give it a rest both of you. Hyperspace sickness is nothing to interfere with the job. Seth, you should try to go to sleep, making sure to keep a bucket near you. Being sick can take a lot of you. K'Nala, I doubt one of a crew of seven being hyperspace sick is enough to get the authorization for executing us, so don't get your hopes up. We are, as Count Dooku said, the best in the galaxy."

 

Shadow then let out a laugh and said "We're supposedly the best only because the true best was killed by a Jedi Master."