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| The weapon raid (open!); Tatooine | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 4 2011, 04:56 AM (963 Views) | |
| Anonymiss | Jan 4 2011, 04:56 AM Post #1 |
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Lohman Demagol removed his helmet the instant his feet were on Tatooine and hadn’t put it back on since. After a he’d had a hardy meal at one of the local hovels (where he was a regular) he made his way to the betting lounge to meet with his client for the day. It was a large domed building of crude brown like the others, the smell of hay hung in the hall and men discussing business loomed in its dimly lit row. Seedy dealings were going on before they had even reached the door it appeared. Though the hall provided the walkway with shade it was like a funnel for sound, sending echoing whispers up and down its rounded arches. The brightest point was the exit, where the harsh sun shone through aging wood. Opening the black glass door to the lounge, Lohman continued to the private room third from the back. He scanned his surroundings with alert icy blue eyes, stinging from the sweat beading down from his brow. He parted two twi’leks blocking his path with harsh dusty hands and sniffed loudly to get the smell of abundant herbs out of his nose. He was a humble being, shaped from the land stout and sturdy. The desert was his natural habitat and all the dust and heat his natural camouflage. Whether his appearance offended others, he cared not, it was for function not aesthetics that he donned his filthy cape of mock foliage, the hood of which hung about his neck… His hair was slick with debris and salts and his skin was dusty from the wind but to him it was a uniform no different from his scratched earthy toned beskar'gam . Both of which he wore with equal pride. Opening the door he squinted to see through the smoke enveloping the room and attempted no to choke on the fumes of death-sticks that thickened the air. “Take a walk.” as raspy voice ordered and two women materialized from the fog, walking obediently out the door and past Lohman who was addressed next. “Ah, Demagol, come over here.” the voice beckoned. Lohman entered, fighting the urge to remove his helmet from its back plate perch just to filter out some of the room’s foulness. Coming to a stop midway he made out the form of a rather gluttonous looking Anzat clouding a large window’s view with his position in a saggy lounge chair. “Sit, please” he said as if he were commanding a contented pet. “I rather stand.” insisted Lohman, more out of principle then necessity. “Easier to get out the door that way I suppose.” said the Anzat sourly. He pushed a thickly caked strand of black hair from his eyes and looked the mercenary up and down with disapproval. “I don’t mean to insult you-” “Florzen.” said the Anzat. “Mr. Florzen.” “Of course.” replied Lohman with equally hidden disgust. “let’s not romance it, this is what I need done, Demagol” began the Anzat, reaching for a steaming drink at a small table to his left. “Das vook, told me you were reliable and that’s what I need -at least one reliable person after all this…turmoil.” Though he couldn’t recall ever doing business with someone called ‘Das vook,’ Lohman nodded. No sense in denying a good review. “turmoil is my specialty.” He said. “Mine too it would appear.” complained Florzen, between sips of swill. “I had a shipment of weapons on their way to me not long ago and have yet to receive it. I just got word the ship carrying the cargo went down some where in the desert- Sand people country no doubt. I spent a small fortune and don‘t intend to donate it to Tuskens” He looked away as If sickened by the mention of the things. Lohman listened with peaked interest. “Return with the weapons, all of them and you’ll get your money.” Florzen said, slurping his drink so hard it splashed against his chin. “And if there’s survivors…?” asked Lohman “eh?” “From the crash.” he said “The hell if I care,” Florzen laughed. “it’s the weapons I paid for.” “And how much are you willing to pay to get them back?” asked the Mandalorian. “How does a thousand sound?” “Like you’re robbing me. Double it.” Lohman said, crossing his arms. “I can do half. No more,” assured the Anzat. “There’s plenty of others that would be enough for…” He added and it was painfully true. “Deal!” Lohman agreed hastily. The truth was, he was hurting for the credits. People in republic space weren’t forking out their cash to Mandalorians like they used to. War meant you had to choose your allegiance and very little would hire those who were slaughtering their young men and women on the battlefield. No, it didn’t make good business to hire what the public saw as “the enemy”…luckily Florzen wasn’t interested in “Good “business. With a high pitched Bleep, The Anzat turned his attention to a small comlink concealed in his pocket. He waved the mercenary away and began to concern himself with a hushed conversation. Lohman turned to leave when he was addressed once more. “Anyone ever tell you your name is ill fitting, Demagol?” Lohman stopped in the doorway and looked over his shoulder in confusion. “ill fitting?” “For a man called Shev’la, you sure have a big mouth.” croaked the Anzat, hunched over his comlink so that his long greasy hair concealed his eyes. Shev’la!? Lohman stormed out with his hands shaking all the way down the hall. When he reached the door he slammed it open with such force the sound of snapping wood echoed in the air. “You stole my client!” He roared, spittle falling from his mouth and into his stubble as he clenched his teeth, shoulders heaving. Across from him a woman in black-pearl armor leaned against the wall of a shop set between two food vendors, twirling a small knife with an antler handle between her fingers. Shev’la Demagol, his wife. Storming over to her dust raised as Lohman swept a hand to seize her collar, she substituted the blade of her trinket instead, causing his fingers to close around it’s sharpened edge. He winced, tossing it aside as quickly as it pierced the skin. It was a gesture more out of shock then spite though each had a part in its initiation. “If there was ever a time to talk it’d be now, Shev‘- I deserve a damn good explanation!” Shev’la of course remained silent, pushing a hand against his chest to gesture for him to move aside. Instead Lohman slammed his hands on the wall behind her and brought his face inches from her visor, looking into his own golden reflection. “Following me is one thing -” It was as if she disappeared, the motion of her ducking beneath his arm to reclaim her knife from the dirt had been so fast his eyes didn’t detect it. By the time he pushed himself from the wall she was leisurely strolling away. Lohman ambled to her side and seized his wife’s arm, which she quickly circled out of his grip. “Shev’!” he snorted with annoyance and threw out his arms exasperated. “Damn stubborn…” he growled. Running ahead he blocked her path, staring her down with intensely focused eyes, mouth tight and brow furrowed into a sinister glare. “This job is mine. “ he said with finality. “You have your place back at home-you can’t have mine here too!” She looked as if she were about to step forward but thought better of it, her disposition softened but he kept his eyes firmly on her a moment longer. “Since you’re here, you might as well come along.” he said, turning from her and continuing her path. “But if that shiny armor of yours gives away my position in the desert its coming out of your shebs.” Shev’la followed after him. Lohman felt the familiar sense that she was smiling beneath her helmet burning into the back of his neck as the pair of Mandalorians departed, though it could have easily been dismissed by the many witnesses of their conversation. To brave the desert they would need supplies, luckily he had a good stock in a small home not far- though almost a small trip into the sands itself. it was far enough from town to be considered an outpost but not nearly close enough to their destination to make camp. ---------------------------------------------------- The wind was slowly becoming less of an annoyance the further into the desert the couple ventured. It had died down from a sand spitting distraction to a flow that did little but push the large puffy clouds across the sky in steady succession. Somewhere along the way Lohman donned his helmet and hood to keep the blistering sun and elements out of his eyes. He carried a small arsenal of weapons on his back- A rifle slung across his shoulders with a large sight, two pistols at his right hip and a large stock of darts at his gauntlets. Shev'la in contrast carried more personal weapons, A gaderffi of duranium sheathed across her back, an antler handled pistol and one heavy gauntlet that housed a one shot slug- should she choose to punch someone they'd be in for a nasty surprise. Stopping to examine a small GSP on her opposite gauntlet she tapped two exterior buttons before signaling him over. Florzen had sent her the supposed coordinates of the crash, solidifying Lohman's theory she had made contact with him prior to their meeting. "Good." He nodded. It would be about a day's journey. They continued to the home on the horizon with Shev'la leading. "When did that get so short?" Lohman thought, looking at the Gaffi stick slung across her right shoulder blade, when they had first met Shev'la could have easily used it as a walking stick. He smiled. She had simply gotten taller. "Time..." 9 years was a long time...and it was moments like this, inches away from her that felt like miles; the thought their marriage may have been bred from immature needs lurked in the back of his mind. How many men couldn't describe their own wife's face? When they reached the home Shev'la stopped at the walkway, throwing out her arm with her palm up. The door was ajar. "What the hell...?" Lohman snarled, pushing past her with a pistol drawn. Racing though the door way he lifted his gun with one hand and slowly proceeded inside tactically silent. To his left was the kitchen and in front of him the hall to his bed room, work shop ad ship garage...he prayed whoever broke in hadn't found the key to his speeder. Turning alert at the sound of foot steps he saw Shev'la entering the kitchen with one hand on her Gaffi stick. There had been trespassers before, weary travelers seeking shelter from dust storms and traveling vendors- but none had ever gotten inside without Lohman's permission. It was a violation of his privacy that turned his stomach. Edited by Anonymiss, Jan 4 2011, 03:26 PM.
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| Arm514ve | Jan 4 2011, 04:33 PM Post #2 |
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Hibirar broke into a house close to the town due to the heat he had been traviling for miles from where he was forced to land the liberated republic ship he stole from a cruiser he infiltrated, but took some damage in the escape and made it to tatoine to land though not as nice as he had hoped when he crashed on the surface. when he came to he realized he was about three days away from the nearest setlement. He made it out intime before it was swarmned by Sand people. after several days of traviling he found a house in the desert near town but decided to take a break at the house that seemed to be abandoned. he found the security systems to be archic at best as he sliced the front door controls and found a shaded area out of the sun to collapse for a little while till the sun went down to finish his trek into town but his rest was short lived when he heard some one... no two people enter judgeing from there foot steps, the adrenalin giveing him the energy to move again dispite being exhausted from the journy. He stayed in the shadows drawing his side arm as he tried to stay out of sight. he knew he was trespassing but the house seemed abandoned for days so he thought possibly raiders that followed him from the crash. |
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| Darth Mulluns | Jan 5 2011, 02:16 AM Post #3 |
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Valek sat down in in his ship at a desk, fixing up his magnum after he dropped it in the sand. He was cleaning it out and got it all out as he tightened some bolts into it so it was back to the way it was. His ship was in the outskirts, just behind a hill away from what appeared to be a small building nearby. The tribes here were feral, and were to be shot on sight from their way of greeting others. Thankfully, when he brought out his lightsaber, they scattered in fear. He was about ready to go into one of the main settlements, but decided to wait awhile first to see if the sandstorm would die out before flying. Edited by Darth Mulluns, Jan 5 2011, 02:19 AM.
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| Anonymiss | Jan 5 2011, 02:25 AM Post #4 |
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Shev'la rounded a corner and came face to face with the unexpected house guest- a fellow mandalorian. She had nearly bumped into him in the dark, his silence making him blend into the shadows seamlessly. Lowering her gaffi stick to the ground with a clank, Lohman approached from the opposite side, taken aback by the sight of another of his kind. He was still suspicious but significantly less hostile. "How did you get in here?" as asked, weapon still raised but eyes off the sight. |
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| Arm514ve | Jan 5 2011, 09:51 AM Post #5 |
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Hibirar lowered his weapon a bit but kept it in hand and still aimed a bit at her torso as he heared the other one come around the conner, and ask a question. "you're sequrity system was arcaic to say the least. I'm sorry I didn't know anyone lived here much less Mandalorians." he said lowering his weapon and raising his hands to show no hostility and that he was un armned. |
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| Anonymiss | Jan 5 2011, 10:01 PM Post #6 |
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Lohman lowered his guard, looking to Shev'la for approval. When she nodded he removed his helmet and offered his hand to the armored trespasser. "Lohman Demagol," He said, "My Woman here's called Shev'la." Shev'la brought her fist to her shoulder in a small salutation. "I trust you didn't help yourself too much to my wares..." He said slightly sour. "Your welcome to my water and some meal but beyond that I have little to offer." A security system would be a future investment... |
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| Arm514ve | Jan 7 2011, 10:36 AM Post #7 |
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"Thank you and if it makes you feel any better I didn't take anything I just arrived myself I was hopeing just to find refuge until the sun went down to continue to town though seeing as I owe you for not shooting me on sight I would like to repay you tow anyway I can." Hibirar said takeing off his helmet, and holding it under his arm heavy bags could be seen under his eyes from walking three days straight but other than that he showed no other sigghns of fatigue. |
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| Anonymiss | Jan 8 2011, 01:20 AM Post #8 |
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Shev'la lifted her gauntlet's display screen to get her husband's attention. The three day deadline date for the bounty flashed red and she tapped it with her index finger disapprovingly. Lohman noted it and wiped his nose, upon seeing the man's exhausted face his decision was made. "Rest here for the night, You'll need it." He made a gesture with his hand and Shev'la disappeared into the kitchen with a muffled sound that could have been a sigh or an annoyed resignation. He hid a smirk, so she was concerned about HIS bounty eh? The more he demonstrated his power over the situation the better,it'd be the last time she'd steal his clients. "I'm a man for hire, in the morning I'll be returning to the desert on a case." He said. Shev'la returned with a water skin, offering it to the stranger. "If your feeling up to it, you'll join us...if not your welcome here till your back on your feet, so long as my garage stays off limits. I could always use a hand in case the Tusken's get friendly...got a name?" Edited by Anonymiss, Jan 8 2011, 01:25 AM.
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| Darth Mulluns | Jan 8 2011, 01:34 AM Post #9 |
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Valek came out from under his ship, brushing off the sand from him as he sighed. One of his parts was damaged during the storm and would need a replacement. He would still be able to fly it, but any chance of the ship leaving orbit was slim to none. Looking around, not bothered by the heat, he remembered there was a small settlement nearby. He did not know if anyone lived there or if it was abandoned, and would soon find out. Pocketing his hands, he made his way over and down the hill towards the settlement, cracking his neck a little as he approached what was the front door. He knocked loudly on it, and would wait a minute before trying to get in. |
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| Arm514ve | Jan 8 2011, 08:27 AM Post #10 |
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"Thank you" he said to Lohman as he sat down, on the floor. he then took the water skin from Shev'la, and took a few driks before putting the top on. "Thank you" he said to Shev'la after he was done. he then heard Loham, "sorry didn't mean to be rude. my name is Hibirar Paijir Fett, and I will gladly help you out its the least I can do for letting me rest here for a while." he then heared the knock on the door. looking towards it. |
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| Anonymiss | Jan 9 2011, 01:43 AM Post #11 |
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"Good to have you Hibirar, In the mor-" Lohman's head turned as a loud rapping came from the front door. Shev'la turned just a few seconds before and she made her way to it before he could react. "Did you come alone?" he asked Hibirar discreetly. The Mute approached the heavy wooden entrance - slightly short due to the small collapse of the heavy adobe weighing it down. She paused, flexing her fingers before opening it at a cautiously slow pace. |
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| Darth Mulluns | Jan 9 2011, 01:53 AM Post #12 |
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The door opened to Valek as he looked on at the open room, sensing that someone was near as his hands stayed in his coat pockets. He then slowly walked forward, keeping on edge incase of an ambush as he looked around some, then turned around to face the mute. "My mistake. Thought home was abandoned." |
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| Arm514ve | Jan 9 2011, 04:12 PM Post #13 |
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Hibirar nodded a yes at Lohmans question about him being alone keeping silent UN-clipping his side arm again. watching as the door slowly opened and a man in light armor a trench coat and a helmet with a single ocular lens could be seen, and then he spoke saying he thought the residence was abandoned. "See I wasn't the only one who thought so." he said with a raised eyebrow at Lohman. |
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| Anonymiss | Jan 10 2011, 01:19 AM Post #14 |
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Shev'la stepped aside as Lohman made his way to the door. "Seems like a popular opinion..." He said dryly, his thumbs looped through his utility belt. Perhaps redecorating would be in order... He ran his thumb over the stubble on his chin and jerked his head to the left to signify the stranger he could enter. From his attire and what he could see of the desert from the door way a dust storm was stirring the sands. "Get in, looks like dinner will be for four tonight." Shev'la elbowed past and into the kitchen at the word. |
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| Darth Mulluns | Jan 10 2011, 05:00 PM Post #15 |
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"Mandalorians." Was the thought Valek had when he saw one of them. Barbarians was what they were, and was surprised they did not greet him with weapons firing at him. He decided to skip to the point, almost forgeting about the dinner offer. "I came for parts. Ship needs repairs." |
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