GunslingerGhost

Eddo freaked for some reason. I quickly turned drawing my pistol when I noticed an old man standing there. Either he was too stupid to find the front door of our ship or his way of knocking was rather creepy at best. I quickly hesitated shooting him since he was standing awkwardly under the ship, but I settled for sending a blast past his head just so he knows we mean business. I only miss on purpose! Before I could see the effect of my warning shot he had already disappeared into the shadows. Meanwhile Kaldena's scent filled the air; Jervous's mask filtering it just fine. "I think it was a slave or a homeless person. Its up to Zalis but I think we should hurry and finish our mission. Something weird is going on around here..."

Missions like this had become common place for the experienced gunman. For several years he lived off of his shooting skills and earlier yet he used them as an infantry marksman developing his talent before he was discharged after a devasting incident. This information he would tell no-one unless the situation called for it. For him it was less about remembering the past and more about forgeting it. No doubt though his movements and form had stayed fresh and unforgettable continuely re-enforced through the memories laced in his trigger fingers which Zalis had already taken note of and Eddo briefly experienced when those two blasts whizzed past his head. As Jervous stepped down the ramp he explained the complexities of adding a series of armanets to the droid. Through talking and hand-motion he described that in order to automate the firearm, one would need to splice wires, physically mount the weapon in a convient yet effective place and write a program for TX and hope that it doesn't blast your head off in the process. "Now pre-existing codes do exsist but adapting them to the TX is where the challenge comes in. I've modified plenty of ships with new armanets but the complexities of dealing with retro-fitted AI does add a certain degree of difficulty..." Jervous continued on this thought for a while before his speaking dulled down to a slight murmur as he looked around and took in the new enviroment. One could vaguely hear sounds reverbirating from the complex they were on their way to. "Smells like spices... this entire planet must have that smell." It was a strong odor that if wiffed without preparation could easily take you a back, however due to the overwhelming amount that this planet was known for, your senses would soon adapt and you wouldn't notice it at all. After the disabling effects of the spices, Jervous's instincts took in and he immediately scanned their surroundings with his mask, looking for body heat, chemical compounds, and animal tracks. "My scanners aren't picking up anything, if there is somebody out here then they definitly know what their doing." After taking a long look at his ship Zalis turned and led the way. He was nervous, not so much about the characters we may run into but more so the state of his ship. It was his lifeline, and now it was also ours. Even if any of us had ill thoughts towards each other, we were all tied to the same ship. For the moment the ship had become our mutual suvival tool, our friendship.

Zalis on the communit: "All right team, we've arrived at Kessel and have been given permission to land near the Spice Mines. We'll need to meet up with a contact before we can receive the goods. Stay alert, you'll find more than the Nar Shaddaa scum on the surface." A voice echoed throughout the ships halls waking me up from my sleep. During the jump I must've fell from my make-shift hammock because I woke up on the floor with my feet still tangled to the wiring. I had woken up like this before, but the last time I was shackled in a ship's brig. In my sleepy haze I reminisced about that time until I had come to reality and knew where I was. In my sleep drunken state I some how managed to get out of the wires with a series of flails and kicks. I then sat up and drained the drool from my breath mask. Outside I could hear someone walking towards the ramp. From the steathly sound of the footsteps I guessed it was probably Eddo. I then stood up and grabbed my pistol belt and affects from the corner of the room. After fastening its buckle I grabbed my cloak and threw it over my shoulders. After a brief adjustment in my pants I was ready to go to work. I could sense the ship coming closer to the ground; my ears were popping and my heart could feel the effects of non-artifical gravity once again. "...you'll find more than the Nar Shaddaa scum on the surface." Those words seemed to be the only ones that my brain could retain in my sleep amnesiac state. I checked my ion grenades and made sure they were still in good condition. After going through inventory and making sure everything was still in my possesion (Something about sleeping in a vessel with relatively newly met people gave Jervous a scare of theft). I then made my way towards the food storage room taking a moment to stretch my now sore back. When I got in I realized that this crew didn't have a way with breakfast. Cans were tossed about and there seemed to be no order to where, how much and what kind of food was eaten. It looked like Cracian thumper food was scattered all acrossed the floor. "If it was my ship I would've stopped to clean it... sucks for Zalis," I thought to myself. I then grabbed a can of space food and munched on its heathly but bitter taste tossing the can into the preexisting pile by the disposal. Next I headed for the ramp where I saw Eddo waiting in one of the crash couches looking ready for combat and wearing a pistol on his belt. "How'd you sleep? Zalis says were gonna have some fun on this planet!" I said as I rested my hand on the wall. Meanwhile TX drove by taking an inventory of the crew members. He stopped next and gave me a scan up and down before uttering some beeps and boops and then took off to some remote part of the ship. I then took my hand off the wall and took the nearest seat next to Eddo and pulled out one of my pistols and starting polishing it.

Jervous followed behind Eddo and Zalis eagerly awaiting wait lied ahead. This was the first time he's been off of Nar Shadaa for several years. Soon they made it to the hangar. While Zalis was busy dealing with the dock payment, which sounded really low to my ears, I made my towards the glorious vessel. Everything about it looked like a junker, but the inside is where the captain payed special attention. "Must've been for his "guests" to enjoy." Soon Jervous found an abandoned quarters and entered it. The walls and floors were all a spaceship gray and there were wires hanging out of the walls. Jervous grabbed some of these wires to make a hammock, since they were already hanging from the ceilings. He then laid himself back tossing his affects to the corner of the room and fell into a deep sleep. ((Yes, he does sleep with his mask on))

Before Zalis could finish his sentence Jervous had his last drink polished off and his blaster pistol twirling at the hip. He slammed his drink on the bar surface and yelled with a exclamation, "finally a chance for me and my blasters to have some fun!" Jervous and Zalis now stood and headed towards the door, Zalis still waiting for a response from Eddo. Jervous asked Eddo, "Just what have you been up to?" Not like it at all mattered to him, as far as he cares people can do as they please until it effects him. He was more curious because Eddo's paws were marked with red blood; blood that hadn't been there moments before. It could've been from the fight, his mind tracing, but he only used his claws for a moment during the fight. Either way Jervous could sense the suspicsion growing in Zalis. Unsure how Eddo was going to take the correction he headed out side, putting his mask back on and humming a tune through its distorted breathe filter. When he got outside he noticed a TX camping outside. It must have belonged to someone inside but its rare that you see droid owners in this side of town. The possiblity arised that it could've been Eddo's because it wasn't there when he arrived. "But with what money and where did he get that gun?" He thought to himself. "If this guy's holding out on me or getting a better gig, I'm going to need to do some digging." The droid spoke to itself in a series of beeps, boops, and bops as it sat there probably making calculations or whatever it is that droids do to pass the time. His mind soon wandered off thinking about the prospect of getting off Nar Shadaa and getting some money in his pocket. "It's been a while." He thought to himself. EDITED

Zalis and Jervous soon found themselves at the bleak beggar. They immediately headed right to the bar stools where the bartender depressingly asked what they'd like to drink while cleaning a used mug with a cloth. "Its places like these that make feel good about what I have... even if thats nothing." In the background one could hear the chatter of many defeated hearts and the sober drunk faces that could haunt you if you looked hard enough. "Its a gentle reminder of what not to become." "Bartender, give me something hard and tastless." The man behind the counter was slightly overweight with depression circling his eyes like vultures. Despite the somber mood, both Jervous and Zalis were in eager moods partly for the opportunity to become rich in the near future and partly because the immediate satisfaction of an alcoholic drink.

While Kaldena and Zalis finished their paperwork the hulking togorian took the oppurtunity to have some fun. For a moment I was curious as to what kitty's like to do for fun but the echo of blaster fire and screaming from alleways far down soon clued me in. Zalis soon finished the paperwork and then remarked about how much he wanted her. I couldn't tell exactly but the volume of that message seemed to reverbirate just enough for Kaldena to overhear. I was debating whether this was sly tactics or novice unawareness when he piped up something about going to Kessel. I've never been to that planet before so I had know idea of what to expect. "Kessel, I'm not sure if I've been there. Care to fill me in?" With Catman off doing chores and Zalis evaluating his performance as Kaldena walked off conventional wisdom would have provided that this would be a good time to grab my stuff and go make a home out the serendipity. However seeing that I was already carrying everything I owned I asked Zalis, "Care to get a drink before we head out?" winking as they started walking. I recommended a low class bar down in the slums of Nar Shadaa called The Beggar. The enviroment was generally unfriendly and the only time somebody talked was to ask for a drink. The climate was full of depressed individuals which cheered up Jervous, knowing that he wasn't that bad off. For whatever reason going there was like a jumpstart hope for him. I knew the Tentacle Head's answer before he even spoke.

While everybody was talking away, Jervous the astute intellectual he was noticed somebody nearby farted. It had a hairy tint to it so he guessed it was probably Eddo. Either way he had had enough, prompting him to put his breathe mask back on. After a few moments the pharamones had left his system and he began to come back to reality, realizing he didn't indeed love this girl he just thought she smelt very nice. The putrid alien exhaust had by this time wafted over to her, neutralizing her power. Jervous had no way of noticing this other than the awkward half second face she made when it crossed her path. No sooner had the look came than it was gone. Eddo probably farted because he's concerntration was focused on avoiding her sudducing scent, meanwhile his bodily funcitions were on auto pilot. It could've been Zalis, but his would've reeked of a distinct and unescapalble fish scent and everybody in a 50 parsect radius would know who dealt it. There was the possiblity of him dealing it while he was under her spell but even the most wacked out individual at least knows when they've farted. Regardless of who it was, Jervous was now back in action and ready for what ever was next. He's been itching to use his blasters soon as always and couldn't wait to hopefully get off this planet, this slug smelling planet. Zalis was busy flirting with the young female who took somewhat of an interest in him. Eddo was still nervously silent, normally he would've said something or at least purred quietly but currently he was dead silent. If we could've seen his skin beneath his fur is was probably as white as a ghost. Meanwhile Jervous retardly forgot the conversation that had just happened (something about scent being tyed to memory) and spaced out for a few minutes more while alternating various inhales and exhales which probably sounded pretty scary to someone standing next to him if it wasn't for his obnoxious humming that he was trying to add to the mix.

After having polished off that fine correlian import Jervous listened intently to the conversation going on. It was hard enough for him to find himself working for a Nautolan but he needed the money so he accepted to helping Zalis. Before long his attention was else where as rustle coming form the alley way behind them took his attention. Curiously he was the only one who noticed. Then the culprit emerged from the shadows. It was a fine looking something'er'nother. Ubese don't pay special attention to races other than their own. She wasn't particularly attractive for a hutt slave girl but her pharamones took an immediate tax on Jervous. He wasn't in love with her, instead he was under her spell. Normally his breathing mask would filter out such things but after getting the beating he took before he removed his mask to aid his aching head. Probably a bad mistake. "We should listen to the women, she has connections with the hutt's, she maybe able to help us get your ship back." He said this while twirling his blasters impressively and whistled a tune after he finished speaking. Jervous too had been a victim of the hutt ship impounding. He didn't have a particularly elegant craft but it had a reputation for being lethal. He wasn't the best pilot but he could park his ship in dead space and defend it well enough just using the turrets he had armed. Countless times he fended off space pirates and hutt employee's alike. When he landed on Nar Shadaa a group of assassins tryed to do him in. Luckily they were novices and he was able to pay them off. His bounty had been voided but they backstabbed him and took his ship. He wouldn't be surprised if it was rusting somewhere or on a junk planet by now. There wasn't anything particularly valuable about it other than keeping Jervous from having it. After taking away Jervous's firepower, he was useless to the hutt's and soon feel under the radar. Which led to his downward spiral. The station "police" wrote it off stating that he lost it during a gamble which knowing Jervous could be completely plausible. However, in reality it was just another political hutt cover attempt. If he had known better he would never have trusted this women, however her power over him was strong. He probably would have lost all sanity if he hadn't notice the Nautolan eyeing her as well. For a moment he saw a reflection of himself and understood what was happening... but he didn't care to resist, he would play her game mainly because he didn't have anything better to do.

Awaking from what seemed like the worst hang over ever, Jervous soon found himself hanging from a beastly cat like creature. "Agh! Let me down!" With a thud Eddo dropped him just like he said. He stared at him with big wild eyes as if curious. This is the first time he's heard him speak. "Does anybody have anything to drink around here?" Without even pausing to think about his situation he immediatly grasped the flask from the Togorian and took a heavy swig. The other two looked in amazement. Either it was poisoned, in which case the heavy enviroment in which the Ubese were exposed to would've produced some sort of tolerance or it wasn't poisoned and he just helped himself to somebody else's liquor. "So when do we start?" The cat creature continued to gaze in curiosity wondering how long he was awake while the creepy ship captain grew a strange grin acrossed his face.

A couple of pigs thinking they could get lucky and rob a tired and beat fighter soon found the hard way that if you wanna fight a professional fighter, you fight them on their good days, not their bad. One of the lunged towards the hulking cat sentient.. ..It was mistake, cause he soon found himself laying on the floor with friend lifeless. Next the hulking figure hurled me over his shoulder and I could only faintly remember some sort of dialogue before I blanked out.

The fight started in a fast paced flurry of whips and cracking noises. I glanced up to see a curious looking thug starring at me. His eyes didn't waiver for a second. *crap* I thought to myself. I thought I payed Jordin, now he's got guys on my tail again? Rightfully I paid these gambling debts long ago... For a moment I continued to panic-then off to my right I noticed a dancing twi'lek slave girl and quickly realized he wasn't starring at me, and he wasn't a thug... It was an amazing fight, probably one of the more thrilling ones in recent history. I was so blown away by the back and forth eb and flow of the fight that I completely forgot who I was betting on! With the final whimper of the slain fighter, I let out a huge drunken roar and while firing off blaster fire in random directions and stomping my feet as hard as I could. I quickly realized, however, that i had not become rich and had instead lost all my money on Krey the now deceased financial investment. Before I could understand fully what just happened, a huge right hook landed me square in the face. Several moments later I rally back to consciousness only to find myself in a tussel with a swarm of bouncers. Maybe that blaster fire wasn't a good call, but I couldn't hold back my excitement from the earth shattering fight. Moments later they dragged me outside and proceeded to give me there best rancor impression and beat me to an ugly pulp. Now don 't feel sorry for me. This was life on Nar Shaddaa. Once your stuck here you can't get off.. unless you know somebody. The bouncers after having there fill soon left me like a slug out on the pavement. It was then that I noticed the cat thing from the fight exit through the locker doors. He was hesitating about something. I don't think he new where to go, and he was holding his hand to his side and I could barely make out the blood. If I was going to get off this planet, I was going to need some help...

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Half drunk Jervous stumbles his way through the blood pits. He's not looking to fight, or to drink, he's looking to gamble. He's been clean from his addiction for at least two days until a rare win streak got his renewed interest. "Sir what can I do ya for?" "...I'm looking... I'm looking for a bet... *hiccup* ... to make one that is." The Chiss bartender/game manager takes whats left of my chips and hands me over some fight credits. "Ooooohhhhhhh...!" Just then some poor alien savage just took a near-fatal right hook in the face. The crowd went wild. Still trying to find my bearings throughout the club I noticed that the head hutt, the big guy around here, made his way to his seat. His throngs of body guards, low class thugs, and dancing slave women in tow. Just then a beastly cat like creature steps out in the ring. Crunching his fists he prepares to fight. I think to myself, "His odds are not in his favor, must be a new fighter to the ring. I'll put some money on the other guy. This cat fellow's gonna get it handed to. Always happens to the beginners. Poor fools think their cut out for the ring, then they almost end up dying for it... *hiccup* fools... hehe."

Identity [!ident] Real Name: Jervous Balto A.K.A: "Gunslinger Ghost" Homeworld: Uba IV Species: True Ubese Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 35 Height: 5'11'' Weight: 165 lbs. Hair: Above Eyes: Above Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: : Above, Modified breath mask/Helmet, Shoulder armor Weapon: Dual blaster pistols Common Inventory: Credit chips, pilots license, gambling debts, ion grenades. Faction Information [!factn] Force user: Unknown Alignment: Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: None Current Faction Rank: None History: [!hstry] Force Side: Unknown Trained by: No-one Trained who: No-one Known Skills: Poor gambling, Sharpshooting, Ship gunning. Background: Renowned throughout the galaxy for his gun skills, he first arrived in Nar Shadda looking for job oppurtunties and an outlet for gambling. Soon after arriving however he lost all his money in gambling debts and had to get rid of his ship in order to save his life. Ever since he's been gambling like a 'haulic and using his guns for hire to get off this slim infested planet. Ship Registration [!ship] Name: None Class: None Model: None Manufacturer: None Length: None Armaments: None Armor: None Anti-Personnel Defenses: None Appearance: None Modifications: None

Ubese with and without mask on.

Identity Real Name: Koto Varuem: is actually the name of the clan's hive mind; its singular personality. It means ”œThe Wanderers.”