Tatooine

[Sasori]

COMM TO: Jedi FROM: Chiss Ascendancy

 

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"This is Nokktin'okr'tihnt, Head of the House of Tihnt, Leader of the Chiss Ascendancy. I call on you for aid. The Empire will not take our leaving the, lightly and this revolution will be crushed without the support of your people. This is a time of desparation for the Chiss and with your pledged support I can promise an allegiance between our two people for all eternity.

 

"I cannot say much more for now. I do have a revolution to run. Please make your reply in haste."

 

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END COMM

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[MSA]

Scorpio quickly took the lead, the two walking back to the small LAF-250. Realizing that HK nor T3 would be able to come, he motion and asked them to stay near, that he would be returning for them. The two replied back a yes answer of sorts, and Scorpio went back to walking.

 

But as he neared the ship, a small distress comm came across the wires, a familiar yet distant voice heared on it's end. "So, it seems the Sith needs help, from a Jedi no less." Scorpio had a slight problem with it, but he also knew it was the Jedi thing to do. So Scorpio, sucking up his pride at what his once friend had become, and sent a comm back to Nokrt.

 

"It seems this new information on the shield came at the right time. After Coruscant, i will be heading for Csilla, and your welcome to come along if you wish. We'll may also need you to use you connections to get in touch with Admiral Starlisk if possible."

 

By then, Scorpio had fired up the ship and made their way into hyperspace, leaving his home planet once again, to his Master's home planet once again.(We seem to be doing this alot lately.) If Nom had wanted to answer him, he would be able to do so at Coruscant. The stars aligned, and they were gone.

[silent88]

Aluc lands his clawcraft and waits for the dust to settle. Once he climbs out he reflect on his earlier life here.

 

Why did that old man bring me here he asks himself. Flashes of his past suddenly occupy his thoughts. Anger floods through him. At least he knows the area. Aluc starts to jog slowly into the crowd of people trying to disappear....

 

After a couple minutes he runs to his old factory, if there is somewhere he knows best it is right here. He sprints into the doors, avoiding the guards with a secret passage only he knows about. He runs into the factory trying to blend in with the workers to avoid the cameras. He didn't know how the force fully worked, but crowds were said to help mute a single presence. Or thats what he was told.

[Celedon]

It wasn't long until Celedon arrived on Tatooine. The hunt for his own apprentice was about to begin. Having a twelve hour head start, Celedon expected Aluc to be well hidden by now. If not, then someone would be disappointed, and another one would be dead.

 

Within the Force, Celedon sifted through the large crowds to search for Aluc. The feat was a hard one, considering the amount of people in the local area alone. Still, Aluc has a specific presence in the Force, one that glowed a bit brighter than the rest. Soon Celedon picked up a trial to follow, and he began: heading towards an old factory that may lead him to the next phase of this hunt....

[silent88]

Aluc feels a slight brush of something against his consciousness causing him to stir from just hiding. He has no idea what it mean, but can only guess the old man has found him. feeling slightly frightened he allows himself to find a better hiding place. He climbs to the top stories of the building, and waits because he know it will be obvious when the old man enters the building. His only thoughts as he waits are of almost mechanical plans of escape, listening for anything out of the normal, and hope that he can jump as far as he used to.

[handofthrawn]

Barely perceptible motion marked the arrival of the Redawn of Vengeance, the personal YT-2000 of the infamous bounty hunter known only by the strange enigma "ShadowFett". He was the last True Mandalorian in the galaxy, and he was here for a very interesting purpose.

 

As the ship neared the planet, it angled not toward any of Tatooine's few settlements but toward instead a remote location where a single structure waited. If it was there indeed, as Marc Specter had told him in his dream the night before, it would give a little bit of reality to the visionary encounter.

 

Without any apparent emotion or feeling, ShadowFett landed his ship next to the place where the Temple of the Moon should be, exiting via its boarding ramp, walked out into the desert, apparently with no destination. He was fully armed and, of course, encased in his black battlearmor, which was accented with blue.

 

The Mandalorian walked straight out into the desert. He didn't know how this was going to work, but something was going to happen. He expected it to be quite an experience.

[Moon Knight]

The hot sun beat down on Fett's head as he walked. Entering the Dune Sea of Tatooine was certain death. But on faith alone, the warrior had walked into its blazing heat. Such faith was to be rewarded. Fett had answered an ancient call. It had sounded only in his dreams at first. But after a few miles, he heard its physical manifestation. In the distance, he heard the howl of a strange animal not found on Tatooine. Its eerie, mournful yell echoed in Fett's mind. And then the ground began to rumble.

 

Pebbles and sand spilled away, as a massive temple emerged from the ground. It was constructed in the classical design. White marble, and brick made the sun's reflection shine off the building like a beacon, blinding all who dared look upon the Temple of the Moon. Save Fett, that is. The light bathed him, but did not shine in his eyes as brightly as it should. It seemed to be consciously sparing him. Either way, the Temple was a sight to behold. It had three spires rising up from the main structure. The largest sat in the center, and at the very top of that spire sat a crescent moon.

 

There was no front to the Temple, and no back. There was only a large opening directly in front of ShadowFett. It seemed to beckon him to enter and complete his destiny.

[handofthrawn]

ShadowFett's walk did not falter or slow as the Temple of the Moon rose in its splendor from the sand in which it had been entombed. His head didn't twitch to take it fully in. He just kept walking straight forward towards the entrance that had made its presence apparent to him.

 

It was a wondrous thing, to see a Temple rise out of sand, a temple so bright that it could blind the observer. The Mandalorian considered for a moment if it was possible that its beacon could be seen from space, and he decided that it probably could, to one who was looking for it. The light of the two suns reflected off it in all directions, its stunning light a spectacle, though he made no show of even noticing it.

 

The temple was here because he had believed that it would be here, as fairy-taleish as that seemed. Why should he be surprised at its awesomeness? Why should he be taken aback by the spectacle? No, Fett was a being of discipline and security. He did not doubt himself nor what he chose to believe. Truth itself was only significant in the physical world and realm--belief ruled the inexplicable, the intangible, and the realm of the mind.

 

Not breaking stride or moving his head or twitching a muscle in his neck, the experienced bounty hunter walked into the temple, his stride not long or short, but measured and precise. When one was as devoted to discipline as he, every twitch of every muscle was measured, for in order to maximize combat efficiency, one had to be aware of every aspect of his being, aware of exactly where each of his body parts was located at any given time.

 

And, of course, combat was what drove a Mandalorian. Combat and honor. Honor for glory. Glory in death, and glory for the chance to face greater challenges and thus continue to improve himself. Improvement came through combat, which was coupled with honor. It was a cycle that ended only with perfection. If anyone was ever to reach perfection, it would be ShadowFett, but he did not believe it possible. So he would spend his existence a testament to what the Mandalorians once stood for, though he was all that was left.

 

He was in a galaxy of scum, and becoming Moon Knight was declaring war on them.

 

Now in the temple, Fett waited for the next thing to happen that needed to happen, absolutely sure that it would.

[Moon Knight]

The chamber Fett entered was something out of history. It was dusty and brown, but somehow seemed filled with a life of its own at the same time. The temperature within the Temple was cool. Fett found any fatigue he may have felt had completely dissipated. A lesser man than Fett might have felt fear or apprehension. But even if Fett had less courage, he would not have felt such things. Fett's soul was filled from without by a very powerful emotion: Contentment. The Temple felt like home. This feeling was part of the spell of the Moon Knight

 

Upon entering, the walls had been checkered with many strange carvings. Most were pictures and words Fett was unfamiliar with. But soon their meaning became clear. They told tales of the Moon Knights of old. The languages long since dead came alive for Fett. For in that moment, he was filled with the knowledge of all who had served the galaxy before him.

 

"You have come at last."

 

The form of Marc Spector came into view. In visions and dreams, Marc appeared as a ghostly apparition. But within the walls of the Temple, he looked like a normal living man. He was clad in his Moon Knight garb. White armor, with the insignia of a crescent moon and star emblazened on his chest.

 

"You know who I am, and why you are here. You are to become the next Protector in a long line of warriors who have served that duty. The crest of the Moon Knight will be yours, along with the use of this Temple in times of danger and injury. This room has the power to heal any wound you recieve. And within this Temple, you cannot be touched by outside forces."

 

Fett would find all of his communications equipment useless in these walls. He would hear only static.

 

"You are in the next world right now, not in the physical realm. That's why I appear solid to you. That is the source of the Moon Knight's power. All of the knowledge of past Knights will exist within you, if you accept this power. And so, without any delay, I must ask, do you accept the mantle of the Moon Knight? You must be willing to fulfill the duties of the Moon Knight. You must protect the innocent and combat evil. How you do that is your concern. As long as you abide by those two requirements, the power will stay with you. If you do not, it will be taken away."

 

The power had been removed already from Yuusuke in his quest for vengeance. But Marc did not believe Fett would meet the same fate.

 

"There is another requirement. When you tire of existing in this galaxy, you must promise to take my place here and guide the next Moon Knight, so that I may pass on. Do you agree?"

[handofthrawn]

ShadowFett considered. He could hardly imagine suddenly inheriting the complete knowledge of all past Moon Knights in a flash. It was something that just didn't happen--the complete assimilation of one's forebearers. But, nonetheless, that was what he was looking at right now.

 

Most of what Spector said he had no quarrel with. But at the very end of Marc's words, he was faced be a dilemma. The next Moon Knight. The next Moon Knight would inherit his own abilities, and he would become a Mandalorian as well as Moon Knight. And Fett was to guide him, when he grew tired of existance.

 

The decision, though, was clear. If Fett ever tired from existance, the galaxy would still need someone like him, someone to stand up for the Mandalorian way of life, someone to be coupled with not only that way of life, but directly with fighting for good. That was what the galaxy needed, and if he was there to guide said person, he would be able to live on through them.

 

And that would possibly not be for a very, very long time.

 

"I accept your terms, Marc Spector," he said with what was barely a nod. "I am ready to fight solely for good, battling evil and protecting innocence. I am also prepared to leave your legacy and my own in he or she that may follow me."

[Moon Knight]

"Then so be it."

 

A brilliant white light flashed in the Temple. When Fett's eyes could see once more, the power of the Moon Knight had passed to him. The insignia of the crescent moon and star was visible on his armor. Fett was the new. Marc was the old. The power of the Temple had found new life.

 

"Before you depart, Moon Knight, there is one more thing I must tell you. Dreams and visions will haunt your life from now on. It will not always be a pleasant experience. If you need guidance, you may call on me. I am here to help."

 

Marc pointed to the exit of the Temple, which had reappeared behind Fett. When he returned to the world of the living, he would find that no time had passed.

 

"Do not forget your duty. And do not forget that you are the true Moon Knight. There is another that has been granted access to a lesser form of this power. He has been permitted this because he is a Blademaster, but remember that you are the keeper of the Temple now, above all others."

[Moon Knight]

ShadowFett nodded. He would bear the crescent moon and star for a long time, and it began now. But that was the smallest change he was experiencing.

 

Experience itself flooded his body, his mind. Countless combat forms and techniques suddenly supplemented his own. He found many of them inadequate, and he disagreed with others, but it was a fascinating experience. The biggest change was a sudden power flooding into him. He felt...stronger than he had before, more capable. And more prepared to battle evil actively.

 

There is another? he was curious at Marc's words. The Blademasters were uncommon in the galaxy, though he had heard of a few, the most promient being a certain Vegeta Isolder. Perhaps that was the man Marc now referred to. Regardless, this temple and this power were now his responsibility.

 

Among the experiences he found that Marc had endured torture at the hands of Jidai Geki, and had fought him. Fett had never himself fought Geki, though he had spoken to the man. Most of his direct experiences having to do with an Emperor had been with Cineon Yahn, who had been a complete fool, seeking to offer Fett what he perceived Fett wanted, trying to pretend that he could divine even Fett's true name from his mind. The name had been inaccurate and the wants completely off. He had offered that which Fett had not wanted and expected him to accept it.

 

ShadowFett had left that encounter an enemy of the Emperor, and he hadn't cared.

 

Moon Knight then turned around and left the Temple with one final look around. This was to be a home to him, and a home was something that he had not claimed to have for decades. It sank back under the sand as he left and boarded the Redawn of Vengeance again, though perhaps that was an unfitting name for a ship belonging to Moon Knight. He understood that vengeance was no longer a suitable cause for a hunt unless fueled by the right things.

 

"Master, you were quick," 2277 said curiously.

 

Fett raised an eyebrow. He glanced at a chrono. "Just a curious side-effect of the Temple," he said. "It seems that within its boudaries I am not only outside this existance, but outside time itself."

 

It was time to leave Tatooine and take the fight elsewhere. Unfortunately, Fett wasn't entire sure how to fight evil. Doubtless that it would be wherever he looked, but the last time he had directly challenged the Empire, things had gone poorly. He wasn't the type to work for a faction--those days were past. Battling a faction would take work, but it could be done.

 

Since Piccolo's death, there had been little crime from the Black Sun, or whatever they called themselves now, but it was rumored that SEED was once again emerging. Perhaps he had a little research to do. And perhaps he knew the place to start looking.

 

Pulling back the hyperspace levers, Moon Knight disappeared.

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

The bright twin sons of Tatooine caused the woman to blink as her eyes adjusted from the dimness of her Firespray-class ship to the harsh brightness of the desert world. A slight breeze blew, bringing with it the musty smell of the settlement of Mos Eisley and stirring her loose jet tresses slightly.

 

Upon landing her ship in the port, she'd radioed her husband about her whereabouts as well as instructions for him to meet her on the planet. The two had been married for nearly a year and had spent very little time together as their occupations as bounty hunters allowed the crossing of their paths to be few and far between. Though, when those crossings did occur they were not wasted opportunities.

 

Over the past few months, the two had talked about seeking other options for making their way in the universe. However, neither of them felt the call to settle among their own people on the rural world of Concord Dawn, where most of their people had settled after the Empire had set out to destroy the Mando'a race and way of life.

 

While she'd been born and raised on Concord Dawn herself, her bloodlines were traced back to the Mandalorian world of Shogun, long since destroyed in the purge. Her mother had been lucky to make it to the last bastion of the Mando'a race. Her father hadn't been so lucky. Her almond-shaped eyes, olive-toned skin, and jet black hair were testament to those bloodties. Her jade eyes that surveyed the inhabitants moving about the port were evidence of her fathers ties to Concord Dawn. This striking combination of features along with her battle-toned petite frame, made her seem all the more exotic.

 

One of her main criteria that she'd insisted on with her husband on selecting a planet, was that it could in no way be boring. Mirdala Ad'goran loved excitement, intrigue, and the odd brawl. She felt that with the colorful array of inhabitants, wanderers, rogues, and characters that continuously populated the city of Mos Eisley, her desire for lack of boredom would be more than fulfilled.

 

Gracefully she slid down the hull of her ship and landed in a crouch on the sand below. Before stepping out into the crowd, she wrapped her long hair up with a swathed head covering that covered both of her shoulders. She stashed her comlink in one of the many pockets of her olive=green cargo pants.

 

Not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, she thought that she'd forgo wearing the Mando'a armor that she was so accustomed to wearing, so she'd opted instead to don the head wrap, pants, and a black tank along with her customary black boots. Her knife was at her side as well, along with her twin blasters that were slung into leather holsters that graced her hips.

 

The head covering was long enough to cover her armaments, but there was also something about the way that she carried herself that suggested that it would be unwise to mess with this beautiful, but very deadly woman.

 

She'd been a bounty hunter almost as soon as she was of age, first going along with her mother, then later by herself. Before that, she'd been brought up as a Mando'a warrior and taught to compensate for her smaller frame and size with surprising strength and lightening quick speed.

 

It was through her career as a bounty hunter that she'd been able to save up quite an amount of money. The same career had led her to meet her husband as well.

 

They'd both been tracking the same mark, and both been assigned the same contract by the same company, hoping to pit one against the other and not have to pay the full bounty. What they hadn't accounted for was the bond of the two's Mandalorian honor, and willingness to communicate. The plot was soon discovered and Mirdala and her new friend. The two quickly put the situation to rest and blackmailed the company into paying double or else their treachery be exposed to the bounty hunter network, thereby making it difficult for them to put out another contract. Of course they were paid.

 

Their friendship grew as they teamed up to take on bigger contracts and it eventually led them to their vows. Since then their time together had dwindled, something that they both regretted, hence the decision to settle for now on Tatooine.

 

Mirdala pondered for a moment as she took in the various languages around her. She knew that her Huttese was more than a little rusty, but she knew that with time she'd pick it up once more.

 

She also thought about choosing a new name for herself. She'd made more than a few enemies over the years, but they'd only seen her in her full armour. They knew the name, but not the face behind the helmet. It would do me well to choose a nom de plume for use during my time here. Otherwise I may find more trouble faster than I wish it.

 

As she walked the streets, she noticed a small cantina. As good a place as any to think things out”¦

 

And with that thought she ducked in the door.

 

((Continued in the Mos Eisley Cantina Thread))

[Adenn Galaar]

Adenn Galaar put down the trinket he was examining. His wife had since moved on, exiting the shop and heading towards their final destination, but he wasn't quite through. He had been wanting something new, a new weapon of sorts, but hadn't quite found what he was looking for. A lot of the weapons made in Mos Eisley were good, but involved no balance or peronalization that Adenn was looking for. He moved to the next display, his saphhire eyes settling on a blaster. It looked top of the line, five settings, excellence weight and balance, and characterized by the maker. This was the kind of weapon he was looking for. He noticed an additional feature: This weapon could fire blaster bolts as well as slugs, making for optimal destruction.

 

He walked it over to the merchant and payed him a measly 500 credits for the weapon. He put it in an empty slot on his holster belt, then exited the store, walking through the red hot streets of the scum hole of the galaxy. Sweat dripped down his well toned arm muscles, making them glisten in the scorching sun. He ignored vendors as they bid him to come into their shops. He had had enough shopping for one day, and it was time to reach his wife. He turned right on a street a few dozen meters from the shop he had just left, bringing the Cantina into view.

 

Finally an establishment where I don't have to worry about being bartered with.

 

With that thought he opened the door and stepped into the gloomy, dank Mos Eisley Cantina...

 

((Continued in the Mos Eisley Cantina Thread))

[Darth Halál]

Halál reached the city of Mos Eisley and ducked into a nearby shop he decided to replace his speeder bike that he had blown up not too long ago while fighting the Walluga on Kashyyyk.

 

So, he reached the shop keeper, and spoke to him. On hearing his request to see a speeder bike (as it costs a lot of money), the shop keeper brightened and went ushered him into the back. Inside, there were a few speeder bikes, and a buch of tools, including blow torches, extra engines, and a plethora of assorted items. Halál spoke to the shop keeper and said he would like a BARC speeder. The owner looked around quietly, and then showed him into a room covered up by the tool chest. Inside was a new looking BARC speeder, with all kinds of upgrades. These included a compartment underneath the seat, an onboard computer, and a faster engine. Halál smiled when he saw this, something this great would be perfect for what he might need in the future. He asked the shop keeper what the price was and brightened at the new. The cost would be 600 credits. Then, he saw a helm on a desk nearby. When he asked what it was, the shop keeper said that it was used for bounty hunters, because it had a built in heat sensor, a comm link up, and provided him access to his ship computer. Then Halál asked how much that might be as well. The shop owner replied that he would give both the items for 675 credits. It was then when Halál realized that he needed to buy a new blaster rifle as well. He asked Njurl (the shop keeper) where he might find one of those. Njurl said that he had a few that he sold on the occasion and that he would sell all three for a grand total of 700 credits. Halál was pleased with this bargain, and then agreed. Halál couldn't transport the speeder himself, so he paid Njurl his remaining 50 credits to have it sent to Nepsis 8. However, he took the blaster rifle and the helm with him so he could put them to immediate use. He thanked the shop keeper, and then walked off and climbed into his ship. He flew off and thought no more of Tatooine.

[Mirdala Ad'Goran]

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[Moon Knight]

Moon Knight returned to Tatooine nearby the location of the hidden Citadel that was his base of operations. He exited the ramp, heading out into the heat and sand towards apparently nothing. But then, as always, rising out of the sand was the great desert Citadel of the Moon.

 

Fett approached it and entered, standing in the middle and waiting for the spectral Marc Spector (no pun intended) to make his appearance.

[Daben Celt]

Daben's ship landed on Tatooine on the location specified by Zeke. He sat, nearing impatiently, for his delivery to arrive.

[Mr. Mortati]

A cargo hauler arrives, unloading the supplies in the specified area and ensuring that Daben knows that if he needs further transportation for them that it is available.

[Daben Celt]

::With the new shipment in his hands, and well hidden, Celt began meticulously on his new virus that would bring the galaxy to its knees::

[Moon Knight]

Moon Knight left the temple with a new mission. The best way to get things done was not by oneself, but with at least one other being. The being he was to seek out was a shapeshifter, a changeling named Vash Mammon, presently on Naboo.

 

He could definately see the advantages to working with a changeling, but he was hardly the type to make friends and he wasn't sure just how well he would take a partner at this point. As of now, however, it was more important to work against the forces of evil than worry about his anti-social personality traits.

 

Discipline would prevail.

 

Heading back to his ship, he entered the cockpit and sat down. "You were quick," 2277 stated, apparently forgetting that time didn't pass the same in the temple as it did outside it.

 

"Let's go to Naboo," he returned, and they were off.

[Jae]

The Aero soon shot out of hyperspace and into the atmosphere of Tatooine. He darted for a small landing area where an assorted array ships were stationary. He jumped out, and squinted his eyes, shielding himself from the blazing sun. He began to walk out from the landing area, looking for any information that could lead him in the right direction of the Hutt Organization.

[Hutt Fleet Commander]

Rehabilitation and re-modeling of His Lord Wyhl the Hutt's Palace begins. Fleet repair already underway is in its final phase.

 

His Lordship Wyhl will be returning soon peasants! Complete the work or there will be a price to pay!

 

HFC heads to the security room of the Palace and begins inputing security commands. Still input are all the former enemies of the Hutts. The Alliance topping that list.

 

I cannot wait to begin murdering and pillaging again!

[Wyhl the Hutt]

Wyhl sat with a grimave on his face as his Palace once again came to life. It had been quite some time since the Galaxy felt the wrath of the Hutts, but not soon enough it was time to begin again. Wyhl fingered his holopad entering commands into it with fury. Within seconds the Palace screamed into life. The Palace was completely repaired and his Heiness Lord Wyhl's fleet was complete. Now it was only a matter of time before the smell of money, sex, and death filled the air.

 

Open for business...

[Rodya]

Emerging from a small shop carrying parts for his droid, Dunya, Rodya notices something different about the foul streets. A certian odor is now hanging in the air that was not present before he went into the shop. It is an attractive scent. Rodya sniffs the air twice, his nostrils flaring as the aroma is sucked into his body.

 

He smiles, A new employer open for business.

 

The bounty hunter shuffles his items around in his arms and carries them back to his ship where he uses them to complete his pilot droid.

 

"Dunya," says Rod-yak, "I have been allied with the Black Sun for a long time now, even though recently I have been working independently." The droid nods an affirmation, "But now I believe it is time to move on. I will still hold my alligeance to Mindan and Piccolo if they ever need me, but life with the Sun was stale. Something new has caught my interest here on Tatooine. Stay with the ship while I explore this new business venture. I will call you when I need you."

 

He finishes tightening the last screw on Dunya's left leg. The master seems much clamer now. More respectable and in control, the droid processess.

 

"Yes master," Dunya states, "I am at your service." The droid stands and tests the new legs passing by a piece of highly polished metal that reflects Dunya's new outer coverings. The master's workmanship is impressive, no matter how unstable he may be.

 

Rodya calls out to Dunya as he exits the ship, "I hope you like the new legs Dunya."

 

"Oh yes they are excellent master. Goodluck with your new job." But Rodya is already out of earshot as the droid speaks. The two are an odd couple, being so polite. Like a wholesome family they are, but darkness lurks under the outer coverings of their family like environment.

 

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In a dark cloak and wearing his typical armor, Rodya approaches what he believes to be the source of the smell he had noticed earlier. A large palace stands out from the dunes. It is a place that looks as if it has passed from desolation to occupancy many times, but from the looks of things now it seems to be highly active. Rodya approaches the building and is stopped by a security droid that rambles out a few clicks.

 

Rodya replies, "My name is Rod-yak Val. I am currently seeking employment and would like to speak with the owner of this establishment."

 

The droid disappears without uttering a single reply leaving Rodya highly irratated, but he waits to see if anything or anyone will respond to his request.

[Darth Halál]

Halál woke up when he heard the ship landing on Tatooine. He looked outside of the cockpit at the familiar (but not exactly likable) dust covered landscape. Within 100 feet was trader's haven of Mos Eisley, where the citizens ranged from bad to worse. It was here that he could find the meanest, ruthless, scum of the universe. This was where he was going to begin his quest for fame. He walked into a deserted alleyway, and as the instructions had told him, punched in the access code into the lone doorway. He heard the familiar hiss as the door opened, and stepped inside. Before him was a room, completely covered in metal. This metal gave a sharp glint in comparison to the dull sands of the outdoors. Halál sucked inward as his pupils shrunk almost immediately. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to brightness of the interior, and was able to make out a figure walking towards him. Halál straightened quickly in order to present himself in a business-like fashion when he recognized that the person he was seeing was in fact, the good doctor that invited him to the ”œprocedure.”

[Wyhl the Hutt]

The eye once again pops out scanning the being before it. After accessing all aspects of him the doors open. Four guards scurry to the man and escort him in. As he walks down the corridors gun turrets in the walls follow the escort as it reaches Wyhl's main chamber.

 

 

A smaller twi'lek comes out to greet the man.

 

What brings you to his Lord Wyhl's abode?

[Astraal]

Dancers Run skimmed low over the sands as the Twi'lek pilot sought out Wyhl the Hutt's Palace. It just wasn't the same not working for a Hutt. The violet smuggler brought her ship to rest outside of the Palace, letting the droid take control while she stepped out of the ship. She would call when she wanted her ship. Decked out with her blasters on her hips, various other weaponry draped around her body in her special armor that protected her lekku, the young women strode towards the Palace doors.

 

Standing in front of the door she waited to be acknowledged.

[Wyhl the Hutt]

ooc: all actions have been moved to Wyhl the Hutt's Palace.

[Darth Halál]

Halál opened his eyes, a thin haze in his vision. He blinked once, twice, and then saw clearly. He was lying down on a surgical bed in a metallic room. He remembered his talk with the doctor and the surgery that he was to go through. Halál leapt from his bed and looked at his lower back. Sprouting from there was a three foot metal tail. He leaned over and touched it, feeling the coolness of the durasteel-cortosis alloy. Mesmerized, he wondered how he could control this awesome weapon. He thought inside his mind, thinking”¦”¦MOVE. The tail twitched absently when he thought this. He concentrated still harder, expending all of his mental capacity”¦..SWING TO THE LEFT. The tail jerked quickly towards the left. Halál smiled, he was starting to get the hang of this.