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Kheldar's droids run diagnostics on Bekka, trying to determine the causes of her ailment. Based on Cyrion's readings, it's determined that Bekka is unable to cope with residual force-feedback from her child.

 

"Zara," Kheldar calls, "I'm going to need your help with Bekka here." The merchant gives a rough outline of Bekka's ailment. "... and I've never really seen too many cases like this. Meditative techniques or entering a force free environment can be of assistance. There might be a way for you, if you're confident in your abilities to dampen the force-feedback her child is giving." Kheldar strokes his chin, considering his options. "Beyond that, I'm not really sure what can be done. Bekka's going to be in your care for a while even after this..."

 

Briefly again, Kheldar outlines the legal trickery in the "consultant in prepetuity" clause that made Bekka a lifelong employee of the Link- receiving the 35 million lump sum without future mention of pay save for a limited commission for security. Laughing, he concludes his description of the contract. "... so yeah, it was a kind of heartless thing to do, but it'll keep her out of trouble. The important thing though," he adds soberly, "is to keep her healthy until she has John's child."

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[Associate of the Illinois Mafia since March 2002.]

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((I don't think either of us mentioned that John was the father of Bekka's baby... ))

 

"We already knew it was because of the child. The child is force sensitive, Bekka's not. And cause of what was done to her she's feeling what she hasn't felt before."

 

She glanced back towards the room where the droids were watching over Bekka,

 

"That's just it Kheldar, I don't know enough about the Force yet. I'd only just begun my training when the heist happened. I probably know more spells than I do about the Force right now. I need to learn more. Only thing is, if Knight Devanus comes here, he'll have the same problem you had with the other clan... and if Ronin turns up as well... ??"

 

Zara let it trail off. It would be alot easier if Zara went to them... if both men happened to come to Dathomir then things could get decidedly strained in more ways than one. It would be obvious to Ronin that Zara was somehow attached to Sabian and without being able to explain to him first what happened... and that he was her Jedi Master... it could get both ugly and confusing. Zara looked back at him as he explained the clause, her eyes widening.

 

"You mean that even Toby couldn't pick up that it was only the lump sum payment and no further pay bar bonus's? Oh you are devious Kheldar. Very devious and shrewd."

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Bekka's eyes opened, and she grabbed Kheldar by the arm... her hand clenching him like a vice... she pulled him down towards her, the pain so extreme you could see it in her face... With her teeth clenched, "Do something... make it stop."

 

She could feel John's emotions, she was being bombarded with them... his pain and anguish, the turmoil and sorrow... the human part of her mind could not handle them all along with the feelings of the child as well... Not to mention the pain from the pregnancy... she was going to be ill again... and it hit her like a ton of bricks and all she could do was hang on... she held onto Kheldar like he was her life boat... finally after what seemed like forever, she finally felt it pass, and she just closed her eyes... still hanging onto Kheldars arm...

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Zara saw Bekka stirring, saw her grab Kheldar's arm. What surprised her most was that she could 'feel' the anguish that came with her feeling the others pain. It was like a feedback loop that she got second hand. She sank down to sit on the floor, her back against the doorjam. Once it had passed, Zara deepened her breathing, wondering why she felt the feedback, unless it was being in the same room as Bekka and her unborn child. She shook her head to clear it, the remnant of the pain draining from her.

 

"Ok, I think we better get Bekka somewhere where she can't feel the force, or rather, so the child can't. Bekka? How would you feel about coming back to the Casino with me? We can have the doctors monitor your pregnancy and make sure nothing goes wrong. We can also work out other details later too"

 

She insinuated the comment to refer to John and the bounty that was still on his head. Unless the Sith Master decided to come clean, at least return part of the credits he stole and if he made a deal to aid the link in a similar fashion as Bekka had now done or make it up to them in some fashion...

 

Pulling out the comm link again she glanced at Kheldar, knowing that the insurance wouldn't be long in coming through now. She sent a comm to re-open the Casino for business. She'd be back there soon, hopefully with Bekka as well.

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Kheldar gives an appreciative nod. "I think I can relate to the problems they'd have... believe me... As for Bekka, you should get her to the casino ASAP. I'll probably be along shortly, and I imagine, the insurance will have cleared as of about a minute ago. Staff should be by to impliment security features and well, I think things will work out. You're back in business, so make it count."

 

Kheldar sighs, packing up "As risky as it is, I'm going to try to get things straightened out with the neighboring clan. I owe the clan chief as much as I did sorta make her a couple promises a few years back... though I'd consider them more along the lines of 'negotiables' that aren't binding. Still, they know I'm here, so if I'm going to visit again, I'd probably defuse things." He gives the two a wry look. "Wish me luck."

 

Taking his leave, Kheldar strolls out of the village, Cyrion in tow- the droid fretting about the dangers of Kheldar's most recent course of action. It was about a mile out, when the debate started getting nasty.

 

"Kheldar, you can't be serious. You realize what they'll do to you..."

 

"It's fine. Kheldar of the silver tongue, remember? I think they'll have cooled down and that I can negotiate a peace. I mean it's me? I could sell ice to Wampas on Hoth. Hell, I have sold ice to Wampas on Hoth! What can go-"

 

*whoosh* *whoosh* *whoosh* *whoosh* *whoosh* *whoosh*

 

Kheldar pauses, staring down at the series of darts sticking out of his chest. There's a short screech from Cyrion as he falls down a pit concealed by leaves. All around there is the sound of angry laughs as everything starts to go dim.

 

"-wrong?"

 

With that, Kheldar collapses onto the ground. Before he blacks out, he forces himself to admit, while the situation was bad, he's been in worse...

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[Associate of the Illinois Mafia since March 2002.]

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Zara nodded to Kheldar.

 

"We'll head off soon."

 

At he spoke of straightening things out with the other clan, Zara shook her head,

 

"Good luck with that... you'll need it!"

 

She watched he and Cyrion go, still shaking her head as she turned back to face Bekka.

 

"I'll cheat this time"

 

She hit the remote caller on the Pantha, their astromech droid would bring it in to land in the clearing next to the river. She gathered the twins things up, changing both of them again before taking her gear out to her ship which had now landed. Getting everything on board, she and her Aunt took the twins onboard, one of the male slaves carrying Bekka onboard and putting her in one of the bedrooms. Once she was comfortable and everyone had left, Rascal curled up between the two cribs, Zara lifted off, heading back to the Casino. She did a flyby, looking for where Kheldar and Cyrion had gotten to, not seeing them, but noticing the other clan on the move. She sent a comm back to her Aunt to send a search/rescue party out for Kheldar and his droid before she turned her ship skywards, soon leaving the planet's atmosphere and heading towards Naboo where the Casino was now situated.

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  • 2 weeks later...

*Locke felt the pleasent feeling of a boot digging itself into his soft stomach and came back to the world of the living.*

 

Get up Michelle, your real training begins today. Meet me outside for the special equipment you'll be needing for todays exercise.

 

*The special equipment consisted of two buckets and two long spikes connected to metal rings that wrapped around the upper arms. When worn, any lowering of the arms causes stabbing pain of different degrees.*

 

You need to get the water from this lake into that hole over therewithout using the Force in any way and without killing yourself, because I don't want to have to clean up your intestines off of the ground.

 

Begin.

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Locke rubbed his stomach as he walked over the sadistic looking contraption that Valeran bid him to put on. Locke never was terribly strong, possibly a result of persistent starvation, but he had always been able to hold his own. As he hoisted the heavy steel rings onto his shoulders he soon became quite aware of his mistake. Like most force users he had learned how to use the force to increase his strength, stamina, and so on. After that, it's hard to not use it--to the point where it took an active effort and another punch in the gut to keep himself from commanding the force to help. His muscles were weak, and the buckets were heavy. It was a relatively short distance (compared to the distance he had been required to carry the tree) but by the time he had reached the water he could already feel his biceps burning. He attempted to kneel down, but as he came down he began to feel the impossibility of that. His buckets half floated on the water, stopping him from accomplishing his fill. It wasn't until his knee slipped in the mud and he fell face down into the water that he was able to get them full.

 

Bubbles shot up from around his immersed head as his shoulder fell and the spikes dug into his rib cage. The flesh wound triggered the adrenaline response and a newfound anger that pushed him upward and back onto his feet. His anger was to be expected, having been blocking his own force-based ability to avoid emotion of any sort. By not using it to channel the force he avoided the harmful side effects that it very well could have had, a technique he had read about in researching a wookie's rage in application to the force. As he started to hike up the hill he silently punished himself for the mistake, mentally repeating the Jedi code. His eyes half closed, he tried to concentrate on the code to help ignore the pain, even as his muscles stretched and the spikes dug into his sides. He bit his lip and pressed on, using the repetition to occupy his mind. After a few long mintues the clear water dumped into the hole, leaving him with a somewhat empty sense of satisfaction. He knew better than to get excited now. This punishment wouldn't stop for a long time...

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"Jedi do not fight for peace, that is a slogan and is misleading as slogans naturally are. Jedi fight for civilization as civilization creates peace."

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We'll come back to physical training later, for now we'll move onto spiritual training.

 

*Valeran gestures and a boy appears.*

 

This is Ertu, a boy from a nearby village, and this is a wooden staff. Every two minutes I will begin a series of five strikes. You will choose whether they hit you or the boy. Do not use the Force, this is not a test of your Jedi skills.

 

First series?

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Locke swallowed hard. It was an easy question he was asked, knowing full well what answer had to be.

 

"Hit me then," he said without heistation, though he knew it was something he'd have to pay for.

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"Jedi do not fight for peace, that is a slogan and is misleading as slogans naturally are. Jedi fight for civilization as civilization creates peace."

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Each time the staff it it was followed by a painful slapping sound, Locke's flesh reduced to a throbbing blue mush at the area of impact. He stood tall, though he was slight caught off balance by the alternating hits to his sides. He squinted, looking ahead. He set his jaw, tempted to say something smarmy and sarcastic but refrained on the grounds that it'd most likely evoke another beating. Locke simply nodded, ready for more.

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"Jedi do not fight for peace, that is a slogan and is misleading as slogans naturally are. Jedi fight for civilization as civilization creates peace."

-Mace Windu

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  • 6 months later...

Locke grit his teeth as the second wave came. He imagined that Valeran handled the staff like he made love, and the thought brought him a bit of distraction.

 

Locke's eye clenched shut as the final blow rammed into the side of his head. He grimaced, ignoring his urge to use the force to buffer the pain. His breath leaked out between his tightly clamped teeth as he prepared for another round. He stared intently at Valeran with his one good eye, the other slowly beginning to swell shut.

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"Jedi do not fight for peace, that is a slogan and is misleading as slogans naturally are. Jedi fight for civilization as civilization creates peace."

-Mace Windu

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  • 5 weeks later...

*Months pass, and over time Locke's body is hardened to near superhuman levels thanks to a rigid training regimen overseen with harsh discipline by Valeran. One year from when Locke first arrived, Valeran adressed him for the first time by his real name.*

 

You truly have changed over these months, Locke. It is time for you to go out into the galaxy and begin your spiritual training. The spirits will guide you, and if you choose wisely in time I will call you brother. Go now, and serve Justice.

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  • 2 weeks later...

*Deep in a former Sith Lord's abandoned hideout, in a chamber filled with bristling machinery and monitors long devoid of energy, the former SEED Governor and Emperor Jidai Geki lies recumbent, rendered comatose this past year by a massive neurological attack occasioned by the reemergence of the Prometheus virus.

 

*Slowly, tentatively, a multi-legged arachnid scuttles onto the heavy, dust-kissed armour covering most of Geki's body. It darts up across the breastplate, more confident now, its keen sense drawing it to the unconscious man's exposed throat.

 

*The arachnid's spiny legs dig into the soft flesh of Geki's neck, and its palps flare as its fangs are exposed. The tiny, sharp fangs are buried in Geki's neck, and a potent venom soon flows into his carotid artery with a view to arresting cardiological activity and beginning the slow liquification of his organs so that the arachnid might sup on the heady soup left behind.

 

*Inside Geki's body, however, the nanites which have worked tirelessly to counteract the devastating symptoms of an extragalactic virus have long found that something as pedestrian as arachnid venom is nothing more than a mild irritant, and antivenom is immediately manufactured and diffused into their prone host's bloodstream.

 

*The antivenom has a second, unexpected effect, and had the nanites been able to speak, they may have cursed in belated realisation as the substances galvanises Geki's mind into sudden action.

 

*Long-dormant synapses flare into life and Geki's gauntleted hand shoots out, grasping the hapless arachnid. He squeezes, the action instinctual and ingrained into the killer's very being, and the creatures soft organs are crushed and punctured by its own chitinous exoskeleton.

 

*Geki swings himself off the table and gasps, disoriented and utterly confused.*

 

'What...'

 

*He stumbles from the room, his head feeling as if it has been wrapped in layers of a soft, fuzzy wool, a foul taste in his mouth. What had happened? Where was he?*

 

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*A few hours later, after some Correllian brandy and a brisk, invigorating shower, Geki remembers. He remembers what he was, the monster that he had been made into by the virus, and the torment he had inflicted upon his fellow sentient.

 

*He remembers, and it is as a symphony of joy to his black heart.

 

*Geki finishes his drink and heads for the facility's docking bay. He is going to do what he always does when he returns to active life, whether that be following extended forays into the uncharted wilderness of the extragalactic, or simply after an impromptu year-long sleep.

 

*He gets into the Kami and heads for the Last Call.*

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  • 2 months later...

Rihn vessel set down quickly in an open stretch of grass, a hundred feet from a deeply carved valley. Walking through his ship, Rihn gathered his gear and prepped his weapons. With the arena build surely coming along, he wanted to assure that they had a rancor for their openning act. To that effect, a large cargo vessel soon dropped out of hyperspace and comm'd him.

 

"This is captain Rah'tek. We are now in orbit."

 

"Good. I'll comm you when you will be needed."

 

"Hehe. We'll be standing by."

 

Seeing that everything was in order, Rihn returned to the cockpit to check and see if the others' ships had arrived yet.

 

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Hours later, the Shadowfax emerged from hyperspace. Guiding the vessel into Dathomir's orbit, Beltran scanned the surface. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for.

 

Entering the atmosphere, Rarr landed next to Rihn's vessel. Walking down the boarding ramp, the armored figure that was Beltran nodded to Rihn.

 

"Here as ordered,"

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Rihn looked up from the stun projectile rifle he was loading.

 

"Crimelord. Welcome. I'm glad to see you could make it. How are you feeling today? I imagine we have much to talk about. First, could you give me a hand with my bags?"

 

Rihn pointed to two large plastic luggage cases, each container weighing about 100 lbs.

 

Fitting his arm and neck through the strap, Rihn's rifle rested against his back. Grabbing two of the cases himself, Rihn motioned for Rarr to follow him.

 

Walking a few more steps into a glade, Rihn set the containers down next to a modified landspeeder. Opening the trunk, Rihn carefully lifted the first container onto his should and shoved it into the trunk and then repeated with the second. Turning around, he glanced to see if Rarr had followed.

 

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As Reaper came out of hyperspace above Dathomir, he scanned the planet looking for Rihn and the other's ships. When he located them, he shot down in the planet's atmosphere, landing next to the second ship (ShadowFax), and proceeded to grab his gear. He sheathed the Cortorsis vibroblades, clipped the Vibroaxe onto his hip next to the twin bryar pistols, and put his head and left shoulder through the strap on his Xerroll Sniper Rifle.

 

Within moments he embarked from his ship onto the soil of the planet. He walked over to Rihn and reported in.... "Reaper Grimm, Hutt Assassin, Reporting in," He said as he greeted the man with a slight bow. "What's the plan sir?"

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Though unseen by Rihn or the newcomer, which he recognized from the palace, Beltran's brow furrowed as Rihn spoke.

 

How am I feeling? He thought incrediously. Beltran was not used to such pleasantries, nor did they garner any sentiment of trust from him. In his experience, anyone who wanted his mind on anything besides the job, was trying to distract him. If they were trying to distract him, they were up to something.

 

As Rihn motioned to his bags, Beltran simply nodded. Walking over, he grabbed two of them. They were heavier than they looked, but nothing he couldn't handle. With them in hand, he followed Rihn into the glade.

 

Once they reached the landspeeder, Beltran placed each bag into the trunk, along with the ones Rihn had carried. With that done, Beltran pulled his Merr-Sonn Heavy Blaster Rifle from its rack and quickly checked the power-pack.

 

Full charge, excellent. He thought as he set the weapon to its heaviest stun setting. If they were here for Rancors, it wouldn't do to kill the creatures.

 

Looking up to Rihn, Beltran spoke once more.

 

"I would imagine we do, sir. What is the plan?"

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((Reaper...that text color is horrible for my screen. I have the red bg so it is almost unseeable... ))

 

Rihn grinned amusingly at Beltran's blaster rifle, "Research...the only thing between you and absolute greatness."

 

Motioning Rarr to follow him back to the ship, they were met by Reaper. Opening the last case, Rihn pulled out two projectile rifles.

 

Handing them to the men, he explained, "We are going rancor hunting. For those who know or have researched rancors, they know that the skin of a rancor is tough enough to deflect blaster bolts. If you don't believe me you are welcome to test my statement. Just don't expect me to have you recloned. Thus, that's why we are using projectile stun weapons. Unfortunately, we still have to get within 50 feet of the beast for the projectiles to punture the skin."

 

Handing each of the men a ten-pack canister of 20mm prickly pod like ammo resembling the pods of a spear thistle (cirsium vulgare), he reached into the case again and pulled out two pairs of rancor leather gloves.

 

"Are you familiar with the theory behind velcro? These work on a similar theory. Every other spike is hooked. Think of a tranquilizer dart meets a fish hook. The hooked ends dig and hold the ammo to the rancor's skin. The pointed ends poke straight in. The pellets are compressed. The end pointed ends have a chemical built in that makes them begin to dissolve when introduced into the blood stream and the pressure of the pellet forces the tranquilizer into the circulatory system. It's good to note that it will also react the same way to with any other liquid, so don't get these wet or they're useless."

 

Taking out another pack of canister and popping the lid, Rihn used one of the enclosed pods as a visual example, "You'll notice that each spike ball is encased in a 25mm clear circular casing. It works like an egg. Open the ammo slot on your rifle, hit it against the top of your gun and then carefully open up the casing. The ball should fall right in. Coc'k it and load the next one. You can only fit ten in the rifle at a time so don't waste these. I've given you each a pack of ten. I've given you the gloves just in case, but I do suggest you wear them whenever you loading the rifle. I strongly suggest not handling the balls outside of their casing as it should only take about 3 or 4 of these thing to put our rancor out cold. You can imagine what one would do to a human and your blood is just as effective as the rancors in activating these beauties. However, they are custom-made. They are too costly to waste. If one does drop, these gloves should be thick enough to protect you from accidentally killing yourself. Just don't get cocky. You should be carefully pick it up with your fingers or scoop it and cup it into your hands and drop in to load it. If it picks up dust or anything I suggest you blow it off to avoid any kinds of malfunctions with your rifle and the ammo later on."

 

Placing the extra ammo pack and the ammo in his hand back into the case, Rihn closed and locked it down. Then he rose to his feet.

 

"I'm sorry for the lecture, but I had these custom-made and I don't want anything to go wrong. There is a lot that can go wrong, after all. Lastly, these are only for use on a rancor. We don't have enough to just shoot anything with these. Set your blasters to kill and use them for everything else."

 

Lifting up the case, he made his way to the speeder.

 

As he did, he looked back over his shoulder although he was too far infront of both of the Hutt agents to actually see either of them, "Let's get a move on, gentlemen. Any questions?"

 

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Beltran listened as Rihn explained the operational requirements of the weapon he had been handed. Following his superior's instructions, Beltran quickly loaded the weapon. Part of him smiled as Rihn saw it fit to lecture him once again about research. What the man didn't know is that the weapon he had brought had less to do with the Rancor's and more to do with the company he was in.

 

Never go into battle without an tried and true weapon, He mused. Especially when you don't trust those that are coming with you.

 

Brining the projectile weapon to the ready position, Beltran followed Rihn.

 

"Let us do this, and then go get paid."

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Grimm took the 20mm casings and opened them up, releasing the ball into the chamber and loaded his weapon. He then pulled up his necroplasm suit and activated the ysalmari(sp?) that laided located under his cortorsis chest plate by hitting a button located on his chest. "That takes care of the witches if they get to close." Grimm thought as he finished activating it. He then turned on his speed enhancements, and activated his heat sensors. He slide down his necroplasm suit, and finished loading the custom rifle.

 

Finally, he was locked, loaded, and ready. He turned toward Rarr & Rihn, and spoke..... "Ready when you are gentlemen."

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Boarding the modified landspeeder, Rihn sat down in the driver's seat. Making a quick decision, he had Beltran sit next to him while he assigned Reaper to the mount.

 

There were a few main difference between this landspeeder and a regular one such as those used on Tatooine. They were the weapons mount, side blasters, and tracking system. Designed to make use of the extra unused rear space on the speeder, the seated gun mount faced the tail of the speeder and had 180 total degrees of rotation left to right and almost full rotation up and down. An effective tool if the vessel was pursued, the blaster cannon served as as extra line of defense if things became overly hostile.

 

Likewise, the two side blasters could be triggered on the steering console and used for aggressive or defensive manuevers. Once triggered, the panels near the head of the vehicle would slide away and the weapons pop out to reveal the light blaster turrets. Their rotation was, however, limited as they pointed straight forward and could only move 45 degrees vertically in any direction, while being able to move 180 degrees horizontally way from the adjacent vehicle panelling. However, as a bonus the two turrets could move individually, giving them the ability to be used for multiple targets.

 

Starting up the speeder and getting underway, Rihn turned to Beltran.

 

"You're my navigator. See the console in front of you. It's a radar tracking device. I've already tuned it for what we are looking for. The dark red dots are large animal life. Of course, it is possible for high quantities of gathered sentient or smaller animal life to give off the same readings that our rancors would. It's your call. If you use the map readout, you can have the computer identify the vegetation and location of each dot mass. Use that as your guide or guess at random. It is up to you."

 

 

(There are three dots...

 

One dot to the NorthEast = Location readout: A wide expanse/canyon

 

One dot to the NorthWest = Location readout: A moderately forested area

 

One dot to the SouthWest = Location readout: A dug out area of land accompanied by a system of caves and caverns)

 

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Earl took this time to act on an Imperial commission. It was his usual job, dealing with rogue vehicles, and as part of KVC Enterprises Space & Shuttle Reclaimation Division, there was more to it sometimes than dealing with people who skimped on the payments for their latest YT-1300 Millennium Falcon clone.

 

He lands his CEC modified Action VI transport, wary of the ensuing cargo ship hovering overhead. But with a half dozen HLAF 500s for back up, it wasn't a concern since he had enough firepower to deal with any clients who got "uppity". Earl knew these kinds, having dealt with them before. Punk bounty hunters, he sighed, deploying the custom KVCE repo droids. They'd buy the biggest, bestest ship they could, taking out a grand loan, then after they realizes they weren't the next Fett, the next Faust, the next Daviot, or the next Scando, would end up in debt and try turning lawless. That was where he came in, Earl Starkiller, intergalactic repo man.

 

Of course, this wasn't the usual situation, he noted, putting out the standard comm jamming frequencies to avoid interruption. No, this was the galactic parking ticket. Dathomir, long since in Imperial hands following a card game was now under strict Imperial control- and by control, that meant isolation to avoid pissing off those force witches. Even the big boss way up in corporate (when he's not piss-ass drunk in a bar on Coruscant) is supposed to be very careful about visiting the planet following what is legendarily described as an "incident" relating to a misspent youth. Earl laughs at that the droids deactivate any explosives, recall modules, tracking beceaon, etc., and rig up an impromptu slave system.

 

He gives a nod at the Imperial Storm Trooper, a dispatch from the regional governor who authorized this expedition using Dagon's authority and has the the personal ships of Rarr, Rihn, and Grimm towed up using a tractor beam and loaded into his shuttle bay. A trio of small holopods with the following information are left behind, first in the stern and commanding voice of Supreme Imperial Commander Dagon, then with the second part in the beloved and friendly voice of KVC Enterprise's CEO and owner, Kheldar vos Correlli.

 

For violation of Imperial Criminal Code § 1134.57 the "Illegal Docking and Evasion of Customs" rule, your ship is being impounded. You are charged 1,500 credits for this offense, as well as a 500 credit towing fee and 500 credits in impound fees, to be paid at the Imperial Garrison on Ryloth. Upon remittance of these fees, you may reclaim your ship.

 

For all your repo and towing needs, please contact KVC Enterprises Space & Shuttle Reclaimation Division at 0309-3777-555-12191983.

 

With ths ships in line and stored up, Earl punches in the commands for hyperpsace and takes off for Ryloth.

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As the three Hutt operatives rode along in Rihn's speeder, Beltran watched the radar console carefully. Already he had a bead on three distinct lifeforms which fit the parameters for what they were looking for.

 

He immediately disregarded the lifeform to the north-west.

 

Best not to give the creature too much natural cover. He thought to himself.

 

Though the three of them were trained marksmen, Beltran still felt that the trees in the forested area would be a liability. They didn't have endless stores of ammunition, and there was no reason to waste it. Similarly, Beltran disregarded the lifeform to the south-west. If the creature retreated into the cave network, it would be difficult to follow it.

 

"I've got a read, Rihn. Bring us to the north-east, there seems to be a creature in a canyon about ten kilometers away."

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((Congrads... You nailed it... the woods would have taken us into the path of monkey creatures that drop from the trees on their prey, forget their names at the moment. The caves would have taken us into large beetle creatures on Dathomir forget their names too... had all this written somewhere...lol! Canyons are were the rancors are at. You nailed it.))

 

Following his directions, the landspeeder moved in on the location stated. Within a few minutes the landscape subtly began to change as they neared the Great Canyon. It was, in fact, the best place to hunt for rancors. As they neared the radar dot, the hud suddenly began to display distances... 1500m... 1400m... 1300m...

 

Suddenly, Rihn's comm unit registered a hit. He frowned as he hadn't wanted or planned on any interruptions.

 

"EO Rihn."

 

"This is Rihn. What do you want captain?"

 

"We have a problem..."

 

Rihn's brows furrowed further as his eyes squinted worriedly, "What kind of...problem are we talking about here, Captain?"

 

"Well...uh...Well..."

 

"Well, Captain!"

 

"Your ships. Some ships jumped into the system. I think they took your ships. I don't read them anymore."

 

"WHAT?! Ships don't disappear, Captain! What happen to our ships?!"

 

"I...I...I don't know, sir."

 

Rihn sighed, rubbing his head in frustration before focusing back on the trail in front of them.

 

"FIND OUT!"

 

"Uh... yes, sir...how, sir?..."

 

"God, Rah'tek! Are you that imcompetent! Land the !#*%!#$ ship at the !#*%!#$ spot! It's not that !#*%!#$ hard!"

 

"Yu, yes, sir!"

 

Rihn sighed, scratching his head as he let himself cool off. To hear that his ship had gone missing was rather unexpected but even more frustrating. The last thing he wanted to do was make the trip home inside Rah'tek's cargo freighter. Regrettibly, life didn't always work the way he wanted it to.

 

Focusing back on his current mission, Rihn glanced over at Beltran.

 

"We should be close. If you don't mind, calling out the meterage would be helpful. We need to stop 100 meters from the creature and go the rest of the way on foot. I wouldn't want to risk getting any closer."

 

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Hmm... the possibilities for new atrocities just widened with the advent of a new RP baby...
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Beltran counted off the distance as they sped toward the canyon in Rihn's speeder. Rihn had told him to order the stop within a hundred meters. A sense of a excitment rose up within him. He loved testing himself, there was no better way to learn about himself.

 

This will definately be an interesting experience.

 

They were closing, only two hundred meters now.

 

"Prepare to stop, Rihn." Beltran ordered.

 

Glancing at the console, he felt Rihn ease off the accelerator. The last fifty meters passed fairly quickly. As they entered within 100 meters of the canyon, Beltran spoke again.

 

"Stop, we'll have to proceed on foot from here."

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