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 Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:26 am
Mato walked a short round trough the cantina, looking at the other visitors. It was still awfully quiet today, nobody came to him so far to talk about the problems the republic had. He was happy Tui had come by, but he was the only one... Perhaps the celebrations gave the people more republic-feeling, perhaps it wasn't the right week... perhaps there were new people who didn't know how to find him yet; Mato decided to shout trough the cantina, perhaps someone would react.
"Is there anyone in here who wishes to talk about the problems of the republic, and why the republic should go? We need to be free, the republic imprisons us... come here, we can talk about it... I can help!"
Mato sat on his chair again, hoping someone would come to him, while he took a n** of his drink
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 8:35 pm
Mos Eisley Cantina
Gomma paused his rest in his usual stand. He had 'finally' finished his very long nap and began to munch on a Bantha leg. Not many aliens ate a whole Bantha leg, but Gomma was no normal alien, he was a Hutt. He knew how to speak Galactic Basic fairly well but never usually spoke it. His thick glistening coat of scales and fat shined through the window of the cantina which would usually notify Bounty Hunters that there was a bounty up for taking.
Gomma not only liked attention, he loved it. He would usually stretch his arms out, and yell for no simple reason. But this time he had a reason to speak out.
Gomma the Hutt presents a bounty. A bounty set on the head of any Jedi. As you may know, I despise the Jedi and whoever adore them. So obviously I want them dead. I will reward any man or woman who shall bring me the head of a Jedi from the Jedi Temple in Coruscant, 5000 credits!!!! So I suggest you go out and kill me a Jedi!!!!!
Gomma looked over at the bar stands and found many citizens leaving the cantina and loading their guns, and activating their vibroblades hoping to find a Jedi. Gomma piled up his credits incase any man or woman entered the cantina with the head of a Jedi. He stood at his usual spot in the cantina and continued to eat his Bantha leg.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 8:56 pm
Dantar Crom opened his eyes.
Where was he?
What had just happened?
His face was pressed against the control panel of his Z-95 Headhunter. And then it hit him. The dogfight! He had destroyed the two Imperial TIE fighters tailing him, but had been sucked into the orbit of Tatooine. He made an effort to pull his head up and off the wrecked panel. He struggled with the straps on his seat, got free, and hit the emergency hatch open button.
The hatch whined and creaked open slowly. Crom climbed out of the cockpit and tumbled down the fighter's nose. When he stumbled to his feet, he looked with horror at what remained of his ship. The nose had been split in two, half connected to the body of the ship and stuck at a weird angle into the desert sand. One wing was completely broken off, while the other had lost its laser-cannon, which was lying close to it on the desert floor. The body was half submerged in sand, and was badly scarred by the heat of re-entry. The engines, which had started all this and were already shot beforehand, where now completely gone.
Lost when we were making the landin', I suppose the smuggler thought. What was he going to do? With no ship, he might as well go back to scrubbing the traladon steak sauce off the plates back on Coruscant in the funny little restaurant he used to work in, The Senator's Pallate. "Damn Imps!" Crom muttered, looking helplessly at his wrecked fighter, "what am I gonna do now?" Luckily, his pack of things hadn't been lost, and most of his equipment was intact.
He took out his holo-map. According to it, he was in the middle of....nowhere. Great. Just great. The nearest city - Mos Eisley, it said, wasn't far away, only a few miles. "Well, at least I've still got my special delivery" the man murmured, as he checked inside the back and found the smuggled spice packages in one piece. He slung the pack around his shoulder and headed off towards the city...
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 4:52 pm
((Just going to jump into things and start by making a connection))
Crom forced himself up the hill. "This is the last hill, really - this is definetly it" he told himself for the 57th time. when he reached the top, he expected to see yet more sand dunes, strecthing on endlessly forever. However, he gave a hoarse cry of joy as he saw not more sand dunes, but an actual city. "Thank the system, Mos Eisley!" He said, thirsty and exhausted, but excited and relieved at the same time.
He made his way slowly, tiredly into the bustling city and to the nearest cantina he could find. He sank down in a seat at the bar and ordered a blue milk. After he had replenished himself, he checked the smuggled spices he was to deliver to..."Gomma the Hutt...huh, never heard of him" the smuggler murmured. The bartender perked up at the name.
"Gomma the Hutt? You a' lookin' fer him? I'd watch meself 'round that one, if I was you. Hutts aint nobody to fool 'round with." Dantar looked up at the man, and then decided it was safe enough to ask. "Can you tell me where I might find him?" The bartender nodded. "He's always in the cantina a few blocks from 'ere."
Crom nodded and slapped a few credits onto the counter, and started to head out the door. "Thanks, buddy". Whoever this Gomma was, he might have more work for him, maybe even a ship for him to pilot until he could get his own...
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 10:36 am
Gomma awaited his delivery of spices ashe grew impatient. Gomma had been waiting for that package for well over a month. He was Eager for his spice. Gomma had believed that this special spice made a large bantha leg taste better than any food he has ever eaten. He took a bite of the banta leg and mummbled.
"Where are you delivery man. Gomma the Hutt is getting impatient. I cannot wait any longer!! Where is my SPICE!!!"
At that moment a man holding a large package walked into the cantina and approached Gomma. Gomma had assumed that it was the spice and took the box from the man and sniffed it. Gomma was very pleased with his package, but he had to make sure it was not an explosive and it was really the spice. So Gomma looked over at the man and handed him the package.
"Man, Gomma the Hutt do not like to admit he have small fingers. But I cannot open the package. Open it for me and I will give you another job which will reward you 5000 credits. It may be risky but I will make you a smuggler into a Bounty Hunter.'
Gomma looked at the man as he approached the package and began to open the package. He had wanted his spice and somthing eles, the head of a Jedi. He would ask the man to kill any Jedi and bring him, his or her head. The man would be awarded 5000 gold.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 12:10 pm
Crom hesitated. Make me into a bounty hunter...not my kinda gig... he thought. Sure, I'll open your package of glitterstim for you, pal, but I don't think I'm real into the whole bounty hunter thing. he said as he started to open it. Y'see, I was hoping that you might have a few other smuggling jobs for me. I'm a damn good pilot, and I can only promise you satisfaction. Killin' jedi just aint my thing though, sir. Now, if you had a ship I could borrow for awhile and some 'special deliveries' for me, then I think we could really help each other out. Wha'dya say?
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 12:32 pm
Gomma frowned at the man. He had wanted more heads for his collection. He had an Idea and it came to him very quickly. He pondered for a while and took a gallon of oil from behind him. He handed it to the man and gave him keys.
Gomma grants you your wish. I will awward you 2000 credits if you deliver this gallon of Twi'lek oil, to a man named Shanaan Ik in Coruscant. He will be outside the Jedi Temple in Jedi garb. He will give you a quart of blood bring it back to me. I have a Human I would want you to work with.
Gomma handed him the keys to a fighter and pointed at him. He had loved this cruiser, but the Kyrat Dragon blood was much more valuable. He nodded at the man and muttered to a servent to hand him another Bantha leg.
These keys are for a brand new fighter just outside this cantina. Take it to the Jedi Temple and tell them it is a special delivery for Shanaan Ik. Take care of the quart of blood and my fighter. Come back and I will have another assignment for you
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 2:08 pm
Bingo! The smuggler thought to himself smugly ((pun not intended, heh)). He took the oil from Gomma and grinned.
"Thanks alot, your Excellency. I promise I'll take care of your fighter til I can buy my own. Expect me back wthin a week or so. He bowed and started off towards the door. However, he stopped and turned around on the steps leading out of the cantina. "Oh, and by the way - the name's Crom". With that, he ascended the last steps and walked out of the cantina. Yes! He was employed again!
The smuggler entered docking bay 56, the one that Gomma had said his fighter was in. It was a modified Y-Wing class starship, with red and yellow paint on it's body. There were some symbols in Huttese on the ship, which Crom knew a little of. From what he could tell, the fighter was named The Jedi's Bane. He climbed into the fighter and whistled. This is much nicer than my old Z-95...It even has two proton torpedos! Very nice... He thought as he prepped the fighter for flight. It launched smoother than his old fighter had ever launched, and shot into the sky with surprising speed. Well, she's got some nice speed, but let's see how her rhandling is... Now in space, Crom headed toward the asteroids around Tatooine. He sent the fighter into a rolling dive, and was pleased in how the ship reacted to his touch so well. Alright, she's pretty good. Now, let's get down to business, shall we?
Dantar pulled out of the asteroid belt, calculated the precise coordinates, and then punched the button for hyperspace. As the stars started to blur into the long, familiar lines of white, he sat back in his seat and smiled.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 4:57 am
Crom emerged from hyperspace a day earlier than he had told Gomma he would return, which was good - Hutts aren''t good sentients to keep waiting. He landed the ship in the same docking bay as Gomma had had the Y-Wing in beforehand. The smuggler returned to the cantina nextdoor and walked over to Gomma. With a bow he said, "Greetings, your excellency. I have the blood right here as you asked. You promised me some compensation..." He knew Gomma hadn''t forgotten, he just liked to remind him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 5:34 am
Mato Inforr decided to approach the Hutt that wanted these jedi killed... He was sure Tui would pay for jedi as well, he needed them alive, but they didn't have to come voluntarely as far as he knew...
"Gomma the Hutt? I have heard your.. shout.. about the jedi... you pay 5000 for each death jedi, am I correct?... Someone, I cannot call names unfortunatly, wants jedi as well... for a secret society against the republic.. a republic that is probably disturbing you as well, I take. But he needs the jedi alive...
So I think maybe we can make a deal. If you send your bounty hunters to get those jedi, I will compensate the entire bounty plus 1000 extra credits.. sounds appealing? but I need them alive, no way I will pay for them if they are dead..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 10:33 am
Gomma looked at the odd man and frowned. He picked up a Gizka from a large barrel and swallowed it whole. Gomma thought for a moment and shook his head. He wanted Jedi dead. What would he get if he let the Jedi live. How would he benefit from this.
What would I get from this deal? Who is this man that wants the Jedi you speak of. Gomma the Hutt only have one Bounty Hunter and he not want to loose that Hunter. I not see me benefiting from this deal
Gomma looked at the man strangly and ate another gizka. As the dead Gizka squirmed and tried to escape, Gomma pulled the man closely and whispered in his ear.
Gomma no work for anyone. I want Jedi dead and he want Jedi alive. What if some of the captured Jedi you give me? and some for him. I will make them good warriors. I need more Bounty Hunters. Tell your boss to lend me Bounties and I assure hin Gomma the Hutt present him with Jedi!.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 3:35 pm
"I doubt he can spare any jedi now but I know he is in contact with an army of billions of soldiers... all against the republic.. If their plans succeed, I do not know a lot about it but I know they will attempt to bring the senate down, the galaxy will be in anarchy... all planets under seperate control...freedom that they deserve. And that means, no interplanetary trade, crime or slavery laws... I might not be able to give you jedi soldiers but.. we could give you the best possible enviroment for your orginization... No laws, additional ships, troops.. for now, protection from republic agents... ask us, and we can send you an army."
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 12:12 pm
Gomma was angered about what the man said. He needed no army. What he needed were atleast two Jedi. He needed more hunters for he was running out quickly. He needed no help from anyman, but it seemed like he did. Gomma frowned at the man and shouted.
"Gomma the Hutt no want army! I want Jedi!! If you give me two Jedi out of five that I will retrieve I will consider helping. I need Jedi and more bounties. I must not run out, or I will be defenceless. I will consider teaming with your boss if I am satisfied with this deal."
He looked over at Crom and reached over for the bag. He examined the blood and smiled. He needed the blood for Crom and Malgo's next mission. he stretched out his had and took his blaster. He opened up the hatch and poured in half the bag of blood. He smiled and handed him the blaster and anounce of the blood.
"Drink the ounce of blood, if you want another mission. That blood will give you the armor of the Dragon, and the blaster wil give you the greatest breath of dragon. My best Bounty Hunter Malgo, will be coming soon. Have Bantha leg and rest for now."
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 10:56 am
"2 out of 5 gomma... we got a deal. But may you ever need an army, protection... we can offer it. We don't deal with single persons like your hunters, but we can provide desolation on a larger scale.. like an entire city. The republic won't mind, they never mind about their citizens... and therefor we will make them dissapear"
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 1:37 pm
Crom stared at the blood for a second. Then, hesitantly, he took back his blaster. [coor=orange]"Err, thanks, your excellency...but now I think I'll go and use the 'fresher, if you don't mind.". He got up and walked to a back room of the cantina. This was just was stalling for time...he had to get out of there somehow - Dantar Crom might be a smuggler and a lawbreaker, but he was no enemy of Jedi. Crom could remember back to nights where his father had told him magnificent stories of the Jedi, about how brave and valiant they were. He stil thougt so, even though he hadn't encountered one yet personally.
Gotta get outta here somehow...Gomma's "mission" will be to get some jedi's head for his collection. I aint no bounty hunter, I'm a smuggler. Crom emptied the barrel of his gun into a spare container he had on him and washed out his barrel. He looked around him for an exit. There. The air vent he thought. He climbed up on the refreshining unit and pushed the air vent until the opening gave way. He climbed up into it and started to crawl. He saw a bright orange glow at the end of the vent...That must be the exit Crom thought. He pushed the cover off and fell down onto the street. Brushing his jacket and pants off, Dantar Crom got up and walked down an alley. He was heading towards a section of town where he could be sure to find a few black market traders and a nice profit for the blood he'd just received.
Maybe then I'll travel back to Coruscant to warn the Jedi about this looming threat...but first I need some money...and a new coat of paint to cover up the name of that fighter... The smuggler thought. Gomma's fighter was now going to become his...
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