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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:16 pm
(I'm guessing your character's decision to switch to a slugthrower was because he knew he might get searched.)
The security detail for Colonel Akaga wasn't convinced... The two Sergeants stepped forward, one keeping the blaster trained on the rodian while the other quickly searched him. Within seconds the slugthrower was discovered by the sergeant and pulled from its holster, it's magazine removed and tossed aside.
The gruff sergeant smiled grimly, "Now you can talk to the Colonel."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:21 pm
((There is always the chance. Caught with a blaster and I'd probably get jailed.))
The Rodian eyed the sergeant in an annoyed fasion.
"You know, if you guys didnt keep waving those blasters around, I wouldnt have to carry that."
Shrugging his coat back into place, the Rodian proceeded to walk towards the Colonel.
"Ok, Greysuit. Who's in command of this outfit? Ive a few words that need to be said."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:28 pm
Colonel Akaga wasn't sure whether to laugh at the Rodian's demenor or have him jailed. He shook his head before answering, "I'm in command here... though if you ask Major Nord that might be up to debate."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:32 pm
The rodian waved off the unecessary comment about Nord.
"b***h about your internal command problems later. I'm Charr N'barr and I'm here as a concerned citizen of a newly established Imperial world to discuss the way your handling things."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:39 pm
"Then spit it out," Akaga responded. He hoped it wasn't something out of his control.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:45 pm
"First off, Ive been hearing alot about some kind of Racial biast against nonhumans. On behalf of the non-human residents of this city, I demand an explanation."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:49 pm
1.0.0.1.0.0.0.1.1.1.0.1.0.1.0.1.1.1.0.1.0.0.0.1.0.1.0.1.0.1.
A loud pang could be heard as hammer hit home upon the metallic head of the astromech produced by Industrial Automaton, thrown no other but by the mania/paranoid owner of R2-C4.
Normally, the man didn't trust droids, but every so often, a secret would be told, in case of emergencies. The dimly lit interior of the XS-800 transport hid most of the cargo from the visual spectrum of most organics, but the little droid didn't care. "He" held the list of what it was: sequins and various other goods that they held, including some brown powder, which supposedly was a kind of spice.
"Get up. Get back to the engines and make sure those couplings hold," the voice said. A metallic prostesis hand slammed upon the dome just for good measure. "You know anything about this planet?"
The droid kicked its third leg out, as its vision port spun with the dome to view the older scruffy organic trailing. It chirped out a little diddy, which the former mechanic (now often times working on himself as much as any ship) replied.
"Say a clue? I'm asking you a question, not playing some dumb guessing game," the droid chirped a raspberry back. "Oh, saya-que.... Here I thought you'd be trying to be some sort of detective or somethin'."
The droid went to the back, and monitored the engines, as stated. Just as predicted, some wierd glass ball with lights turned on as music pumped through the sound system. All the engines could do his hum along to the words "stayin' alive".
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:57 pm
Oh boy, Saburo Akaga thought to himself, they haven't heard? Crossing his arms in front of him Colonel Akaga leaned against the door, "I'm afraid... citizen, that its standard imperial policy these days. The COMPNOR directives and Imperial Decrees are strict in their dealings with non-humans on newly acquired worlds. Even I can't revoke those policies."
Colonel Akaga shook his head, "Instilling imperial rule isn't under my control. That's been given to COMPFORCE, not the military. You don't own a local business do you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:01 pm
The Rodian's eyes narrowed, a clear indicator of his growing anger.
"For fifteen years, as a matter of fact. Why?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:06 pm
Colonel Akaga sighed, "Directive 198, all non-human businesses without a special permit for their operation will be shut down and their premises siezed for imperial... I could get you a permit, what sort of business is this?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:10 pm
"I own a sporting goods store..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:31 pm
"I don't see any harm in a sporting goods store... But you'll want to make sure that you don't have anything that would be illegal. The ban on personal weapons is no joke. We'll lift it if we don't meet any resistance from locals in about a month or so."
Saburo Akaga scribbled waved over the supply officer, "Bek, get me the permit form. Lets give this man permission to keep his livelihood."
* * *
At the COMPFORCE barracks near the Spaceport, Major Styr Nord ran his finger down the list of names and addresses his agents had pulled from local records. It was surprisingly short, with only six businesses in the city own exclusively by non-humans, apparently the native aliens weren't big in the business sector.
Grinning broadly the Major walked out to the front of the building where a team of ten COMPFORCE assault troopers had piled into the back of a hover truck that had been taken from a Seya-Quon. He climbed into the passenger seat and handed the list over to the driver, "First stop, Nbarr's Game Debot..."
"What sort of name is that?" One of the troopers asked from the back.
"Rodian," Styr Nord answered.
((I'm making COMPFORCE alot like the SA, Ideological Street Thugs))
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:44 pm
Charr nodded. It was nice to see some people had some brains in their skulls. These wer people Charr could work with.
"If you made that information public, things might go a little smoother for your stay. Around here, the Local beasties tend to be pretty big and mean. And while they dont come into the cities, people do need their guns for protection. Alot of folk are also sport hunters, but if your men stay visible and don't cause a ruckus, you won't get any problems from the locals."
Calming down a bit he turned to the South and pointed. "Down that way is the seedy side of town. So you might get a few problems there. Theres also a hutt gangster that operates on world, but flex a little muscle in his direction and he'll curl up and submit."
Charr turned back to the Colonel and continued. "Now going back to Seya-Qu's beasties. Nothing makes politicians happier than a profit. Seya-Qu aint much now, but with Imperial connections to the wider galaxy, she can become worth the tax dollars spent in keeping your men here."
He reached into the pocket of his pants, slowly so as not to spook the guards, and pulled out the buisness plans he had typed that morning.
"Folks like to hunt, especially bored rich folk from the core. A successful and maintained Safari buisness can not only keep the native monsters in line, but bring in wealthy tourists who could pump alot of credits into the local economy. Money like that makes for happy Locals. And when the locals are happy, you and your men dont have to worry about a thing. Got it all figured out." he said, gesturing to the papers he held. "Simple as can be."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:52 pm
Colonel Saburo Akaga smiled as he took the form from the Supply Officer, "Lets see here... I'll sign this and you can dictate the rest to Lieutenant Kimber here." The Colonel said pointing to his young Supply Officer.
* * *
The Hovertruck stopped with a lurch before their first target of the day, and the COMPFORCE Assault time piled out of the truck. They walked up to the store and quickly took note of the barred and locked entrance. One of the men hurled a hunk of brick that would have smashed through the glass window, if it were glass. The transparisteel shrugged off the insult.
Major Nord scowled for a moment, "Well boys, what are you waiting for... lets light her up!"
With that the assault leader pulled out a breach charge and plugged her into the locked door.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 6:03 pm
Charr nodded, his confidence building.
"Well if me explaining the buisness stuff bores you, I could simplify it. Take the weekend off, grab some troopers if you feel the need and I can take you hunting. I'll show you what I mean. You can bag something to show off to your friends in the Core. As a matter of fact, The Meat Beatles migrate to the lowlands this time of year. Big beasties they are, 55 tons of meat and exoskeleton."
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