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On the Streets, in the Shadows Volume II (Closed RP)
« on: August 26, 2011, 02:33:27 AM EDT »

          Balan survived those first few critical nights in hiding. The first morning he examined his skin in the sunlight. It looked dead, pale and white. He picked at it, wanting it off of him. Under the top couples layers the skin was red, bumpy, and highly irritated. It hurt to touch it at all. The dead skin came off easily in several parts of his body, but most of it didn't want to come off and he left it there. It felt leathery, rough, and cold compared to healthy skin. He knew his face was a horrid mess, as it had the same leathery, rough, cold feeling to it. His skin was red, warm, and hurt to touch on his cheeks and his left eyelid, where he'd rubbed the dead layers off.

          The first time he ventured out into the city he hid himself within his cloak. He strolled, trying to think of what to do. The food he'd taken from the sith was running out, he had only the credits he'd also taken from the sith. He thought about trying to find the park he'd slept at on his first night of freedom. He wondered if he could farm there, there was plenty of open space, and ponds for him to fish in. He decided against that after a while though, thinking that doing that would probably attract too much attention from Corsec, and he knew they'd send him back to the orphanage.

          He stopped at a one-way glass window to look at his face's reflection, he paused reluctantly before making himself look. Despite knowing what he'd find, he was shocked by his dead looking, scarred face. Feelings of violation spread sickeningly throughout him. A tear started to roll down one of his cheeks, causing his irritated skin to burn again. He instantly flung his hood back over his head and face, and walked on. Tears slowly streaming down his face.

          The walk helped him think and compose himself. He reminded himself he'd escaped, he'd survived. That was something to be proud of. His scars merely told all who saw them, of what he survived. He asked a passerby how someone fed himself in the city. Before giving him a puzzled, mocking expression the young girl said "uuuh, you get a job, like do stuff for people." Ignoring her rudeness all he had to say was "oh."

          A little later on his walk he found out from a friendlier passerby that he was still in Coronet City and that he might find a job in the open-air markets. He made his way in the direction the man indicated to the markets. When he got there he used the force to find a possibly employer. After a couple hours he found a shady Bothan looking for a courier. He got the job, but he wondered if the Bothan gave it to him out of pity.

          With his first couple payments he bought a large meal, mainly Ryshcate, and a new grey-colored cloak. He burned the sith's cloak. He kept the robes however, as he thought the simple black robes looked really good with the grey cloak.

          Three years later, at the age of fourteen, he was still working for the same Bothan as a courier. He had a good reputation for dependability, he always got the job done and never questioned what messages and packages he was delivering. However he also had a bad reputation for always being a little late, and so he didn't gain much responsibility or authority in the business.

          On one of these jobs he'd been told very seriously by the Bothan to let no one read the contents of the message, and destroy it rather than let it be discovered, especially by Corsec. Balan agreed and took off, wondering about the contents of the message and their importance. He zoomed through the back streets and alleys on his personal speeder bike trying to stay unnoticed. His speeder bike was a little more than a decade old, but the previous owner had taken very good care of it, and Balan had gotten it at a bargain price.

          He successfully got to his destination, the city spaceport, without attracting any attention. Watching his back, he slinked to a smaller landing bay that was somewhat removed from the other bays. He was looking for the message's recipient, who he was to give the message to personally. Balan approached the two lone figures in the bay, a human who looked to be in his mid-thirties in a dirty flight suit, and an astromech droid. They looked to be finishing fueling up the man's light freighter. As the man noticed Balan approaching he spoke to the droid "T6, get on-board and prep for lift-off. We're getting out of here real soon." The droid beeped affirmatively and scurried off to the loading ramp.

          The man turned to him, a smug look on his unshaven face as he observed the young boy before him. Balan paused a moment giving him a blank look, the gears in his head turning as he wondered "what's this guy all about, and why is he looking at me like that?" Coming back to reality quickly, Balan spoke the code phrase he'd been given "do you know when the Miraluka traveling circus will be in town?" The man smirked, a glint in his eye, before replying with the correct code phrase "not anytime soon, they're flying blind."
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Re: On the Streets, in the Shadows Volume II (Closed RP)
« Reply #1 on: August 28, 2011, 08:58:16 AM EDT »

 
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Re: On the Streets, in the Shadows Volume II (Closed RP)
« Reply #2 on: August 28, 2011, 09:21:23 PM EDT »

          Grennik's gaze went up and past Balan, his smirk disappearing. Balan followed his gaze quizzically, sensing the smuggler tense up. Grennik venomously eyed the newcomer. The newcomer appeared to be an everyday civilian to Balan, he sensed trouble though. His hands still under his cloak he snatched a hidden piece of paper from his clothes. He looked down at the smuggler's hands and noticed they'd gotten real snug next to his blasters. Trying to avoid the newcomer's attention Balan reached his left hand out to the smuggler's closer hand, the secret message tightly rolled in his grip. He nudged Grennik's hand with the note.

          The smuggler looked down at what was touching his hand, instantaneously he roughly snatched the paper from Balan. Balan looked back up to see the smuggler glaring daggers at him. Balan was slightly hurt at the smuggler's response, flushing red at his own foolish haste. He knew he should've waited for a better moment to hand it off. He also knew though, that any fight about to break out was this smuggler's alone, and the young man took two cautious steps away from Grennik.

          Balan then realized that neither of them had responded to the man's request for help for several moments. Nervous, he spoke up, "ye-" his voice squeaked so he had to stop and clear his throat "yeah, what'duh ya need?" Grennik just turned away and began walking in a barely noticeable rush to his ship's ramp.
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« Reply #3 on: August 30, 2011, 01:14:36 AM EDT »

  Neither of the two answered Weril at first.  As he drew closer to the pair and started to get a better look at them, the smaller one wearing the cloak seemed to slink back a bit, as if trying to hide.  Turning his attention to the other being in the hangar, he thought back to every security vid and holographic image he had studied during mission prep.  The man standing in front of the light freighter was most definitely Grennik Lin, and he was definitely not pleased to see Weril. 

  A bit of motion under the cloak of the smaller being caught Weril
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Re: On the Streets, in the Shadows Volume II (Closed RP)
« Reply #4 on: August 31, 2011, 02:06:32 AM EDT »

          About to help the man out, surprise cut Balan's sentence off. Shock spread across his face as troopers flooded in from two entrances. A small sphere bounced and rolled toward him from each group of troopers. Recognizing them for grenades of some type he instinctively tensed his body and dug his feet in. A split-second after he decided to run for cover instead, BAM! they went off. All he saw was blinding, intense light, all he heard was loud, painful ringing.

          Balan squeezed his eyes shut trying to drown out the light. He barely made out incomprehensible screaming, not even noticing the two blasters aimed in his general direction. His senses slowly coming back he heard a blaster fire a single bolt. He was relieved it didn't hit him as he couldn't tell heads from tails at this point. He opened his eyes a haze of intense light still partially blinding him. Right in front of him he saw a figure looming over him. It spoke, booming in Balan's assaulted ears, only the last word was understandable "et omn ttu ground!"

          As it reached out a large hand at him Balan's vision finally cleared up enough for him to identify the figure as the man who asked for help. Balan thrusted an arm out to push him back, but he never made contact as the man backpedaled from him. Confused, Balan watched him run. As the man aimed and fired his blasters at something behind Balan, Balan turned to see what it was. He sensed danger through the force before he saw the turrets.

          Through some kind of good fortune none of the guns in the room seemed to be trained on him, he drew and activated his blue bladed lightsaber anyways. Turning his attention momentarily back to the contingent of troopers, he knew he wouldn't get through them. Definitely not without people getting hurt. He admitted very quietly in his mind that he'd probably be one of the ones getting hurt. That truth stung his pride so he ignored it best he could while still acting on it.

          He coiled his legs and drew upon the force, then pushed himself off the ground and towards the ship's ramp. He momentarily flew in a low arc, keeping his boots within a few feet of the ground. His aim was slightly off and he had to grab one of the hydraulic lift rods for the ramp and swing around it, to avoid smacking into it. As his momentum carried him around he landed upright on the ramp. It then started to close as the ship began to lift off, and turn it's nose to the open bay doors.

          A few blaster bolts came towards Balan, only a couple close enough to worry about. He sidestepped one, letting it hit the interior of the ship, and deflected the other into the smuggler's freighter. "That's for getting me in this mess" he thought.
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« Reply #5 on: September 04, 2011, 04:32:44 AM EDT »

  Leaning against the crate behind him, Weril tried to catch his breath after the hard impact.  Peeking around the corner of the crate, he was astonished by what he saw.  The kid in the cloak was waving around a blue lightsaber and even deflecting the occasional blaster bolt.

 
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« Reply #6 on: September 14, 2011, 05:33:06 PM EDT »

          Just before the ramp closed Balan saw one of the troopers leave the safety of cover, and sprint towards the ship. "What is he doing?" he thought, baffled. Balan heard the whine of the sublight engines rise and realized the man was about to be flash fryed. "NO!!!" Balan shouted. He reached out with his mind and his arms to try and shield him from the massive radiation, about to be released by the ship's ion drive. As the ship rocketed towards space Balan stumbled and fell. The inertial dampeners protected him from injury though.

          He hadn't even thought about the kinetic effects on the man and instantly felt like he'd failed. His father had greatly emphasized to him his responsibility to protect others. He sincerely hoped the man was alright, or at least alive. He remembered though, that he hadn't gotten the man into that position. "Or did I?" he thought, more questions ran through his mind "what is this smuggler up to? What's in the message I delivered? What did I get myself into???!"

          The last question was emphasized by laser blasts on the hull, rocking the ship back and forth. He heard shouting from the far end of the ship "T6, keep plotting that hyperspace jump! Use custom evasion set, um, 4! I'm jumpin on one of the turrets!"
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« Reply #7 on: September 16, 2011, 06:02:25 AM EDT »

          Balan instantly thought of who the smuggler was going to be shooting at, "probably more C-sec" he concluded. He knew he couldn't let anybody, or anybody else, get killed. He jumped to his feet and started for the turrets but he stopped, realizing he had no idea what to do. He didn't want to just stab the smuggler in the back, and he knew he couldn't help the droid get the ship into hyperspace any faster. He froze, his mind drawing a complete blank. His adrenaline pumped faster and faster with each interchange of laser fire. Fortunately, the ship entered hyperspace a moment later.

          He stayed frozen, stunned by his failure. He knew the work he did for the Bothan was shady, he knew to be extra discreet and completely secretive in his work. Especially when it came to the authorities.

          He never thought it'd lead to this though. He hadn't seen any downed troopers in the hangar bay, but that didn't mean there hadn't been any. Then there was the one man who left his cover, only to be blasted with intense radiation. He didn't know if the smuggler had destroyed any fighters either, "but what if he did? How many deaths have I had hand in today, those of innocent people?" he lamented. He placed a hand over his eyes and bowed his head "not just innocent people, but those who tried to protect others."

          He then heard the smuggler descending the ladder from the turret he'd just used. Alarmed, he instinctively slinked away to find a place to hide. He entered the nearest compartment, an almost empty storage bay. He pressed a button to turn off the light and, using the force to guide him, made his way to the back of the pitch black room. He sat down against the cold steel wall and brooded over what he had done.
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Re: On the Streets, in the Shadows Volume II (Closed RP)
« Reply #8 on: October 05, 2011, 09:48:41 PM EDT »

          Balan knew he'd played a part in some illegal things, perhaps worse. "Which is about as bad as doing them myself" he thought "I had to feed myself somehow!" he defended himself. He knew it was a weak excuses he hadn't even tried to get a less shady job. He knew it wouldn't have been that hard either. He blew out a sigh, relieved he hadn't got caught, but he couldn't let something like this happen again. He resolved to be sure of his innocence and honesty from now on. He resolved to quit the job the moment he got back to Corellia, "if I make it back" he mumbled, feeling hopeless.

          He blew out another sigh to calm himself and help clear his mind. He continued to clear his mind and focused on the Force around him and how it flowed through him. He took a relaxing deep breath, then he noticed something. He felt a presence in the Force, subtle, small, weak. He felt through the dark, letting the Force guide him to the presence.

          Smack! He ran his head right into the steel wall. "Oowwwe" he lamented, rubbing his head. He then felt with the Force, for where the presence was on the other side of the wall. Just behind the wall in this section was a small empty space. He opened his eyes to see the glow of a key pad. He figured it took a password to open the compartment. He removed his lightsaber from his belt, closed his eyes, and felt into the wall again. Careful to not strike the presence he cut along the edges of the compartment. As he finished the cut he caught the compartment cover and set it quietly on the floor. He reached his hand in. . .
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Re: On the Streets, in the Shadows Volume II (Closed RP)
« Reply #9 on: October 09, 2011, 11:21:33 PM EDT »

          . . .the compartment was very small, only about six inches deep, a foot wide, and six inches tall. He felt around and instantly found a hard, metallic, cylinder. He immediately identified it as the source of the presence he was feeling. He was shocked, a lightsaber! "How'd this get here?" He snatched it up and took a couple quick steps to turn the light back on. Examining the heavily scuffed chrome hilt he thought "wow, this has seem some action. Recently" That last assumption was disturbing to him, troubling thoughts filled his mind, "Is this smuggler more than he appears? Could he be a Jedi?" He dismissed that question right away, "doubtful, he doesn't seem or feel like a Jedi. Then how did he get this? Did he murder a Jedi?" He began to feel a little angry. "Unlikely but, possible" he thought. He decided first to look for anything else that may shed light on the situation.

          A short time later he finished searching the ship as a whole for any force presence finding nothing significant, except that he felt only a negligible connection to the Force from the smuggler common to most sentients. He was, apparently, not a Jedi. Though Balan knew force-users could be very skilled at hiding their force connections. He also performed a visual, and a Force-guided mental, search of the room. All he found was a datapad in the same hidden compartment that had been just underneath the lightsaber.

          It was a mission log, the last entry had been entered about eight weeks ago. The entries chronicled a mission carried out by a lone Jedi Knight named Yessil Qur. He'd been sent to hunt down an infamous bounty hunter, Ergin Swit who'd been hunting down and killing republic forces and their allies for a couple months on Ryloth. Qur had been selected for this mission very likely because of his combat prowess, however he had modestly described his capabilities in the log.

          It took Qur only a few days to find him in the Nightlands, they had several skirmishes over the next two weeks. Each time they both narrowly survived, each time Swit hired more and more fellow bounty hunter allies to assist him, and each time Qur came closer to victory. For the last skirmish Swit set a trap and brought along eight other bounty hunters. Qur fell into it, but survived and for three long hours they battled through a luminescent, crystalline forest. He finally slew Swit, but not before being poisoned by the bounty hunter. He made it back to a small underground slave village. Unable though, to a get a message for help out in time, he suffered a slow, agonizing death over the next ten days. Fortunately, a kind slave had taken him into his meager hovel and tried to make him as comfortable as possible, which wasn't very comfortable.

          The last entry, made the day before his death, was a loving farewell to his family of Jedi, as well as his fleshly family he never knew. He had asked that his fleshly family be told of his life, and that his lightsaber be given to his former master. "So why does this smuggler have it?" Balan thought, an idea of meting out justice forming in his mind.
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Re: On the Streets, in the Shadows Volume II (Closed RP)
« Reply #10 on: October 10, 2011, 05:59:01 PM EDT »

          Grennik strolled along the pathway from the engine room back to the cockpit, having just finished his repairs of the damage from his recent space battle. He stretched his arms out and slightly behind him, hearing and feeling a rib pop, "oo" he barely grimaced. Just then a hooded figure in the shadows to his left barely registered in his mind. A moment later his eyes widened in surprise and he spun around drawing his pair of blaster pistols lightning fast. "What're you doin here!" he yelled at Balan, recognizing him from the docking bay.

          Balan held out his right hand, flat, Qur's lightsaber in his palm "What're you doing with this?"

          Grennik was stunned ". . .Hey, give that here. You could hurt yourself with that" he feigned concern.

          Balan wasn't buying it "I can handle it. Now answer my question."

          "Uh. . .it's was my father's-"

          "Really?"

          "Yeah. It's very special to me. Now give it back" Grennik took a step toward Balan and held out his hand, blaster pistols still in his grip and a greedy scowl on his face.

          Balan noticed his expression and thought for a moment, keeping the lightsaber out of Grennik's reach. ". . .What was your father's name?"

          "Um. . .why?"

          "Just curious, I read a lot, maybe I've heard of him."

          "Oh, I doubt that, he was just a common factory worker-"

          "Just answer the question."

          Grennik lowered his outstretched hand "um," his eyes shifted quickly around the room. "Turret-Tummet" he quickly corrected himself. "Hydrospannn" he drew out trying to come up with something, "Tumment Hydrospannel!" he finally declared.

          Balan looked at him incredulously, raising what had grown back of his eyebrow.

          Grennik gave a look back of "oh poodoo."

          Balan grips the lightsaber firmly with both hands and ignites it, holding in front of himself in a defensive stance, expecting no easy surrender from the smuggler. "Put the pistols down, sir."

          Grennik steps back, somewhat scared "look man, I just want my dad's-"

          "It's not your dad's" Balan interrupted.

          Grennik, trying to think through the tension, replied "Ok, you got me. I'm returning it to the Jedi's family."

          Balan, not believing him, responded sarcastically "Oooh, okay. Then I guess you won't mind me coming along, to make sure it gets to the right people."

          Grennik "but, that'd be dangerous," he then mumbled "for both of us."

          "How's that?"

          "Well, they'd be very mad if they knew somebody else had gotten hold of it."

          "And why?"

          "Cause. . ."

          Balan tipped his blade a couple inches towards him "don't lie. Again."

          He gulped nervously "ok, sorry about that. I'm just nervous."

          "Yeah, me to." Balan was very tense, but not afraid. Not very much anyways.

          "Right" he paused "um, they're not very nice people."

          "I can handle that. Where are we going?"

          "Um, heh" he let out a sigh "Nar Shaddaa."

          "Well, we better get ready if we're going to work together" Balan gave an obviously false, sweet smile.

          ". . .Yeaaah, we can start with you turning that lightsaber off and handing it over. I mean, I'll have to hand it off to them anyways."

         "Yeaaah no. How about you lower those pistols first?"

         . . .
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« Reply #11 on: October 11, 2011, 03:17:45 AM EDT »

          Ten minutes later they had managed to get to the cockpit, their weapons still raised. Grennik yelled "just turn it off already!"

          "Not until you stop pointing those things at my face! You don't even have to holster them, just point them off to the side" Balan attempted to negotiate.

          "Look you mystical midget, I'm gonna give you til the count of three-"

          The astromech droid, who had been minding his own business of running the ship up until now, loudly interrupted in binary "Bleep beep boop boop beep!"

          Grennik turned only his eyes to the droid "What do you mean I'm not a fast enough shot to take out a Jedi?!"

          "Beep bop beep doo woop."

          "Well of course it's close quarters, we're in a light freighter!"

          "Bleep woo boop dooo" the droid's last syllable sound almost sympathetic.

          "I am not backed up into a corner!-"

          "Is this good enough?" Grennik hadn't noticed until he'd spoken up that Balan had taken a seat behind the pilot's seat and the spot reserved for the droid co-pilot, the lightsaber still in his hand but off. "I could've killed you during your little conversation there you know, but I didn't."

          Grennik visibly fumed, but the incoming retort was stopped short by the droid, "Dleep doop boo!"

          "What'd you mean "take a seat"?!"

          "DLEEP DOOP BOO!" the droid commanded louder. Grennik paused, glaring vehemently at the droid. The droid in turn holding his stare with his single eye. Grennik broke the stare down first sitting down roughly in his pilot's chair and grumbling.

          Balan tried extra to stifle his laughter, hoping to avoid another confrontation. He was amazed though, that the smuggler adeptly understood binary, he made a mental note to ask him about it when he calmed down some.
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« Reply #12 on: October 17, 2011, 04:50:39 PM EDT »

          A while later the light freighter exited hyperspace near Nar Shaddaa. Without delay, Grennik dropped into the moon's atmosphere and sent out a signal to the buyer. Within a few seconds he received acknowledgement and coordinates for a small, private landing platform. Anticipation, excitement, nervousness, even a little fear began to grow in Balan's mind. He gulped and cleared his throat several times on their descent to the platform.

          Grennik could tell his small stowaway was nervous, "you know, you don't have to do this. Just go back to your monastery or whatever."

          "I don't have one of those" Balan responded, a tiny pinch of spite in his tone "besides, I do have to do this."

          They all felt a soft thud as Grennik landed the ship then. The landing platform gave a loud, creaking protest, which made them all feel uneasy. "They never replace things on this hole" the smuggler lamented.

          Rather than doing a post-flight cool down he swiveled in his pilot's chair to his droid counterpart "keep'er hot and ready T6. We may have to get outta here real quick." He then turned to Balan with a mocking smile "thanks to our shortly stacked fiend-I mean friend here" he pretended to have to correct himself, "this deal may go sour in a nano."

          Balan raised an eyebrow at the rude comment, but smirked nonetheless. He didn't really care that the joke was aimed at him, he still enjoyed the humor in it. He was able to enjoy the joke and let it slide because he was finally doing what he was supposed to be doing. Justice. More importantly, he acknowledged in his mind, he was carrying out mercy and compassion. His father had taught him that compassion was more important than justice, but that it didn't make excuse for wickedness.

          Grennik got up out of his seat and walked to the loading ramp with Balan following him, while the droid stayed in the cockpit and tended to the ship. After they'd settled down earlier they made a deal of sorts. Balan would hand over the lightsaber and Grennik would receive the reward and be free to go, in exchange Balan would be lead to the buyer to bring him to justice and retrieve the lightsaber.

          The two of them stood before the lowering ramp, the platform's lights gently shining through the expanding opening. Grennik turned his head around to look at Balan, a quizzical look on his face "what's a padi like you doin this all alone for anyways?"

          Sadness crept up from Balan's gut and into his throat. Tightening it, making it hard to breathe, before he used the Force to calm himself. He let out a deep, grief filled sigh. "He was killed" was all Balan managed to speak.

          Grennik raised his eyebrow, sorry he had asked, but a tinge of sympathy in his expression nonetheless. The ramp settled on the platform, which again creaked, uneasiness stinging both of them again. Balan clenched his teeth as Grennik gave a steely stare ahead to the five figures approaching them from the other side of the platform's long, wide walkway. "You mean your master?" he asked, swearing to himself it would be the last mention of the subject. He didn't like hearing about or seeing other people's sorrow. It reminded him of his own, which he was always busy ignoring.

          ". . ." he swallowed hard, trying to force out a reply "yeah." It came out strained and barely audible. Balan wiped away a couple tears before steeling for whatever was about to happen. As they took their first steps down the ramp, he said "he was my father," for the first time, to anyone.
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« Reply #13 on: October 27, 2011, 09:42:44 PM EDT »

Zoronius' eyes shifted between the group he was walking with. He knew the smuggler, who'd brought them together with the other three, could be relied on; but that was the problem...the other three.

His whole time on Nar Shadda, Zoronius could follow that jedi and sith belongings were beings sold in the underground; that they were smuggled in, and that someone(s) was behind all of it. He had contracted the help of an experienced smuggler, named Turkish, to track down the flow of "the goods". Throughout Turkish's tracking and Zoro's investigation, they had discovered that there was indeed someone(s) behind the majority of the illegal trade. Turkish found out that sometimes pirates were involved, other times smugglers, and (worse yet) bounty hunters too. All the leads they followed showed that the transactions went through one place/account. They could never meet, nor put a face to, who ever was behind it all.

Turkish had managed to get in contact with the right people, not to mention play off a cover story really well, and they invited Turkish and his friend with the "jedi/sith expertise" to join them on their next job.

They said it would be simple, usually what they leave to the underlings; someone at the docks finds something that looks jedi-ish/sith-ish and they mug them. Simple enough, and effective if done right. And if they didn't have any jedi or sith property then they could at least make some credits off of them.

Zoronius had mentioned to Turkish earlier that he thought that "these are brutish tactics...do you think they are testing us? Wanting to see just how genuine we are?"

But here they were, about to hit up a port that looked like it had a padawaan aboard. Zoronius was glad they were along for this one.

As they approached, two men came out. Zoronius could tell one of them was strong in the force, he knew that he'd received training and he wasn't giving off any hostile vibes...so he wasn't sith at least.

Telepathically through the force, Zoronius reached out to the other's mind; "Do not be alarmed. I am a jedi knight. Zoronius. Been tracking illegal smuggling of jedi artifacts. These men can lead me to the brains behind it all. Please play along. No harm will come to you."

He hoped that the (hopefully) jedi would understand...
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Re: On the Streets, in the Shadows Volume II (Closed RP)
« Reply #14 on: October 27, 2011, 10:12:16 PM EDT »

Turkish sneezed.

He hated Nar Shadaa. He vowed at least five different times to never go back. But for some reason, he was always dragged back there on some foolhardy quest. Nar Shadaa is a symbol of the galaxy's greatest crime lords coming together; it's a hub of the worst scum and villainy walking about, seeking to trade or nab a charter. For Turkish, his charter was to help out this Jedi.

Turkish didn't know much about him, other than the fact that he seemed eager to get to the bottom of his investigation. He came across jedi before, but usually they were trying to catch him. This one didn't seemed interested in the bounty on his head though; he had his own agenda, and that was something Turkish could respect.

He grabbed at the Keffiyeh wrapped around his neck and pulled it up to his mouth, covering half his face. He needed to keep a low profile as much as possible. Despite having a few contacts still on Nar Shadaa, it was still a dangerous place to be in, especially since it was in Exchange territory.

Turkish leered over at the "pirates". They seemed young and inexperienced. Probably fresh off the transport, looking to make a living by doing odd jobs and being muscle. It was nice to have some backup, especially since that backup didn't know much about him....not yet at least.

Turkish continued to stroll with the group, and he casually scratched his head, attending to the itch in his short brown hair. He looked to Zoronius, who seemed to be fixated on the docks.

Two more had joined their party. One of the two strangers stood directly across from Zoro, and they had made eye contact. Locked into what seemed like a trance, the overall tension was beginning to melt away.

"John...at your service." Turkish chimed in, giving a small nod. He avoided his last name on purpose.


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