Post by leb on Aug 18, 2010 15:53:03 GMT -6
The dusk light made the normally soft sky seem harsher than usual, the smoke that filled the air, making everything a stark reality in the scene that came innto view…stunted trees, burned by fire and blackened earth, baptized in blood and bombs, the ash of war blowing through the air, and the moans of the wounded floating through the air, blasterfire could still be heard everywhere as the small group emerged from a trench, dug into a hill that they had been defending for a year now…as the oddly made group apeared, led by a Shistavaanen, followed by a dug, a trandoshan, a bothan, and corellian, they met with those who had called upon them, humans who controlled a smal backwater planet in the outskirts of the mid-rim, the uniformed humans were all higher ranking officials, finally come out of hiding to see their deed done…
The leader of the Mercernaries stopped before them and held out his right hand silently, then growled at the humans in his language.
One of the humans stepped forward, a colonel, “What did he say?”, he asked of the group, this exchange a rather usual part of business these days.
The Dug, one Sag al’Dai Jr. stepped forward, chewing on a mid-range cigar, reaching to take the smouldering smoke from his mouth and blue-gray cloud he spoke in a rasping his, very much like the reptile he was, “He is asking for payment…as agreed, we won your battles…we are done here”, he said, putting the cigar back in his teeth as he regarded the humans before him.
“Very well…though it is a great burden on us after long years of war….”, the human reminded them, trying to skrt the issue of money.
Then the Bothan spoke, “I fail to see where that is our concern…”, he said dangerously, resting a scarred right hand on one of a pair of twin blasters at his hip, this particular bothan was renowned for his quickness and accuracy among other attributes, it was even said his blaster grips held nottches of fallen jedi by his skilled hand.
Sag Jr. spoke again after a low growl from their leader, “The payment is our only concern…you should have considered the cost before hiring us…not after…”, he warned them calmly.
The humans all shuddered at the words of the mercernary force, knowing that at present, they were at a disadvantage. Grudgingly, they came out with the containers of currency and opened them to show the amount agreed upon…after being checked over, the money was taken by the Corellian and the Dug and then they made their way off of the battlefield and to a nearby freighter that served as their ship. Sag Jr. and the Bothan stowed away the money in the cargo hold whilst the Shistavaanen and the remaining mercs sealed the ship and began readying for take off, they did not want to stay long, for these humans were treacherous at best. After reaching intergalactic space the pilot got the ship on cousre to Mos Eisly and then set the ship on autopilt while the team met in the main space of the ship to divvy out the money and plan for the next job, if there was one.
As everyone took their seats, the Shistavaanen growled a barked as he spoke his language, telling them his plans as he evenly distributed the money. After everything was in order, the leader than nodded and made anothher announcement, Sag al’Dai Sr. had sent a message to their ship recently, a well-respected name in the mercenary proffession, hearing from him was important, and that he was calling for Sag Jr. was impressive, even honoring, and that was when he passed the holo to Sag Jr. to read. They all listened and Sag watched as the message played, a short message telling him that was time to make his way to Naboo, as agreed apon before, but this message was odd, it was very planned, scripted, very unlike his father, something was utterly wrong here, Sag knew it.
After the message had played out he turned to the leader and asked if he could buy the small fighter/transport they had in Bay #2, and being that the Shistavaanen had nothing but respect for Sag Sr. and also for Sag Jr. as his service had been nothing short of outstanding, he graciously gave the fighter to him, telling him to make sure that if he crashed to at least replace it lupon his return. Sag Jr. nodded, the dug then waddled around the table, giving handshakes to his teammates and then to their leader before stowing his money in his seabag and disappearing belowdecks to go ready the ship he was about to use.
Hours later, as the freighter lazily slunk through the quiet and little used space lane on it’s way to the outer rim, the small space craft dropped from Bay #2 and then into space, going on a heading that went back towards the mid-rim…towards Naboo, and as Sag Jr. made his calculations on where he’d need to stop, the message his father had sent ran through his mind, all of it’s implications, it didn’t make any sense as why this early, and why he wasn’t sending a live call…the possibilities were not very bright in his view, he knew Sag Sr. all too well, things were not right. Sag’s grim face was sour and deeply in thought as the small transport made it’s way through space, sliding by in the cold darkness of space.
As the transport cruised along, shadowing it was another transport of similar construction, though it was a little larger than the one he was flying, the dug was snoozing at the controls, letting the occasional ship pass him by on the slightly busier space route, not really noting the other ship following him. Hours passed and Sag’s ship steered it’s course.
Suddenly, Sag was awakened and nearly tossed out of his seat by something striking his ship, and as he grabbed the controls, he realized that the ship wasn’t flying normally…as he checked the sensors, he realized that another ship had managed to dock with his. He began cursing, he knew what was happening, and Duma-be-damned, he was unarmed this time, he hadn’t thought he’d need his pistol close to hand. So now he was stuck unarmed. Sag scrambled as he shut his hip down, they didn’t have a tractor beam, so this would help stall them as they were also rather close to a nearby planet and it’s drag was pulling at his ship. He quickly hopped into action, but he wasn’t the only one moving quickly…
…Pirates! At the topside hatch of the smaller transport a docking tube was lowered and attached to Sag’s ship and created a seal. Then, a Dressellian began climbing down, it’s boots making quiet clucks on the metal ladder as it clambered down the scuttle and into Sag’s Ship. As it dropped into Sag’s ship, the male dressellian had no time to react as Sag swung from a pie and cannoned into him, sending both to the floor, sending them both sprawling. As sag groaned and quickly pulled himself u to his feet, the dressellian quickly got to one elbow to draw his blaster and train it at Sag, warning him to stand slowly. Sag cursed as he got up and listened, he had no choice at the Pirate instructed him, and then began climbing up the scuttle. Behind him the Dressellian followed, “You will fetch a nice price al’Dai…there’s a quite a price on your head”, he said laughing, “Here we thought we would have to pirate a vessel, and we run into you…makes me believe in the Great Duma!”, he said as he climbed up the scuttle with his blaster in hand…
As Sag climbed up he looked, the other hatch was closed, a safety precaution to keep the seal, and he smiled grimly, chuckled as he made his way to the hatch, “Yeah? Well…I hate to disappoint you, but I’ve got other plans…”, he said, reaching the hatch, then he pulled himself up on it and dropped feet first into the dressellian, catching the other alien by surprise as he was knocked off of the ladder violently, his blaster falling into a recess in the tube, the dressellian falling back to the deck of the small transport. As the other alien got his bearings, Sag, who had grabbed a ladder rung in the tube in the fall, snagged up the blaster pistol and shot the other alien in the kneecap, hobbling him, “Stick around…cause the next trick will take your breath away…”, he said icily as he yanked himself all of the way into the tube, then shot the hinge to the small transport, the hatch now a loose part, disabling the seal that held the oxygen in the transport. The Dressellian realized what was happening and gasped, trying to get to his feet shakily, but was too slow as Sag closed the hatch to the tube, sealing it, then disengaged the hold on the transport, letting it drift away from the pirate’s ship. The Dressellian closed his eyes and opened his mouth for a scream that he just didn’t have the chance to utter as the hatch was sucked away from the ship, and the air, as well as the dressellian was sucked out of the ship, killing him instantly as he was violently pulled from the ship as it drifted into orbit of the passing planet.
Sag caught his breath, and took a look at the pistol, it was old, an antique from when his father was young, but it was more accurate than most newer pistols. He nodded then tucked it in his belt as he climbed up to open the hatch of the tube and was surprised when he was greeted by another dressellian, this one a female who was hapy to smile and shoot him in the chest, sending him back to the bottom of the tube painfully. With a squeal of young delight and accomplishment, she went to enter the tube to look at her victim, putting her head over the opening excitedly...seconds later, her expression changed and she went to reach for her pistol, but was a mili-second slow as a blaster bolt took her between the eyes, followed a minute later by a bruised and bleeding Sag al’Dai Jr. who shook his head as he looked around the area, not having to search long as the blaster he held was knocked from his hand by a nerfhide boot-heel and then his jaw impacted by a fist, sending the short alien to the deck as the other, older Dressellian massaged a fist after taking the merc down, and then, as Sag lay motionless, he turned and went back to the controls, clicking his teeth in disgust at the dead female.
Sag now momentarily forgotten, the dressellian set a course for Dantooine, apon which, the highest bounty for Sag al’Dai resided. The galaxy still thought it was only the one dug, and that there was no father and son, and this Bounty Hunter thought that he had found himself Sag al’Dai, the famous mercernary, not realizing he had found one of two…as he made his calculations for autopilot to work it’s mechanized magic, he heard a soft shuffling behind him, and turned around to see…and was greeted by a lightning fist to the throat, closing his windpipe effectively, and then strong hands grabbing his draw and the back of his head to snap his neck like a cheap broom-handle, and then the dug, after a few seconds of massaging a rather sore jaw, climbed up and removed the dressellian from the pilot’s seat, getting him into the co-pilot’s seat awkwardly. Afterwards, he then began checking the controls, and his heading. His money was gone, his weapons were gone, and his ship was gone, and his still had to find what had become of his father, as he steadily set the new course for the stolen freighter. He was setting his sights for Naboo…He grimaced as he piloted the craft, his side hurt like hell, but it was a lot smaller than it could have been, and with that in mind, he ignored the pain and pressed for Theed as the craft’s many maintenance lights began flashing…
Sag al’Dai Jr. had a new light in his eyes as his ship picked up speed, the clunker shaking from the hard speeds and turbulent course…the Nubians would come to know destruction, for this generation was far more dangerous than his father…He was a New Generation of an Old Evil…
The leader of the Mercernaries stopped before them and held out his right hand silently, then growled at the humans in his language.
One of the humans stepped forward, a colonel, “What did he say?”, he asked of the group, this exchange a rather usual part of business these days.
The Dug, one Sag al’Dai Jr. stepped forward, chewing on a mid-range cigar, reaching to take the smouldering smoke from his mouth and blue-gray cloud he spoke in a rasping his, very much like the reptile he was, “He is asking for payment…as agreed, we won your battles…we are done here”, he said, putting the cigar back in his teeth as he regarded the humans before him.
“Very well…though it is a great burden on us after long years of war….”, the human reminded them, trying to skrt the issue of money.
Then the Bothan spoke, “I fail to see where that is our concern…”, he said dangerously, resting a scarred right hand on one of a pair of twin blasters at his hip, this particular bothan was renowned for his quickness and accuracy among other attributes, it was even said his blaster grips held nottches of fallen jedi by his skilled hand.
Sag Jr. spoke again after a low growl from their leader, “The payment is our only concern…you should have considered the cost before hiring us…not after…”, he warned them calmly.
The humans all shuddered at the words of the mercernary force, knowing that at present, they were at a disadvantage. Grudgingly, they came out with the containers of currency and opened them to show the amount agreed upon…after being checked over, the money was taken by the Corellian and the Dug and then they made their way off of the battlefield and to a nearby freighter that served as their ship. Sag Jr. and the Bothan stowed away the money in the cargo hold whilst the Shistavaanen and the remaining mercs sealed the ship and began readying for take off, they did not want to stay long, for these humans were treacherous at best. After reaching intergalactic space the pilot got the ship on cousre to Mos Eisly and then set the ship on autopilt while the team met in the main space of the ship to divvy out the money and plan for the next job, if there was one.
As everyone took their seats, the Shistavaanen growled a barked as he spoke his language, telling them his plans as he evenly distributed the money. After everything was in order, the leader than nodded and made anothher announcement, Sag al’Dai Sr. had sent a message to their ship recently, a well-respected name in the mercenary proffession, hearing from him was important, and that he was calling for Sag Jr. was impressive, even honoring, and that was when he passed the holo to Sag Jr. to read. They all listened and Sag watched as the message played, a short message telling him that was time to make his way to Naboo, as agreed apon before, but this message was odd, it was very planned, scripted, very unlike his father, something was utterly wrong here, Sag knew it.
After the message had played out he turned to the leader and asked if he could buy the small fighter/transport they had in Bay #2, and being that the Shistavaanen had nothing but respect for Sag Sr. and also for Sag Jr. as his service had been nothing short of outstanding, he graciously gave the fighter to him, telling him to make sure that if he crashed to at least replace it lupon his return. Sag Jr. nodded, the dug then waddled around the table, giving handshakes to his teammates and then to their leader before stowing his money in his seabag and disappearing belowdecks to go ready the ship he was about to use.
Hours later, as the freighter lazily slunk through the quiet and little used space lane on it’s way to the outer rim, the small space craft dropped from Bay #2 and then into space, going on a heading that went back towards the mid-rim…towards Naboo, and as Sag Jr. made his calculations on where he’d need to stop, the message his father had sent ran through his mind, all of it’s implications, it didn’t make any sense as why this early, and why he wasn’t sending a live call…the possibilities were not very bright in his view, he knew Sag Sr. all too well, things were not right. Sag’s grim face was sour and deeply in thought as the small transport made it’s way through space, sliding by in the cold darkness of space.
As the transport cruised along, shadowing it was another transport of similar construction, though it was a little larger than the one he was flying, the dug was snoozing at the controls, letting the occasional ship pass him by on the slightly busier space route, not really noting the other ship following him. Hours passed and Sag’s ship steered it’s course.
Suddenly, Sag was awakened and nearly tossed out of his seat by something striking his ship, and as he grabbed the controls, he realized that the ship wasn’t flying normally…as he checked the sensors, he realized that another ship had managed to dock with his. He began cursing, he knew what was happening, and Duma-be-damned, he was unarmed this time, he hadn’t thought he’d need his pistol close to hand. So now he was stuck unarmed. Sag scrambled as he shut his hip down, they didn’t have a tractor beam, so this would help stall them as they were also rather close to a nearby planet and it’s drag was pulling at his ship. He quickly hopped into action, but he wasn’t the only one moving quickly…
…Pirates! At the topside hatch of the smaller transport a docking tube was lowered and attached to Sag’s ship and created a seal. Then, a Dressellian began climbing down, it’s boots making quiet clucks on the metal ladder as it clambered down the scuttle and into Sag’s Ship. As it dropped into Sag’s ship, the male dressellian had no time to react as Sag swung from a pie and cannoned into him, sending both to the floor, sending them both sprawling. As sag groaned and quickly pulled himself u to his feet, the dressellian quickly got to one elbow to draw his blaster and train it at Sag, warning him to stand slowly. Sag cursed as he got up and listened, he had no choice at the Pirate instructed him, and then began climbing up the scuttle. Behind him the Dressellian followed, “You will fetch a nice price al’Dai…there’s a quite a price on your head”, he said laughing, “Here we thought we would have to pirate a vessel, and we run into you…makes me believe in the Great Duma!”, he said as he climbed up the scuttle with his blaster in hand…
As Sag climbed up he looked, the other hatch was closed, a safety precaution to keep the seal, and he smiled grimly, chuckled as he made his way to the hatch, “Yeah? Well…I hate to disappoint you, but I’ve got other plans…”, he said, reaching the hatch, then he pulled himself up on it and dropped feet first into the dressellian, catching the other alien by surprise as he was knocked off of the ladder violently, his blaster falling into a recess in the tube, the dressellian falling back to the deck of the small transport. As the other alien got his bearings, Sag, who had grabbed a ladder rung in the tube in the fall, snagged up the blaster pistol and shot the other alien in the kneecap, hobbling him, “Stick around…cause the next trick will take your breath away…”, he said icily as he yanked himself all of the way into the tube, then shot the hinge to the small transport, the hatch now a loose part, disabling the seal that held the oxygen in the transport. The Dressellian realized what was happening and gasped, trying to get to his feet shakily, but was too slow as Sag closed the hatch to the tube, sealing it, then disengaged the hold on the transport, letting it drift away from the pirate’s ship. The Dressellian closed his eyes and opened his mouth for a scream that he just didn’t have the chance to utter as the hatch was sucked away from the ship, and the air, as well as the dressellian was sucked out of the ship, killing him instantly as he was violently pulled from the ship as it drifted into orbit of the passing planet.
Sag caught his breath, and took a look at the pistol, it was old, an antique from when his father was young, but it was more accurate than most newer pistols. He nodded then tucked it in his belt as he climbed up to open the hatch of the tube and was surprised when he was greeted by another dressellian, this one a female who was hapy to smile and shoot him in the chest, sending him back to the bottom of the tube painfully. With a squeal of young delight and accomplishment, she went to enter the tube to look at her victim, putting her head over the opening excitedly...seconds later, her expression changed and she went to reach for her pistol, but was a mili-second slow as a blaster bolt took her between the eyes, followed a minute later by a bruised and bleeding Sag al’Dai Jr. who shook his head as he looked around the area, not having to search long as the blaster he held was knocked from his hand by a nerfhide boot-heel and then his jaw impacted by a fist, sending the short alien to the deck as the other, older Dressellian massaged a fist after taking the merc down, and then, as Sag lay motionless, he turned and went back to the controls, clicking his teeth in disgust at the dead female.
Sag now momentarily forgotten, the dressellian set a course for Dantooine, apon which, the highest bounty for Sag al’Dai resided. The galaxy still thought it was only the one dug, and that there was no father and son, and this Bounty Hunter thought that he had found himself Sag al’Dai, the famous mercernary, not realizing he had found one of two…as he made his calculations for autopilot to work it’s mechanized magic, he heard a soft shuffling behind him, and turned around to see…and was greeted by a lightning fist to the throat, closing his windpipe effectively, and then strong hands grabbing his draw and the back of his head to snap his neck like a cheap broom-handle, and then the dug, after a few seconds of massaging a rather sore jaw, climbed up and removed the dressellian from the pilot’s seat, getting him into the co-pilot’s seat awkwardly. Afterwards, he then began checking the controls, and his heading. His money was gone, his weapons were gone, and his ship was gone, and his still had to find what had become of his father, as he steadily set the new course for the stolen freighter. He was setting his sights for Naboo…He grimaced as he piloted the craft, his side hurt like hell, but it was a lot smaller than it could have been, and with that in mind, he ignored the pain and pressed for Theed as the craft’s many maintenance lights began flashing…
Sag al’Dai Jr. had a new light in his eyes as his ship picked up speed, the clunker shaking from the hard speeds and turbulent course…the Nubians would come to know destruction, for this generation was far more dangerous than his father…He was a New Generation of an Old Evil…