Rise of the Dragon ((Vigrash, TheDarkIllusionist, Keanu, all others ask))

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((This thread will be the starting point for the new smuggler's faction, The Dragon Ring ( http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=8637 ), which will be headed by Fareel Cirus, Gungan Smuggler (a character played by TheDarkIllusionist).

If you're a smuggler and wanna be a part of this new faction, just PM Vigrash or TheDarkIllusionist. If we approve you, you can join the thread and find some work with us. :)))

In the private hangar beneath The Dragon (a cantina on Nar Shaddaa) a Gungan, a Jawa and a droid were discussing the business of smuggling. The Jawa, called Qur'tik, was suggesting that the Gungan and himself work together in the future. The Gungan's name was Fareel Cirus, and this private hangar was his hideout, though the entire cantina belonged to a Twi'lek woman, friendly to smugglers.

Just now, Qur'tik was speaking. He had a quick-paced, high-pitched and scratchy voice with a peculiar accent. But compared to most other Jawas, he was blessed. Most of them were ohysically incapable of speaking any Basic at all.

"Cirus, Cirus... Smugglas work alone too much, don't you think?! You and I, we could do inc'edible things togetha. My tech and market-knowledge, with yo' piloting, muscle and... connections."

((DarkIllusionist, since your character is the one who is supposed to found the smuggler's ring, Fareel should be the one who suggests we recruit other smugglers as well.))

 

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The gungan sat down on a supply crate full of force knows what thinking. He had once opperated a ring on naboo and that had brought him enough profit in a short time to buy himself a shiney new ship that was otherwise quite pricey. However he had lost some good men and in the end it had caused him to flee the planet.

He sat in thought. "Mesa be thinkin....if ottahs be wantin in. Den it be dey'r heads but wesa help n look out for em." He says looking around at the massive space left still in the hanger. "Den wesa be havin looots of business....splitten deh profits a bit wit a tax on runs to keep it all runnin...." he said standing "Wesa be called deh Dragon Ring aftah dah bar...mesa think dat'd be fitting."


OOC: Sounds like a plan.

 

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Qur'tik thought about the Gungan's words carefully. Greed was telling the Jawa that he should try to be the only one involved in this idea, but logic told him that they would do better with more people, and thus more business.

After about a minute, Qur'tik nodded.

"Yes, that fits pe'fectly."

The 'i' in 'fits' was pronounced like 'ee'.

"We should find some smugglas who would be inte'ested. We're on the pe'fect planet fo' it!"

 

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"Yousa right about that Squirt." he said giving the little jawa a nickname it wasn't meant as a taunt but the jawa had enough time speaking basic and he might as well be trying to speak in rodian when pronouncing Qur'tiks name.

"Wesa gonna give it a shot in the club upsairs there's bound ta be some peoples."

 

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The Jawa nodded an affirmative. He was used to nicknames, being about half as tall as everyone else had earned him plenty of them.

"Yes-yes, good idea. From what I've seen of this cantina, it looks smuggla-friendly. No doubt many customas are in the business, no?"

Qur'tik let the Gungan lead the way, since he was still new to this bar. He let his droid continue to follow, wanting protection just in case.

 

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Up and up they went seemingly forever eventually you could hear the Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss of the music playing echoing down the hallway. Cirus came to a door in the ceiling and pressing a button on the wall opened it climbing up into the club. The dragon was aptly named it would seem the bar was in the form of a dragons back spiraling around from the outside some parts taller than others the center of which there was a domed dragons head. That was where the door opened they were surrounded by the finest in correlian tastes. Cirus took out a bottle of Correllian whiskey and walked out a door leaving it open for the jawa to follow. As they emerged the hatchway closed seemingly sealing the stairwell. "Now wesa just gotta find de right palos." he said with a smile looking up at one of the twilek dancers and then to one of the bartenders, also a twilek he handed a few credits for the bottle of whiskey and went on his merry way. It seemed the owned who wished to remain anonymous hired only twi'leks.