Ask No Watertruce

[Davik Lorso]

NO WATERTRUCE​

No Watertruce

Shere's Gang uses a popular cantina as their main gathering point. They feel like they can relax there and not be on their guard because its a former speakeasy with durasteel doors you can only enter if you know the passcode. The old Cathar wants his gang to know that they should fear him. The passcode is 34-5-66. Go kill every last one of them.

Player 1: Lomrokk (@Nor'baal)
Player 2: Davik Lorso (@Eccles)​

Mission: Enter the former speakeasy and massacre the occupants, both gangsters and groupies alike. If you have something like pesky morals, then just make sure to brutalize the gangsters' bodies. If scared enough, the innocents are free to go. Shere will pay you 100.000 credits for a job well done.​

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The Iron Kowak looked at the big-bellied Gamorrean through the vanilla-scented smoke of his cigarette. Sure, yes, he had been working for a Hutt these past few years. Yes, the Hutt had send his lackeys to help him 'preserve his reputation' in the past as well. True, that usually meant someone didn't want to pay the agreed upon price for the blaster Davik was transporting to them. Did that mean Davik was also "on call" whenever Nor'baal needed him to help one of his, how did he put it "other lackeys" to complete a job? The smuggler had been sure that was never on the original contract. Still, it wasn't like he could simply refuse the Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Clans. It was just... why was he send to help one of those small-brained Gamorreans?

"The code is THREE-" Davik held up three fingers, "-FOUR-" he added one to the total of four, "-FIVE-" he spread out all of his fingers in clear view of the big-bellied pig, pressed the cigarette between his lips with the other and the put up his thumb with his left, "-SIX, and-" he exhaled through his nose, letting the hot smoke shoot out of his nostrils, "-SIX."

Taking the cigarette from his lips again, the smuggler looked at the Gamorrean in anticipation. "So again, what's the code?"

@Nor'baal

 

[Lomrokk]

<Jee cha cohai doyoee.> Lomrokk oinked in Huttese as the Smuggler waved his hands at him. Dressed in his guard armour, a vast axe in his right hand, and the traditional knife of his tribe at his hip, Lomrokk cut quite the image of an enforcer, who was not only here on business but meant it.

He had been sent to provide back-up to one of the Masters 'favourite pets'. At least that's what the Master had said, so here he was. Lomrokk defined 'back up' as 'smashing heads when told to'. Lomrokk explained pretty much everything that way, and thus far, this approach had served him exceptionally well.

<Uba panbipa, Lomrokk roachee.> he grunted, pointing with his axe in the direction he assumed they meant to be going in, and then nodding slowly, before giving Davik an enthusiastic thumbs up.

 

[Davik Lorso]

Davik let out an exasperated sigh. He knew enough Huttese to understand Lomrokk and yet speaking the language had always been difficult and this did not seem worth the effort. "Fine," the armsdealer nodded and motioned for Lomrokk to follow.

Byblos was a Republic world that years ago suffered from a Sith Invasion, but Davik's history with it went back even further. He had once been on a job to pick-up good for the Hutt Cartel and smuggle them out of Republic space and to Nar Shaddaa. Unfortunately the local gangers had forced him to take on a young Cathar girl as well, Meera. Instead of delivering her to the slave pens of a random Shaddaa Hutt, Davik had nursed her back to health and procured her forged papers to free her from servitude and start a new life far away from the Hutt's clutches. Right now, he thought about the reason he was back on this planet and what another Hutt tasked him to do and he couldn't help but wonder if Meera was out there somewhere living a good peaceful life.. one he seemed ill-suited for.

Davik snapped back to reality once they reached the durasteel doors inside an alley of Byblos' biggest city. There were some expensive looking swoops nearby, most likely enhanced with parts that were technically illegal in Republic space, but Davik figured he'd only see them up close if Lomrokk and he needed a quick escape later on. "Okay, Iron Kowak, time to get a reputation bad enough that gangers don't want to double-cross you anymore." he told himself, for that sorta thing happened way too often and Nor'baal had send goons like Lomrokk just as often to rectify the mistake. It was time Davik learned how to get his hands truly dirty.

Taking the CC-420 Pistol from inside his jacket, Davik held it in a nervously strong grip as he punched in the code with his left hand, "Three, Four, Five, Six, Six."

The doors slid open instantly.

@Nor'baal

 

[Lomrokk]

Witchcraft! Lomrokk grunted with shock as the 'Iron Kowak' did something to the door, compelling it to open with his techno-sorcery. He would need to keep a closer eye on this one for sure.

Hefting his axe, he stepped through the door after Davik, keen to ensure that the sorcerer took any enemy fire should it suddenly arrive. Lomrokk was a thug, but a cautious one. Noticing that Davik had not been riddled with holes, Lomrokk peered around the door and walked in with a show of confidence, in an attempt to make up for his brief flirtation with cowardice.

A mean bunch looked back at them.

Gathered together was a collection of brutes, some sat at tables, with a few standing. Each of them had a savage-looking shock maul, a stun baton, and in some instances, a blade. Their leader, a Nikto who looked as if his face had been on the losing end of an argument with a wall, stepped forward, and spat on the ground in front of them.

Lomrokk thought that was quite rude.

He counted the men, eleventy-one sat, and thambol standing. The Gamorrean was not entirely sure if it was eleventy-one or an umteen that was sitting - not was he certain that any of the numbers he had counted where actually real numbers.

Lomrokk looked confused, and his head hurt.

 

[Davik Lorso]

The gangsters clearly didn't like that two unknowns had just entered their safehouse. "Killee hoohah tytung" the Iron Kowak told the Gamorrean as he suddenly raised his blaster and shot the Nikto in the chest. "Shere Cann sends his regards,"

In the confusion that followed, many of the innocents screamed in panic as the two attackers blocked the only exit and the gangers didn't have any ranged weapons of their own and thus moved to seek cover first. Tables were overturned and a few dove behind the bar to avoid getting shot.

Davik did his best to close himself off from what he was doing. Emotionally, that is. This Iron Kowak personality that he had adopted to work with the Hutt Cartel was very different to the Ossein Davik Lorso, Davik Noy of the Kowakian Devil Fleet. Yet, today his next victim wasn't another ganger, but the Zeltron girl that had stood behind the Nikto. He shot her in the throat and watched how her eyes bulged in shock and indignation and she fell backwards on the lap of a young weequay girl who was frozen in shock.

@Nor'baal

 

[Lomrokk]

Now you're talking! Lomrokk was thrilled when his favourite order came in, the instruction to kill. He hurled himself forward, dropping his head and shoulders down into a charge, his axe held up to his right. Barrelling through an overturned table, his armoured head smashing the item apart, he collided with two thugs behind it, rolling onto the floor as he brought his axe smashing down into the chest of one of the targets.

One down.

Lomrokk tussled with the other thug from behind the table, smashing his helmet-covered and tusked head into the thug's face. He rolled over, pushing the thug's body from him, and grabbed his axe from the man's downed comrade. Bounding back to his feet, he swung the axe in front of him and howled at three humanoids, who drew their weapons and began to charge at him.

The axe took the first one, sweeping low and taking out his left leg.

A stun baton glanced into his shoulder pad on his right-hand side, as Lomrokk grunted in pain. He planted his fist into the assailant's face, staggering him, as Lomrokk braced his axe with two hands, and prepared for the second 'round' of combat.

 

[Davik Lorso]

The Gamorrean charged right into a fight that left him outnumbered, so Davik saw no other viable option but to provide him with cover. He fired twice to keep the gangster at another booth in hiding before aiming for one brave enough to attack Lomrokk with his stun baton. The shot didn't land where he wanted it to, but still impacted the weequay gangster just above the shoulder in his neck. The wound cauterized quickly and he was choking before he landed on the floor. The shot had opened his windpipe and the air he desperately tried to suck it, left his body through the wound. His lungs got no new oxygen and the man was squirming from the burning pain in his chest and throat. Davik had no time to ponder how long the weequay had left to live, but if he wasn't dead by the time they were finished with the others he'd be sure to deliver a mercy shot.

Someone tried to make a run for the door! Davik swiveled in place and pulled the trigger, hitting the runner in his side and slamming him against the doorpost before he crumbled to the floor. "Your boss said," Davik rose to his full length and walked over to the doors, pressing the close button and turned back to the cantina proper. "No survivors."

A young human, barely out of his teenage years, dropped to his knees. "Please, I beg you. I haven't even officially joined the gang yet!" but Davik, or rather the Iron Kowak, couldn't afford to deviate from neither the Cathar, nor the Hutt's orders. He shot the begging man point blank in the face.

@Nor'baal

 

[Lomrokk]

Centering himself after a refreshing bout of violence, Lomrokk turned to see Davik pull the trigger on the final member of the Cantina's occupants. He had to admit to being somewhat impressed with the 'Iron Kowaks' capacity for brutality, and has he wiped off his axe, he wandered over and slapped Davik on the back.

A hearty 'well done' for a job done good!

He grunted something in Huttese, which probably meant, 'are we done', before pausing and ignorantly looking down at a flashing comlink clutched in Daviks last victim's hand. Even Lomrokk could tell that it was in broadcast mode, meaning whoever was on the other end of the line had head everything.

He stamped on the comlink, assuming that would solve the problem in one go, and turned back to look at Davik for guidance, merely mumbling one of the few words of basic he knew "Bad?" he asked.

 

[Davik Lorso]

Davik's heart sank when he, too, spotted the comlink and watched how Lomrokk stamped on it. "Not sure," he replied, honestly. Shere Cann had meant for the massacre to be linked to him and that's really the only name that could be heard on the broadcast. Shere Cann sends his regards

"We better make sure we got everyone-" Davik had only barely finished saying it before five more blade-wielding men suddenly appeared. They had been hiding, leading Lomrokk and Davik to believe they'd already finished their job and if they hadn't shown themselves had actually been able to survive the day. Not now, though. Shere and Nor'baal's orders were clear.

Davik quickly raised his blaster pistol again and shot on the charging man -a Cathar- in the chest and watched how the momentum made him fall feel first against another table. A young woman cried from surprise as the table she'd been hiding under collapsed on top of her. Another innocent Lomrokk and Davik -no, the Iron Kowak- had to murder now.

@Nor'baal

 

[Lomrokk]

Things where beginning to go downhill, that was unless (of course) the idea of consistent violence appeals to you. Fortunately, Lomrokk was one of those people. As the other men made themselves known, Lomrokk hefted his axe, and ran his thumb down the blade, chuckling to himself as sneering at the thugs. <Boska hee!> he shouted, stepping toward the thugs.

As one, they charged at him.

Outnumbered but not willing to be outdone, Lomrokk parried the first attack, leaning into his block and kicking the assailant's legs from underneath him. his weapon free, he swept it into a broad movement in front of him, keeping the four remaining assailants at bay, and kicked the downed man in the head for good measure, knocking him out.

He took a step backwards, his axe in front of him, ready for which of the four remaining thugs would make the next hostile move. One of them, a swarthy-looking Twi'lek, ran at the Gamorrean - who met him mid-lunge and slammed his axe into the man's chest. The other three looked at each other, clearly deciding that they would do so together next tie they attacked.

 

[Davik Lorso]

The Gamorrean was an impressive combatant. As the three gangsters paused and were trying to determine which way best to use their numerical advantage on the large axe-wielding beast, Davik pulled his trigger and the one closest to him caught the blaster bolt between the shoulder blades. Sure, shooting someone in the back wasn't exactly honorable, but neither was massacring a cantina filled with with equal parts innocents as gangers. This shot wouldn't be a stain on his honor.

Trusting Lomrokk to take care of the other two, Davik began walking through the cantina to check whether the dead bodies really were, you know, dead. One of the gangers he shot before twitched, so he got another bolt in the back of his head. Just to be sure.

The weequay appeared to have already choked due to his open throat, but when Davik saw the innocent girls he killed that part that he wanted to convince himself wasn't there. Something to do with empathy, morals an regrets. That part stung him and he felt a sudden appearance of sweat on his back and chest and he looked from one dead innocent to another. What had he done? Since when had he become a cold-blooded murderer?

He chose not to check underneath the table that he heard a girl scream from earlier, just as he stopped confirming deaths in general. It was done. The job was done. "Lomrokk," he hailed the Gamorrean, who by now had most likely dispatched the two remaining gangsters, "Jot ten bankobaey monsetkaee cohou"

and without looking at any of the bodies, Davik "The Iron Kowak" Lorso made his way to the durasteel doors and opened them with the passcode. Shere Cann would be proud. He had massacred his own gang just to make a point.


@Nor'baal

 

[Lomrokk]

Lomrokk capitalised on the confusion and shock caused by the sudden demise of the third combatant in their dance. He wasted no time, making the most of the distraction to charge forward - three steps in total as he shoulder barged one of the thugs, and slammed his axe in a downward motion, cutting the other one's head clean off.

As the man fell, Lomrokks axe fell with him. Cursing, he spun on the small of his feet and grabbed his blade from his hip. Blocking an incoming attack from the final thug with his left vambrace, he staggered back a few steps to compensate. By now his blade was in his hand, and all the better for it too. Lomrokk was a lot faster with the blade than with the axe, the smaller weapon far handier at close quarters.

He stepped forward again, using his left arm to block another swing from the thug, he pushed back with his arm and slammed his tusked head into the thug's face - bringing the blade up into the man's torso. He felt the thug gasp as oxygen left his body. Stepping away, his quickly cleaned his blade on a rag, and stowed it again, fetching his axe and turning back to Davik.

<Dan kabee. cha kacosa tee yoyohba gee Monsetkaee.> Lomrokk replied in Huttese. He was right - against rangers, the duo where not equipped to hold their own. They'd been sent to send a message, not take out the local constabulary. To do that they'd need more men, armour, and assault weapons, none of which they had.

He stamped over to the door, and headed outside. <Dan joday Paahoa. Bu lorda noa-a kacmhata.> the Gamorrean added, in a rare display of praise, as he ducked outside.

 

[Davik Lorso]

Luckily Lomrokk quickly followed suit and the duo got away quite easily. After all, the Sector Rangers weren't actually coming. Whoever that broadcast had gone to was probably just another member of Shere's gang instead of the local constabulary.

A few minutes later the first of the wounded and shocked innocents dared to emerge from behind their cover. By some miracle they had survived and now they looked in horror at all the death and blood around them. It was truly a trauma-inducing horrible experience they would probably never truly be able to comprehend. All they knew for sure was that the worst event in their lives had been ordered by Shere Cann.

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