Open Raxus Raxus Rumble

[Teeka]

Target: Dol Sanders (NPC)
Wanted: Dead
Reward: 50,000 credits
Contractor: Anonymous

• Target is a suspected agent for BlasTech
• Target is suspected to operate a listening post close to the Imperial Czerka headquarters on Raxus

Raxus. Right at the very heart of the Empire, it was a growing planet - its population jumping with each passing month as Imperial Czerka and the Imperial war machine flooded investment into the area.

Investment bought those hungry for their slice of the pie.

Corporations, sole traders, immigrants chasing work. All flooded to the 'Imperial Core', no doubt to the delight of the taxman. But with such a migration came waste, hundreds, if not thousands of tonnes of the stuff. And with such a large concentration of scrap came the 'pests' of the galaxy.

Jawas.

One of them, Teeka B'ey, had arrived on Raxus earlier in the week and now found himself stepping off the back of a Jawa-manned skiff on the outskirts of one of the industrial zones.

Dressed in his standard robe, complete with the subtle armour-weave supplement, Teeka fully intended to abuse the hell out of the ubiquitous nature of his diminutive kind and had opted to 'blend in'. His blasters were, therefore, underneath his robe, his carbine likewise.

It wouldn't pay to stand out for this job - the biggest of his career.

Dol Sanders was worth a smooth fifty-thousands, and Teeka intended to collect. Stepping off the skiff, he shouted a thank you back at his compatriots, and hopped on the back of his tiny, scrap laden hover sled - within which he had concealed an ion blaster.

Teeka had work to do.

OOC - Open to cooperative or competitive bounty hunting.

 

[Reeka]

Spoiler: Music

This was the first time Reeka had traveled off world but this was a day for firsts. The young Jawa was potentially joining the Bounty Hunter's Guild today as an initiate if this mission was successful. They had some reservations against this job when they first heard about it since it involved killing someone. But as long as it was permitted due to work then he figured it was alright.

Reeka wore his regular brown robe that hid his petite form from light and the hood gave his eyes the iconic shadows to glow Jawas were known for. Reeka was normally just a scavenger, thief and fence on Tatooine but today he was a bounty hunter. The Jawa got off of the skiff alongside Teeka and joined him beside the hoversled. Among the bags, boxes and scrap were Reeka's equipment which was hiding along with Teeka's.

His glowing eyes caught sight of his partner for this hunt. He was one of the few Jawas known beyond the Tatooine tribes as making his way into the bounty hunter's guild. It seemed appropriate for them to show Reeka the ropes and maybe the two of them could work together in the future. However, when it came to fulfilling this bounty Reeka would let Teeka take the shot.

@Nor'baal

 

[Teeka]

Gesturing for Reeka to follow him, Teeka had to admit he was quite glad to be joined by another on this mission. He'd not worked with Reeka before, but two sets of guns would be far better than one if the poodo hit the fan, of this, he was certain. "Should be easy enough to get inside the compound." he whispered, keeping his voice low as the sled made its gentle progress toward the location of their target.

The compound was commanding, a large wall surrounding an industrial park dotted with guard droids and a smattering of organic counterparts. One of the numerous industrial parks across Raxus, it was here that their target kept a small office, just close enough to the Imperial Czerka compound over the way but far enough away to pass unnoticed.

It was also a place frequented by Jawa.

So they were waved through by the security droids at the entrance without so much as a second thought. After all, Jawa were just critters. What harm could they do?

<Goo doth du ukema duba.> Teeka spoke in Huttese now, a language familiar to those raised on Tatooine, yet reasonably uncommon here on Raxus. He pointed up to the building, a squat cube in design, with an open garage door, in which could be found a speeder. The sled made gradual progress, before sliding into the garage, as Teeka hopped down onto the floor, and started looking for access ports to commence a slice.

@Darasuum

 

[Mnee Lini]

Mnee was a little bit behind his compatriots but still got into the compound no issue. His weapons hidden he scanned looking for them noticing two jawas head into a garage. He shuffled over towards the garage but not b lining it as to try and evade suspicion. Seeing what was going on as one of the jawas looking around for something.

Turning and acting as if hes shuffling though a nearby scrap pile he would do his best to act as a lookout. Although he wasn't looking through he just as a cover he noticed a few droid parts he recognized and various r unit astromech parts. Piecing them together to see if there all he needs to make a patchwork r unit astromech. Every now and again taking note on if any of the guards have moved or are moving, trying to piece together a patrol routine.

After a couple of minuets he believes he has gotten them down pact and will be able to notice any major discrepancies. He would wander past the garage toward another interesting scrap pile wispering "haku bolla dah du heee." At first concerned if something happened but still seeing them moving around the garage as he passes. The second pile was not as good as the first. It had almost no useful scrap causing Mnee to sigh sadly.

@Darasuum @Nor'baal

 

[Teeka]

Quite the motley crew of Jawa had been assembled for this mission, it would seem. Teeka thanked the others for joining him and watched as Mnee waddled on over to the scrap in the garage. All in all, it made for meagre pickings, which was unfortunate - but not an overall hindrance to their mission. They needed to get from the garage, into the building proper - and do so without raising the wider alarm across the compound. Whilst Teeka was confident they could handle the building's guards, his confidence petered out when it came to their abilities to handle an entire compound's worth.

Waddling over to the garage door controls, he slammed the lever down and sealed the door behind them - before flicking on the lights.

A little privacy was just what they needed. Next, he headed over to the other two Jawa "Right, let's get this door open, and get inside." Teeka suggested, pointing toward the door that connected the main garage to the office. He walked over to the other door, and grabbed a long thin metal pole from the scrap cart - sharpened at one end.

Jabbing it under the side of the door frame, and slammed into the pole and pressed the door open. It made a creaking sound but otherwise went unnoticed. Teeka peered around the doorframe and into the room behind it. It was swimming with BD1 units. He counted 15, and gulped. "Going to need to blast our way through." he said to the others, praying one of them had a plan for how to get through the room in one peice.

@Darasuum @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Mnee Lini]

Hearing Teeka Mnee peaks through the door after him also seeing the droids. He quickly backs up looking over and saying "Do you have any ion grenades? If so I can try to corral them into a group and you throw it while Reeka knocks over some scrap masking the sound. That or we can find a way to short circuit them since that will be quieter." Those were the only options other than a full blown battle he could think of an he didn't like that option. He looked around the garage for any form of large electrical component they could use to attempt the short circuiting while the others talked out their plans.

 

[Reeka]

"Ib" Reeka said excitedly and nodded. In a matter of moments, two sets of blasters became three as the Jawa duo became a trio with the arrival of Mnee. Reeka welcomed the newest addition to their hunting group when he caught up with them.

While they waited in the garage, Reeka busied himself by looking through the stored equipment. There was scrap but there was also some boxes and crates that the ninety centimeter tall Jawa began peaking through curiously. He found a small holoprojector sitting out and turned it on to see if it worked. Sure enough it did and it displayed an image of a TL-1800 light freighter. It rotated slowly in the Jawa's palm with "For Sale" spelled out in Aurebesh. Maybe it was parked nearby and could be of use or maybe have some worth-while parts to salvage. For now, Reeka stowed the holoprojector and joined his companions near the door adjoining the garage to the office.

Looking inside to get a view, Reeka brought his glowing gaze back into cover. <"I don't have grenades but...I think I can try to overload them."> The Jawa said hesitantly at first. He peeked back around, unsure but willing to give it a shot.

If the other Jawas agreed to let him try, Reeka would step slightly out and place both of his hands in front of him. The Jawa tried to focus on the circuits and the battery packs inside the BD1 units. They were all the same model so that helped. But there were still so many of them. The young petite scavenger tensed as they put all their effort into using the Force and disable the droids. All of them would sieze and some would spark as their systems were overloaded. Stunned and knocked out for the forseeable future, the bipedal droids became still. After exerting themselves, Reeka dropped to their knees panting. <"See. Told you I could do it."> He was going to need a minute to catch his breath.

@Nor'baal @Javier esschoolbus

Spoiler: Scrap finding roll & difficulty check

Rolled page 24, entry 1. TL-1800 light freighter

rolled for disable droid and got barely a success