Re: The Junker on Tatooine

[Lotho Minorian]

[This is a restart of my previous thread The Junker on tatooine. Anyone can join once again]


The dust blew over the sandy dunes of Tatooine, not too far from a city stood a lonely shack made from scrap metal and stone. The winds blew sands all across it making a soft scraping sound. Standing alert next to the shack was a hunched creature wrapped in rags and metal. It's name was Dip. A foreigner to most Dip made his decision to build outside of town to keep the staring eyes of strangers from him. Some mistook him for a Jawa while others thought him to be a deformed being. He rarely sought out their attention unless he needed to get some food.

Dip began to pace around the perimeter of his property to check on his traps. He was trying his hardest to keep hostile creatures away from his humble abode and the traps he set usually did the trick. The traps were a series of old blasters arranged set to stun trespassers when they were triggered. Dips search yielded no results today which made him breath a sigh of relief.

Dip went inside the shack and took count of his possessions. Everything was accounted for so no sneaky clever creature made it past his traps. HE sat down and lifted his mask and set aside his rifle before he pulled out a box from beneath his workbench. He opened the box to reveal his stash of credits he had earned from miscellaneous labours. His progress was slow going but he was surviving and saving. He took a handful from his box and stuffed them into his ragged robes before closing the box and hiding it again. Taking up his rifle again and lowering the mask Dip decided to head to the city. Dip stepped out of his shack and hopped onto his small one person speeder, starting it up and heading off.

Dip soon arrived at the city and stopped over to the cantina. He hopped off of the speeder, kicking up dust beneath his mechanical feet and stepped into the cantina, hoping for another shot at finding his ride off of the planet.

 

[Virgil]

Vekk sat bored in the cantina booth. He was supposed to meet one of his contacts here in hopes of chasing something big, but the Duros had never showed. Rising slowly from the booth Vekk looked about. Hoping to find something to catch his attention. Yet there was nothing, just a heap of degenerates lost in drink. Vekk hated Tatooine, it wasn't the weather, or the landscape. It was how content everyone was with being miserable, as if there were nothing better. Though none could see it, Vekk's mouth twisted in disgust. He'd had enough of this planet he'd decided, time to leave, and off he strode for the exit.

 

[Lotho Minorian]

Dip brushed aside a drape that covered the entrance with his rifle in hand. He used it like a makeshift walking cane, the makeshift stock springing back up after each step he took. A few familiar faces turned to meet his wandering eyes with their half lively gazes before looking away again. Looking around Dip brushed past everyone looking to find someone new, someone who looked like they did not belong, someone who would take him off of this desert planet and into the stars. His wandering eyes fell upon a stranger after all. A person who concealed his identity with a helmet and his body with armor. The distinctive pieces set him apart from the usual militiamen or roughnecks. This was a bounty hunter, and he was heading for the exit. Dip picked up his pace to intercept the stranger quickly and clacked his rifle against the ground to get the strangers attention. Dips gaze was focused onto the visor of the stranger and he awaited a response.

 

[Tristar]

Somewhere out in the shifting sands of Tatooine, the winds blew, scorpions crawled and the rocks of ages withstand the age old fight against degradation of mother nature. On Tatooine, it was always sunny. It was always the same burning hot planet Simone remembered it to be, and he had little to no love for the barren wasteland it was. Still, one could only attempt to avoid such places like these for so long until they were forced to return once more.

To a sandy pit of hell.

Simone shifted slightly to better position his rifle a little more than 2 degrees upwards, 3 milimeters to the right; a major adjustment for a long shot of almost past a thousand meters, slightly below 1500. Direction of his barrel? Pointed dead straight towards a small city, perhaps the only one on Tatooine worth coming into. More specifically, a cantina window that lead straight towards the laughing Rodian sitting in a booth surrounded by what Simone could bet his life on, Twi'lek sex slaves. The hooded figure could only snort before silencing himself as the Rodian paused his laughter long enough to snatch a quick kiss from a probably disgusted female bound by the electronic slave collar around her.

"Disgusting freak."

His index finger gently depressed the hooked trigger and recoiled as the barrel spat out a high velocity round that flew straight past the sandy dunes that covered the bones of prehistoric animals, gently dipping down by the second-until it finally shattered the raised glass, spraying alcohol and lodging at the voice box of his intended target, mixing blood with beer whilst everyone around him shrieked in panic and mayhem.

Simone lifted the hood from his head and smiled.

"Bitch."

 

[X-Wing]

Sorry.

 

[Virgil]

As Vekk B-lined for the exit, he took notice of the clacking of something not far behind. Blasters whipped out in an instant, where they aimed down to an odd sight. A strange creature with rifle in hand. "You need something friend?" Vekk asked uncertain of how this would play out.

 

[X-Wing]

Boba Cay was having a drink in the cantina at the moment. He was at the bar for moment, enjoying himself for a change, until he saw two people. Two people seemingly arguing. He whispered "Aw, Crap" to himself, and began to walk over to the two. He put his helmet on, one that looks similar to Boba Fett's, and walked right past the two, slowing down by them and saying "Good Afternoon, Gentlemen.", before passing by the sitting at the nearest table.

 

[Lotho Minorian]

Dip had gotten the attention of the stranger and went on to make his usual proposal. He pointed his greasy prosthetic at the mans visor and made out his intent "You are bounty hunter. It clear to me. I would like to hire your services for job. I can pay." Dip's standard dialect was as polished as his gear but he could usually get his point across fine enough. After making his proposition he retreated his hand into his tunic and pulled out a handful of credits. A being brushed by and bid the two good day but he payed no mind to him keeping his gaze fixed to the bounty hunter before him. "There much more than this. This just assurance.". What Dip meant by assurance was a mistake he made the first few times he tried to hire someone who took all the credit upfront and left. It was no sooner than he had finished his proposal that he heard shattered glass, and the next thing he knew there were screams as a being fell to the ground gurgling while others backed away from him.

 

[Tristar]

The moment his words left his own mouth, he sprang into action as he leapt behind his cover, under the shade of his sand dune, sliding all the way down to a particular lump by the side of the small hill. As he reached it, he dipped his hands into the sand and ripped out a small tarp covering a speeder, gleaming in the blazing sun.

By the time the sands had settled in, they were kicked up as Simone's vehicle sped towards the city, a 30 minutes drive that left him particularly refreshed as his hair flew all around, the goggle straps holding onto his head for dear life. All that remained of his sweat and blistering heat evaporated as he kicked up dust clouds behind him, marking his appearance from far off; speed was off essence. To mark his target dead, and to get off planet on the next ship out, which according to the schedule was due to leave in over an hour's time.

It would be good if he had time to purchase new clothes too; throw off any detectors. Simone merely leaned forward and urged his slim speeder faster, pushing it to it's limit. There was no time to waste.

There were already people crowded around the cantina, as Simone could clearly see from the outside. The speeder was already at the rentals, and a new change of clothes was already purchased. All other equipment was disassembled into his own portable suitcase, which he stashed nearby the entrance to the spaceport. No point in carrying it around. Still, he carried his own pistol with him, and its size made him feel comfortable.

He had to struggle for a moment through the throng of people, most of them wanting to go the opposite direction that he was headed; there was still the curious, though that changed soon enough. It took a few minutes, but in the end he managed to blend in with the crowd effectively, watching as the local security force dealt with the dead Rodian, several of the force questioning eye witnesses of the incident.

Simone had no intention of being called out. Best as he could, he joined in a nearby conversation, keeping close proximity to the group until they decided to switch bars, where they could possibly enjoy another drink and talk about today's recent entertainment. His escape plan.

 

[Hishamori]

Hiru had to resist slamming her head into the bar as the ruckus around her simply annoyed her, the gurgling guy didn't really bother her since she had a pretty good idea of what just happen to him, and she easily saw the neat little hole that look like a bullet hole. Not bad, but the target isn't actually dead yet Hiru had thought in a offhanded manner, she did glance back to look at the poor guy, and shook her head, yeah, the sniper had failed to actually kill the poor guy. Hiru getting rather annoyed with the noise, pulled out her pistol and with a small glance shot the poor guy in the head, ending his suffering of chocking on his own blood, and then re holstered her heavy blaster pistol. Hiru glanced down towards her right to make sure her rifle was still there, and it was, she wasn't really drinking any alcohol, but she could almost say it sure felt like she was, but she digressed, it might simply be because she's tired, but she felt a bit refreshed from relaxing and drinking a bit, she'd head back to her ship and leave Tatooine, she looked towards the small group of people who were near the exit, one of them was wearing a full out brown cloak, and looked almost like a jawa, except the guy wasn't 3 ft tall. She hmmed in slight amusement while going back to her drink but would occansionly look towards the group.

 

[Meat-Rocket]

A short, young looking girl prances into the Cantina emitting a doubtfully earned air of confidence. It is clear she's in her home environment, and she walks over to the bar. Looking around, she sees the mess that was created prior to her entering.

"What the hell happened here?" she says, shaking her head. "Somebody ought'a clean this up... CAPTAIN Dia doesn't like drinking in holes like this!"

She continues on, loudly. A glass flies past her head, smashing on the counter of the bar. One of the patrons shouts over to her to quiet down.

"Listen, core slime - I'm not going to take that from you!" She looks around for something to throw back at the aggressive patron, but fails. She asks for a blue milk from the bartender then starts sipping her drink, looking around for potential employers. After sipping down half her drink, she begins to loudly declare that she is the best smuggler in the Outer Rim, and will take on any job. She is completely ignored. The bartender walks over and tells her to either shut up or get out, pointing out that she's probably not even old enough to be in here. With her pride hurt, she makes a crude gesture at the bartender and finishes her drink. She stands up and cockily walks outside before declaring "I'll be outside if anyone needs some cargo moved." She quickly peeks back to see if anyone is taking notice of her.

They aren't.

 

[X-Wing]

Boba looked behind him as he heard loud screaming from the room. When he turned, he saw a man, dead on the floor. Although he had killed before, and although he did seem emotionless, the secret truth was that he hated seeing people killed. He turned farther and looked out the window to see only the desert beyond the city. He was shocked. What had this person done? He turned back around to see the two he was looking at just a moment ago arguing. At this point he shrugged his shoulders and sat down. He took his helmet off to reveal a scarred face, with one large scar going down his face, from the day his father attacked him. The day that lead to his leaving of his home planet, to never return... But now was not the time to think. For it was the time to act. At this moment his strolled over to the two chatters, placing his helmet back on, and said, "Good day, gentlemen, Care for a drink?"

 

[Hishamori]

Hiru had to resist wanting to throw something at the arrogant kid that walked in and started spewing out stuff, she sighed aloud and rubbed the bridge of her nose, the bartender prepared and gave her another drink, which in turn Hiru thanked, before finishing the last of her previous drink and grabbing the other and drinking the whole thing in one go, the bartender started in no small amount of shock before snapping out of it, and cracking up a joke about Hiru being thirsty, which made sense considering where they were. In response Hiru shrugged and just smiled, before reaching into on of her pockets and bringing out a credit chip and handing to the bartender who then withdrew the amount of credits that needed to be paid for the drink, before handing it back. Hiru put the chip back into her pocket before standing up from the stool grabbing her rifle then slung it over her shoulders, then started walking a bit towards the exit, she stopped to glance at the small gathering of people, near it. "Is there a reason you guys are gathering at the exit?" Hiru asked honestly with one of her eyebrows in a questioning manner.

 

[Virgil]

Vekk brought his pistols to holster. Taking just a moment to look Dip over. I dont usually do escorts. Although you seem to have cought me at the best possible moment so I'm open to the idea. Where were you hopimg to go?"

 

[Lotho Minorian]

Dip payed no attention as the commotion behind everyone was worsening. It was nothing he was not used to. However what he could not ignore were the growing numbers gathering around him and his conversation. Another being came forth and intruded with a rather friendly greeting while yet another came forth, possibly accusing him of loitering it was unclear. Dip moved his fixed gaze from the man in armor to look at these strangers and clenched his hand around the credits tightly before quickly shoving them back into his tunic. "What concerns you? I am trying to hire bounty hunter! I do not want speak to anyone else!" Dip smacked down his rifle at the end of his sentence for emphasis. It clacked but could be barely heard from all of the clamour. Though as he finished he noticed that these two also stood out from the crowds. One seemed to be a pilot of some sort armed with a pretty powerful looking rifle while the other was scar-faced with armor like the first. He shifted his gaze between the three and snorted in his throat before making a loud swallow. He decided it would be best to broaden his horizons so to speak and let them all in on the idea. "Aha! Wait! You all capable looking! Sorry's. Here are details for all to hear and decide. My job is simple. I want to leave desert planet. Desert planets are all I have ever known and there much more to see. Simple job for ship pilot.

 

[X-Wing]

Boba looked at the short boy, and spoke up. "I am a pilot, and I can take you anywhere. I have brought people around before." He extended his hand in a friendly gesture, and took off his helmet. "The name is Boba, but call me Cay. Ill do it if you've got the money."

 

[Lotho Minorian]

[Heyo dudes just a friendly reminder to try and stay in line with reply order. It should go as follows from what I can see at this point:

Lotho Minorian, Meat rocket, X-wing, Hishamori, Virgil]
[Edit: Looks Like tristar has decided to drop out thanks to fulfilling simones contract :) Next up should be Meat rocket]