The Last Enemy That Shall Be Destroyed ((Ask))

[Logan_E]

The smell of decay and decadence hit Van like a ton of durasteel as soon as he debarked from the transport. Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon, was a hive of scum and villainy. Crime ran rampant throughout the large moon. Vagrants filled the streets and bars, if they had the credits. Van was bothered, nor even noticed, by anyone as he walked away from the public transport vessel.

Look for a one Jason Lee, somewhat of a minor kingpin that specialized in smuggling weapons based out of Nar Shaddaa, the old man had said. Find him, and you will find who is responsible for your parents' deaths. The ancient, eroded man began coughing and wheezing. Some blood splattered his bedsheets as he hocked up something large and rough looking. As he remembered, Van's blood boiled. His parents had died 5 years ago. Now he had a lead that confirmed his suspicions. The old man had died seconds after delivering his message.

Not knowing where to start, Van sauntered into a seedy-looking bar to start asking questions. He had to be discreet. He was good at that, he would have to be someone else to find out what he wanted.

 

[Logan_E]

Van sat on a bar stool between two brutish looking aliens and ordered a Corellian Reserve. "Expensive tastes you have there, offworlder," said a rugged looking Rodian.

Van downed his Corellian Reserve in one gulp. "When you have the credits, expensive tastes don't matter," he stated, and signaled with a lift of a finger for another.

"How many credits you have, Pinky? Why don't you donate some to Thoonta?" The Rodian said as he pinned Van to the bar. Van hadn't realized how huge the Rodian was until he was being crushed into the bar.

"Get off me, Bantha-breath," he gasped as he reached for his glass. He heard a click and a hum against his back. The bar fell silent, as a collective breath was held.

"Where are your credits, Human scum?" Thoonta whispered in his ear.

"Left chest pocket," Van said, steeling himself for what was about to happen. Just as he had hoped, the Rodian roughly spun him around to get to his credits. At the same time he tried to jam his blaster's barrel in Van's mouth. It never got there. Van launched himself forward and smashed his heavy glass into the Rodian's face, while using his left forearm to force the Rodian's gun arm up toward the ceiling. The blaster went off, and all Hell broke loose. Van got two open-hand strikes on the Rodian's throat before his Zabrak and Rodian friend jumped Van, punching everywhere they could reach.

The rest of the bar was in chaos. Rivals who had been eying one another openly attacked. Van was being punched and kicked while wrestling with Thoonta. He put his feet against the bar and pushed off, using his momentum to swing under Thoonta's gun arm, which he was still forcing up, and grabbed Thoonta's right shoulder as he swung under Thoonta's left arm and pulled hard. He shoved Thoonta into the Zabrak and aimed a powerful roundhouse kick at the other Rodian's temple. If that kick didn't knock the green, slimy alien out, his head slamming into the bar sure did Van found himself thinking as he turned to face his other two opponents, who were squaring off, making a 90 degree angle against Van. Thoonta had lost his blaster in the fray, but he was big. One well aimed punch could almost take Van's head off.

The Zabrak had a hand behind his back, then lunged out at Van. Van caught a glimpse of the blade and reacted instantly, he rotated his upper body a quarter turn clockwise, allowing the thin blade and the Zabrak's arm to skim his chest. He grabbed the Zabrak's wrist with his right hand, pulled, and thrust out his chest, breaking the arm at the elbow and putting his opponent out of commission. Several wild punches caught Van on the side of his head and gut. He put his arms up in a guard and rolled backwards into a crouch.

He delivered an uppercut to Thoonta's crotch as Thoonta push-kicked him in the face. "Okay, that one hurt," Van found himself saying as his head was spinning. He was lying on the flat of his back. He brought his head up to look past his body at Thoonta, who was already getting up, wielding a broken bottle as a knife. Van drew his custom .40 slugthrower, dubbed 'Jules,' and aimed at Thoonta's head. At the same time he yelled "Halt!" a booming voice thundered throughout the bar, stopping everyone in their tracks.

An especially large Yuzzem stood on on the bar, looking directly at Van. "Put it away," said the beast. "And meet me in my office."

 

[Logan_E]

OOC: Sorry, I was gone for a while.

IC:

Van slowly placed Jules back in his holster and got to his feet. He also grabbed his rucksack and roughly lifted it up. His left eye was already swollen and a dark purple. The Yuzzem stepped down from the bar and put his arm down over Van's shoulders. "Do not worry friend, that Rodian slimeball won't be getting home tonight," he said gruffly.

"Wha..," Van began, before being shoved quickly through an open door.

"I am Hin. My employer is very interested in you. Or more, your custom weapons," the Yuzzem began explaining.

"What do you know about my custom weapons?" Van asked defensively, taking a step back and dropping into a light defensive posture.

"I know your pistol is a .40-Calibre slugthrower, and your rucksack contains a sniper rifle. Both custom and designed to your specifications, maybe even by your own hands. I also know right now you are wearing armor under your clothing with a retractable helmet, I also know my employer would like to utilize your skills in creating weapons. We like what we see," Hin's tone had changed from that of a monster to that of a businessman, although it was still almost guttural, as he was a beast of an alien.

"Okay Hin, who is your employer?" Van asked, stunned the Yuzzem knew so much about his weapons. Only one other person knew even those specifications of either of his weapons. He had crafted Jules by hand, and had gone to a close friend for help with Azrael. This Yuzzem had good information.

"I work for Ceth Gets, who supplies a few major arms dealers here on-planet. We are looking to design some custom weapons for a very special buyer," Hin stated. "And you have no need to assume the posture you have assumed. If I was going to kill you, I would have."

"And who is this 'very special buyer?" Van asked, not giving up his poster, his hand creeped slowly to his pistol.

"Maybe you have heard of him," Hin stated, "Jason Lee. He is a major supplier here on Nar Shaddaa. He has requested we design some custom weapons for him, and he will purchase the designs after looking over them."

The name Jason Lee hit Van and almost stunned him to the point of stupidity. Before he could say anything, Hin added, "Mr. Pax, I know more than you think I do. Let's just say I owe a debt to your family. Make your preparations and meet me here in 72 hours."

"Why are you doing this?" Asked Van, just barely whispering from the shock of what just happened.

"I owe a debt to your family. I was once a slave, and your father bought my freedom. I have given you the story you need, do what you think is necessary to be prepared to meet Jason Lee. We will expect a show," Hin said to Van, seeming embarrassed to admit he was a slave. "And to be truthful, Lee's end will help myself and my employer greatly. Please leave me be now. I have other things to arrange."

Without another word Van left the office, his mind already racing.

 

[D-mon]

X'jan had been working on his custom thermal grenades when he got a call from his his closest friend, Van. Van had asked for assistance on Nar Shaddaa. X'jan asked where to meet Van and why. After receiving the coordinates, Van said he would explain everything when X'jan arrived. X'jan said, "I will meet you there ASAP. It should take 36 standard hours." Then X'jan finished up his thermal grenade.

X'jan immediately plotted a new course for Nar Shaddaa. He had also received a list of weapons Van would need. X'jan already had several of the weapons, but had a day and a half to create the rest. They were going in heavy.

 

[Logan_E]

Van was waiting patiently for his brother in a seedy motel room when he heard a rap at the door. He creaked the door open a bit, holding his pistol by his side. As soon as he saw it was X'jan he ushered him in and gave him a warm hug. "X'jan, it has been far too long, I am glad you made it," said a beaming Van. "And by the looks of that crate you are hauling behind you that you have what we need?" Van closed and locked the door, reholstering his pistol and pulling the crate up across the two beds in the small, dimly lit room. Van turned on an extra light he had scavenged up to see better with. "So, do you want to know why you are here?" Van asked, his lopsided smile slipping a little from the seriousness of the undertaking at hand.

 

[D-mon]

X'jan finally made it to Nar Shaddaa. He was very excited to see his brother Van. As X'jan was making his way through the streets he ran into an old friend.

"Well hello there X'jan," said the old man.

"Hello John my good friend, how are you," Said X'jan.

"I am very good, eh what are you doing back here," Asked John.

"A friend of mine needs some help." Replied X'jan.

"Oh well thats good of ya." Said John.

"Yes, hey do you have any information of where the Jedi that killed my parents are located?" asked X'jan.

"Well I do accually.The last i heard they were headed to Corusant," said John.

"Hmmm do you have any idea why they are headed to Corusant?" asked X'jan.

"Sorry friend I have no idea," replied John

"Well thank you for the information my good friend, but I must be going now i have to get to my friend Van,"said X'jan.

"Good bye X'jan maybe i'll see you around,"said John.

X'jan left and finally got to the hotel.It took him almost an hour and a half because of the crate full of weapons.When X'jan got to Vans room he knocked on the door and Van creaked open the door and when he saw it was him he opened the door and X'jan gave him a warm hug.

"X'jan, it has been far too long, I am glad you made it," said a beaming Van. "And by the looks of that crate you are hauling behind you that you have what we need?" Van closed and locked the door, reholstering his pistol and pulling the crate up across the two beds in the small, dimly lit room. Van turned on an extra light he had scavenged up to see better with. "So, do you want to know why you are here?" Van asked, his lopsided smile slipping a little from the seriousness of the undertaking at hand.

 

[Logan_E]

As Van opened up the case to find the weapons he had requested he spoke, "I found the man who killed our parents. I was right, it wasn't just an accident." Van chambered a round in his new, 7.62mm assault rifle and put the safety on. Van slung it over his back and started going over more weapons while he spoke, "We are gonna meet him during a staged arms deal. We take out his guards, then try to leave him alive long enough to find out why." Van then picked up a customizable .45 handgun, chambered a round for that one, and replaced his current pistol with it.

Van smiled and look up at X'jan and winked, "I needed to get rid of this old pistol and sniper rifle, I know how to do it." Van stepped back to let X'jan get into the case and waited for him to speak.

 

[D-mon]

"I am so glad you found the man who did this to us," said X'jan "Here take these thermal gernades, I costumized them so they explode like normal themal gernade but it is lighter and has shards of metal in them and last but not leasted is a chemical that burns through almost anything you can think of." Then X'jan pulled out an assault rifle like vans but kept his old pistols on him.

"So are you ready for this?" asked X'jan

 

[Logan_E]

"Thanks," Van muttered, taking the grenades and juggling them. "It is about time to meet my Yuzzem contact, Hin, at a b..." suddenly Van's comlink went crazy. "This is Van."

"Van, it is Hin. Lee has moved the time he will buy the weapons. We have one standard hour. I am sending the location to your datapad now. I'm sorry, I thought we would have time to stake out the location. It isn't the normal location he makes purchases from. I'll meet you two hundred meters south of the location," and then the comlink cut out.

"Suspicious much?" Van asked, raising an eyebrow in contemplation while looking at X'jan. "Let's get moving. It's a good thing I prepared our trap before you got here." With that Van clipped his thermal grenades to his strap and began collecting things to head out.

 

[D-mon]

After Vans contact was done talking X'jan thought, "Wow after this I will have to only get revenge for my real family, but after that what will I do?"Then he got his weapons together and got ready to head out.

 

[Logan_E]

Van gave X'jan the meeting point and they headed out. Van had a large weapons case on a hover-cart. Van inspected speeders as they marched past, then picked one he liked. Hardy, powerful, fast engine, open compartment. "Jump in with the case, X'jan," Van said, grabbing underneath the speeder and swinging into open space, he jammed his hand up into a mid-compartment and started tinkering. Within twelve seconds he had the engine running. He swung into the driver's seat and slammed on the accelerator.

The location was deep under the city, but Van simply to had to let the speeder drop for quite some time before reaching the correct level. Van punched it and attached his datapad onto his dash. 800 meters from where they were supposed to meet Hin he activated his armor and the helmet slid into place with several light clinking sounds. It only took a few moments to reach the spot, where Van spotted Hin waiting with several armed guards.

Van slowed his speeder and set her down. "We all ready Hin?" He inquired.

"We are ready to go, Van. The deal was we leave all vehicles at least two hundred meters away. I will leave a guard here with your speeder," Hin said, holding a massive ACP Particle Gun. Van and X'jan exited the vehicle.

"Good. X'jan, I want you on my left side, I take it that you cam still fire ambidextrously?" Van said, taking the weapons crate and advancing. He pushed the crate with his left hand, while he had his assault rifle slung over his shoulder and in his right hand. It was him, X'jan, Hin, and two armed guards advancing down a long corridor. Van spotted Jason Lee and his entourage. "X'jan, I want you to do the talking with Lee. I did the designing on the weapons, you did the building, got it?" This was the moment. It was X'jan who would spring this offensive.

 

[D-mon]

"Are you Jason Lee?" asked X'jan

"Yes I am, do you have the weapons i asked for?" asked Jason

"Yes I do, this is my designer Van," said X'jan. He looked over at Van and Van gave a slight nod.

As X'jan was talking to Jason he looked over at one of the guards and thought,"I think we can take these guys easily," and then looked over at the other guard and thought he recoginzed him but didn't think much of it. Then suddenly he smelt something rotten and molding, he thought it was coming from the gaurd ont his left.

"As you will see all of your weapons are met to your specifications perfectly," said X'jan

"Good you are about to make me a very happy mister X'jan," said Jason.

Then Jason's guards got the crate and brought it over to Jason.

 

[Logan_E]

Van didn't say a word the entire time. Several of Lee's guards approached the crate and undid the fasteners. Lee simply stared at the hodge podge of weapons before him. An old sniper rifle, a well-used pistol, and a blaster. When a guard picked up the rifle, Van counted down in his mind. 3...2...1... "NOW!" he shouted as the explosive-filled case exploded. Fortunately for Lee, years of experience caused him to suspect these strangers and had begun backing up moments before the explosion. He was injured and scarred, but he was alive.

Van shouldered his weapon and fired several bursts at three guards that were off to his two and three o' clock. His accurate fire dropped each of them in quick succession; so quickly two were dead before the explosion was over. He heard X'jan firing off to his left back, and heard a scuffling like a fist fight when someone body-slammed him from his current four o' clock. He dropped his assault rifle and began pummeling the guard who had been hiding in the shadows. His right arm was pinned under him, so he reached for his combat knife on his left thigh when he heard a very close gunshot.

He felt the bullet crack his ribs, the pain he was expecting did not come. Adrenaline, what a miracle, he thought as he repeatedly stabbed the man in the back, puncturing his heart and lung. He rolled on top of the man and began stabbing him in the face. Van drew his pistol and sheathed his knife simultaneously, aiming at Jason Lee, who was dual-wielding pistols. One pointed at Van's chest, and the other pointed at X'jan as he finished fighting a guard.

He half pulled the trigger, not willing to kill Lee yet. He had to know why his parents died because of this man.

 

[D-mon]

Right when Van shouted "NOW" the crate exploded and then it was chaos he heard Van shoot three guards. Then X'jan went for one of the other guards. First he shot at the guard twice with his pistols and it hit the guards armor and made a pinging noise then jumped at him with his knife. Suprisingly the guard was faster than he thought, the guard grabbed him in mid air and threw him to the ground. Then X'jan kicked the guard in the face and the guard stumbled backward just far enough to let X'jan get up. X'jan surprised the guard by cutting into his neck with his vibromachete and the guard went limp instantly. X'jan got kicked in the back of the knee and fell to his knees with a hard THUD! X'jan then quickly spun around and shoved a grenade into the man's mouth and pushed him and the man fell off of the edge and X'jan heard the grenade explode. X'jan the turned around to face Van and saw Jason had guns pointed at their chests.

 

[Logan_E]

"Why did you destroy the transport Kraugna all those years ago?!" Van yelled at Lee. "Our parents were on that vessel!" Lee simply smiled.

"It suited my needs, got me to places I couldn't have gotten to easily in my business," he stated. "A...show of power, as you will."

"What do you mean a 'show of power'?" Demanded Van. He was studying the pistols in Lee's hands. High-powered hybrid shatter/energy weapons. No way his armor could stand up to that. X'jan's probably would take a large amount of the force those weapons fired.

"In my business, dealing arms and weapons of war, one must show you are really a businessman, and that you can do what you like without consequences," Lee stated in his Neimoidian-like accent, still smiling.

"So you killed innocent civilians to sell your products?!" Yelled Van, calculating his next move.

"Simply put, yes, I did," Lee began laughing, "and all this time you have been hunting me for re..."

Lee never finished his sentence. He fired a round at Lee's head while he dropped to the ground horizontally so he could kick X'jan out of the way. This last move was almost unnecessary, as Lee's brains splattered on the ferroconcrete, his hands slackened their grip on his weapons and they clattered harmlessly to the ground. The dead body dropped to it's knees and tipped backward.

"X'jan you okay?" Van asked as he sat up and checked his ribs. The armor had stopped the slug from earlier but he could tell his ribs were broken. His mind was racing. His parents' murderer was dead. Now what? he asked himself. He felt a paw on his shoulder, and Hin sat next to him.

 

[D-mon]

"Oh man I'm glad thats over," said X'jan

X'jan walked over to Jason's dead body and whispered, "One down one to go". X'jan then walked over to Van and said,"Brother now that Jason is dead i must go to Corusant, that is where the Jedi that killed my parents are headed, and I will train to become a jedi and finally get my revenge." As X'jan was walking away he said,"Good bye my brother if you ever need me you know where I'll be," then picked up his vibromachete and headed back to his ship.

 

[Logan_E]

"I will see you again, brother," Van said to X'jan as he walked away.

"Van, thank you. I have seen my friends, your parents, avenged. An evil man is now dead, what can I do for you?" Hin asked emotionally, tending to his wounds.

"I have waited years to kill him. My parents can rest in peace, finally. What will I do now..." Van was talking to himself more than Hin. He thought for a few moments, then it hit him. It was like a latent virus had lived in his brain all this time, and the death of his parents' murderer had unblocked this virus, which now infected his brain. He knew how to protect others from men like Jason Lee. "Do you have a starship I can use?"

"I can do better than that, I have a heavy fighter I can give you, it is heavily armed and armored. It would do me good to have it, but you could use it better, I think," Hin stated, "it is a KDY Krayt-Class Attack Platform." He pulled a slug from his massive calf. "Why are slugthrowers so popular around here?"

"More effective. KDY you say? I'll take it. I must be going quickly," Van stated, standing up. He winced ever so slightly from the pain in his ribs.

"My guards will escort you to the starship," Hin said, also standing, "goodbye, friend." The Yuzzem held out his large hand, which engulfed Van's. Without another word, Van turned and began walking away, a plan in his mind.