The Reapers

[Gaja]

Open to all Reaper SC members.​

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The location was Corellia, an abandoned military base way out in the middle of nowhere. But today and tomorrow this little patch of dirt was alive as racers from all over the place gathered to race for cash and for slips. It was the perfect place to meet with his friends and discuss something very important.

Home and family, those were the things everyone wants but some people were denied. Yuri was one such person. Growing up a slave on Nar Shaddaa the man was in chains for about two decades, before he escaped. In the past several years of his freedom the man had truly gone all out, traveling everywhere, doing everything. He'd made a name for himself. But he still had no home and no family. Today he wanted to change that.

Invitations and directions had been sent out by the man that sat inside a large tent, he'd invited friends and those he considered family to come to Corellia, because he had an idea. He wanted to create a home, a good thing where people who belonged nowhere would finally find a place to call home.

He even came up with the name, well not he directly, but a white haired Sephi said the word, and he thought that it was perfect. After all he heard other people describe him using that same name many times, yet he didn't think of it up until now. Nevertheless it was perfect, and as a subtle wind in the night picked up Yuri took another swing of the cold ale.

Slick and Shyra were already there. The two had the whole day to themselves, racing, drinking, chasing after women, the whole thing. Some of the other people Yuri invited were the gunslinger he met on the Daedalus, Babylon. The two of them, even though their first meeting was brief were quite similar, growing up in hell holes and living lives as outlaws.

Eve was a local racer and badass who Yuri and Slick met a couple of days ago, she was actually the one who deserved credit for coming up with the name. Tessy, another local racer and mechanic, the petite Shistevanen and Yuri had something going on, but neither one of them really knew what. What they shared however, beside the physical attraction, was a mutual love for speed and speeders. Ariel, much like Yuri and Babylon had endured a lifetime of hardship and had sought out Yuri back on Coruscant when Yuri killed the majority of the Sand Runner gang, a gang that dealt in the exploitation of slaves. Along with Myles there was finally Cabur.

The man who until recently fought for the Mandalorians knew Yuri for about six or seven years now, having met Yuri when the man was just a boy, back during his days as a slave when he fought as a gladiator on planets like Geonosis. The two met in the back one time, where Yuri went out first, and came back in bloody and beaten, but he still won in the end. The two shared words about combat and honor, and for the first time the young gladiator felt love for someone else but his fellow slaves...

But all that was in the past. Sitting there as the music continued to play all around them, and people danced and drank, the man sat there. He was no longer a boy, chained up. He no longer had to abide to what others said. Now he was finally free! A warrior who wished to create something with his fellow friends that could never be taken away.

So now he waited, he waited to see who would answer his invitation and who would become one of the 'First'...

Today the Reapers emerged from the shadows...​

 

[Just Matt Now]

Kicking open the door to an anti-grav motor-home that was set just outside of where the large party was being held, Slick took a deep breath to smell the fresh air as he held his pants up, buckling his belt and zipping up his zipper. Hopping down the short fall, staggering a little from all the alcohol he had consumed, a bottle cracked on the ground as the door automatically shut behind him as there wasnt him to keep it open. As he started to walk back to hook up with Yuri, a young busty female Togruta flailed open the door of the motor-home, wearing nothing but a white sheet used to cover herself up. Using one hand to open the door, the top of her orange chest, and both of her orange legs were seen out of the white sheet.

"Baby, where'ya going? You said you wouldnt leave!!" She yelled out grabbing the attention of several random thugs hanging out nearby. Slick looked back, only a little intoxicated but with a troubled look on his face.

Dddont..dont worry babley...I'm just goin' ta get us som'oar drinkss. He said, his words seemingly understandable, yet the togruta still called after him. Like Slick was able to hear her, half in the bag he kept on going until another togruta male stopped him. This one was fat, with light orange skin, a beer in his hand and looked like he barely took care of himself.

Tha hell are ya doin' in my camper boyy!! He said aggressively, then turning to see his naked daughter calling for the Human male. Realizing what was happening, both Slick and the father sobered up tremendously. Throwing the beer on the ground he yelled out. "Sonofa..." Reaching out to strangle the fleeing Slick, the togruta tried running after him for a short time until he realized there was no way to catch up with him. "Son, get'ur damn friends an go catch me a Human!!" He yleled out to his son who was just half his size yet surprisingly still fat. Him and two other Togruta males noticed Slick who was trying to run away, they dropped their beers simultaneously at the command of his father.

Slick was fast, though he was still a bit inebriated, tripping over chairs, fences, and people lying on the ground. "Oh...mybad." He said to another girl as he tripped over her, she was pissed off but couldnt o anything as Slick still ran away. What was going through Slick's mind wasnt the guys chasing him, but was the fun orange skinned togruta he had just bagged, and that chick on the floor wasnt that bad looking either.

All he had to do was make it to the large party, there he knew the trogruta hillbilly's wouldnt be able to find him and he would be free. They ran after him ferociously, the fatter son not able to run with his bone thin buddies. Though even they could not catch up to Slick, and he soon found himself in the crowd of the smoking, drinking, and drug taking party members that Yuri had brought to have a good time.

After getting distracted several times, taking up offers on death sticks, or just a smoke or a drink, Slick easily made many friends o all types. These were his type of people and he loved that he fit right in. Looking for Yuri took some time, but by the time he found him, Slick was hopped up on all kinds of stuff. He had sobered up from the time after he escaped,but looking for Yuri took about another 45 minutes alone. Finally finding him Slick gazed at him as if he were glowing bright.

Heeyy, buuddy. Great party ya got goin on here. So who else are we waiting on? He said barely even realizing what he was asking. He stopped drinking and smoking, he knew when to quit.

 

[Cassanova]

At that precise moment, Shyra walked up. Seemingly uninterested in about ninety percent of the men who had attempted to hit on her as she walked through the crowds, she approached Yuri and Slick, "I swear, Yuri. You should've let me bring my gun. I would've shot half these morons already."

Shyra was wearing her usual garb, grease-stained blue body-hugging singlet, brown combat-style pants. She might've been shorter than most of the people here, but throughout the night she had successfully broken two hands, a nose, and dislocated a knee. She wasn't gentle, nor did she require looking after. "Where's the rest of the crew you've gathered, Sharp. I'm bored."

 

[Nirvana]

Cabur leaned back against the ship with a towel wrapped around his neck holding a bottle of ice-cold beer and hanging from the corner of his mouth was a cigarette, most of the day he had been tweaking the engine and suspension on his ''car'' that he had purchased in his early day's as a bounty hunter – it had been to a lot of places and been repaired many times over, and modified. Though one part of the day had been in a way amusing, he had earlier this day caught a thug trying to steal parts from his car – it didn't go well for the thug, the man had walked away with a broken nose and a few of his teethes knocked out. Cabur guessed that the man wouldn't try and do anything again while he was around, and the thought of that made him chuckle a bit as he drank from the bottle after removing the cigarette – an old habit that he had started with again. As he sat there Cabur leaned his head further back so that he stared up towards the sky for a few minutes, before blowing out a cloud of smoke from the cig. Where he had landed a few days wasn't to far away from the city, but far out enough to not be bothered by people – he liked it out here where it was peaceful.

When a beep could be heard Cabur sat up straight and started to look for the source, after not finding where the sound came from initially – Cabur stood up from his seat and jumped of from the ship. Putting down the beer bottle on one of the benches with tools that stood around the ship, before starting to look for the source off the noise. It took him a few minutes to find the datapad that had been laying about with some of the tools, grabbing a piece of cloth that was hanging from his belt Cabur wiped his hands a bit before hanging it back and grabbing the datapad. Tapping the screen twice before entering the code, which gave him access to the message that had been sent to him. Upon starting to reading the message Cabur had begun walking back to where his bottle stood, grabbing it once he got there he drank from it before continuing to read the message. An invitation from someone named Yuri, now why did that name sound familiar to him – he knew he remembered the name from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Yet. And it didn't say what sort of event the invitation was for, but since he remembered the name – at least he should check it out right? But first, he needed to well get everything back onto the ship and get some of his gear – because after all he didn't know why he had been sent an invitation, so he would rather be prepared to some degree at least.

It took a while to load most of the things back onto the ship, save for a toolbox and a few datapads that he loaded into the car – since it was pretty close by Cabur decided against bringing the ship to the location, and would settle for using his car. Walking out from the ship he slipped on his jacket over the chest-piece of his armor, on his thighs where both of his pistols – and in his left hand was his helmet, and with that he was ready to go. The ship had already entered full lock-down with stealth systems activated, hiding it from the naked eye – and with the lock-down in place it wouldn't be able to be operated unless someone had the code. Walking over to the car he opened the door and threw in the helmet, hearing as it bounced of the other door he shook his head a bit before taking a seat and closing the door after him. Hitting the ignition Cabur didn't wait long until he hit the gas and speeded of towards the location where the meeting would be – Next stop, abandoned military base.

----- About 30 minutes later -----​

Arriving at the location Cabur started to slow down to a cruising speed of sort, the amount of speeders, swoops and bikes that had gathered was astounding to see – but they were not the reason for why he was here. Wasting no time Cabur searched for a place where he could park his car, and within a matter of minutes he found a place not to far from the entrance. Killing the engine he grabbed his helmet along with the datapad he opened the door before stepping out letting the door close after him, Cabur held his helmet over his left shoulder, the datapad he placed on the inside of his jacket in one of the pocket before he started to walk away - as he did the doors locked themselves as if on cue.

Finding himself wandering through the crowds in the base looking for the person who had sent out the invitation, placing his hand on some persons shoulder now and then to ask if they knew who Yuri was and if they knew where he was – most just shrugged and told him to ask someone else. This repeated for about half an hour or so before he found someone that knew where Yuri was, and after a bit of persuasion the person agreed to show the way. After a few minutes he arrived where the person claimed that Yuri was, saying his thanks Cabur entered the tent and looked at the people that was already in the tent. Three humans, two males and one woman.”Which one of you is Yuri?” the question was simple and straight forward.

 

[Wit]

Eve made her way through the crowd with an inviting smile on her lips and look in her eyes that told everyone to keep away. She was not in the mood for fun today, at least not yet. Once this entire business with Yuri was taken care of, well then she we see. Dressed in dark pants with the Corellian Bloodstripe on them, a light-colored jacket over a dark shirt, gloves on her hand and her long hair tied behind her in a braid, she fit in quiet well in the present gathering, she felt at ease in the present crowd, though she did remember a time when she would have been hesitant to enter such a place. How the times changed.

Finally spotting Yuri and Slick, she walked up to them just as a man came up asking for Yuri. Taking measure of both the woman and the man present along with Yuri and Slick, she turned to great the two men she did know. "Messrs Yuri and Slick, so good to see you again. I have to say, you sure do know how to pick a place."

 

[Demiurge]

This was what he lived for, what he breathed for. The torrent of air rushing past his ears was like riding through the open air wind-storms of the Dune Seas. The pulsating howl of the repulsor engine was like a thousand heartbeats going off at once, rhythmic pulses you felt through every inch of your body. It was like it was alive, breathing, living. The lights of the skylanes were like the stage, the frenzied traffic was the obstacle course, and he was like the blade cutting through it all. It was perfect. This... was what he lived for.

But all good things had their end. Today had a purpose beyond the thrill of joy-riding in a swoop rider's paradise. Of course, he'd taken the scenic route - if that was what one could call it - but there was an appointment of sorts he couldn't ignore. From the urbanscape, Babylon could scarcely make out the meeting tents. Out of the way, indistinguishable from the desperate living and decay surrounding it. It was an out-of-the-way spot you'd never find unless you already knew it was there and were looking for it.

As he made the sharp turn through a corner alley, the gunslinger's hands revved the right handlebar. The engine roared like a krayt dragon enraged as Babylon zoomed into the tent places. Several people jumped and screamed at what appeared to be a madman driving into the midst of them. The bellypan touched down on the duracrete ground, scraping and sparking as the gunslinger's swoop speeder screeched to a halt, smoking from the tailpipe and radiating heat from the engine. Babylon took in the smell of the exhaust and heated metal for a few seconds before he released his hands from the handlebars.

The slight sound and feel of the grip from the industrial rubber sticking to his hands was the perfect final sensation. Babylon got up from his seat, walking casually as he twisted and cracked his neck, following by letting his stetson hat - which had amazingly stayed on through it all - fall to his back. It was only a few moments after that, when he finally looked up, that he noticed the relative silence and saw all the men in the vicinity staring at him for his insane entrance.

"What are you girls lookin' at?", Babylon said indignantly, not understanding why he was suddenly the center of attention.

The conversations resumed as Babylon shook his head in annoyance, walking toward Yuri, Shyra and Slick, and one individual he didn't recognize.

"Straight answer; do either of you two even know who half of any of these jokers are?" Babylon asked toward Yuri and Shyra, while giving a single nod of his head toward the swoop bikers behind them.

 

[Charli]

The alcohol was flowing like an endless spring, Ariel finding herself in a heavily intoxicated reverie. She was never one to turn down free booze, and with all the drunk men here eyeballing her chest there was a never ending supply of offers. They probably thought if they got her drunk enough she'd be an easy lay, but boy were they ever wrong. Ariel spent most of her free time drinking, trying to erase memories that still haunted her nightmares. Her tolerance was well above a man of double and a half her size. Corellian brandy was always her drink of choice but most of these grease monkeys were offering her watered down swill, but she took it anyways. Ariel spent a lot of time down at the swoop tracks on Corsucant, the type of people she dealt with usually had gambling addictions in addition to their many other vices. At first she didn't see the appeal of watching a bunch of people ride bikes around a racetrack, but the more time she spent there the more she got into it. Nowadays she spent more time down at the track for pleasure than for business.

Ariel had been hanging around a few guys for some time now, they'd been feeding her shots like it was going out of style. Taking one last swig from the glass she had been handed Ariel stood up, her legs feeling a lot like jello. The world spun a little bit but she would be alright. Sliding the glass back towards the group, she brought her hand to her head and gave them a mock salute.

"I appreciate all of the drinks boys," She said, her words a little slurred. "But I have to be going now."

"Like hell you are!" One of the men said as he stood up, his arm reaching out to grab Ariel's wrist. Turning at the sound of his outrage, Ariel's other hand reached down into her pants and withdrew a compact slug thrower. She aimed it at the man's head with a smile.

"I really think you should sit back down. I wouldn't want to have to spray your brains all over your nice friends here." Despite her intoxicated state, the look on Ariel's face showed the man that this wasn't a joke, that she wasn't just some girl who thought she was tough because she had a gun. Slowly sitting back into his seat, the man nodded. "Good boy." Ariel said as she a turned and began to walk away. She had received an invitation from a man she had met awhile back named Yuri Sharp. Yuri had taken out most of the members of a very vicious slave-gang on Coruscant, something Ariel had been working very hard to do herself. After hearing about Yuri's success, Ariel sought him out and the two had remained casual acquaintances ever since.

Wading through the sea of people, Ariel finally reached the destination that was on her invitation. Approaching the group, the only person she recognized being Yuri, she lit a cigarette. "It's nice to see you again, Yuri."

 

[Just Matt Now]

Slick noticed that he had been getting more and more sober as the nigh went on, though he'd rather stay buzzed then completely out of it. This night would mean big things and was important to Yuri and therefore it was important to him. Slick hung out sith Yuri at this point, not bothering to check out anyone else's party, as Yuri was the only one he knew. He could easily have made buddies with some random group, though he enjoyed Yuri's company much more.

And he was glad he did, as more and more of Yuri's friends and associates piled into the tent. Having to kick out all that was not important to this meeting, Slick couldnt get over how many girls had showed up. He knew better than to be as direct as he usually would, them being Yuri's friends and all, though he did see the potential. Glad to see Eve show up, Slick felt more comfortable to know he at least knew her other than Yuri.

"Heys Eve, don't front. You know you love to party!!" He said trying to get her into a better mood. Slick let Yuri greet the guys who came in looking for him, some more direct and aggressive than others. Seeing as how they were all in the confined tent, all Slick had to do was turn to face Shyra.
"This isnt your kind of setting is it? It does seem a bit wild, Let me take a guess. You would prefer the action and heart-pounding heat of the action, blasters, slugs, and all...no?" He said, trying to get a conversation going. "What about you Eve? I bet you would prefer spitting dirt in the faces of racers behind your swoop. Oh and dont worry, well get you another, better bike to race with."

 

[Gaja]

Sitting back and relaxing the man found it amusing how two of his friends had completely different opinions about this party. Slick, not surprisingly, loved it! Shyra, on the other hand, didn't seem to. It brought a smile to his face seeing the two in one spot though seconds after putting his drink down did Yuri see the red haired mechanic ask about the rest of the gang. Still amused, though it wasn't exactly sure why, Yuri smiled before answering. "Don't worry. They'll be here." It wasn't a terribly long wait a another man joined them, Yuri instantly knew who he was.

The two had fought in the same arenas years ago, though if one was honest Yuri's face had fewer scars to show. Standing up the rugged man that grew up on Nar Shaddaa stepped forward, presenting himself. "I'm Yuri." Giving the man a few second to rewind his memory it would hopefully click back to the time on Geonosis and Cato Neimoidia where the two met, some five plus years ago.

Hopefully the man didn't receive too many blows to the head since then and still remembered, as Yuri offered to shake his hand, the Mandalorian way. "It's good to see you brother." On the other side, much like the ten year old Cabur said back then. At about the same time Yuri spotted a couple of other familiar faces coming closer and closer, as if they timed it. "Come in, have a drink man. I'll be with you in a minute." He told the equally impressive looking Mandalorian as he separated, welcoming Eve.

"It's good to see you too. And yeah, it's quite the place. Wait till tomorrow when it's really packed." It was after all a three day event. Two days racing, two nights partying. Third morning, you go home. That was the general rule. And now was party night #1. Gesturing over to everyone that was there, and the large quantities of liquor available it was Yuri's turn to buy. "This one's on me." Offering her a wink the Sephi was within seconds approached by Slick, so Yuri figured that it'd be alright if he left her alone for a few seconds. After all two more faces had arrived, or would do so shortly as Babylon showed up and Ariel was making her way through the crowd, and Yuri thought he saw a pistol there as well but he wasn't sure.

Babylon of course arrived in style which only made Yuri smile, he loved only shook his head. "Honestly? I've got no idea? Though I'm glad to see you arrive. Been a while." It'd been a while indeed, last time the two of them met was on the DSC Daedalus, teaming up to escape the Paradise, which had funny enough been the center of a massive firefight. Yuri didn't forget that Babylon really saved his ass back then, the whole elevator escape.

Looking past Babylon's shoulder and at his bike Yuri gestured towards his recently made ZX-RR. "That's mine. You like? Also help yourself to anything you like. booze is free too. I'll be with you in a second. Then we can do this..." It was clear that Yuri was getting ready to get to it. Seeing Ariel make her way in to their tent, it got pretty full now, unlike a few minutes ago when it was just him really.

Still plenty of space, plenty of food and alcohol, and good music. Should be fine. Seeing the blonde haired girl he met on Coruscant, he noted that she was smokin'. "Hey. Good to see you too. How you been?" Being perhaps the only sober guy here Yuri offered her a smile and showed her inside...

From here on out he figured he could start talking before Slick brought the real hard stuff out. After all he didn't invite all of them because he couldn't drink all the booze! They actually had things to discuss... Once everyone was given a drink the man who had arranged this little get-together started talking. "Alright then, before we bring out the hard stuff, let me just say why I've called you over." Looking at the group of outlaws and misfits he had one thought in his mind as his drink waited. "Perfect."

From there on out his drink found its way back in to his hand and the rugged human explained to everyone why they were here. He explained that he was gong to build something and that he wanted them to be a part of it, a family with a home, tied together by loyalty and love for riding. It wasn't a brilliant speech or anything like that, rather it was short and to the point. Yuri wasn't one to give great speeches that lasted twenty minutes, and he was pretty sure his audience appreciated that. Especially the drunk ones who were probably looking to either drink some more and have something to eat, instead of falling asleep. So once it was said and done the man looked at the group around him.

"So what do you guys think? The Reapers? You in?" It was their chance to say whatever they had to say. Would they remain on their own and alone, or would they join up and be something more? Now was the time to speak. Either way tonight the alcohol would flow, regardless whether or not this idea of his took of, they were all friends here. The men and women present here would be the 'First'...

 

[Nirvana]

Turning his attention to the one who entered the tent he saw that it was another woman, judging by the color of her hair and skin she was a Arkaninan – but her ears told a different story, pointier then those of a normal Arkaninan. But it seemed as she knew two of the people in the tent already since she called them by name, one them them was Slick and the other one would be Yuri – but which one of them was Yuri was still not answered. And within a few minutes more people joined them inside the tent, some of them seemed to know each other – but not all did so.

When the man who claimed to be Yuri stood up Cabur turned his attention to the man, he couldn't say that he remembered the man – not yet at least, but the name he remembered to some degree. But he was still unable to pin point from where he remembered it.

Looking down on the hand that Yuri extended Cabur took it by the arm, the same way he would greet any mandalorian – though when he noticed that Yuri knew how mandalorians greeted one and another he smirked.”There have been a lot of people who have called me brother, but I do not remember you as one of them.” releasing his grip on Yuri's arm.”Not yet at least.” Cabur said and chuckled a bit.

Nodding slightly he accepted the mans invitation to a drink, and walked over to a table where he could see several bottles of different brands – grabbing a bottle of beer Cabur walked over and took a seat close to a table, placing his helmet on the table before he opened the bottle by holding the capsule against the table and punching lightly on the top of the bottle. Raising the bottle to drink he noticed how even more people where joining them, this was getting interesting so to speak.

 

[Charli]

Ariel listened to Yuri speak with growing interest and surprise. She had somewhat expected this meeting of theirs to have something to do with knocking over a few more slave operations, but instead he was speaking of forging a brotherhood of sorts. Ariel did not know any of the other people inside this tent, but she knew Yuri would not have invited them to this momentous occasion if they did not possess at least a very particular set of skills. She looked around taking each of them in. She could tell little about them from their outward appearances alone. Bringing her eyes back to Yuri, Ariel lit another cigarette as he finished his speech.

"A very interesting idea Yuri. Count me in."

Moving past the rest of the group, Ariel made her way over to the tables with the alcohol. Finding a bottle of her favorite Corellian brandy, Ariel took a seat next to Cabur. Removing the glass stopper from the bottle of light purple liquid, Ariel took a long swig.

"Pretty interesting idea, eh?" She said looking at Cabur. If these people were as interested in Yuri's proposal as she was, Ariel figured it might be a good idea to get to know them a little.

 

[Nirvana]

Fair skin, blue eyes, blonde hair and a pettie body – would be the simplest way of describing the woman that made her way past the group towards the table which Cabur sat by. Seeing how she took a long swig from a Corellian Brandy he guessed that she was quite redundant when it came to alcohol, but so was he after all these years he had been fighting as a mercenary, and with his former brothers and sisters in the mandalorian clans.

When she asked him if he thought that it was pretty interesting idea he just shot a glance towards her for a second.”It's more interesting to see if this crew will stick together.” Cabur said with a almost hollow voice before taking a swig of his beer.”Right now though, I am more interested in him.” he said as he pointed towards Yuri.”Until I know from where he knows me, I won't join the crew. Once I know from where he knows me, then I'll decide if I will join.”

 

[Wit]

Eve smiled at Slick, in the mere handful of days that she had known him, she had started to come to know the man a little and was rather surprised to find him much less inebriated than she had expected. "Indeed I do," she replied with a laugh, walking up to the dreadlocked man, "you seem to have a keen insight into the female mind my friend." As she talked with Slick, the tent was slowly filled up with new arrivals, the small tent soon staring to get a little too crowded.

She was silent as Yuri began speaking, somethings reminding her of a conversation she had had with him a few days ago, others completely new. She chuckled at Yuri's mention of The Reapers, both amused and surprised that he had actually stuck with the name she had used as nothing more than a joke. She didn't really have to think much about his proposal though, the only reason she was here was because she had been interested by what Yuri had said to her and she was more than interested in what she had heard today.

"The Reapers, huh?" she asked, "sure, why not."

 

[Just Matt Now]

"you seem to have a keen insight into the female mind my friend."

"Yeah, well you know, I am clearly in touch with my feminine side." Slick said in response to Eve. "Would you like me to get you another drink?" He offered, while throwing his empty bottle of beer on the already littered ground.

The stench of spilled drink and drugs wafted through the air, Slick could only imagine the amount of illegal substances and actions that were going down on this single night. This was a glorious occasion, hearing Yuri's speech of founding a family, and uniting these already here to join the family. It was certainly a right cause, one that Slick was proud to be a part of.

"Of course Yuri, my pal...haha. Whose gunna start all the trouble? Of course it'll probably be me." Slick said placing a friendly pat on Yuri's back.

 

[Gaja]

The replies came in. Shyra, Slick, Ariel and Eve all agreed to it. A smile made its way across Yuri's face while he sat down, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at the group of outlaws that was coming together. It was a good start, five people so far liked the idea. Babylon and Cabur had yet to agree, with Babylon not voicing his opinion just yet while the former Mandalorian was a little more vocal. Tess and another man hadn't arrived yet, but such was life and the thing was started.

Looking at the first people who joined this thing he came up with Yuri smiled looking at them. Slick, the old friend from Nar Shaddaa. Shyra Dervish, his partner in crime for quite some time now, expert mechanic and gambler extraordinaire. Ariel, badass chick from Coruscant and Eve, the badass racer chick from Corellia. So far Yuri liked the group of outlaws and misfits that was coming together, and he hoped that Cabur and Babylon too would decide to join. He knew Babylon at least remembered him, but Cabur seemed like he took a blows too many to the head as he rambled on about not remembering Yuri.

Frankly Yuri was surprised, slightly annoyed and amused by it. It wasn't that long ago that they met, five-six-seven years? Something like that. Well he guessed that it was longer than he initially thought, that or Yuri's memory was simply better. Either way they had time to go down memory lane... Standing up and facing Cabur Yuri was still smiling, just not quite as much as when he heard every get on board for this.

He wondered what exactly he should say to the guy. Whether or not to help his brain jump start, or if maybe he had invited the wrong guy?

But before the former gladiator had a chance to say much a young man was pushed over a crate and inside Yuri' tent, clearly not by mistake as when he attempted to stand up he was punched in the face by a Zabrak thug, who after doing so looked at the just established Reaper SC. Yuri turned around and looked back. The smile on his face widened as he recognized the face. "Ahhh! My friend! You want to play?"

Yuri had actually broken his nose a few days ago, maybe a week ago, bruised a rib pretty bad and added some blue and purple to the Zabrak's brown skin tone. Now the thug, who was actually a swoop gang member, had brought some friends along for retaliation. Five or six guys showed, set on paying Yuri back for what he did to the guy.

Clearly they wouldn't be able to talk this out, and within seconds punches started flying and within barely a second the Reapers were dragged in to it as well, each member having a swoop gang member pitted against him or her, and set on beating them up. Yuri was no exception... and he took on Zabrak, the Tooth.

 

[Charli]

Ariel watched as men began to fall into their tent, the Reapers tent. Didn't look like anything more than a group of common thugs, another swoop gang perhaps? Ariel didn't know why they were there or what they wanted but she didn't care to know either. They seemed intent at fulfilling a vendetta against Yuri as punches began to fly. A twisted smile crossed Ariel's lips as she watched the chaos unfurl. So this would be her chance to showcase her unique set of skills to this newly formed rag-tag group of highschool dropouts.

Perfect.

She scanned the group of thugs for the biggest, dumbest buffoon she could find. Someone who would underestimate her and try to simply overtake her with brute strength. A typical thuggish brute. She encountered them on a daily basis back in the bowels of Coruscant, so Ariel had become quite proficient at neutralizing them.

Aha. A hulking human, probably around six foot four, a couple hundred pounds and a few extra. It looked like a life of drugs and alcohol had taken its toll on what used to be a well toned physique, fat was starting to gather around his gut. Probably dumber than owl shit too, what a total piece of shit. Ariel was willing to bet he would scream like a girl when he died. Grabbing an empty beer bottle from the table, Ariel stood and faced the oaf. Taking a few steps towards him she hurled it like a torpedo aimed for the side of his head. The bottle hit with a crash of shattering glass, causing the man to stagger back for a second. He quickly regained his composure and his eyes settled onto Ariel like tractor beams.

"You're going to pay for that you little bitch!" He howled as he began to charge towards her. Ariel could almost swear she saw steam coming out of his ears with the distant chime of a train's whistle.

The man had no idea he was running head first into his grave. Ariel reached behind her back and grasped the handle of one of the daggers she had concealed back there. With less of a leap and more of a fall the big thug tackled Ariel to the ground, his full weight landing on top of her. On top of the blade of her dagger. The man's eyes widened as the realization came to him. His own momentum had driven the blade deep into his chest. The blood from the wound was oozing onto Ariel's hands and down her arms. He started to gasp slightly for air as his eyes began to glass.

"It's okay baby," Ariel said softly with a final twist of the steel in his heart. "No one can hurt you anymore."

Pushing the lummox away from herself, Ariel stood and surveyed the destruction that was still ensuing. It seemed the other members of the Reapers, whether tentative or not had themselves engaged with one of the intruders. She stood and watched, wanting to see what her.. colleagues could do.

 

[Just Matt Now]

The fight began and Slick was found to me right in the middle of it. He had no clue how it started, the drink in his hand was spilled and shit went down, that was all he knew. One of the Twilek thugs had passed by him, searching for the one who started the fight, Yuri. Slick grabbed his head tentacle, normally Slick would be kind of grossed out, but in this case he knew it was a perfect thing to grab on to. Throwing the blue skinned thug down by the head, he could already tell that this wasnt the same people whom he had a quarrel with before. Even if it was he would have done the same, however.

"Next time I'll rip 'em off ya blue punk!!" Slick taunted the downed thug, though he was quick to his feet, his hands rubbing his head to comfort his wound. Without hesitation or question in his mind, the Twilek advanced to kill the Human.

Slick dodged his first punch with a slight move of his head, and went to counterpunch the opening it had left. His fist smashing right into the Twilek's face, his stance seemed almost too perfect for him being so drunk. Though if anyone knew him, they would know that he was an exemplary fighter sober or not. Pushing the thug into a table, he toppled over it and fell on his back, the table falling on top of him.

Slick picked up the mug he had before spilling it on the floor, downing what was left by lifting it and emptying over his head into his mouth, Slick then threw the mug at the Twilek, hitting him directly in the head.

"Pssh, you gunna spill mah drink. Bitch gon' learn today!!" Slick said muttering through his drunken state. Looking around, Slick would notice any others who needed help with their fight, if the fight was still active.

 

[Gaja]

It was a fight to remember, the Reapers whooping ass every way you looked. When it was all set and done a gang of would-be tough guys was shown what it meant to be a tough guy by the Reapers SC. What ensued after was exactly what you'd expect. Alcohol started flowing by the barrels, new friendships were made and when it was all set and done the club was made and Yuri brought together a small group of people who would from now on walk under the same banner.

Much like everyone else Yuri would end up a drunken mess, though he did manage to fall asleep on something comfortable enough to be considered a bed. Eventually everyone woke up, some sooner, some later, some stuck true to their words while a few people did not, but one thing was for sure, everyone had a hangover.

During breakfast, or rather morning meat and beer Yuri received a rather nice gift from a drunk as hell Babylon. The Celestial Phoenix. The ship was in orbit and Yuri would soon seek it out, man it and send it to the "shop" to modify it to be used by the Retrade RRT.

All in all however it was a good night. One that marked the start of something new, something good. It was the night the Reapers SC was founded...

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