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Shipment to Njon the Hutt
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| Rasuk_Mithren | Date: Tuesday, 31 May 2011, 6:37 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Rasuk sat back in his seat, letting out a heavy sigh as he punched in the coordinates for his destination. He was sent to deliver a shipment, the crate of rifles sitting in the cargo hold, while the garage on his ship had been turned into a holding cell itself. Each of the doors reinforced to prevent the cliff wampas from breaking them down. Every now and again he's toss in a couple of stun grenades just to be safe and keep them out cold. As he came up to the meeting place he began to broadcast for a moment. "This is Rasuk contacting Njon the Hutt."
He sat back in his seat as he waited, all he had to do now was somehow get his hands on the information about Moff Cole's fleet, yet for the moment this first shipment should have to do as a gesture of good faith that he would get what the Hutt wanted as he waited now. His employer having sent him out to the meeting instead of coming himself because of obvious questions that could come up.
Rasuk Mithren
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| Neese | Date: Monday, 06 Jun 2011, 8:37 PM | Message # 2 |
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| "Black Hole, this is the Subrosa," came the response, originating from the decrepit Lucrehulk-class ship that dominated the crowded space above Nar Shaddaa—the Subrosa, Njon Anjiliac's commercial hub and his "palace," more or less. "You're clear to approach," the voice said, with a conspicuous Huttese accent. Once it was close enough to the Subrosa's mammoth hangar arms, it would be locked in a tractor beam and guided the rest of the way inside. Gone were the days of the Trade Federation when the hangar of this ship gleamed. Now, the floors were stained and sticky, crates and ships were strewn chaotically around the hangar, and the smell of spice was everywhere. But there was a method to the madness, and Rasuk would notice Njon's people, and a loadlifter here and there, hard at work. A few of them would be standing by when the Black Hole set down, ready to take possession of its cargo.
With them was a mean-looking Rodian, Neese, a sure shot who graduated through the ranks of Njon's organization to become one of the Hutt's representatives. It was a strange role for him, since he wasn't exactly known for his manners. But it was Njon and Verilia who exchanged the pleasantries, and Neese and Rasuk saw to the gritty details. "Mr. Anjiliac is in a meeting," the Rodian explained tersely, in Huttese, "He sends his regards to Moff Verilia. Do you have the goods?"
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| Rasuk_Mithren | Date: Monday, 06 Jun 2011, 11:06 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Rasuk stood silently at the top of the ramp as it thud against the metal plating of the hanger bay. His eyes focusing on the group as he pressed the side of his helmet, a translator unit running through as he listened to the Rodian. He then spoke as he brought his hand up to his chest, pulling out what looked like stun grenades. "You'll find the crate of weapons in the cargo hold in the back." He then pulled the pins on the stun grenades before he walked over to the doors to the garage on his ship. Pulling open a slot as a loud roar came from the garage before he threw the grenades into the garage and quickly shut the slot. A loud roar being heard before the handful of stun grenades quickly went off.
"The Cliff Wampas are in there. Give it a few minutes for the effects of the grenades to work." He turned as he stepped towards the ramp and began to step down the metal platting, passing the men that boarded the ship to begin their job. "Currently the final request that Njon asked for is a bit more difficult to come by. The list of Moff Cole's fleet will not be something easy to pick up. However, the Moff has sent me with the weapons and wampas as a good faith payment for Njon that he'll get the list."
Rasuk Mithren
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| Neese | Date: Wednesday, 08 Jun 2011, 11:39 PM | Message # 4 |
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| There was some trepidation among the workers that had been assembled to "take delivery of the cargo" as they heard the angry moans of the wampas inside Rasuk's ship. The workers were of a species Rasuk probably hadn't seen before—with three sturdy legs and nine fingers on each dexterous hand, they seemed well suited to labor. And they were obedient, too; despite the trepidation, one of them urged the others on and they ascended the ramp into the ship to unload the cargo, without having to be prodded to do so. "Mr. Anjiliac is grateful," Neese said, "And he also has a good faith gesture to Moff Verilia. This team of workers," the Rodian gestured at them as he went on, "They are Yagai, a rare and able species. Imperial slaves, most often, but Mr. Anjiliac was able to acquire some of them as well. There are 15 of them here, a 'personal' labor force. Mr. Anjiliac will have the rest of the workers for Moff Verilia in a standard week. He would prefer to have the... other item at that time. But he will understand if the Moff needs more time, and is willing to trust him." He shrugged, "Made a good impression on Njon, apparently."
He paused for a moment, his black eyes narrowing as he regarded Rasuk. "I know you, don't I?" he asked. "Yeah," he said, with a glimmer of recognition. "You're the bounty hunter who did that job on Delrakkin, aren't you?"
Neese
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| Rasuk_Mithren | Date: Wednesday, 08 Jun 2011, 11:51 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Rasuk looked to the group of workers, the first that would be taken back to Moff Verilia for his payment as he nodded. The next question coming as he looked back to the Rodian. His hands at his side as he spoke, yet before getting a chance to say a single word he drew his blaster from where it sat. Firing a quick round from the PEP attachment on his weapon, a loud thud filled the area as one of the Wampas fell just before two of the workers. Rasuk looked back to them as the workers nodded hesitantly before Rasuk motioned for them to finish their job. He then looked back to the Rodian as he spoke.
"I did do a job Delrakkin." Maybe he had and just said he didnt, or maybe it was just the fact that he had done so many that it was difficult to keep tract. The bounty hunter though wanted to get underway, and just wanted to finish this current job. He brought his arm up as he pushed open the lid on it, looking at the information before closing it as he looked back to the workers. Only a few of the wampas still remaining on his ship, the others already in cages.
Rasuk Mithren
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| Neese | Date: Thursday, 09 Jun 2011, 4:03 PM | Message # 6 |
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| Rasuk would return his glance to Neese to find the Rodian easing his hand away from the blaster at his hip, which he had reached for instinctively. He may have been acting as Njon's representative, but he would always consider himself, above all, a quick draw and a sure shot. His eyes remained narrowed, but he let his guard down once again, for now. Perhaps sensing that the laconic bounty hunter was in a hurry, he didn't follow up with any more conversation. "Right," he said. "Shouldn't be long now," he added, nodding to the Yagai workers, "They'll have this unloaded in no time, and then they're all yours. You'll find that they do that they're told."
Neese began to turn back to the direction from which he'd come, saying to Rasuk as he did so, "Give a call to flight control when you're good to go. They'll make sure you're clear." Indeed, when Rasuk was ready to depart, the tractor beams would hold other ships aside and clear a path for the Black Hole.
Neese
Hired Gun and Representative of Njon Anjiliac
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