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In the Chuzalla System
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| Thesh | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 7:30 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Thesh might not have had the largest pirate organization, but it was the largest in the Tammuz Sector and he had a habit of knowing what went on throughout it, from Deralia to Shola and, of course, Chuzalla—the planet that he and his organization called home (that is, when Moff Levi's fleet wasn't blockading it as it did from time to time). He knew enough, thus, to put together the fact that Qual was here on Chuzalla. Zallakesh, the capital of Chuzalla, was typical of an Outer Rim city constructed around its spaceport; grey buildings with unimaginative architecture, with mean streets between them crawling with an unsavory lot of criminals, drug dealers, and in this case, pirates. For Qual would come to notice eventually that he was being followed by a certain Weequay, dressed in typical spacer's garb, and a surly Herglic. The Weequay had a pistol at his hip, the Herglic was armed with, if nothing else, his arms. Those were enough to deter most of the criminals on the street.
The duo followed Qual discreetly, but didn't seem to be making much of an effort not to be noticed. The Weequay, especially, had an expression on his wrinkled face as if trying to identify what species Qual was, and whether he was, in fact, who Thesh thought he was.
Thesh
Pirate, Captain of the Bloodlust
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 7:46 PM | Message # 2 |
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| Qual wasnt in the best of moods at that moment, his rage and anger already filling his head as he noticed the duo trailing him. It was clear that they weren't trying to hide themselves, nor was Qual wanting to put up with it. It was a good thing though that those who had just stolen his ship and killed his crew hadn't realized their mistake. In a swift movement Qual hit his hand against his right thigh, a compartment on his armor popping open as he spun around and drew a blaster pistol. Firing a single bolt in front of the two who had decided to follow him. In a normal tone, his voice often sounded like the gravelly Selkath voice, yet, now with anger, it was more forceful and darker.
"That was a warning shot, the next one goes between your eyes." Qual quickly spun the weapon in his hand before holstering it, the compartment closing as he turned around. He wanted nothing to do with anyone right now, just to leave this planet, or find someone that would be willing and had no problem dealing with the corrupt heads of the Tammuz Sector.
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| Thesh | Date: Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011, 7:46 PM | Message # 3 |
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| In that case, Qual had found the right man. Or Weequay, rather. Shooting at him wasn't the best way to make nice, of course, but Thesh understood that in this business, misunderstandings could happen. Even so, he and the Herglic would take no chances, instinctively spreading apart to be 2 targets, rather than 1. Both of them had blasters on Qual in an instant, too. Thesh, his blaster pistol. The Herglic, a bi polar blaster carbine—a large, mean weapon that looked like a toy in his large, mean hands. Even so, he looked like he wanted to use it. Thesh didn't, however. "Whoa there, friend," he said, holding out a hand in a 'Stop' gesture. His brow furrowed, then, as a thought occurred to him. "No pun intended," he added, with a wry glance to the Herglic. Then back to Qual, serious again. "I know who you are, and I know you don't have any friends here," he said, "Doesn't need to be that way if you keep that piece of yours in it's holster." He lowered his own pistol, tentatively, and the Herglic did the same. Thesh nodded to Qual, "Let's talk, hey?"
Thesh
Pirate, Captain of the Bloodlust
Message edited by Thesh - Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011, 7:50 PM |
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011, 7:57 PM | Message # 4 |
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| "Unless you have a way to get me out of this sector and find someone willing enough to burn it, then you're no use to me." He looked over his shoulder as he spoke before he stepped forward. Leaving heavy prints in the soft dirt of the road. He wasnt in the mood to deal with two people, not at this moment. He wanted off the world, he wanted to find someone that would have no problem using the more hazardous weapons he had back at his base. The kind that many wouldnt even think of using, including a few relics from the Clone Wars that where outlawed because of their destructive force. Yet for Qual, he didnt care, if it was deployed on any world in the Tammuz Sector, he could care less. He continued to walk until he found a cantina, pushing open the doors as he stepped inside and walked towards the bar.
It was then that he saw the newspaper on the bar. One calling him a murder and rapist. His anger already boiling, now that fat slug that printed this paper cause the pot to boil over. In a quick single movement he threw the paper up into the air, the compartment on his thigh shooting open as he drew his blaster pistol. The quick succession tearing it apart. It was then a swift movement as he spun around, any paper in the room was burning now. Many of the people staring as they saw the sheer anger on this unknown species face.
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| Thesh | Date: Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011, 8:27 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Chuzalla wasn't a place you fired a gun in a bar. In an instant, blasters were drawn throughout the room, most of them pointed at Qual. (Not all, however. With Chuzalla rended by criminal factionalism—the nuances of which Qual couldn't hope to understand, having just arrived here—bars were places of tenuous truce, a truce too often broken in a fit of alcoholic rage. In this case, at the first shot of a blaster, the entire place threatened to erupt not just at Qual, but at each other. But mostly Qual, the perceived threat.) A tense silence descended on the room. No one breathed. But just as fingers were tensing on triggers and it seemed the remaining air in the room was about to be eaten up with blaster fire, a voice came from the door. Thesh's voice. "Chess ko, mikyuna," he said in Huttese, "Pasta mo rulya. Yanee dah poo noo." Blasters began to lower, tentatively. Thesh said something else involving the words "ootmian" and "wermo," prompting chuckles throughout the room. The blasters would be put away, as long as Qual, once again, kept his out of sight.
Thesh and his Herglic friend, who had taken their time following Qual to the cantina, made their way to the bar as conversation resumed throughout the room. The Herglic kept an eye out for trouble, while Thesh took up a seat beside Qual. "You know, you don't make it easy to help you," he said. "Let me tell you how it is here. The planet's called Chuzalla, but as you might have noticed just now, it might as well be called Theshooine. And I'm Thesh." Indeed, it was apparent that he commanded a certain amount of respect on this planet. "As I said," he went on, "I know who you are, 'friend,' and I suggest you let me help you. How about I start with a drink?" he asked, waving down the bartender, "Since I doubt he left you with any money. What's your pleasure?" he gestured to the bartender and said "It's on me" in Huttese.
Thesh
Pirate, Captain of the Bloodlust
Message edited by Thesh - Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011, 8:29 PM |
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011, 8:44 PM | Message # 6 |
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| Qual didnt seem to care about the blasters pointed at each of those in the room, including himself. When it was settled down he looked over his shoulder before looking back forward again. He didnt care for a drink, yet if he had to, it would be what he wanted, not the swill from a simple bar in the outer rim. His hand pressed against his left thigh, a second compartment opening. This one though had no weapon, only a bottle. He pulled it from its resting place as he set it on the bar. The bottle was a dull pink in color as Qual pulled down a glass from behind the bar. He examined the glass closely, blowing the thin layer of dust out of it before he wiped it clean.
"Blossom Wine. A rare wine from Naboo. Too bad they weren't smart enough to find the compartments, even if they did, they were both locked." Qual laughed, this single bottle resting on the bar, unopened, was the single most thing he had on him that was worth anything. "A bottle of this wine is very expensive. I know I shouldnt boast about this out here, yet this single bottle is worth as much as one of those damned missiles that was stolen from me, and I plan on drinking it."
In a single movement he pulled the quark from the bottle, pouring the wine into the glass and drinking it in a single movement. Once more pouring another glass as he looked straight ahead. "I want this Sector burned. If you can not or are not willing to do so. Then you're not the person I want to speak with."
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| Thesh | Date: Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011, 9:57 PM | Message # 7 |
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| The mechanical whirring of Qual's armor demanded everyone's attention, once again. But no one minded when it turned out to be a bottle of wine and not a gun. No one except the bartender, whose eyes widened incredulously and who then shot a glare at Thesh as if to say 'What's with this guy?' It was, of course, incredibly rude to bring your own liquor to a bar. No doubt this wouldn't bother Qual, but Thesh had intervened on his behalf once and, with a sigh, he did so again. He waved his finger in a circular motion—a round of drinks for everyone, on Thesh. The bartender nodded and moved away, reluctantly. The exchange was so subtle Qual might not have noticed it as he discussed his wine, but for the second time now Thesh had saved his life. This bartender was a big bastard who didn't mess around.
Thesh paused for a moment, then said to Qual sarcastically, "I won't have any, but thanks." He listened to Qual then, his face seeming to furrow even more than usual as he considered his words. "I am who you want to speak with," he replied, "If for no other reason, because I'm the one who's going to get you home. As for 'burning the sector,'" he paused. Thesh couldn't be sure precisely what 'burning the sector' meant, but it seemed safe to assume it was something bad. The Weequay glanced conspiratorially about the room. "I make my money in this sector," he told Qual, "I don't know what you're after exactly, but if it's Levi, I can work with you. If it's Mon Julpa, I can work with you. If it's Kybo Ren, I can definitely work with you. As long as there's something in it for me."
"Speaking of which," he went on, "Moff Levi just took your ship and you need a way off this planet. I have one or two you can use or even borrow, because the word is you're someone who can get his hands on, let's say, rare weapons. And wines, apparently—but I only drink Anjiliac wine, so it's the weapons that interest me. A fair deal, isn't it? A ship for some weapons, and if you can get your hands on the kind I'm looking for I'll even keep an ear open for how you want some of these weapons used in this sector."
Thesh
Pirate, Captain of the Bloodlust
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Wednesday, 15 Jun 2011, 10:05 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Qual brought the cup up as he took a drink before looking forward as he let a smirk cross his lips. "I have anything you could imagine. Of course if you're worried about what burning the sector means, it means simply that I wouldnt care if a couple of Hex or Nuclear missiles where thrown about." Qual let a devilish smirk cross his face again, the pure rage and anger showing in his face. "I have a store room in another Sector. Yet, its only one of many. Anything you can think of, its there." Qual set the glass down as he pressed the side of his thigh again, the compartment opening once more as he closed the bottle before he stood up and slid it into the compartment. The piece closing over as he looked to the bar tender then back to Thesh.
"I dont carry a catalouge on my person though. So if you want it, you'll need to come with me." He looked to his body guard that stood near Thesh as he looked back to him. "Dont worry, I wont do anything drastic, but I've already been screwed over in this Sector. If it happens again, this Sector wont be safe." Qual looked to the door as he stepped forward, wanting to get off this planet already as he stepped outside. Waiting now on Thesh as he tapped his fingers across the armor on his thigh, the small clicking filling the air as he waited patiently.
He had weapons at his store house that most people couldnt even dream of. Even those that could believe, still often needed to see it with their own eyes.
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| Thesh | Date: Wednesday, 22 Jun 2011, 11:32 PM | Message # 9 |
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| Strangely, the first thought that occurred to Thesh, when Qual spoke of "burning the sector" with nuclear weapons, was his mother. She wouldn't've approved of Thesh doing such things. Piracy was one thing. Murder too, when it needed doing. But mass murder? Thesh would need to sleep on it. But that didn't mean that, in the meantime, he wasn't willing to listen to Qual or even have a look at his inventory. This was all going a bit fast for the Weequay's taste—he preferred to get a feel for who he was working with and whether he could trust him, whereas Qual, it seemed, preferred to work fast. He couldn't help but think it was this that led to Qual's encounter with Moff Levi. But if Qual had the access to weapons he was rumored to have, and that he boasted of, it was worth taking a chance.
Not with Thesh's own life, however. He gestured to the Herglic. "Lawrence will go with you," he explained, "I'm needed in the Tammuz Sector, I'm afraid." The Herglic—who, despite his convincingly ominous demeanor, was actually a nervous wreck most of the time—shot a panicked glare at Thesh, who waved him off. He continued, "As a gesture of good faith, I'll loan you a Wayfarer-class for as long as you need it. Within reason, that is. My resources aren't unlimited like yours apparently are, and I'll need it back if Levi blockades Chuzalla again."
Thesh
Pirate, Captain of the Bloodlust
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