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Hot Damn, them Dantooin' Rebels is Ridin' Roughshod
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| Colonel_Le_Grange | Date: Tuesday, 27 Sep 2011, 11:14 PM | Message # 1 |
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| "Absolute silence leads to sadness," wrote Jean Jacques Rousseau, "It is the image of death." But there was nothing silent about the scene of imminent death—or, at least, the quite real possibility of it—unfolding on this night in Garang, the capital of Dantooine. The planet's rebels had been silent for some time as the ashes had settled on Alurion, the scene of a recent revolt against the Empire that had been crushed so brutally that even Le Grange and the boys had been disheartened, for the time being at least. But even though it took news from the Core a good day or so to find its way to Dantooin', even Le Grange couldn't help but notice the senator from Deralia trying to impose an Imperial garrison on Dantooin'. Vince and the boys didn't like it. No sir, not one bit. So it was, that over a few too many at Amos Moses' gamblin' shack a plan was hatched to send a message to the Deralian senator.
Near the Garang spaceport (a.k.a. Old Farmer Yates' landin' field) was the storefront and storehouse of Deralian Exports, Ltd. Owned by a Deralian national name of Romano who was known in Garang for his inability to hold his whiskey or his tongue, it was the logical target of Dantooine's animosity for the senator's proposal. Romano himself resided in a small apartment above the storefront, on the second floor. Thus, when a pickup pulled up anonymously to Deralian Exports, Ltd. in the dead of night and opened up from the flatbed with E-5 blaster rifles, planning to shoot out the store's windows, it did so with the reasonable assurance that Romano himself would be unhurt.
But as the blaster shots rang out through Garang and shattered the windows and walls inside the shop, and shattered the silence in the city, one of the boys got carried away and lobbed his bottle of moonshine inside, too. Dantooin' moonshine was strong enough to stun a bantha and was sure as a Sith's spitoon strong enough to set on fire, as it did by accident. As soon as the fire started to expand into the storehouse, the pickup made itself scarce, tearing across Yates' field and disappearing into the dark of the corn fields o'er thereabouts. Poor ol' Romano would find himself trapped in his upstairs apartment as his business burned below him. He might'a been ornery as a wet hen, but he didn't deserve to die and if Le Grange had his way, he'd make it out safe and sound.
Colonel Vincent Le Grange
The Garang Irregulars, The People's Front of Dantooine
(and owner of Le Grange Ranch, outside Garang)
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| Aldo_Romano | Date: Wednesday, 28 Sep 2011, 0:03 AM | Message # 2 |
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| Aldo Navarro Romano was a man in the business of making money. Anytime something needed off-world, he sent it. He refused to import a damn thing, no matter how much some redneck, in-bred hillbilly would want something, for it involved spending money, and Aldo Navarro Romano was a man who did not like spending money. Few knew his past, nor his family history, but while he proudly hailed his existence as a Deralian, with his shop being a small tribute to Deralia itself, he refused to return home, until he raised enough credits to buy his way, and his family's way, into nobility, and in turn take out the vile, hated Ulpius family, a group of nobles his family once worked for. Things went south, and the Ulpius' had screwed over the Romanos. It was a boring tale to most, but he and his immediate family could only settle on Dantooine, of all places.
Aldo was indeed asleep, until the noise from the blaster fire and shattering glass ripped him from his sleep. As it did his wife, and their two grand-daughters who were asleep in bed with them. His daughter soon ran into the room, wondering what was going on. "Padre, cosa sta succedendo?" came the frightened call, in their native tongue. It was perhaps a unique, if not odd, trait, in that the Deralians very commonly spoke their original language, Deralian, rather than Basic, although all did know it. Some of the nobles even continued to speak the ancient language, Mithran, in which a supermajority of all Deralian legal documents were printed in.
Aldo was content staying in bed and comforting his family, not willing to flare his well-known temper while in such life-threatening circumstances. This would change however, when the explosion occurred, and he instantly smelled profuse smoke. He got up out the bed, as quickly as he could, and ran down to the stairs, only to be blocked by a wall of flames. He closed the upstairs door to the staircase, in hopes that it would hold back the flame, and ran back to the bedroom, unsure of what to do next.
Aldo Navarro Romano
Owner, Deralian Exports, Ltd.
Member, Golden Eagle Merchant's Guild
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| Colonel_Le_Grange | Date: Saturday, 01 Oct 2011, 9:47 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Another duo of pickups tore down the earthen road alongside Yates' field to Deralian Exports, Ltd., this time delivering water and flame retardant instead of blaster fire. But here too, Le Grange and his boys were responsible. It wasn't unusual for them to show up so fast--as far as the militia knew, Le Grange's Irregulars were a bucket brigade. But it just so happened that, having caused the fire, Le Grange was the first to know about it. He stood in the bed of the lead pickup, one hand on his hat and the other clenching a handrail anxiously. The attack had gotten out of hand; the boys were supposed to send a message to the Deralians, not murder any of them. Le Grange was determined to make this right.
But as the pickups rumbled to a stop outside the burning storefront with their life saving cargo, a series of ominous cracks were heard from within as the fire began to splinter the supporting beams. It was an old structure, and Romano, as cheap with his home as he was with his whiskey, hadn't apparently fireproofed the place. Le Grange directed his boys to unload and assemble their equipment even as the building creaked and moaned and began to visibly buckle. It appeared they were too late...
Colonel Vincent Le Grange
The Garang Irregulars, The People's Front of Dantooine
(and owner of Le Grange Ranch, outside Garang)
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| Aldo_Romano | Date: Saturday, 01 Oct 2011, 10:29 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Below, in the basement of the store, several workers were attempting to extinguish the flames on the staircase desperately. All of them were also Deralian nationals who worked for Aldo, who in turn offered them free housing. From pouring what small amount of water they could get from a single sink, to going so far as attempting to urinate on the fire; anything that could possible get them out of there and to the backdoor that was right next to the door exiting the basement.
Upstairs, Aldo was frantically think when he began hearing the house begin to fall apart. He quickly resorted to desperation, and with silent command, he, his wife, and his daughter hurled the mattress to his bed through the bedroom window. Outside was a small overhang, the roof of which he stepped out onto, shoving the mattress down to the ground. He proceeded to help, first his grandchildren, then his daughter, followed by his wife, out of the window and then off the roof and onto the mattress; not even noticing the group around his storefront.
As the building fell, he jumped off the overhang, hitting the ground hard, missing the mattress. Sadly, the workers below in the basement, ran out of time. They were killed by the fire, and the entire building falling on top of them. There were ten of them, all between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five. All of them, Deralian. The girls wept, as he gathered them, now noticing the surrounding Dantooinians. He did nothing to them, but look at them with absolute hatred, as his entire life... everything he had or was, was eliminated in a single instant. Anything that he could possibly still claim, was used to barter transport back to Deralia. Once there, he would meet with the planet's leadership and tell them of his plight. He had no idea what would occur in retribution for this attack, but he wanted something.
Aldo Navarro Romano
Owner, Deralian Exports, Ltd.
Member, Golden Eagle Merchant's Guild
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| General_Eel | Date: Tuesday, 04 Oct 2011, 2:31 AM | Message # 5 |
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| The Militia fire engine turned up too late to arrest anyone (conveniently appearing as the mob left) but helped extinguish the blaze. Few locals were sympathetic to the Deralians, when the family asked where they would be rehomed they were brusquely told "Make a mud hole and put a tarpaulin over it, or better yet, go home. Ain't no handouts for offworlders here." by the Sergeant in charge of the firefighting unit.
One man did offer Aldo's wife and daughter a place to stay in exchange for certain.. favours.. this would likely be refused though.
General Trebor Eel
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Commanding General of the Khoonda Militia
Major General Retired
Ex-Quartermaster-General 187th Clone Legion
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