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Alyn_Stark

Date: Saturday, 29 Oct 2011, 11:31 PM | Message # 1

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The YZ-775 freighter broke atmosphere with little jolting. Having identified itself and transmitted its IFF, the Wandering Lady out of Tatooine, it moved towards Garang Spaceport, the field, with a cargo of assorted parts bound for Jamie's Bar and Grill. Official records of the boxes would show a number of speeder bike parts, speeder replacement items, such as engines and repulsor coils; a case of legally purchased C-10 Dragoneye Reaper blaster rifles and six other large crates of assorted pieces and parts. Inside them, unlisted on the manifest and split up between the boxes were six pit droids that held modified programming outside their normal parameters of operation.

Settling lightly upon the semi-scorched earth and cracked duracrete, the Wandering Lady's cargo access hate opened, allowing a rather rough-and-tumble crew to emerge. With a direct crew of eight and fourteen passengers, it would seem they traveled heavy. Three of the Six of the crew would remain unseen; three of them remaining at their posts within the weapons turrets and largely invisible, with the other three spread throughout the ship. The Captain, a one-eyed and rather large man now gone to fat by the name of Jolly Keldon and his Rodian first mate, Squint, were accompanied by the fourteen passengers; all spacers of a gathering of races: two Gamorreans, a Weequay, six humans, three Gran and four Rodians. Towards whatever passed for a customs station they would move, the captain clearly annoyed by the glances he shot at the passengers.

Alyn Stark
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Date: Sunday, 30 Oct 2011, 11:50 AM | Message # 2

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Jamie was out of town "takin' care 'o' business matters" (really seeing to the resupply of his Maurauder-class at the People's Front of Dantooine Deep Space base) but the bartender was at home at this hour, along with the chef and waitress as they served the lunch serving to Jamie's boys, generous portions of BBQ and steak being passed around. The chatter of voices and the plucking of a banjo could be heard across the fields.

At the landing field, a young man would prod the elderly "the General" Wayne "the General" Wayne from his sleeping position in a tub of tepid water, his legs dangling out of the tub, the Customs officer being dressed only in his draws but pulling on his peaked cap (and buckling on his blaster pistol) before approaching the landing vessel with the youngen "Elijah Jacobs" who was rather more formally dressed in an old clone trooper breastplate and helmet over his dungarees and t-shirt, the plates hanging off his scrawny and gangly frame, carrying in one hand a scanner, a blaster rifle slung around his shoulders around on his back.

"What'choo wants here? Y'all don't look local" spoke "the General" as water dripped from his soaked draws "Y'all ain't from Deralia is you?" he leered at one of the Gamorreans, giving one a respectful nod (like Hutts, Dantooinians respected girth) and the other a lascivious wink, lifting his hat to it "Mighty fine to meet such a fine lookin' lady, p'haps y'all would do me the honour of lettin' me buy you dinner sometime ma'am..".

Elijah (a rather serious young man, looking for a career in the new "Regular Militia"), ignoring the banter of "the General" made a cursory scan of the Hull and queried its manifest with the ships computer, just checking for permits etc, not finding any problems and giving a nod to the dripping obese customs man to signify things were in order.

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Date: Saturday, 05 Nov 2011, 3:18 PM | Message # 3

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The manifest would match up with the ship's computer; the cargo in itself, aside from carrying modified pit droids and aside for being bound for Jamulon Tiure, was completely what it appeared to be. Jolly Keldon approached the General and gave a brusque nod in greeting. "No, no. Not Deralia or any other place along the Rim, thank whatever gods may be. We're just here so these men can drop this package at your Hutt's place and be on our way. Frankly it's been a long trip." Looking around for a second, he leaned in rather close towards the older customs man, "One of the pig-men shat on the floor of the cargo hold. No decency whatsoever." Straightening up, he glared at the Gamorrean in particular before looking back to the pair of Dantooine natives. The Gamorrean in question did not even have the good grace to look ashamed.

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I shall likely invoke the four-day rule here soon, unless a post is made. ))

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Date: Sunday, 06 Nov 2011, 8:05 AM | Message # 4

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The Dantooinian with the crush on the Gammorean, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, emptied his bowels too, not sure if it might be some fancy offworld custom. "Happens to the best of us ma'am" he said, stepping forward and offering "her" his whiskey bottle. He then turned to the man who was not a Deralian.

"Ain't seen a Hutt around here.." the younger man stepped forward and whispered in the older man's ear "Oh, you mean Big Man Jamie? He ain't a Hutt izee? Ain't a Hutt no more than Morley Burrows out Saussisson Rouge way.."

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Alyn_Stark

Date: Sunday, 06 Nov 2011, 10:19 PM | Message # 5

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Sounds good. ))

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The Gamorrean, who was quite male and also not of the best upbringing, swatted the bottle away with a low and dangerous grunt before the second Gamorrean caught the arm of the first, firmly restraining what might have turned into the human letting loose more than his bowels and ending up as a nasty incident. Jolly Keldon cleared his throat nervously as he watched the exchange between the pair of Gamorreans, then turned back to the pair of odd Dantooine natives. "Yes, yes, I assure you that is correct. Jamulon Tiure, also known as Jamie the Hutt. He is the one these men have come to deliver the package too."

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Date: Sunday, 06 Nov 2011, 10:24 PM | Message # 6

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General shook his head "Win some you lose some!" he said with a laugh, turning away "There's one of his bars down the road from the landing strip, deliver it up there, y'hear?" stomping off to change his mucky draws.

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Date: Monday, 07 Nov 2011, 0:32 AM | Message # 7

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The fourteen passengers, on hearing the location of Jamie's place, would move back into the vessel that had brought them to Dantooine, alongside Squint and Jolly Keldon. Keldon had spent some years as a smuggler before becoming an honest ferryboat captain, or so he thought of himself. The fourteen sentients he had transported to Dantooine and would then take back to Nar Shaddaa were hard barves if he'd ever seen some, and he'd seen a few in his day. Aside from the Gamorreans and the Weequay, the rest had been a silent bunch, remaining in the cargo hold for most of the trip. This was where they emerged from now, piloting a pair of skiffs that hauled the heavy crates and eight of their number. Humming slightly, the skiffs disappeared down the road towards the bar. The remaining six promptly lounged about in the shade of Keldon's vessel, apparently workers at ease before a ride home, but in reality, they were assessing, visually, the defenses of Garang Field. Keldon's crew in the turrets had been paid a bit extra to look out for any cities or signs of travel from their higher vantage point. Landmarks were to be sought out and marked, as well as any other signs of habitation.

Down the road, the skiffs arrived at the front of Jamie's Bar and Grill, disgorging two of their number to saunter inside. "We've got a delivery for a Tiure fellow," one of them, a human, announced as he entered. "We were told he wasn't here, but we need him to sign, or someone with the authority to sign for him."

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Date: Monday, 07 Nov 2011, 1:06 AM | Message # 8

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The bartender, soaked in sweat from the heat of the kitchen (where a pot of gumbo boiled) stomped out to meet the people with a delivery "I can sign for Mr Tiure's packages, can I get y'all a drink?" he said, the sweat dripping down his six pack as he scratched his leg. It sure was a hot day out, the rainy season having passed and this boiling summer heat afflicting much of the population, he looked around distractedly to the clear skies, wishing for some cloud and rain.

At the distant end of the airfield there was a turret surrounded by a bank and trench. A few militiamen loitered around the turret, one with a hose making a mud pool in the trench for them to cool off in. One was sat in the top of the turret, on duty, smoking a cigar while the rest were either underground in the nearby dugout or stretched across the grass. The town itself had a plethora of defenses. The bar and grill was straight down the road from the landing strip and so there were no further defenses on the way, however, there were a couple of pickup trucks parked around, surly looking men making the most of the air conditioning and drinking as they kept a watch on. Outside the ship come-bar there were a few of Jamie's toughs lounging, with most of the boys inside under the fans.

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Date: Monday, 07 Nov 2011, 1:21 AM | Message # 9

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Part of the orders handed down had been to make no trouble if possible, or as little trouble as possible, with the Dantooine Militia. Dantooine was a ripe planet for several industries, all illegal, and it would do no good to upset the locals before any real foundations could be laid. The turret at the end of the airfield was marked, of course, as was the nearby town, but little detail was paid to said habitation area for it did not focus greatly as of yet into any of the plans.

Outside Jamie's Bar & Grill, the four men left in the hot sun eyes the toughs and their trucks casually. From first glance, one could mistake them for little more than farm boys who'd been up-jumped to thug status to work for Jamulon. While certain other, better-trained beings might have taken this in stride, the four on the cargo skiffs instead felt a swell of pride. True, on Nar Shaddaa, most of them were the equivalent to what these surly men were on Dantooine. The difference in their minds though, was that Nar Shaddaa was a tougher, more dangerous world which made them tougher, more dangerous men than Dantooine boys.

The pair who had dismounted, a Gran and a human, nodded their thanks in acceptance of the offered drink. "We appreciate it, friend," commented the human, whose accent would be so bland as to be untraceable, largely from the melting pot that was Nar Shaddaa. "Glad you can sign for these. They ain't perishable from what the manifest read. Some stuff for landspeeders. Power coils. Some extra junk. That locked case there contains some C-10 blaster rifles. If it wasn't for you, we might have been stuck here a good spell. Seems quiet enough though. Dantooine's a rather peaceful spot."

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Date: Monday, 07 Nov 2011, 1:45 AM | Message # 10

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The package would be signed for and put in one of the smaller sheds outside to be dispatched who knows where later. "Here ya go boys" spoke a waitress as she buzzed out on a hovver chair, she was considered a beauty thereabouts and was married to the bartender. Carrying in her lap a twelve pack of cool StoneKey Light, Jamie's Premier Brand.

The "superiority" of these city folk could be overestimated, these men had all had to work hard all their lives, lifting and scrapping from a young age, many serving in the Clone Wars when their world was invaded, many not just simple thugs, but hardened vets who simply took Jamie's food and ale in exchange for services rendered.. Sure they weren't gutter rats, but neither were the the farmboys people assumed.

After the people had left, they would likely have a furtle through the parts (as they were sent to Jamie, not any of his rebel soubriquets) and check them against the books, breaking open the locked case with an Astromech droid and one of the smarter kids (an "idiot servant" or summin'), the blaster rifles then being sold in a gun store Jamie owned the land rent from and the parts, likewise. Ain't no point in keepin' surplus.

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Date: Monday, 07 Nov 2011, 2:56 PM | Message # 11

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Taking stock of visible numbers of Jamie's men and assets, the four men outside were content to wait until the pair who had gone in returned. Of the pair inside, the human gave the waitress, not that she was anything beautiful in his eyes, a nod of thanks. "Much appreciated ma'am. My boys will appreciate this." With a nod farewell, the two sentients returned outside to their now-lighter skiffs and zoomed off, heading back to Garang Field where they would presumably load back up onto the Wandering Lady and depart Dantooine.

Things would be slightly more problematic for those who opened the crates. The blaster rifles themselves had not been damaged or disabled in any way, but in the stock of each was set a micro-transmitter, designed to pulse once per month for two years, starting one month from their first use. This was the infiltration team's method of following higher orders: to see who held on to the rifles and where they went and so to form more information about Tiure.

The crates containing parts were simply that: spare parts that could be sold or utilized with no issue. The pit droids, however, were another matter. Folded up and compact, they might or might not be overlooked by the searchers, but it was unlikely. If the droids were simply put for sale without hitting their activators to check them, a certain set of actions would occur when and if they were purchased. If instead, the Dantooinians within Jamie's place activated them to test them out, a different set of actions would follow.

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Date: Monday, 07 Nov 2011, 11:14 PM | Message # 12

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The fancy blasters would (signal sent or not, Jamie didn't care) just sold to civilians in the city. New blasters were popular and they would sell out in a couple of days, this made it a little stressful for stark as these pulses would now just be tracking farmboys, but Jamie's men were by all appearances farmboys too - a bit of a dichotomy really. While he was a trader, Jamie was (first and foremost) a criminal, and the universe generally did not just deliver gifts to such men, and if people were shifting stock to you for little cost it was probably stolen, hence the weapons and parts would be sold on to the general population.

As for the pit droids, they didn't rightly trust droids on Dantooine anyway (after the invasion) the pit droids would be taken down to Jimbo "No-hat" Bird at the old fitters (one of Jamie's old boys and the man who had come closest to out-eating him in the eat-off the previous year) to see if he wanted to buy them.. appropriately he would take one out of the container and give it a tap to see what it did..

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Date: Wednesday, 16 Nov 2011, 10:21 AM | Message # 13

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The fact was less of tracking individual weapons than tracking their location. The fact that all remained on Dantooine was something that told the tracker, who was not Stark but a man simply contracted for the purpose of monitoring the weapons, a certain fact that he passed on to another man who was another link in the pyramid chain. If nothing else, Stark was better able to prepare for his future bid of a criminal organization on Dantooine by this measure; it meant that Jamie was not trying to give gifts away to others offworld, and the blasters were no cheap gift.

Jimbo Bird would find himself faced with six folded up pit droids. Upon activating the one, it popped upwards and gave a chitter. Inside, though, the processor that 'saw' through the droid's eyes recognized that this man was not Jamulon Tiure. The job that had been done on the droids was, unfortunately, not as good as it should have been, which is to say, not as good as Stark had expected for the money his agents had paid. Instead of falling back to default programming, the assassination protocol and remote activation transmitter came to the fore. While five other pit droids popped up as one, the first, within only a second or two of activation, would hurl itself with surprising speed at Jimbo Bird, the closest 'threat,' where its sharpened hands would spin like a chainsaw, slashing one way and another to tear the man to shreds. Any others within the room would likely be under attack by one or more of the other droids rather quickly.

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It would appear that the droids had the advantage of surprise over Jimbo, as well as the others within the room. These unfortunates were ripped apart brutally; terribly, before they could so much as cry for help or sound an alarm. With the examination room bereft of human life, the droids, their programming already malfunctioning, scattered out the rear of the shop. Any beings they came across, man, woman, child, dog, would be immediately attacked and shredded to the best of their abilities, which were quite impressive. It would now be up to the local militia or perhaps the locals themselves to put down the rampaging droids.

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Date: Wednesday, 16 Nov 2011, 12:21 PM | Message # 14

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Fortunately, everyone and their dog on Dantooine carried a blaster. The screams of the kid, dog and woman would lead local militiamen and even some of Jamie's toughs out into the street. Seeing the freaky little things had gone nuts, the Dantooinians would have at the droids with their blaster rifles and a couple with heavy bars and wrenches.

A couple would undoubtedly sustain injuries, some of them severe, but eventually the droids would be bludgeoned to death and blaster apart.

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Date: Wednesday, 16 Nov 2011, 12:30 PM | Message # 15

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And indeed, the terrible little malfunctioning droids would be destroyed. The question now though was whether or not the Dantooine natives would care enough why or where they came from, or if Jamie even cared enough. To him, it might be obvious that the droids had been sent to him, hence an assassination. Depending on the level of destruction that had been meted out to the droids, certain signatures would be present if one looked; methods of reprogramming primarily, that would point to a slicer on Nar Shaddaa.