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Amos in Space
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| Amos_Moses | Date: Sunday, 11 Dec 2011, 9:47 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Amos Moses had no particular desire to wake up from the stupor he'd been placed in courtesy of the Deralian commandos a few minutes, hours, or perhaps days ago. The commandos and at least a quart of moonshine that Remus had brewed at Garang's water treatment plant, as he was known to do. But sooner or later, Amos came to. Ever productive even in his sleep, he'd accumulated his self an impressive puddle of drool on the floor. His notoriously tight jeans chafed somethin' fierce, his feet ached in his boots, and his back was sore from where the Deralians had shot him, but it was nothing compared to the time he'd woken up the morning after he'd tried to climb on top of old man Higgs' barn and piss on top of his herd of nerf—this seeming like a good idea at the time—and passing out somewhere in the middle of the endeavor and fell from the roof and onto the bed of Higgs' truck, where he was found the next morning in a shallow pool of his own pee.
He groaned. Now he was mad. "All right turds, better tell me where I is or I ain't goin' be pleasant company, tell you what," he called out.
Corporal Amos "Two-Sheds" Moses
The Garang Irregulars
People's Front of Dantooine
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| Cesare_Greco | Date: Sunday, 18 Dec 2011, 1:12 AM | Message # 2 |
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| ((I'll be posting on this in a few hours, just give me some time for the painkillers to wear off...)) Added (18 Dec 2011, 1:12 AM)
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The cargo hold of the ship he was placed in had been modified for use as a prisoner cell. Amos would find himself restrained in a metal chair, the accompanying metal restraints possibly beginning to noticeably rub against the skin of his wrists. After several trajectory changes and course corrections, they were floating... in deep space. Not a soul had a chance of tracking them, or finding them. Once they were comfortable, they came to a stop and prepared for the interrogation. The entire time, the room had been kept dark, with no lights within the room. This would be shattered by the activation of a high-beam light source a few feet above Amos' head, accompanying which was the final whirring of the activation of several electronic instruments.
Most likely being temporarily blinded, and in pain, from the welcome; he would be unaware of the entrance of a group of men, other than the audible opening of the door to the room and their footsteps. Soon a chair slammed in front of Amos, and a man sat down. The work of the other three could be heard. The man sitting in front of him kept himself at the edge of the light beam. "You are in space, Mr. Moses. And while you may be an unpleasant guest, I can be an much more unpleasant host. Unless you tell me what I want to know, in which case, you will be freed from your current situation, without harm, at the quickest possibility. Are we of an understanding?" asked the man.
Major Cesare Greco
Deralian Special Forces
First Commando Group
Commanding Officer, Alpha Company
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| Amos_Moses | Date: Thursday, 05 Jan 2012, 7:57 PM | Message # 3 |
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| "This is mighty scary," Amos said unconvincingly. The room, the chair, the light—the theater of it all was not lost on Amos, not a man known for his appreciation of performance art, either. But because it was cliche didn't mean it wasn't dangerous, and Amos wouldn't be telling the truth if he said it wasn't at all scary. Fortunately for him, perhaps, and fortunately for Deralians, he intended to tell the truth. He said as much, too; "You're goin' 'bout this all wrong," he told the Deralian he could see as well as those he couldn't, "This here ain't country. Hell, find me in a good mood at Jimbo's and buy me a beer and I'll tell you all you want to hear, and then some. Some says the trick is gettin' me to stop talkin', and boy howdy, I reckon they may be right!" He stomped his boot in amusement, the gesture causing him some amount of pain. He cleared his throat. "But truth be told, I'd settle for some water."
"So what's this all about?" he asked, squinting into the dark. "You Imperials?" He pronounced the word 'Imperial' in a vowelless morass that sounded how most would pronounce the word 'squirrel.' "If this is about the guns, I find 'em and I sell 'em and there ain't nothin' more to it. If it's about the drugs, I don't know 'bout the drugs, y'hear? Ask Remus 'bout that. Ask him 'bout the moonshine, too. I don't know nothin' 'bout that. And what about that water, huh? I'm dyin' here. No thanks to you boys. What'd you shoot me with, anyhow?" Even now, Amos didn't pass up an opportunity to talk about guns.
Corporal Amos "Two-Sheds" Moses
The Garang Irregulars
People's Front of Dantooine
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| Cesare_Greco | Date: Sunday, 15 Jan 2012, 10:56 PM | Message # 4 |
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| As he sat, he stared at Amos; unblinking and emotionless expression being the dominant characteristics of his glare. "Water." he said. To which a straw was presented to Amos for consumption of a drink of water. It would not be laced, despite initial thought to do so. Instead, good, ole' fashioned intimidation was the name of the game. It appeared, however, Amos was going to cooperate. After a moment of awkward silence, once Amos briefly stopped talking and was allowed to drink, the silence continued. He let the tension fill the air, before speaking once more. "You were shot with a stun blast from a BlasTech Industries DC-17 Hand Blaster, Commando variant." he said, referring to the model with the longer blaster barrel, rather than the shorter barrel variant that, while the original design, did not see prominence until mid-way into the Clone Wars.
He nodded to Amos after speaking, before doing so again. "We are Imperials. We are looking into the claims of terrorists residing on your world. Are you a terrorist, Mr. Moses?" the man asked. Before Amos could answer, he spoke again. "I hope I don't have to say this, but because I am a kind man, I will. You lie, harm will be inflicted upon you. You tell the truth, you will be safe. Tell us what we want to know, and you will be set free. Don't tell us what we want to know, and you will die." he said, laying out the rules of the conversation. Out of his ability to see were several individuals watching him who were trained in non-assisted lie detection. Were they to believe he was lying, a signal would be given.
Major Cesare Greco
Deralian Special Forces
First Commando Group
Commanding Officer, Alpha Company
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| Amos_Moses | Date: Friday, 20 Jan 2012, 10:15 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Amos didn't mean no disrespect but he couldn't help but laughing some when the Deralian asked him if he was a terrorist. He kept it down when he noticed the man wasn't kidding though, and let him speak his peace. Still, he couldn't let the Deralian's threats by him without a brand on the hind. "A 'kind man,' sure," Amos said, "I'm sure them tatoos o' yers say what a nice fella y'are, and you never gave a man a beatin' with them muscles o' yers. Well Amos Moses had his share o' beatins, son, in case you can't tell from my good looks. I don't scare easy. Carnivorous snails scare me some. Dantooin' creepers, too. You don't scare me none." He shrugged as best he could with the restraints limiting his movement. "But it don't matter, 'cause I'm as pro-Imperial as anyone and I'll do what I can for you boys. Don't know if I'm goin' tell you what you 'want to hear,' unless the truth's what you want to hear, 'cause I'm goin' tell you the truth and the truth is I ain't no turrist."
There'd be no sign of deception from Amos Moses. He was a simple man who weren't no good at lyin'. Academically, the question wasn't well put because no terrorist would call himself a "terrorist," but as it happened, Amos Moses didn't fit the description, either. He spent most of his time in his shack at Pickens' Point producing methamphetamines. That and the time he spent drunk and high and making appearances at Garang's various barbecues and hootenannies didn't leave a lot of time for terrorism. "Is this about them Separatists done shot up Eel's barbecue a couple seasons back?" Amos asked, then hocked a loogie that landed on the durasteel floor with a phlegmy splash somewhere in the dark.
Corporal Amos "Two-Sheds" Moses
The Garang Irregulars
People's Front of Dantooine
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| Cesare_Greco | Date: Saturday, 28 Jan 2012, 0:37 AM | Message # 6 |
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| "It is," he said with not further clarification. He was however, referring to the Separatists. "Tell me about the Garang Irregulars, and the People's Front of Dantooine. What is their purpose? What is their mission? Who are their leaders?" he asked. He maintained an aura of calm as he questioned the man. He didn't quite like his orders, and he was sure that his team was going to become a political football down the road. Unfortunately, part of his mission was to interrogate one of the suspected terrorists, and unfortunately, thanks to some inexplicably watchful individual, he had to do this off-world. He had half a mind to dump the man into the deep space near the closest star and be done with it, but he also had orders to keep the man alive.
Major Cesare Greco
Deralian Special Forces
First Commando Group
Commanding Officer, Alpha Company
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| Amos_Moses | Date: Friday, 17 Aug 2012, 11:12 PM | Message # 7 |
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| "Hell, son, the Garang Irregulars is a bucket brigade. You hear 'bout that fire at that Deralian place a week or so back? It was the Garang Irregulars done put it out and saved the Romano family. But you don't hear the the Deralians talkin' 'bout that none. Romano's the one kept them illegals in his basement. He's got nobody but his self to blame for that." Amos shook his head in disgust, then shrugged (again, as best he could considering the restraints). "Don't know no People's Front," he said, "Jammy Tiure's who you want to talk to. Heads up the Chamber, knows all the movers n' shakers on Dantooin'. But, ah," he grinned a toothy grin minus a tooth here and there, "I suggest you ask him nice, since it's goin' take a hundred of you boys to bundle him into this here ship. Jambo's a Hutt, you see. He ain't as dainty as ol' Amos Moses." He then belched impressively, the sound of it reverberating in the small room for a good minute.
"'ppreciate the water," Amos said, "That there's mighty human of ya. Now how 'bout we lose these here restraints so I can get my boots off, hey? Ain't country, tyin' me up like this. It ain't like I got any place to run to, neither."
Corporal Amos "Two-Sheds" Moses
The Garang Irregulars
People's Front of Dantooine
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