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Journey to Dantooine
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| Marten_Flagg | Date: Sunday, 22 Jan 2012, 7:53 AM | Message # 1 |
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| Marten Flagg, having paid his court fees and fines, was less than pleased with how events in the Mandate had turned out. Fortunately, the remaining casinos on Arcan IV were still pulling in good revenue; thank the universe for mild corruption and people enjoying gambling. Today though, he was not on Arcan IV, he was about to land on Dantooine, where he was expecting a meeting with Jamulon Tiure. Flagg was no stranger to some of the names within the criminal underworld, and of all beings, Tiure seemed the most obvious; hiding in plain sight. It was what made it seem as if Dantooine was a good place to expand a casino to.
The shuttle Flagg traveled upon was registered to Silver Pendant, and it deposited him at Garang Field, where as expected, there should be a transport to take him to the home or business place of the Hutt whom he was to contact.
Owner, Silver Pendant Casino chain
Overseer of operations, Cronese Mandate
Overseer of operations, Tion Sector & Raioballo Sector
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| Jamie_the_Hutt | Date: Sunday, 22 Jan 2012, 5:31 PM | Message # 2 |
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| A small child sat at the edge porch of a small store perched next to the "Comms Shack"/outhouse used by old man Slapp to "monitor" the incoming and outgoing traffic.
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| Marten_Flagg | Date: Sunday, 22 Jan 2012, 5:42 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Spotting the small child, Flagg, who traveled with a pair of 'aides' coughed slightly in the dust that had been thrown about by the shuttle's landing. This backwoods world contrasted with his sharp suit; he was not quite used to this level of... simplicity. Nonetheless, a Silver Pendant here could make it big. "You, lad, would you like to make five credits? Get on the horn to someone who can give me a limo to Jamulon Tiure's place of business, please!"
Owner, Silver Pendant Casino chain
Overseer of operations, Cronese Mandate
Overseer of operations, Tion Sector & Raioballo Sector
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| Jamie_the_Hutt | Date: Sunday, 22 Jan 2012, 5:51 PM | Message # 4 |
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| The child just sat placidly strumming his banjo before giving a single high note. Hearing the words of the fancy foreigner an old man came out of the mouldering store and looked at Marten through his single eye. "Tires? Don't have no tires, friend." he said, his hand carassing the droid blaster which hung by his side "Reckon you needs Garang fir tires. You been touchin' yung Cletus?" he said gesturing to the boy.
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| Marten_Flagg | Date: Sunday, 22 Jan 2012, 6:14 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Flagg's face creased in disgust as he looked from the old man to the odd young boy and shook his head. "Not my thing, sir. Not hardly. Give me a fine casino lady any day. Well, as it stands, I have need of some form of transport. Can you perhaps acquire something for me? Credits are more than willing here, and I have a business meeting to attend to with one of your better-known citizens. You've heard of Jamulon Tiure, yes? Jamie the Hutt?"
Owner, Silver Pendant Casino chain
Overseer of operations, Cronese Mandate
Overseer of operations, Tion Sector & Raioballo Sector
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| Otis | Date: Sunday, 22 Jan 2012, 6:30 PM | Message # 6 |
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| A moment passed, and the dust had begun to settle when a speeder truck came along and kicked it up again, drawing everyone's attention as it rounded the shed and came to a stop—with a Bang! from its engine—between Flagg and his "aides" on the one side and Slapp and Cletus in the comms shed on the other. The dust did a number on Flagg's suit, much to the amusement of old Slapp, no doubt.
The truck was a newer model but had seen a lot of use, with mud crusted on its underside from the storms that hit Garang recently. The bed of the truck was full of something or other, perhaps hay or manure, and had a canvas tarp covering it. Inside sat one man with a mighty fine hat who looked at Flagg with a shitfaced grin as he rolled down his mud spattered window. "Howdy friend," he said to Flagg, then told him, "You need a ride. Jambo's waitin'." He leaned over and opened the passenger side door, which opened with a rusty moan. "Climb in," the man said, "Weathers' the name. Otis Weathers."
He glanced in Slapp's direction. "You hear that?" he called out to him, "You and yer boy best go on inside now if you know what's good for you."
Otis Robespierre Weathers
Outlaw
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| Jamie_the_Hutt | Date: Sunday, 22 Jan 2012, 6:34 PM | Message # 7 |
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| Slapp whacked Cletus across the back of the head. "Get gone inside boy" he said as the youth scremed and ran inside. "Didn't see nothin' of you boss." he said knuckling his forehead to the man, a feared face on Dantooine. And retired inside from his porch, it looked like rain out and he wasn't keen to tangle with one of the meaner sumbitches on Dantooin'.
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| Marten_Flagg | Date: Sunday, 22 Jan 2012, 8:22 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Brushing dust from his expensive suit with all the dignity he could muster, Flagg coughed a few times and straightened. "Mr. Weathers, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I appreciate the timely arrival of your ride. Gentlemen, seat yourselves wherever possible." Climbing in, he would likely be squished slightly as one of his hulking aides settled in with him while the second would take a backseat, were one available or, barring that, the truck bed itself.
Owner, Silver Pendant Casino chain
Overseer of operations, Cronese Mandate
Overseer of operations, Tion Sector & Raioballo Sector
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| Otis | Date: Sunday, 22 Jan 2012, 9:45 PM | Message # 9 |
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| "Ain't room in the back," Otis said as first one of Flagg's aides and then Flagg himself piled into the truck. It was a tight fit indeed. "The more the merrier, but it looks like your friend's gonna need to stay behind. I reckon that's a good idea, in fact; nothin' to be afeared of in Garang but even so I wouldn't leave that there ship by its lonesome. There's outlaws in these parts from time to time." Otis fired up the repulsorlifts and nudged the brim of his hat up his brow a ways. "Shall we?" Assuming Flagg would be comfortable minus one of his toughs for the short drive to Jamulon's townhouse—or was it the chamber of commerce? A short drive either way (Garang wasn't that big)—the truck would begin to sputter its way up the earthen road into the city proper. There wasn't a three-story building to be seen anywhere; the tallest structure in the city was the water tower, on which someone done scrawled the words "Where's Amos?"
Otis glanced at the "aide" seated next to him up and down, then leaned forward and did the same with Flagg. "That's a fine getup you got there," he said, and looked back at the street as he continued talking. "Heard you say you liked casinos, too. Got a lot of money to throw around in casinos, do you Mister, ah... ?" He invited Flagg to introduce himself.
Otis Robespierre Weathers
Outlaw
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| Marten_Flagg | Date: Monday, 23 Jan 2012, 7:33 AM | Message # 10 |
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| Giving a nod to instruct one of the toughs to stay with the ship, Flagg and his other walking muscle piled in with Otis. As they drove through Garang, Flagg looked around with slight apprehension. If he were to build a Silver Pendant here, it would be the largest structure in the city; or at least the tallest. They may not look too kindly upon that, but he supposed he could just spread it out. "Who is Amos?" He murmured as he saw the sign, not too loud, but not under his breath either.
"Flagg, Mr. Weathers, and thank you. I make the best impression I can when meeting for business deals. As for a lot of money to throw into casinos?" Flagg chuckled. "I have much less than I once did, thanks to the love and generosity of the Cronese Mandate. Fortunately, it's not a total loss. Those poor oppressed people."
Owner, Silver Pendant Casino chain
Overseer of operations, Cronese Mandate
Overseer of operations, Tion Sector & Raioballo Sector
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| Otis | Date: Tuesday, 24 Jan 2012, 5:01 PM | Message # 11 |
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| "I've heard that said," Otis said, nodding to himself as the speeder continued up Dantooine's main drag faster than it probably should. Jamulon's compound slipped past and receded behind them. The chamber of commerce was up the road. "Rain's comin'," Otis remarked after a moment, glancing at the ominous clouds approaching Garang and the deserted streets of the city. Otis looked back at Flagg's 'aide.' "So you're a tough, I reckon?" he asked. "Don't mean nothin' by it, just don't see a bonafide bodyguard 'round these parts too often. You must be an important man there, Mr. Flagg. What's yer name, friend?" he asked the bodyguard, "And what gun you partial to? Ever-body and their grandmammy's got a gun on Dantooin'. I'm partial to an SE-14 myself."
Otis Robespierre Weathers
Outlaw
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| Marten_Flagg | Date: Tuesday, 24 Jan 2012, 5:54 PM | Message # 12 |
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| "Mr. Grimm does not speak, I've learned," Flagg mentioned after a brief moment, examining the rain clouds through the windshield. "When he and I first met, he would not say a word, simply signed things. I've never quite looked into where he came from or how he came to be where he was when I found him... but he has been an invaluable aide, both in business and protection. Mr. Grimm favors the Enforcer and the C-10 for ranged weaponry. Far too large for a gentleman's tastes, I believe. As for being important... well, hardly Mr. Weathers. But the owner of a chain of casinos cannot be too careful.
"I cannot say I've had the pleasure of firing the SE-14, but it received good reviews in some places. Yet again another weapon I've not fired."
Owner, Silver Pendant Casino chain
Overseer of operations, Cronese Mandate
Overseer of operations, Tion Sector & Raioballo Sector
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| Otis | Date: Tuesday, 24 Jan 2012, 9:03 PM | Message # 13 |
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| "Grimm, huh?" Otis laughed and shook his head. He floored it and picked up more speed, perhaps wanting to hasten the end of the conversation; it was reasonably safe to do so with no one out on the street. Outside, the buildings became more sparse and trees more common. "I bet you're a man of taste, Mr. Flagg. You care for a cigar? I'm goin' have one myself, I reckon. Reach into that there compartment and hand me my matches and I'll hand you a cigar, the finest in the sector I'm told."
Otis Robespierre Weathers
Outlaw
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| Marten_Flagg | Date: Tuesday, 24 Jan 2012, 10:11 PM | Message # 14 |
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| "A cigar would hit the spot, but I fear I've had to give them up. More than glad enough to get you the matches good sir." Reaching into the aforementioned compartment, Flagg, who had indeed noted the diminishing buildings about them, asked rather easily, "And where are we getting to? I figured Mr. Tiure would have a place around the local parts of town. No offenses intended, Mr. Weathers, but I'm not familiar with Dantooine after all."
Owner, Silver Pendant Casino chain
Overseer of operations, Cronese Mandate
Overseer of operations, Tion Sector & Raioballo Sector
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| Otis | Date: Tuesday, 24 Jan 2012, 10:33 PM | Message # 15 |
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| Otis reached into his coat for a cigar, ostensibly. As soon as Flagg leaned forward to look in the glove compartment Otis pulled the trigger on his SE-14, the laser burning through his coat, into Mr. Grimm's neck, and out the other side of the poor man's head above the ear. Otis pulled the pistol free of his coat and in plain sight, aimed now at Flagg as Otis divided his attention between the road and his apparent hostage. The speeder truck was moving fast enough now it would be life-threatening to jump out. Garang disappeared behind them. "I can tell you ain't familiar with Dantooin'," Otis said, smiling, "Else you'd a'heard of Otis Weathers." Yes, Otis Weathers and his brother, Willis—notorious outlaws of Dantooine.
"I ain't representin' Jambo, mind," Otis explained, "Just heard you talkin' him up at Slapp's field and, well, that suit of yers sure is fancy. I reckoned there's somebody goin' pay plenty in ransom for you, Mr. Flagg. And if you ain't the grandaddy of all liars it looks like I was right. Nothin' personal, y'understand." Mr. Grimm slumped between them—Otis nudged the corpse to Flagg's side of the cab as he picked up speed. "If you change yer mind on that cigar, I got 'em in the compartment there. That weren't no lie. Stole 'em from a preacher, I did."
Otis Robespierre Weathers
Outlaw
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