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Operation Rogue Spear
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| Aaron_Rawls | Date: Wednesday, 24 Jun 2009, 1:48 PM | Message # 16 |
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| Rawls saw the man from a good distance away, saw the speeder bike, the bloody nose. Damn. The smuggler stood on the other side of a display of ornamental vases on sale, ostensibly browsing them but actually watching the man at his hangar, and thinking. His pursuer was built like a lawman who enjoyed his job, but otherwise didn't look the part. Not someone that Rawls would have noticed (and apparently he hadn't, in the bar). Well, he could get Doohan on the comlink and have him sneak up behind him with his disruptor. No, he thought, Too many witnesses, too much attention. What else? He entertained the notion of calling the police, and reporting the speeder bike stolen. It would be amusing, but there was more than one shooter in the cantina, so whoever this guy was, he must have backup. Hell. He didn't like the idea of confronting him in the open, but he didn't see any other desirable options. Rawls laid down a few credits for a modest vase, tucked it under his arm, stuffed his other hand into his jacket pocket (feeling the warm durasteel of his pistol inside, and clicking the safety off), then walked toward the hangar casually. He caught his breath along the way. "Sorry about the nose," he called out to the man from a few meters distant, getting his attention. Rawls came to a stop about twelve feet from him, with a stack of crates nearby that he decided he could use for cover, if the need arose. "Appreciate you taking care of that bounty hunter," he said, "but you understand blasters start going off, makes a man a mite uneasy."
Aaron Rawls
Captain of the Aphelion
Smuggler, Scoundrel (occasional "Baron")
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| RevanPark | Date: Tuesday, 14 Jul 2009, 0:12 AM | Message # 17 |
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| "No problem..." he said, slightly begrudgingly. "It's understandable a man such as yourself, would expect anyone with a blast to be an enemy...especially you..." he said, thinking of the man's file, but decided to skip grilling him on leaving the Alliance. He kept leaning against the speeder bike, and tended to his bloody nose now before continuing. "I have a job offer for you, if you're interested. You state the price, and its done...expenses paid too...consider saying yes a repayment for my nose..." he said. He then open his jacket, and pulled out a datapad and walked towards him, handing it out to him. "Here's the details." he said plainly, as if Rawls had already taken the job. As he handed the datapad off, Salantos caught up with them, on a stolen speeder bike as well, and stood off to the side, non-threateningly, but with a clear shot at Rawls, should he try to attack, for whatever reason.
President Revan Park
Deralian Government-in-Exile)
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| Marshall_DuPont | Date: Tuesday, 14 Jul 2009, 0:27 AM | Message # 18 |
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| A grizzled, severe man watched the encounter anonymously from the crowd in the bazaar, from a distance. He had been in the bar, seen the incident, and quietly followed Revan and, eventually, Rawls. But he wasn't a bounty hunter, and hadn't any interest in Rawls. He held a pipe in one massive hand that looked as though it could easily strangle a man to death, with or without the other hand. His shoulders were broad, and over one of them was slung a satchel. Inside it, a blaster carbine and a bandolier of ammunition. He also had an older DL model pistol holstered at his hip, and an Imperial Army issue combat knife stuffed conspicuously into one boot. For now, he watched. But not Rawls, and not Salantos. He smoked his pipe, and watched Revan Park. There was murder in his eyes.
Colonel Marshall DuPont
Patriot Defense Services, Inc.
Sergeant (ret.), Imperial Army
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