Another town, another place.

[Pavor Clauditis]

The dark Nar Shadda sky was illuminated by the crack of lightning in the distance. Drenched with the heavy rain, the smuggler stalked back and forth on the landing pad, an unlit cigarillo in his mouth. "Damn Nar Shadda scum...Just keep on scammin' me, you bastard." He muttered to himself, obviously upset. He slowly glanced up, staring at his freighter. Due to unknown complications, Pavor's freighter was not capable of flying anywhere, no matter the distance.

Rather than his usual attire, Pavor wore a black wide-brimmed hat rather than his usual cap. The smuggler could also be seen in a heavy, knee-length trench coat. He continued to mutter angrily to himself, most of his sentences full of profanities. "DAMMIT!" He barked, contemplating on whether to leave the landing pad or hope the con-man who posed as a ship mechanic would return

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[Valkren Calderon]

Sergeant Valkren Calderon stepped through the doors of bay E4, arrivals from Coruscant, and took a quick glance around the immediate area. "Nar Shadda..A place controlled by giant slugs. Gotta' love it." The Sergeant would lift a rather large duffle bag up over his shoulder; inside this bag was all of his gear compressed into kits for easier transport, every weapon and piece of armor was inside it besides his side arm..The blaster pistol rested on his hip in a very visible holster, just to let the scum of the area know that he was armed. He wasn't sporting his usual Heavy Assault armor and helmet, instead it was a set of combat BDU's with a pair of Combat boots, with a leather jacket and a tight Tee' underneath. Valk' hated Nar Shadda, it was the last place he wanted to be sent on a mission.

Valkren walked along the corridors of the space station, chewing on a single stick of gum as he advanced toward his destination. The man he was looking for was one of his old friends that he met while working for a spaceport on Alderaan. Supposedly his old friend had details on shipments that were going through Republic space. This was also the last kind of mission he'd like to be on. He was made for combat, not enforcing spaceports. The Sergeant sighed as he walked on, heading toward the rendezvous point his friend had left him.

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Continuing to stand out on the landing pad, he slowly glanced back to his freighter, shaking his head in anger and disbelief. "Excellent. Missing ANOTHER damn shipment!" He shouted, before striking a match and holding it up to the cigarillo clenched in his teeth, igniting the tobacco. Taking a puff from the cigarillo, he sighed as he leaned up against the side of his freighter, his rant only interrupted by himself, every time he took a puff from the cigarillo. "Hell, I could be in Tattoine by now." He said, before examining his poorly made, hand-rolled cigarillo before taking another quick puff.

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The Sergeant finally made his way into a stray security room. As the doors slid open, he'd catch a quick glimpse of the occupants of the room. The faces and uniforms finally registered to him as the doors closed behind Valkren, Jer'lik and several other spaceport security officers. Jer'lik was a skinny and rather stubborn Zabrak that had worked with Valkren for most of his younger years on Alderaan. "Well if it's not the grunt himself, Valkren karkin' Calderon." Jer'lik rested his left hand onto the blaster that hung from his holster. "Jer'lik, I see the damn horns are still short..Ladies love them?" "You know it, how was OTS? You a big shot in the military now or what?"

Valkren got silent for a second, shaking his head for a second before speaking up once again, pulling the duffle bag off of his shoulder and letting it hit the floor with a loud 'thump.' Jer'lik caught the Sergeant's drift and nodded, speaking up as he motioned his head toward the middle of the room. There in the direct center was a hologram of a freighter, it slowly rotated infront of several other officers. "That right there, that's your target." "What am I supposed todo with it? I don't have jurisdiction to destroy something on Nar Shadaa." The Zabrak nodded, folding his arms as he turned to the hologram, "You and the Republic are all the same..Always wanting to destroy something. You'll be looking through the cargo and, if you find anything of 'interest,' making an arrest for an attempt to move illegal substances through Republic space." Valkren nodded, leaning down and lifting up his duffle bag once more. "Got somewhere where I can change?"

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Still standing on the landing pad, he sighed, slowly taking a seat on the ground, the rain continuing to pour down. "Three crates of spice...ain't gettin' paid...kark me!" He barked, extinguishing his cigarillo. He stared off into the distance, watching a bolt of lightning in the distance. Slowly, he pulled himself onto his feet, entering his freighter. Entering the cockpit, he took a seat on the pilot's chair, continuing to rant to himself.

(Sorry for the short post.)

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[Valkren Calderon]

The blast doors to the landing pad that Pavor's ship was resting on slid open for only moments, before shutting back again. Only one figure trotted through during the brief time period the doors were open.. Valkren moved at a brisk pace, hunched over in a crouch-like position as he moved through the night. The rain pelted his armor, sprinkling against the visor of his helmet as he moved through it. He was traveling lighter this time, leaving behind the supply/communication pack in the security room, figuring he wouldn't have the proper jurisdiction to call in an air strike on a smuggler in a Nar Shadaa spaceport. The soldier also left behind the Z-6 rotary cannon that was compressed onto the communication pack; he figured a smuggler wouldn't put up much of a fight at all.

Was he underestimating the skills of a smuggler?

The sergeant stopped his hunched-jog for a moment, staying in a crouched position with his left knee forward. "In position, I've got eyes on the ship. Moving to look for the shipments." With this being said, Valkren stood up, rifle in hand, and started a slow walk toward the freighter. His head moved on a swivel, searching for any crates or barrels of any kind that were in the open. First he had to figure out if the shipment was inside the ship already, or just sitting around the hanger.

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Remaining in the cockpit of the freighter, Pavor slumped down in his seat, obviously irritated. His gaze fell upon the window, watching as it was drenched with the rain. Slowly, he rose from his seat, making his way to the exit of the freighter. Slowly, he exited the freighter, stepping out onto the landing pad, a grim expression on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the figure making his way over to the freighter. "Oh...damn..." He muttered. "HEY, YOU KARKIN' PIECE OF TRASH! YOU FINALLY FIXIN' TO ASSIST ME WITH THIS...SLIGHT...C-COMPLICATION!" He barked, mistaking [member="Valkren Calderon"] for the false mechanic.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

The Sergeant froze into place, being caught off guard by the sudden voice that came into earshot. Just as he heard the multitudes of curses and harsh phrases, a figure was outlined on his hud with a faint blue line. As the man stepped back onto the landing pad, thoughts began to race through Valkren's mind.

What now? I can't just shoot the guy in a spaceport..Maybe I should just confront him.

That was the plan, confront him as if he was spaceport security again. With that being said, Valkren raised his rifle up and picked his pace back up to a brisk jog. In a booming and vocoded voice, he yelled out. "Pilot! Hands behind your head and move to the ground! Do it now!" There was no way Valkren could pull off being a mechanic in his Republic armor, so he had to go for the aggressive path, and hope to god he really did have an illegal shipment on board his ship.

Valkren was close enough to the man for the smuggler to see the blue republic markings on his armor.

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His eyes went wide before he quickly fell to his knees, throwing up his hands. "Please, officer! I'm simply a merchant!" He said, attempting to pull off a very bad and obviously fake Nar Shadda dialect. "Please sir! I'm gon' miss my shipment! I can't do that, officer! I have a family!" He nearly shouted, pleading with the man. "How 'bout I just...slip you a few credits and we'll all be on our way? Yeah!?" He said, panic in his voice as the false dialect slowly disappeared. "Please...I'm beggin' ya!" He glanced around nervously, watching as lightning cracked in the distance, followed by deafening thunder.

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[Valkren Calderon]

Wow, that was easy.

Valkren continued to move at a fast pace, his rifle trained on the man. However, his finger certainly wasn't anywhere near the trigger. After hearing the man beg, he didn't seem to be that much of a threat. "Bribing a Republic Soldier? This isn't looking to good for you.." The Sergeant felt an uncontrollable smirk tug at his lips as he stood there, now moving behind the smuggler so he couldn't see the Republic soldier. "Your shipment on board, Pilot? Why don't you show me what you're transporting?"

((Short Post, My bad!))

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He sighed, slowly rising to his feet. Entering the freighter, he made his way past the cockpit, over to a small room. Upon entering the room, [member="Valkren Calderon"] would see three crates scattered around the room, all of them sealed shut. "It's just food, man! I'm tellin' ya!" He said, slowly taking a step back. "Eh...if you don't mind...could I grab a cigar or two from the cockpit real fast?" He asked, slowly taking a step outside of the room, a nervous smile on his face.

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Valkren kept behind him until they got to the small room, when there he took a step forward and let his grip on the rifle loosen. He had his back to Pavor and the rest of the ship. With his rifle in his right hand, he dug his left hand into his utility belt, pulling out a small white device. It had the shape of a thermal detonator beside it being flat on one side. The soldier would place it against one of the crates, tapping a single red button on the device. On his HUD a small black box popped up in the upper right hand side of his visor, in a few moments in that box would be the contents of the crate in front of him. However, he'd have to keep it in his field of view.

"I suggest you stay right there, Pilot."

The Sergeant was playing sloppy, he didn't see the smuggler as much of a threat at all. Turning his back to the captain of the ship was probably the stupidest thing he could've done, but he had already started the scan.

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He watched as the man turned his back, which caused Pavor to glance around nervously. Slowly, he took a step closer to the man...before suddenly taking another step back, shaking his head slowly. Suddenly, he let out a yell that'd curl your hair before abruptly throwing a kick at the back of [member="Valkren Calderon'"]s right leg, attempting to strike the back of the man's leg with his foot, hoping that if it would connect it would give him time to flee from the man.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Valkren would be taken off-guard, falling down onto his right knee. "Oh, now you're going to KARKIN' GET IT!" He'd attempt to roll over onto his side as he was already falling, lifting his rifle up with his right hand as he did so, attempting to fire toward the smuggler's legs. Temper, temper, Valkren! He'd hoped to get the shot off before the man could get away. But, being in the position he was in, it was very possible to miss the shot.

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The moment the man fell to the ground, Pavor leaped out of the doorway, only to fall to the ground as the burning and excruciating feeling in leg forced him to the ground. Shouting profanities left and right, he remained on the floor, groaning in agony. "DAMMIT!" He barked, slowly rolling over onto his back. "KARK YOU, YOU BASTARD!" He shouted at the man, gesturing towards the man.

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[Valkren Calderon]

Valkren sighed, shaking his head as he sat there on the ground for a moment. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, brushing the imaginary dust from his armor. "Sithspit..I thought you were faster than that, my bad." He stated as he walked over to the crate once more, finishing up his scan. "This could've been alot easier, bud!" He'd say, searching the crate for any signs of illegal substances (Is there?)

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