Coming Home; Boz Pity Salvage Run

[riseabovenormality]

These days the inhabitants of Boz Pity were few and far between. Most of them were either cultists or hermits, here to get away from the rest of the galaxy. Then, of course, there are those who crashed. When you're on a backwater planet with no real government, getting help isn't easy. So it makes sense that a few scavengers would stop by every once in awhile with spare parts. Desperate people will pay a pretty price to make it out alive. It's an easy way to make a quick buck, if you know how to smooth talk folks. Surprisingly, that's not why I'm here today. And seeing as my 'family' ain't exactly happy with me at the moment... well, ya might be wondering what a wayward vagabond is doing somewhere like this. The history of Boz makes things a little easier to understand. Long after the Gargantelles became extinct, the CIS moved some resources to the world. After a bit they built a rather large base there. Over the years (since long before the Gulag Plague) it's been rebuilt, refurbished, and has changed owners dozens of times. No one's claimed it officially for quite some time now. 'Course, I wouldn't be surprised if there were some squatters holed up there. Maybe even some illegal activity as well. Nothing the droids 'n me can't handle. We've dealt with these kinds of people before... more so than I'd personally like.

We landed roughly four hours ago. Since then I've had the bots prepare cases, along with speeders to transport whatever we might find. Based off of the research that I've done over the past few weeks I'm pretty sure we'll find some droids to break down for parts. Might also be a few transport ships. If we're lucky, even some old CIS relics. "Sir, we're ready for departure. It'll take us ten minutes to arrive at the base. Fifteen at most." With a little nod I thanked B7 (one of the labor machines I fixed up last year) and hopped unto a speeder. Slowly the five of us made our way to the 'fabled' ruins. Really, they weren't going to be anything special. But that's why I'm thinking that not many others will have looked here. Lowers the quality of the goods. Raises the quantity. It's a compromise I'm willing to make. Until I really get going with this salvage business I'll have to take the jobs I get. Can't exactly be picky when there are... 3 wars going on in the galaxy? Sith are back (several groups of them), the new CIS are ruffling some feathers... Probably more I'm not aware of. Without a doubt the Cultists I used to call family are stirring up chaos somewhere. But that doesn't matter right now. "WE'RE HERE." The rusty gas mask warped my voice into a cold growl. Good. Though it makes gaining allies difficult... it scares off those who aren't worth my time.

Or my parts.

Fairly soon we arrived. Already I could tell this place was going to be a mess inside. The previously-automated doors were half-open, graffiti sprayed across both panels. A couple of pieces of broken armor, along with a few broken blasters, were scattered around the front. Who knows how many battles were fought here... Enough to build up a good pile of bodies. Probably. But those were all gone now. Those outside at least. Predators must have stripped the area of them. Perhaps inside, where it's harder for wildlife to get to, will be more depressing? Likely. At least I don't have a habit of letting my emotions get to me. Growing up with an apathetic sister who occasionally tries to sacrifice you to 'the Gods' does that to you. You get tough. Or end up strapped to an altar with a knife aimed at your chest. Depends on the situation and your luck. "Everything alright, Evok?" Huh. Must have spaced out again. "CORRECT." Time to see what this place has in store for us...

[member="Erin Darkstar"]​

 

[Ignatius]

Now there were many places that a 17 to 18 year old boy, bent on the almost year and a half long mission of saving his sister, could have gone on this planet. But as that be, The old and broken down CIS base was a point of interest. Ya'see, It was a place that was all on it's own. Ruled by whoever had enough people in their posi to take control of the place. Let's not count the people that may have been hired by said posi to join them. This Galaxy was still in some turmoil from the Gulag plague. Even if it was a while back that it slowed down and have not had any serious cases in over a hundred years.

But as I could feel my vibroblade slash through a man's neck, reality came back to me. You see, people just don't let in a kid without making him prove himself. I was trying to join the Bloodbrothers. A gang of about 50 people so far that had taken over the base in the dark of the night to not have their names out in the open. Smart as anyone coming would expect little resistance. Only to see the Bloodbrothers come out of nowhere and slaughter them all. Once more I popped back into the real time of now where I was using a single vibroblade for the moment against six - NO! five people now. I had to defeat or kill all six of them to join.

Currently in the basement of the runned down base, I ran to the second man and grabbing him from his collar with my off hand, I twisted around to send him flying with magic to smash headlong into the third man. Orange hat over to my left charged me, while "Mr. no-teeth" did the same. Smiling as the both came for to stab me. I dropped to my stomach to allow them to stab each other. Rather stupid move if you ask me. SHaking my head I slid out between the two only to have the beanbag (guy I threw) and Pug(guy who was smashed) come at me. I grinned as I charged them. Shutting my blade off, it didn't hum at the moment as I sent my blade to smack at the man's ankle and send him flipping over himself.

I smiled as I then stabbed out, and purposely stabbed high and slightly to the left to pierce the man's leather jacket that cost barely above dirt. He started to get pissed, and with a punch to his throat he was down and out for the count. Smiling I turned around to see a very large man. Oh so very large standing about a good seven feet tall, A third of a meter taller than two meters mind you, charging at me like a rino. Oh this was going to hurt.

[member="Evok Halver"],

 

[riseabovenormality]

Not even four steps had been taken before the sound of growling reached my ears. Automatically one of the caps for my goggles raised, imitating the raised eyebrow beneath. It was a handy function for conveying at least part of my facial expressions. Some people did find it a little odd. But that wasn't important enough for me to remove the caps. "Looks like a few Akk Dogs, sir. Nothing you can't handle, for sure, sir!" B7 was right. Two of the beasts were tied up just past the main entrance. Their haunches were raised, and the ropes attached to their collars appeared to be tight. I estimate there only being twenty-or-so feet between my leg and their teeth. Good thing there were a few lights on in this hallway. Guess there are some people living here after all. Either a cult or minor gang. Pretty much the only two types of groups on this backwater planet. Based off of their choice of guard animals... I'd assume the latter. Wonder how they'll react when I set their own pets on them. Hmph. Should be interesting. Especially if they have any more beasties around here.

My eyes closed as my mind opened. Slowly I reached out with the force, searching for the creature's lifeforce. Only took me a few moments to find it. Both of them were agitated... hungry. So I nudged them, offering the feeling of fresh meat upon their tongues, in exchange for obedience. Sending the right signals was difficult. Different animals would take things differently than others. But I had worked with this species several times before. It wasn't hard to get them to relax, to sit, to cease their whining. Both B7 and TR-8 clapped quietly in response. Having them around was like having a personal cheer squad with you. At all times. They're lucky they're so useful... or else I'd get rid of 'em. Ah, who am I kidding? To me they're practically family. I could never sell them or leave them behind. It would be like giving away a part of myself. "LET'S GO." With that I moved forward, signaling for Trait to untie the dogs. Meanwhile B7 and me started scoping out some of the first floor.

[member="Erin Darkstar"]​