Raxis Treasure Hunt #1: The Bounty on Jack

[RC 212]

Rules & Considerations:​

Spoiler

OOC: This thread is drama free, bickering free thread. If I see gross disrespect, I'm going to boot you out by ignoring your posts. I don't mind a little friendly competition: Don’t let it get of hand. That said PM boxes, including mine are always open. I'll gladly edit/resolve whatever discrepancies arise. We are all human, we all make errors.​

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This thread is open to anyone and everyone. Whether you want to aid or hinder Jack is your choice.​

Anyone may receive the prizes, regardless of which side they are on. Hunters declare at the beginning whom you are working for/helping, Zorlac, Clans, or Jack​

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I will allow you to injure Jack etc. You may not kill this character however, as I am not done with him yet. Per site rules don't Metagame, or GM. Be courteous, follow Wheatons law. A lot of people have been asking to capture me and I am all about RP so here's your chance folks. Please also remember this a game, understand that everyone including myself should be treated with respect OOC: Regardless of IC events.​

Prizes:

There are three prizes for this thread. Depending on how well written your posts are, your quality of OOC conduct and your attitude, I will select who gets which.

1.) Hauling Jack away in cuffs. That's bragging rights plus a ton of them shiny credits!
2.) The Location of Vassara's Lightsaber: Read the Entry and the links before using it.
3.) The Kessels Pride: Jacks first ship. A 720 Series freighter that’s fast and armed with versatility.

GL HF, Happy RPing!

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Tatooine:​

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Zorlac the Hutt's Palace.​

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Once long ago Jack had worked for the slimy Hutt. His name was Zorlac, and he was very interested about latest developments in the core. From his slimy seat he looked over the holo files his Major Domo was showing to him. A Hookah smoked nearby, casting a musky spice into the dank den.​

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Slave girls danced upon the stage, twirling their Lekku's. The Hutt's greedy eyes flickered between his entertainers and the file. At long last he bristled, waggling his tail in excitement.​

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"It seems some one else wants this Jack Raxis!"​

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"Yes my lord. What shall we do?"​

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"What shall we do, ha ha ha ha ha. We double the bounty on this nerfherder, then when he is collected we torture that son of gundark. He's stolen my ship and my cargo! I'll see him answer to me, then turn him over to answer to.....​

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them."​

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"Yes My lord, it will be done. And one more thing."​

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Hutsee curses boomed across the palace.​

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"WHAAAT!" ​

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"We have lead on his location. It seems he's fled to his old stomping grounds. Nar Shaada."​

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"Then send out the lead."​

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"Yes my lord."​

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Elsehwere:​

A very special package would arrive at the residences of [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="James Justice"] and [member="Ra Vizsla"]. It was a plain box marked "Coordinates of Jack Raxis." If they opened it they'd have a lead. There were also some other items inside.​

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Nar Shaada:​

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[member="Kei Garnik"]​

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Jack looked up from his manifest papers. After the incident at Kashyyk and a falling out with Republic brass he'd fled to his old hidey hole. The Rogue was stashed in a secret location. Instead he was standing on the ramp of Kessel's Pride, offloading his last haul and loading supplies for what was going to be a long time in hiding.​

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The landing zone was rather clear, and rather quiet. It was just the way he liked it.​

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"This is the last of it. Now where's the goods?" He asked, voice sharp as scraping metal through his helmet.​

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"Ha ha ha Jack m'boy why you even running? Your bounty is so big, I'm surprised you had the guts to come anywhere near a civilized system."​

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"I'm aware of my bounty Draz." One hand dropped to the butt of his Verpine Shatter gun, gripping the pistol grip with a relaxed demeanour.​

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"Are you aware Zorlac just put out a bid twice that which the Mandalorians want for you?"​

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Jack froze. Zorlac? That slimeball was a relic from the past. The situation was turning out not to be ideal.​

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Suppose that's what you get for standing up for your moral beliefs.​

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As far as Jack was concerned, the path Vizsla had taken the clans down was the path of the Deathwatch themselves. Funny how they were so quick to forget about his service to them during Roche.​

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Funny how his Clansmen were so quick to forget it was he who had founded the Clan, Adopted many into the Manda, and his Mother who'd settled with the Mando's and helped them fight the Deathwatch when he was a child.​

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"And that's my concern why?"​

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"Because Jack, they're coming for you."​

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Draz went to his hip, lightning fast. Jack as quicker. In a fluid motion the verpine shatter gun came up, to his chest and snapped out. Rounds cut the air like razors, impacting the Rodian and blasting fleshy blobs backwards onto the matte beige mud wall.​

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"Kill him!" ​

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Jack slammed the ramp button, emptying a stream of slugs as he retreated. The ramp hissed shut with a familiar Wshhhhh.​

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"Figures. Kei, fire her up, let's blow this joint!"​

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[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei grunted quickly, fingers dancing over the controls. He didn't like it, it wasn't his ship. His ship, the Ebon Hawk, was stashed somewhere out the way, ready for his return back into the galaxy. He wasn't running, not like Jack. He wasn't a wanted criminal, he had no real reason to hide. No reason to run, he had [member="Noriko Ike"] to return to.

He'd been keeping up with the bounty on Jack's head, he had no idea why it was there but he'd been keeping up with it. The way it seemed, whoever was claiming it had freedom to kill his cousin, and while Kei wasn't entirely sure what'd happened, he really liked his family. His family, it felt weird to him admitting that. He was a Raxis, [member="Jack Raxis"] was his cousin, along with [member="Gray Raxis"].

From what he could tell, something had happened to split his family. Kei wasn't standing for it, he was all for playing happy families. Something had happened while Kei was off with Noriko, and part of him regretted leaving. If he had of stuck with his family, he might of been able to defuse the situation, none of this would of kicked off.

"What's the plan Jack!"

His fingers glided across the throttle, slowly easing it forward, the ship lifting from the ground below. He guided the ship into the air, watching the ship gain more and more speed as they moved. They needed to get a breather, but Jack was the captain for a change.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Darth Osano]

Location: Nar Shadda, Hangar Bay
Contractor: Zorlac (purportedly), Mandalorians (actually)

Tagged: [member="Jack Raxis"] | [member="Pike Alavar"]

Alas, poor Draz. "I told him not to go out there." Eugene commented idly, adjusting the strange tubular weapon he was holding. It looked like it might be a grenade launcher, but it only held one shot at a time. To the untrained eye, that could have meant it fired really powerful grenades or it was a really, really bad grenade launcher. In this case, it was neither. "Why'd he approach fast-hands Jack Raxis with a pistol? Buncha stupid banter... Coulda just had someone snipe him from up here."

Pollux and Eugene were on a nice balcony overlooking the hangar bay Jack Raxis had shown up in. They had tailed Draz here, ostensibly as part of his retinue. But they were not currently shooting a bunch of dingy slugthrowers at Raxis' shuttle like a gaggle of idiots. Pollux and the Guavian Death Gang, now better known as the Helix Syndicate, were far too effectual to really be associated with Zorlac-the-money-wasting-Hutt or the pea brained "hey let's approach this guy and babble a little bit" crooks he employed.

"Nice shot through the knee, bag 'im and tag 'im, nice and easy..." Eugene was still muttering, even as Jack stormed up the ramp of his ship. Wouldn't be long until Team Raxis was blasting off again.

"Eugene." Pollux said.

Eugene coughed, taking aim with the launcher. "Right, right. Sorry."

There was a soft thwoomp, barely audible over the ruckus of the slugthrowers still ineffectually being shot at the Kessel's Pride. There was no grenade or other similarly insidious explosive device. Just a small, flat disk that was ejected from the launcher. It spun around in the air as it arced towards Jack's shuttle, then automatically righting itself and attaching it to the hull magnetically. It was a homing beacon, and a discreet one at that. Pollux had almost been worried someone might notice, but the ruckus cooked up by the now deceased Draz and his band of malignant morons made it all but impossible. Eugene lowered the launcher, no doubt smirking behind his mask.

The shuttle lifted off not long after, prompting Pollux to activate the commlink attached to the lapel of his shirt. He was fancy like that. "Teacup, the target is airborne. You know what to do."

 

[Kami Meran]

Kami read the report and spat he caff,
Lyth was working for this guy sure she'd hare her for a bit but look at those creds.
they both needed creds.
" Tell Lyth im out fishing. keep her on those walkwrs. " collecting a KD-33 kami left on thew hunt.

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

Location: Nar Shadaa
Target: [member="Jack Raxis"]
Contractor: Mandalorian Clans

Tahn sat in the transport ship that was carrying him to the crown jewel of the Hutt Cartel, using a whetstone to sharpen his axe. His eyes turned outside of the starboard window, the full view of Nar Shadaa coming into his sight. It was a disgusting planet in his eyes, the pollution choking all the life out of the world. This left only the scum of the universe to live in the massive cityscape that covered the planet's surface. "Everybody prepare for landing at platform 12C, we hope that you enjoyed your flight and that you come back to our services." The woman on the comm system spoke with the insincerity that only one who had spent a lifetime serving others could muster.

He used his axe as a support as he raised his posture, lowering his head so that he wouldn't hit the ceiling of the ship. He had flown in economy class and the standards were obviously lack luster, as many species seemed to hit the ceiling the same way he would have. The food was also pricey and tasted terrible, with Tahn having to spit out his food more than once in his trip. Tahn hadn't expected much as this was one of the few transports that made their way to this part of Nar Shadaa. He made his way down the hallway leading to the exit ramp, shoving people that attempted to get in front of him back into their seats. One Wookie took offence to this and tried to get in Tahn's face, but a flash of his glowing orange eyes forced the beast backwards. He covered his eyes from the bright gaze of the city lights, which were illuminated so brightly because the sun could no longer pierce the pollution that covered Nar Shadaa.

As he walked down the ramp he could immediately smell the scent of Nar Shadaa with his enhanced snout, wincing at the putrescence of the planet. Tahn could see why the red light district had earned it's name, as escorts and dealers of various weapons and drugs. There were so many destitute people that he eventually resorted to shoving people out of his way. There was only one reason that he had come to this disgusting corner of the galaxy. He made his way to the location Jack's ship was last seen, the area had been sealed off by police temporarily but they knew better than to stay around that part of the planet and quickly cleared out after disposing of a few bodies.

A quick look around told him that people had tried to ignore the event, not wanting police to delve into everything that happens in the red light district. But perhaps Tahn's form of questioning would suit the situation better. Walking up to a Trandoshan, he picked the man up by his shirt with one hand and slammed him into the wall.

"Tell me what happened here, now!"

The Trandoshan was obviously used to this kind of behaviour, the streets of Nar Shadaa weren't the safest place in the world, but something about Tahn's glowing orange eyes and bared sharp canines obviously had the man frightened. After a bit of hesitation he told Tahn what he wanted to hear.

"Now I don't know much of what happens, getting involved with Draz was bad business. But that wanted guy, something Raxis, came by and paid him a visit." Tahn loosed his grip on the man's shirt and let him fall down to a sitting position against the wall before leaning over him, the darkness engrossing him only made his orange eyes seem more omniscient.

"What does he look like? What happened? These are questions that need answering unless you want a broken rib cage, newt." The anger was clearly vocal in Tahn's voice, further intimidating the Trandoshan beside him.

The Trandoshan tried to get around Tahn for a more even footing, but he was blocked by the lumbering figure in front of him. "The Mando's bounty was doubled by Zorlac and I assumed Draz wanted to get in on the prize. Things got rough and Draz thought he was quick, but Raxis was quicker. After that he left on his ship, a green freighter. That's all I know man, I swear." Tahn slowly lifted his oppressive figure from the Trandoshan and walked away, there was no reason for him to kill the man. A rodent isn't worth the time of a warrior.

Now how do I find a ship in an entire galaxy Tahn wasn't by any means technologically gifted so he knew that he needed to find someone that was.

 

[Alana Sunrider]

Helping [member="Jack Raxis"]

Onna's eyes widened as she studied the bounty boards. Jack Raxis, now an adopted family member of hers, and fellow anti-pirateer, had one of the largest bounties she had ever seen on it. Every bounty hunter in the galaxy would be tracking him down. In most cases, Onna would too, even though it would bring out the big league hunters too. Julian would probably be after him. But something kept Onna from considering it. Jack was family, in some way she didn't quite understand. But she'd never had family before, except for the people who half kept an eye on her in the Ambrian scavenging fields. Jack had offered that to her, first as a Warden of the Void, and then as a member of the Raxis family, clan, whatever. Whatever he had done, which seemed to involve the Mandalorians somehow and now some Hutt, he was family. He had given her a place to belong, something larger to be a part of. That was something she would never forget.

She toyed with her Warden id chip as she sat in the cockpit of her ship. Onna had no idea how to find Jack, but he was certainly not here on Yutan with the Jedi anymore. So, she had to go find him. And as a member of the Bounty Hunter's Guild, she had some access there. Pulling up the reports and information on the bounty, she narrowed down information regarding his ship. She remembered what that one looked like. Things seemed empty except- there! She leaned forward in the chair. He had last been seen on Nar Shadda shooting a bounty hunter and then escaping.

Perfect! It was a lead, but he was undoubtedly gone. She slumped forward in her chair again, resting her chin on her hands. Maybe... no... she didn't want to try that. The Force terrified her, but she was strong in it, so she had been told, at least. Jack had been strong, from what she knew. He had been considered a Master, whatever that meant. But how was that supposed to work? They said the Force bound all living things together, so that must mean her and Jack too, right?

She closed her eyes and concentrated, straining her face muscles as much effort as that concentration took. She created a message, trying to send that out into the universe.

Jack, I want to help.

That said, she slumped back into her chair. But, it was no use waiting here. She powered up the engine and sent the ship skywards, rocketing through the Yutan atmosphere. But to where? Onna pulled up the databanks for the Outer Rim. Where would she hide? Somewhere far from Tatooine and far from the Crusaders, somewhere with lots of people to blend in with. Or maybe somewhere isolated. She had no idea, so she put in the coordinates for a random place in the Outer Rim and punched the hyperdrive. The stars blurred, and then turned to streaks, as the ship shot forward. She would have to hope the message got through.

 

[Kami Meran]

Location aboard kami's ship.
destination Tatooien.its always tatooien.

Why was it always Tatooien? it was too hot on tatooien just once Kami would like a decent temature.
She hated the heat part of being an albino species probably,

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Nar Shadda, Orbit
Contractor: [member="Pollux"] (Definitely)

Tagged: [member="Jack Raxis"] | [member="Kei Garnik"]

She liked jobs that played well and this was definitely one of 'em.

The Helix Syndicate was different than the usual rabble she hang around with: orderly, stable and they really didn't like your occasional collateral damage. Unless it served some kind of purpose, of course, but they weren't huge fans of senseless destruction and big booms. This was a touch sad for Pike who loved big booms, but when it was a choice between a ) big cash or b ) big booms?

Well, that wasn't a question at all, was it?

"Acknowledged, Beauvoir." Why P. had picked that name was beyond her, but she wasn't literate enough to really appreciate references. Flew right over her head - too fast to catch, even.

A moment passed before new chatter entered her comm. This from one of the other goons of the Syndicate, presumably the homing beacon had engaged and they were receiving telemetry readings right about now.

"We are receiving the signal loud and clear."

The merc added when a blip popped up on her own HUD. It was still a few clicks away, just enough time to get ready.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: NAR SHADDAA
GEAR: IN BIO
CURRENT MOOD: PREDATORY
THEME: x

Nothing happened on Nar Shaddaa without the Shark hearing about it.

Around the scene of the crime, with Bounty Hunters, police, and pedestrians milling about, hovered three matte-black probe droids, recording the area. They were difficult to see as they flew up and over the police's line of defense, observing the entire scene. Suddenly, one picked up on violence. As it turned, the optics zoomed in on one [member="Tahn Vizsla"], terrorizing a Trandoshan. The audio receivers came soon after.

Somewhere, in a dark alley, an impossibly large being smiled, revealing rows and rows of pointed teeth. Deep black eyes surveyed a datapad, displaying feeds of the three droids as they did their work. A voice emanated from the device, tinny and monotone. "Shark. This is the info I could pull up. This bounty is big. Too big."

The smile that had cultivated before grew ever wider, showing more and more of the beast's maw. "Don't worry about me, Yee. However big this bounty is, I assure you I'm bigger." The Shark's voice was impossibly low, resonating with the very bones of the earth. "Besides," he said, looking back at his datapad, "I may not be the only big guy taking this thing on."

A small chuckle followed the statement, as if he had made a terrifically funny joke. One the young slicer didn't seem to get.

With that, Ghorua the Shark stood up from his crouched position in the alley across the way, cresting at over ten feet tall. He stretched, the cracking of his back resembling the sound of cracking duracrete, and began his way towards the scene.

All in the area would notice a slight shaking of the ground underneath their feet, slowly growing in intensity.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The colossus approaching wore his black Koodan-class Armor, shiny and polished to perfection. The enormous body of the Herglic was littered with weaponry and gadgets, all useful in a hunt. Behind him floated one last droid, this one with a red stripe along it's main chassis. Brik hummed contentedly as he hovered along, managing to hover at eye-level with the monstrous Shark.

Ghorua stepped up to Tahn, helmet tucked under his arm, a slight grin parting his features. "Heh. So, you're looking for Mr. Raxis as well? What a coincidence." The Herglic clicked his canines together, savoring the smells in the air. Like the man in front of him, Ghorua also had an advanced sense of smell, but he had grown accustomed to the planet's stench, having lived there for some time. Instead, he caught the whiff of blood. Blood and adrenaline. The literal smell of excitement. Ghorua couldn't deny he was contributing to it.

"Don't suppose we could benefit from each other. It's always nice to have an extra set of eyes." With that, the probe droids hovered down to the Shark, circling like hungry piranhas.

Oh, the Shark enjoyed the Hunt alone. However, one could always benefit if one was, in fact, two.

- [member="Pollux"] - [member="Jack Raxis"] -

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

Location: Nar Shadaa
Allies: [member="Ghorua the Shark"]
Target: [member="Jack Raxis"]
Employer: The Mandalorian Clans

Many thoughts about how he would be able to track the ship down raced through Tahn's head, but he wasn't able to come up with an answer. He didn't have the connections to track down a ship based on it's appearance and wasn't a good enough pilot to chase it down himself. Perhaps he would go to a holo-net cafe, they usually provided decent services and he was able to use a computer decently. Or perhaps go to a bounty office and try to have the ship tracked down.

Thankfully a solution to Tahn's problems came lumbering through one of the dark and decrepit alleys that littered the city streets as he toyed with the idea in his head. A massive figure made itself known as it stood behind him.

A reactive stance to the creatures size had thrown Tahn off guard and he reached for his axe, only easing his stance when the massive fish attempted to spark up friendly conversation. "Not much of a coincidence, everybody hunting the man presumably will visit here sooner or later."

He took a moment to observe the fish, the creature towered over even Tahn in a show of sheer mass. The size of the beast impressed him, if for nothing more than for some decent competition for the bounty.

But the Shark hadn't wanted to compete, he was looking to work together. This took Tahn aback as he wasn't ready to trust a being he didn't know, but at this point he was pretty desperate for help.

"That all depends... How are you at finding ships and do you have your own?" It was a serious question that presumably sounded like some kind of joke.

Tahn knew that there would possibly be some famous bounty hunters after this prize and he needed all the help that he could get. It also didn't hurt that the person helping him was the size of a tree.

 

[Matreya]

Valashu leaned against a smoldering ruin, arms folded against his chest, his lungs growing and depleting quickly. He had come here to seek a possible connection to the Maal, and had succeed. However the marks had been tricky, breaking open a self destruct that Valashu hardly had been able to avoid. Now he rested as SARRAH, in the body of a HRD, scanned the Holonet for clues as to locations they might flee to. His mind was not on that however, rather on the progression of the events to lead to this.

Having self proclaimed himself Master, knowing he had reached a level that he had only dreamed of, he had set about making haste toward capturing more. Testing himself, pushing his body to the limits. He even had taken the bounty on a known Master of the Force, so as to see his truest growth.

"Val, I got something. Not related however. It seems a file you had me store, from the Bounty Board, pinged an image some cameras nearby spotted. A man." SARRAH said, her voice low as she stared seemingly at nothing, though in realitt it was because the robotic eyes were not currently in use, "Jack Raxis. I believe you even offered an addition to his bounty."

Instantly Valashu was moving. He didn't pause to explain, he did not wait for her to prepare. No. This was the infamous Jack, the reason one of Valashu's only friends was put to Ra's claws. [member="Gray Raxis"] was a friend. He would be avenged.

Reaching behind him, Valashu drew free the hanging sleeve tucked into the back of his belt. Sliding this onto the hand not covered by the Gauntlet of Crassus and the accompanying Armband just above it. Connecting the end of the sleeve to the Vest, he drew his hood in place. Next came his Mask, modulator active, a check on his belt and therefore specialty arrows, lastly the number of arrows in the quiver. Irregular as it was as well, Valashu had come with a second quiver filled, so had a total of 80 arrows to begin with, and 73 now.

Underneath his Archer Suit sat his Baja Bodyglove, and at his hip was his bow. He had come ready to be hit by a tank, and so Jack would now see if he had the equal force.

As SARRAH came running up from the side, he simply stated, "Show me."

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua studied the large man in front of him, golden eyes meeting pitch black. After his assessment, the Shark nodded. "Straight and to the point. I like it."

Ghorua gestured for the Gurlanin to follow as he began to walk away from the scene, footsteps shaking the ground. He had already extracted what evidence he would be able to from the scene. Now it was all up to his slicer. As he walked, he spoke over his shoulder, assuming Tahn was following. "To answer your questions, good and yes, in that order." The Shark chuckled merrily before continuing. "My ship's called the Whalebone. It's not the best in a dogfight, but it can get us from point A to point B. As for finding out where point B is... Well, that's the trickier part."

The massive Herglic brought up his hand, and twirled his pointer finger. The three Observer drones suddenly perked up. "Eyes in the sky. If anyone follows us, I want to know about it." The three little orbs sailed into the air, silent and stealthy. Ghorua then gestured Brik forward, grasping the droid in one massive fist. "Brik, send a message to Yee. Tell him to look into a green freighter. Friends and family first, then rental businesses. If he gets anything, tell him to alert me immediately." Brik twitted happily, the red stripe on it's body glinting in the dismal lighting before going dormant, sending the message as instructed.

The Shark smiled back at his new partner. "Now, we wait."

The walk wasn't long to Ghorua's ship. It was a bit of a clunky cargo vessel, retrofitted with swiveling cannons and proton torpedoes. Quite impressive. Of course, Ghorua was looking into acquiring a new ship, as the Whalebone was far past it's prime, and even with the Herglic mechanic's upgrades, it was slightly small for him. That, and that practically all the cargo space was used up by prison cells.

"Oh, by the way, I'm the Shark. Ghorua the Shark. You?" He stuck out one ginormous hand to shake. "We may have to wait for a while. I might as well get to know my new partner, eh?" He'd gotten used to waiting. Until Yee, or one of his other contacts, contacted him, they were stuck on the burner. Their time would come, slowly and surely. And when it did, they would pounce.

- [member="Tahn Vizsla"] - [member="Jack Raxis"] -

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

Location: Nar Shadaa - The Whalebone
Allies: [member="Ghorua the Shark"]
Target: [member="Jack Raxis"]
Benefactor: The Mandalorian Clans

Tahn's tense form was loosened a bit as his straight face turned into a humoured smile as the gargantuan gave the name of his ship, the Whalebone. "You aren't exactly a man of subtlety when it comes to naming are you?" The craft didn't sound like a gem, but it was a diamond in the rough compared to the public transportation that he had taken here. Plus he wouldn't mind travelling in a vehicle where his head wouldn't constantly hit the roof of the vehicle constantly. A small chuckle came from his throat as he imagined how the ten foot tall fish would appear cramped up into some small vehicle.

Tahn's eyes shot upwards as he looked at the orbs surrounding the pair, a feeling of both worry and relief filling him. The worry came from him not noticing the orbs as they surrounded them and the lack of smell the gave off, the ease came from knowing that they had plenty of technology to find the target.

I should really learn how to use technology like that. He had tried to learn before, but somehow advanced technology seemed like an impossible skill to him. He barely learned how to use the holonet and pilot vehicles when he first left his planet.

He followed the fish to his ship, watching as the massive individual took a small duck from the rampart to get in the vehicle. He got in the vehicle which was more than big enough for him and looked around. The vehicle was a bit older and worn in, but it was still a giant improvement compared to the transport ships he had ridden on his way to the ship. The only thing that bothered him was the whole placed reeked of fish, though that was obvious.

He reached out and took the hand of the behemoth in front of him, doing his best to match the grip of the beast even though his hand was dwarfed inside. "I'm Tahn of Clan Vizsla, though some people call me The Gold Wolf." He released the grasp and dropped backwards onto a seat in front of a tale behind him. He reached into his pack as he set his axe to rest against the side of the table, pulling out a full deck of Sabacc cards. "So tell me, do you know how to play Sabacc?" An arrogant smile crawling across his face.

 

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[member="Kei Garnik"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Valashu Elahad"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Pike Alavar"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Onna Sunrider"] [member="Pollux"]

The Kessels Pride: Leaving Nar Shaada​

"The plan? Good void Kei. Run!"

While Jack had a more specific plan in mind he hadn't really run into Kei for years. How much he could trust his... Cousin? He wasn't sure. How much he even trusted his judgement he wasn't sure either. As Kei flew the ship Jack stalked to the back to fill up his pot of stim caf. All great expeditions and chases required stimcaf.

"Just set a random jump to any one of the coordinates pre stored in the computer and punch the hyperdrive."

None of them were marked of course. Most of Jacks star charts were outdated, and he had committed most of the hidey holes to memory. How they would find him would be a mystery to him. Still planet's did have people on them who had connections outside of your normal folks. Underground folks, Dealers, Smugglers.

"If I don't like our hole up spot, then I guess we'll be moving on in a hurry."

Jack passed a cup of the steaming Caf to Kei as he re-entered the cockpit, taking a seat.

The lights gleamed off his silver dented and scorched armor plates and the wolfs fur around his neck fluttered in the breeze cast of by the O2 scrubbers.

"As for you and I, we need to have a little talk."

Jack took a sip of his caf. With the other he pressed a tiny indent on the console, activating his Warden Transponder. [member="Onna Sunrider"] and [member="Audren Sykes"] and could find him that way.

Something told him at least one of them were looking. Besides a fellow Warden was duty bound to help another out that was in the deep as they called it.

"Why are you here, and what have you heard about me?"

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei smiled, fingers still dancing across the controls. He was admittedly a little excited, he was always down for the chance to fly new vessels, new ships. The Ebon Hawk was his precious, but change was always nice. In some retrospect he really liked the Kessels Pride, it was a really cool ship to fly, and Kei smiled about that as the stars around the ship turned into white streak, the ship instantly beginning to jump, faster than light.

Hyperspace.

Kei stood up, according to the nav computer they had around an hour until they reached their destination. Kei hadn't really checked their destination, so he figured he'd find out what was going on. He listened to Jack slowly, leaning back in his chair. His cousin had a right to be antsy, he had a right to be confused.

"What have I heard about you? Apart from the vague bounty that was put up, not much"

He took the caf, taking a sip.

"I ended up at a family meet up, an apparent "clan Raxis" meetup. Stardust seems to hate you, Gray seems to hate you and i'm confused why"

He shrugged.

"Things have changed while I was exploring the stars Jack"

He took another sip of the caf, watching Jack slowly.

"But you are all still my family. Blood relations. I'm not down for letting my family tear itself apart"

He shrugged again

"Figured if I was here when you asked. Well, figured that I could try and diffuse the situation when people turned up to kill you"

He watched Jack slowly, breathing in and out, sipping the Caf again.

"Your turn. What the hell happened?"

[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Tahn Vizsla"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Valashu Elahad"]
[member="Pike Alavar"]
[member="Onna Sunrider"]
[member="Pollux"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Contractor -the manda'lore/myself
Allies-so long as you let me do what I need evryone trying to get him

Sadly gray couldn't get to the box, instead Stardust did

She stopped and crouched as she slowly opened the box and looked inside...she pulled the data chip out and looked to it..she closed her fist that didn't have the chip and stood immediately making her way to her ship, the thunder star sat gleaming in the sun, today it would see combat once again and maybe even the capture of Jack

Jack...damn him why did he have to do what he did...she considered the man a good friend before all of this, now she just wanted his...no...she personally couldn't kill him...could she? Also she wanted to do was take his hands, one for grays lost hand, and one for her anger..

Jumping into her fighter she uploaded coordinates and lifted off and up before disappearing into hyperspace....someone cared enough to give them a lead...Heheheh this would ve a goos sport till the end

She had a hour...wherever jack was she'd hunt him down...whatever got in her way that would hinder her and wasn't vod...she'd remove
[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Kei Garnik"]
[member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Valashu Elahad"] [member="Pike Alavar"] [member="Onna Sunrider"]

 

[Atin Vendet]

Location: Nar Shaddaa Docks, illegally in the minor docking station bridge for his own ship, not even the entire station.
Target: [member="Jack Raxis"]
Benefactor: The Mandalorian Clans

"So. Get this. You're going to hack into the Hyperspace Bouy that updates the Navigation Charts for ships leaving system. I need you to be on the lookout for the..."

*The Mandalorian looks at his Data Pad*

"Ebon hawk. Huh. Really? It's...likely a different Ebon Hawk.", he says surprised. "So...uhh..when you SEE the Ebon Hawk update its co-ordinates. You're going to tell me where they are going. I also need a list of all the major fueling depots they'll need to access.", Atin Says, as the scout droid on his shoulder Nods, sagely.

"What?", the Subsystems docking bay worker says. "I can't do that stuff."

"Why not?"

The operator stares at him blankly. "This...this is a station that ONLY monitors incoming traffic, and guides them in..."

"Why didn't you say so? I paid you to do this for me?!"

"You PAID me? You BRIBED me not to report you slinking around back here? What made you think this was the way to do ANY of those things?", the operator asks, exasperated.

"Well I can't do those things. How about if I paid you...uhh..."

*The Mercenary reaches into his pocket*

"37 Credits."

"That's an awfully specific Number"

"Yeah. Yeah that's what I have in my pocket. That and a coupon for Bantha Burger. I'll throw that in if you do those things good, but it's only incentive."

"I. CANT. DO. THOSE. THINGS. FROM. HERE."

"Just Enhance...or hack the main frame."

"..."

"Enhance!"

"..."

"ENHANCE!"

"THATS NOT HOW THAT WORKS YOU KARKING-" *END SCENE*

 

[Matreya]

Valashu and SARRAH moved swiftly, climbing aboard Kaibigan, his Organic Ship. As he moved swiftly to the cockpit, SARRAH had already explained that the ship was moving into orbit. Instantly Valashu knew they needed to move, "Kai! Go after that ship!" But before they could do anything, the ship vanished into hyperspace.

"Do not worry, Val, I managed to get a lock onto their jump coordinates. We can get there just after they do. If the Aing-Tii drive was still up and running, we could be waiting when they get there, but as is we should reach the same location just a few minutes after." SARRAH said, and immediately he once more was happy to have the AI with him. Programming her to have Blue Max's hacking abilities, plus those pertaining to interaction with computers and technology, with a built in wifi transponder? It was amazing.

He needn't always be a place to have access to the computers within. But he also knew that a single minute, let alone several to an hour, could mean more than enough time to make another jump should they wish it. He knew this, but still, to face the potential for retribution his ally would need, he would attempt it.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Davon Karr]

https://youtu.be/MPKmkv4K8mU

People were used to seeing mandalorians in their armour. But the occupants of this bar clearly weren't used to seeing mandalorians at all. The old man wore no helm, beady eyes looked around the room from beneath a weathered brow. The room looked back.

That first step across the threshold seemed to cut the strings and all the puppets went back to their conversations. Heavy boots fell loudly upon ceramic tiles as he made his way for the bar. Davon saw several suspicious stains spread across the floor.

As broad as two men in his armour, the bar stool groaned under his bulk as he sat down. A gaunt, human with slick black hair turned to regard him suspiciously from behind the bar. The bar was barely stocked. Just three pumps in the bar and a handful of suspicious looking bottles on the counter behind.

“What brings you to the Binary Moons?”

“Beer,” Davon replied gruffly.

“We can do beer,” the man replied easily. He brought one hand up to sweep back greasy hair. With such a receding hairline the look did not suit him. He didn't even ask Davon what kind of beer as he moved to pour one.

“And I'm lookin’ for a man,” Davon added in his deep, gravelly voice. A silence fell upon the bar. It had its own tangible quality. It wasn't a calm, peaceful silence. It was thick with malice.

“I'm looking for a man, who calls himself…”

A quiet hum of several blaster safety catches being simultaneously released.

“...Draz.”

The gran on the next stool slid off it and took several steps away from Davon. The old man turned on his stool to meet several pairs of eyes that had latched onto his back.

“There's no need to do anything…”

There was a flash of light. A high pitched whine. A smoldering black mark appeared in the middle of Davon's back. His suit reported negligible damage in his earpiece, before his great granddaughter asked if he needed backup.

“...Hasty.”

The gran reached for a weapon, but Davon moved faster than anyone his age had a right to. His powered armour whined as he grasped the man by his neck and smashed him down into the bar. Chaos erupted all around. Death had arrived and several soulless had volunteered to depart this world.

---

“Hangar bay…kresh twelve…”

“Was that so hard?” Davon asked as he lowered the man back to the floor. Bodies, tables and chairs were strewn about the bar. Several walls smoked from blaster fire. “You know…this reminds me of something my great grandson told me.”

“Huh?”

Gloved fingers idly scratched at white whiskers. Davon's eyes sparkled with mirth. “So a mandalorian, a sith and a Jedi enter a bar…”

[member="Pollux"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

The minute she had exited hyperspace she had to make a evasive maneuver, blasted fething idiot who the heck did he think he was blasting out without a warning she was nearly...

Wait..she had only caught a glance of that ship yet...why did it look so familiar...oh..uh oh

If her thoughts were correct and she hoped they weren't, that had been her target...that had been jack...that wasn't his ship though, Feth why was it getting even more difficult with each minute

And even better...she saw another ship...seems they were trailing....perfect...she hoped..."r8 lock onto that ship and track it's hyperspace coordinates we can't let anyone else reach him"r8 beeped back as she gave some distance and then flipped around as she watched them fly into hyperspace, r8 informed her that they'd arrive a little late but should be about ten minutes behind"that's fine we might be faster if I had of been more observant"she said as seen blasted off

The hunt began...and it seemed others had joined in...whether they were friendly or not would be decided...she didn't care for the bounty...she only wanted personal revenge....she cared less for money or items...she'd if she could get him would pay those hunting...quite well indeed
[member="Valashu Elahad"]
[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Davon Karr"]