Blitz
RETIRED
VASSEK
Imperium Pre-fab Base
Once belonging to the Fel Empire, the constituted portion of the mountainous and rocky regions of the southeast hemisphere was home to the Imerpium bases of old. Notably a pre-fab base that had been erected years ago, and now was just as defunct and in substantial ruin as the rest of the forts and factories it had boasted in its prime. The structure underground had been cleared out of all necessary goods and spoils of war, but the actual above ground remnants was nothing but a hollow and desecrated husk of it's former glory. It wasn't useful for much, at least for any major operation, but the supply room, and adequate lighting far away from the prying eyes of either faction surrounding the planet's whereabouts was certainly a boon to his cause. An abstract and almost homemade radio beacon with an encrypted channel was erected and placed on his ship, which docked not far away. The Deathstick sat idle while the actual position of the makeshift Chemist was down below in the bunker like facility looking over several holographic blueprints of the design he'd crafted. A faithful Zabrak and two others from his family employ were about their business, toting down crates for Amaul to line one of the walls of the bunker with which he was conducting this affair.
"This is the last one, Big Brother Blitz. No sign of them yet." Ofta commented to the eccentrically clothed Spice King. His muscled frame shifted and turned tail, making sure the rest of the contents were stowed and secured. This one had been with him from the near beginning, and from his size and strength most would think him just the muscle, but that was far from the truth. Ofta assisted in many areas that Blitz had need of, and he was treated as a brother in the family, a respected and trusted member that had all the benefits of being part of Amaul's crew.
"My thanks Brother Ofta. Let me know if they pop on da radar, and show'em down." The halfbreed said in his lazy drawl while rotating the canvas of the holographic emission ninety degrees and cradling the chin with his fingers. Digits reached up afterwards to clutch the deathstick and take a slow drag from it's contents. Smoke billowing up from his lips and then out through his nostrils about a half a minute later. He'd been working on this project since he'd had to 'liquidate' all the assets out of a particular warehouse on Shaddaa. He still was not pleased with that loss, and had yet to find a contact wiling and able to help him in tracking down what happened to that particular officer who had pointed the Republic his way.
Earlier that day, he'd sent word out to a budding business, having seen a facade, and gained enough intel to know that the eyes were a bit deceiving at first glance. They though had an operation with enough reach and scope to do as he needed, but without the high flung corporate to do that often left red tape across every aspect and design of a functioning workplace. He hated red tape, and he hated the politics of it all. He preferred to deal plainly. Blitz was a buinsessman, but he operated on a very person to person basis. Word of mouth was the creed of his way.
[member="Xenia Nastassia"]
Imperium Pre-fab Base
Once belonging to the Fel Empire, the constituted portion of the mountainous and rocky regions of the southeast hemisphere was home to the Imerpium bases of old. Notably a pre-fab base that had been erected years ago, and now was just as defunct and in substantial ruin as the rest of the forts and factories it had boasted in its prime. The structure underground had been cleared out of all necessary goods and spoils of war, but the actual above ground remnants was nothing but a hollow and desecrated husk of it's former glory. It wasn't useful for much, at least for any major operation, but the supply room, and adequate lighting far away from the prying eyes of either faction surrounding the planet's whereabouts was certainly a boon to his cause. An abstract and almost homemade radio beacon with an encrypted channel was erected and placed on his ship, which docked not far away. The Deathstick sat idle while the actual position of the makeshift Chemist was down below in the bunker like facility looking over several holographic blueprints of the design he'd crafted. A faithful Zabrak and two others from his family employ were about their business, toting down crates for Amaul to line one of the walls of the bunker with which he was conducting this affair.
"This is the last one, Big Brother Blitz. No sign of them yet." Ofta commented to the eccentrically clothed Spice King. His muscled frame shifted and turned tail, making sure the rest of the contents were stowed and secured. This one had been with him from the near beginning, and from his size and strength most would think him just the muscle, but that was far from the truth. Ofta assisted in many areas that Blitz had need of, and he was treated as a brother in the family, a respected and trusted member that had all the benefits of being part of Amaul's crew.
"My thanks Brother Ofta. Let me know if they pop on da radar, and show'em down." The halfbreed said in his lazy drawl while rotating the canvas of the holographic emission ninety degrees and cradling the chin with his fingers. Digits reached up afterwards to clutch the deathstick and take a slow drag from it's contents. Smoke billowing up from his lips and then out through his nostrils about a half a minute later. He'd been working on this project since he'd had to 'liquidate' all the assets out of a particular warehouse on Shaddaa. He still was not pleased with that loss, and had yet to find a contact wiling and able to help him in tracking down what happened to that particular officer who had pointed the Republic his way.
Earlier that day, he'd sent word out to a budding business, having seen a facade, and gained enough intel to know that the eyes were a bit deceiving at first glance. They though had an operation with enough reach and scope to do as he needed, but without the high flung corporate to do that often left red tape across every aspect and design of a functioning workplace. He hated red tape, and he hated the politics of it all. He preferred to deal plainly. Blitz was a buinsessman, but he operated on a very person to person basis. Word of mouth was the creed of his way.
[member="Xenia Nastassia"]