The Fall of Overlord

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Devron Creel"] [member="Julian Valentine"] [member="Katelyn Thanewulf"]

The planet of Nar Shaddaa was bustling. It was evening on the Smuggler's Moon, and the neon lights and holographic displays of thousands of clubs and bars turned the whole planet into one massive ball of color. An ordinary human might have been bewildered, maybe even stunned, by the vastness of the planet known as the hub of the galactic underworld. However, Filius Stellarum was not an ordinary human. Not by a long shot.

While most of the visitors to Nar Shaddaa walked on the various promenades or flew through bustling speeder lanes, Filius ran along the roof tops, his hood drawn low and sniper rifle strapped across his back. He moved like a shadow, not making a sound. He felt free.

Filius had been on Nar Shaddaa for almost a month. His first week has been a bustle of activity, involving Hutts, shootouts, and various other things that were the perks of his particular line of work. However, after nearly a month of fruitless searching, Filius was drawing close to his target. The Hutt called Overlord would be in his sights before long. Filius smiled grimly at the thought of a blaster bolt ripping through the skull of the creature that had destroyed his life.

Filius hadn't expected the search to go by so quickly. He had thought that it would take months, maybe years, before he found the Hutt that he was looking for. However, just a week ago he had come across an old spacer who had claimed to know the Hutt he was after. Apparently, the Hutt kept a very low profile, but he had a taste for fine Mon Calamari seafood, and had it imported every week. The spacer had claimed that he had heard a flunky call the Hutt "Overlord" during one of his dropoffs.

Said spacer had long since been forced into retirement, but he had provided the link that Filius needed. He had searched for a week or so, keeping an eye on every smuggling shipment that came into Nar Shaddaa. Finally, the day before now, he had found what he was looking for. A mysterious criminal, [member="Devron Creel"], had brought in a shipment of Mon Calamari seafood that day. It wasn't a concrete lead, but it was all Filius had at this point. So, he had begun to track the young man through the bowels of the Smuggler's Moon...

(OOC: Didn't know if you were a smuggler, or some other sort of criminal. Hope this works. Your move Devron )

 

[Devron Creel]

Spoiler

I haven't written Devron in upwards of two years, and I've never RPed with him, so I apologize for how rusty this may seem.

Neon lights and dimly lit bars were something Devron Creel was no stranger to, and for good reason. When the majority of one's life was spent among the criminal underworld, they typically became quickly accustomed to navigating its shady side-streets and less than hospitable establishments with ease, paying no mind to whatever dangers may lurk within or around the next corner. Much of the same went for him, and although he was oftentimes overly cocky in his presentation he was capable of defending himself. Just like every other spacer or errant smuggler he was nothing short of a crack shot with a blaster, maintaining his position as a jack-of-all-trades overall.

Typically after finishing with a job he was quick to leave the planet behind for the familiar confines of his ship, but with that currently being repaired at the most trustworthy spaceport he could locate he was stuck. However, the Smuggler's Moon was haven to all those he found some sort of kindred with, so he wasn't entirely unhappy. After all, it offered him a chance to relearn its unspoken rules and customs, and gave the opportunity to look for more work or similar preoccupations. The only way someone like him made their way in the galaxy was through a constant filter of this or that odd job, the majority less than legal in nature. But they paid well, and that was all he really cared about in the end.

Tendrils of electricity sparked across his fingers, the only telltale sign of his Force sensitivity, and the only one that would manifest itself so visibly. His technique in the ethereal was laughable at best, and oftentimes he benefited solely from the enhanced reflex and sixth sense it offered him, and nothing more. Sure, he could manage a few parlor tricks here and there, but they were by far nothing to shake a stick at. It was that aforementioned sixth sense that pricked at the back of his mind, insinuating with its quiet whisper that it would be highly advisable to watch his back. Almost casually his hand dropped to the blaster pistol at his side, a precautionary gesture and one that eased his conscience all the same. There was something coming. He just didn't know what.

[member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Devron Creel"]
(OOC: No problems man)
Filius smiled down at the young man on the street below him. It was almost too easy. He watched through his scope as the man's hand drifted to his pistol and almost laughed. Like that was going to help him. Taking extremely careful aim from the rooftop at the man's skull, Filius slowly squeezed the trigger and released a single high-power stun blast.

 

[Devron Creel]

While his reflexes may not have been impeccable, they were developed enough that Devron was able to turn and raise his pistol before the stun bolt made contact. He wasn't a Jedi by any means, but he had glimpsed at enough before unconsciousness took him to know that the shot had come from a distance rather than someone right behind him. That spoke of a bounty hunter or similar individual, though his mind was much too clouded by that time to so much as attempt to register whom he might have irked enough to get a price on his head worth hunting down. His last thought before collapsing to the pavement was that he would be waking up with one helluva headache.

[member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Devron Creel"]
Filius smiled. The shot had been perfect. Now all he had to do was get down to the man and get him somewhere he could question him further. Attaching a grappling line to the roof of the building, Filius slid down until his boots hit the ground. He walked over to the unconscious young man and rolled him over, pulling a zip-cuff from his belt as he did so. With the man secure, Filius tucked the fallen pistol into his belt and dragged the man into the shadows of a nearby alley. Hiding himself in the shadows, Filius propped the limp form up against the wall and waited for him to awake.

 

[Devron Creel]

Normally, when awakening with a sharp pain in his head, it was at the very least accompanied by semi-pleasant memories of the night before. After all, more often than not a headache was indicative of some kind of hangover, and oftentimes that meant some kind of good time was had. However, this time Devron experienced no such luck. Instead the last thing he could recall was being struck with a stun bolt before collapsing to the ground. Given a bit of maneuvering he discovered his hands were bound behind him, and he was leaning up against a wall in what appeared to be an alleyway. Nearly immediately it registered that his blaster was gone, the familiar weight absent from his person. Kark.

At this point the only real upside he could think of was that he wasn't dead, and that was as good of a realization as any. Pushing himself into more of a comfortable position he considered for a moment who he might have upset enough to deserve this, but for once in his life came up blank. His ethereal senses were slow in kicking in, but they did a fine enough job of letting him know he wasn't alone when they did. "Who the hell are you?"

[member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Devron Creel"]
"That is irrelevant," Filius said, keeping his face shrouded in shadow, "And I'll be asking the questions here."

Filius stood and walked up to the man, keeping his face as covered in shadow as possible. He stood over him, a silent wraith haloed by Nar Shaddaa's glimmering lights.

"I'm looking for a Hutt called Overlord, and I know you've at least had dealings with his cronies," Filius said. He then pulled the man's pistol out of his belt and aimed the deadly weapon right between the man's eyes.

"Tell me where to find that sack of slime or I'll blow a hole through your skull big enough to drive the Death Star through."

 

[Devron Creel]

"Go ahead. Or, wait a second," Here he turned his head, "This is my good side." After a moment Devron faced the man again, seeming to ignore the weapon leveled directly at him. It was never more clear than in that moment that he cared little and less for his own life, a fact that at once made him dangerous to deal with and nearly impossible to threaten, at least in the traditional manner. "If it makes it easier for you I can turn around. From what I've seen it's a lot easier for you lot to shoot a guy that doesn't see it coming. Just say the word." Despite the threat of imminent death he remained relatively easygoing, everything about his posture relaxed, even if he was a bit uncomfortable with his hands restrained behind his back.

Shrugging a shoulder, he kept his gaze steadily locked with the other man's. "What, just because I worked with his cronies you think I know everything about him? Crime bosses aren't that stupid, kid. They know they're wanted, so they do the smart thing and get other people to play the in-between to their dirty work. But I'd start on Nal Hutta and work from there. Should be common sense really. Hutt space, you're looking for a Hutt, you know, that fine thing called logic. Should give it a shot sometime." As always, his lack of mental processing before he spoke his mind would always be his greatest bane.

[member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Devron Creel"]
The next thing Devron would see or feel was Filius's hand, still holding the blaster, flashing faster than the eye could follow to strike him across the face. The blow wasn't hard enough to break anything, but the barrel would probably draw blood and the kid would definitely have a headache for a while.

"If there is one thing I don't like its a smart aleck," Filius said, "You thing I'm a moron? You brought in a shipment of Mon Calamri seafood to Nar Shaddaa recently. I want to know who it was for. And don't lie. I really, really don't like liars."

 

[Devron Creel]

The pistol cracked across his face with an impressive accuracy, opening up a bruising cut along the arch of his cheekbone, crimson welling up and beginning to fall down the side of his face like so many mock tears. Slowly he turned his head to once again look at the other man, grimacing in pain for the first few seconds. "Fortunately for the both of us I don't give a damn what you like. And what, now I can't think what I want? It's better than calling you an imbecile to your face, isn't it?" The chances of that earning him another strike were odds he wouldn't hesitate to place money on, but without a weapon his next defense was the spoken word, his naturally caustic attitude emerging whenever it saw the opportunity to do so.

"Yeah, I brought in the shipment just yesterday. Some guy paid me off in the spaceport, I'm assuming he was the middle-man. Makes me think it was either for someone from the upper class that doesn't like getting their hands dirty, or somebody like the guy you're looking for that likes to pretend he's respectable. Can't say if he's connected to this Hutt or not, but maybe it's going from here to Nal Hutta. Hell if I know, or care. Not my problem anymore." He'd already gotten his credits, and that was that. What happened to the items he smuggled once they were in the hands of those that had hired him wasn't his business, and he cared little for anything that might have happened since that job was completed.

[member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Devron Creel"]
"See? Was that so hard?" Filius said. Now he had a lead. A good, solid one too. Just one more thing he had to find out before he left.

"What was the name of this middle-man?" he asked.

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Devron Creel"] [member="Julian Valentine"]

OOC: I am going to be moving on to the second phase. I hope you haven't forgotten this Julian, cause you're up. If you would, just post something about being hired to stop me and we'll go from there, if you are still interested.