The Monster of District 78

[Nawd]

Several months ago an old human woman was found in the underworld of Corusaunt, District 78, brutally beaten to death. Medical examiners released that she appeared to have died from either blood loss, or severe organ damage- due to the extent of the injuries, it's impossible to tell which. Since then, several people have been found brutally beaten or dead, the common theme being full body damage, broken ribs, and severe fractures located all over the body. One Coruscanti police officer described the attacks as;

"It's as if the victim was ran over by a speederbike, then beat with clubs by a gang of rabid Wookiees."

Every body was found with all personal items, clothes, and jewlery removed, leading Coruscanti police to believe an extremely dangerous mugger is prowling District 78, possibly of a large alien species such as a Wookiee, Herglic, or a Coruscanti Ogre. Although the latter is less likely as the victims were not eaten.

With the spread of the news of this dangerous new criminal in District 78 of the Coruscanti underworld, rumors have begun to circulate as well, ecpecially among the teenagers of the district. The rumors decipt a fifteen foot tall monster with six foot long tusks, that spits fire, has giant devil's horns, and can bench press a speeder bike easily. The rumors also describe the monster as having grey- or sometimes green- skin, and having an elephantine trunk. Most people, although, simply disregard this monster as an urban myth. Nontheless, it has become common for people to heavily avoid traveling alone at night, or in dark alleys, in District 78. 
 
Nawd stood in the shadows of a small alley, watching small groups of people wander by in the night. Even in the middle of the night, Corusaunt was busier then most planets during rush hour. But, the multitude of people meant that they often used back roads and alleys as shortcuts, or to avoid being seen by others. That's how he got most of his possesions. Tonight, he would need to get some new clothes- his shirt that he had stolen from a Herglic gambler was falling apart at the seams after over a month of wearing it non-stop.

The sound of voices pulled Nawd out of his thoughts. Two shifty looking men- one wearing an eyepatch, and one wearing a black cloak- made their way in to the alleyway where Nawd was hidden. Neither of them had clothes that would fit him- but they may have credits... He could convince that homeless human from sector 79 to use the credits to buy him a new shirt. Nawd himself, of course, wouldn't be able to buy it. A nine foot tall Cragmoloid attracts alot of attention. The two men were getting closer. They were talking about something to do with a shipment of Twi'lek slaves. Slavers. They were slavers.

Nawd hefted the small metal beam he had scavenged a few weeks before to his shoulder, crouching as low as he could in the shadows. It was extremely dark in the underworld- the men wouldn't see him until they were close enough. Nawd jumped out of the shadows, and abruptly swung his metal beam in to Eyepatch's head. There was a sickening snapping sound, and Eyepatch fell to the ground. The other one, the one with the black cloak, was faster. He drew a small weapon, a slugthrower, from his belt, and fired point blank at the Cragmoloid. Luckily in the dark, his aim wasn't very good. The metal slug only grazed his side, making a good sized gash, before Nawd swung his beam in to the man's chest. With a yell of pain, the man fell next to his partner. Nawd dropped the beam, and knelt down next to the two. The scream didn't bother him, people screamed all the time in the underworld, no one took notice. The man tried to fight back against the elephantine alien, but was only rewarded by being knocked out.

"The clothes are too small..." Nawd mumured to himself, going through the pockets of the two men. The first man's neck was twisted at a horrible angle, and he wasn't breathing. "Credits!" A smile broke out on the Cragmoloid's face as he discovered a large sack of credit chips in Eyepatch's jacket. "Must have been a gambler..." After taking the slugthrower that shot him, even though he didn't know how to use it, Nawd stood up, groaning as it put pressure on his gash. Nawd lumbered off, eager to get away before the bodies were found...
 
 
The next day, Coruscanti police found two bodies within an alleyway in the underworld of Corusaunt, they automatically assumed it was another work of the man the media had begun to refer to as the "Monster of Sector 78". The first of which appeared to have died from a combination of a severely broken neck, and severe head trauma. Medical examiners released that he died instantly. The other one was belived to suffer longer. His injuries included three broken ribs, one of which splintered and punctured the spleen, which resulted in his internal bleeding and eventual death. What made this murder more important then all others, though, was a small quantity of blood found near the bodies, that was not human. Genetic testing proved that it came from a Cragmoloid alien. Assuming that the blood sample came from the killer, a bounty has been released for the live capture of this alien.

Any bounty hunter who delivers this alien, alive, to the Coruscanti police department will recieve 30,000 credits, and a mug that says 'I helped the coruscanti police department!'. Payment will be delivered upon testing the captured alien's blood with the DNA sample found.



[[ooc note: Right, I wanted to make a post to introduce my new FS character, as well as give some bounty hunter types something to do if they're bored. So, here we are. Feedback is appreciated.]]

 

[Basara]

(OCC: While I may consider traveling to this planet for a business trip, I need to say that you should separate your middle paragraph in half. I keep getting lost, when re reading it.)

 

[Nawd]

(OOC: Edited, @Basara. Ty for the feedback!)

 

[Nawd]

Now that they knew what they were dealing with, Coruscanti police had been much more effective in stopping Nawd's nightly scavenges. Every time Nawd attempted to leave his shelter, either Coruscanti police or bounty hunters were patroling nearly everywhere. It was imposisble to get anything- he wasn't even able to scavenge food from the dumpsters behind the Greasy Spoon diner that he usually got his meals from. Now, after three meals without eating, Nawd sat on his makeshift bed- a pile of discarded matresses, cushions, and blankets- listening to the steady drop of the drainage pipe that he got his water from.

His shelter was an abandoned warehouse (yes, I know, cliche) that once stored droid parts. Now, among vast piles of empty crates sat Nawd and his possesions; his makeshift bed, a bucket that sat under a dripping drainage pipe in which he got his water, his metal beam- once the leg of a hoverbus stop- that he used as a club, and a rusty locker where he kept the various items he'd stolen over the past few months. He would need food tonight, he hadn't eaten in days, but he had no idea how to get it without attracting the attention of the Coruscanti police that were now patroling even the dark alleys of the underworld. On top of that, every time he moved his slugthrower wound throbbed with pain.

He had pulled back his torn shirt to look at it, earlier, only to be greeted by an angry gash leaking white ooze. It wasn't healing. He'd never gotten an injury that didn't heal before, even when he was whipped and beaten by his masters on Kessel, the gashes and welts eventually healed... they didn't get worse. If his situation didn't improve soon, he wouldn't make it. He had to find a way to get food- and medical attention, for that matter- or he would have to turn himself in to the Coruscanti police. At least in prison he'd have food... And he wouldn't have to scavenge for it. The Cragmoloid slowly pushed himself off of his pile of blankets and cushions, groaning in pain as his gash made itself known.
"Kriffing slaver...If he wasn't already dead, i'd kill 'im..." The alien limped around towering stacks of crates, some empty and some still full of droid parts, holding one hand against his gash as he went. Soon, he pushed aside the large crate- with another moan of pain- that served as his door, and peeked his trunk out in to the alleyway. Satisfied that no one was there, the alien limped out, keeping his ears alert for any sign of the Coruscanti police. If he didn't find food tonight, he'd have to turn himself in...

 

[Nawd]

The Elphantine alien wandered through back alleyways of the Corusaunt underworld, careful to hide his bulk behind a large dumpster, or small building, every time the Coruscanti police showed. With every step, the gash on his ribs gushed blood and white ooze, and sent pain through Nawd's entire right side. But that wasn't the first thing on his mind, now. He was used to pain, his masters on Kessel used to whip him, or beat him with stun batons, every time he didn't do exactly what he was told. Which was alot. Right now, he was looking for food. His usual place for meals, a large dumpster behind the Greasy Spoon diner where leftover food was dumped, was crawling with Coruscanti police. Apperantly, now that there were so many police in the district, they'd chosen that diner of all places to eat on their breaks. Now, Nawd stood rooting through the dumpster of a apartment complex, looking for anything edible to eat. Usually he would just tip the dumpster over, and scavenge from what spilled out, but with his new injury, he found it hard to move anything heavier then the crate that served as his door, back home.

His trunk brushed against the various pieces of trash, sniffing, looking for any sign of something edible. "Pair of shoes.... trash... who threw out a perfectly good trombone?" Nawd sighed, and lifted his trunk from the dumpster. Just trash, no food. He turned down to limp down the alleyway, keeping his trunk high to sniff for any signs of food. He didn't know of any other diners in the district, but then again he never really looked before. The Greasy Spoon always had plenty of food in it's dumpsters. The elphantine alien came to the end of the alleyway, sticking his trunk out to scout for any other sapients before stepping out. He stepped in to a courtyard between four towering buildings. "Plenty of dumpsters here!" The alien charged to the nearest one, and stuck his trunk in, feeling ad sniffing for any sign of food. A moment later, a siren sounded very nearby, and Nawd's head snapped up, his ears at attention.

"Coruscanti police! Hands and... err.... trunk above your head!"

Nawd spun around to see four coruscnati police armed with stun pistols, aiming at him from the alleyway in which he came. He quickly looked around for any sign of escape; there was three other alleyways leading out of the courtyard, two were barricaded by dumpsters, and one was too narrow for Nawd to fit through. He looked back at the four officers, who were slowly surrounding him, keeping their pistols high.

"On the ground! Don't make us shoot!"

Nawd hadn't brought his pole, he had nothing to fight with... He could just swat them down, and stomp on them like he used to, but while he was injured, and they had stun pistols? He didn't like his chances... Maybe he could just let them arrest him? He'd go to prison, but he'd have three meals a day, and shelter. Was it worth it? One of the officers came up on Nawd's left, and produced a pair of ridiculously small stun cuffs, trying to clamp them on to the Cragmoloid's wrist. Nawd took his chance. He hefted his left arm, his good side, and grabbed the officer by the chest, flinging him to the other nearest officer. The other two fired, of course, and blue streams of electricty arced through the air to hit the elephantine. Nawd bellowed in pain, but it wasn't enough to bring him down. Those weapons were made to disable humans. The Cragmoloid turned to the next nearest officer, and swatted him down with his good arm, keeping his right arm down to shelter his injured side. He turned towards the alleyway and charged straight forwards, running over the fourth officer and tramping him under his three-toed feet.

Nawd ran down the alleyway he came from, happy that only four officers came. His gash throbbed with every step but that didn't matter, he had to get to his shelter, food or not. The alien turned a corner in to another alleyway, and kept running, Home's this way, right? Sirens filled the air all around the running alien as he made his way through unknown territory, no idea where he was, or where his shelter was. He would just keep running until he found somewhere to hide, somewhere away from the Coruscanti police...

Meanwhile, a recording of Nawd fighting the four officers has been shown several times on the holonet and holovision networks, taken from the visors of the Coruscanti police. Several close-ups of Nawd's face have been shown, as well, edited from the recordings.Now, every officer and bounty hunter looking for the Cragmoloid knows exactly what they're hunting. It's only a matter of time before they find Nawd, now.