The search for a ring-tailed rat

[The Cyborg]

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Omega space, Naboo, Theed​

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Sunset​

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A metallic figure stepped through the nearly abandoned night-time streets of Theed. Only the occasional civilian was out as the sun set behind the tallest buildings of the city, so only a few were availble to stare at the tall cyborg as he marched through the city. He didn't seem to be going anywhere in paticular as he paced the streets of the famous city, but his optical sensors were constantly scanning the streets as he went. As his durasteel feet clanged off the stone ground of the city, the sound of it echoes through the silence, heard above the distant droning of insects all around as the sun finally finished it's work, and stars began to become more pronounced all over the sky. The Cyborg would have smiled if he had the ability too, when he saw exactly what he was looking for. A young human girl, maybe eight or nine, was travelling alone down the empty streets of Naboo, carrying a basket full of flowers. No one was around to see her, or the cyborg. She was probably walking home, prehaps from flower picking in the glades beyond the city. To bad she woulnd't make it there. As the girl stepped in to an alley, probably as a shortcut home, they weren't paticularly cautious ina city like this, no reason to be, The Cyborg followed. The girl only noticed the tall metal man behind her as the sound of metal on stone got closer. A high screech was heard, but when they arrived in the alleyway only a basket of flowers lay there, spilled over.

An hour or so later, The Cyborg stood at the top of one of the taller buildings of the city, a holocam pointed at him. He stood at the ledge of the building, holding the screaming girl out with one hand. Her screams, sadly, didn't reach the ground below, and with everybody mostly inside for the night, no one was around ot see the girl dangling off the side of the tall building. A shame, even if they were out, they wouldn't see her against the dark sky. The holocam flickered to life, and recorded the cyborg, who turned to the recording device. "Hello, people of the Omega something or other!" As the Cyborg spoke, the small girl continued to wriggle and scream in his grasp, but the metallic hand held tight. "I'm here to tell you that you have a vermin hiding in your mists! Little rat-thing... ring tailed... about this tall." The Cyborg held up the young girl, demonstrating that the person in question was roughly the same height as the child, before holding her back off the edge- which caused another scream. "And... y'see... this little rat-thing... some people want his head. Apperantly, coon-skin caps are back in season! But, y'see,. he seems to be hiding... Seems to think that he can just hide away and everyone will forget about him... Well, I have a message for him! And be sure to tell him, if ya' see the little rat... Yep, yep, I have something to tell him...! See, this is going to be happening a bit more often..." The Cyborg gestured to the young crying girl with his chin. "And it can either be the little furry rat.... or it can be "innocent" little people... I'm going to be waiting for him! But see, if he's not here, I might have to hhave some fun with someone else.... And you wouldn't want that, would you? And... you see... I can't be doing this to long... my hand gets tired." A shrill metallic laugh escaped from the cyborg's mouth, as he suddenly dropped the girl. Terrifyied screams echoed on the recording, followed by an abrupt end.

"Oops." The Holorecording flickered off, but the recording was soon uploaded to the holonet, and spread through omega procreate space, as well as to the sectors around it, like wildfire. By the time it was morning on Naboo, half of the galaxy had seen it...


[member="Racket"]

 

[Basark Blu]

He watched in disbelief, cigar in his mouth. As soon as he regained his thoughts, he sprinted towards the building but was too late. He walked over to the girl...or what used to be, anger and sadness on his face. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU MOTHERFETHER!" He shouted up to the cyborg, who he could not see at the time. Killing a little girl, innocent and joyful, until this guy showed up. Now, Basark was not the police or anything else, but he was not this low. He removed his slugthrower revolver, watching as the remaining people on the streets crowded around the corpse. He then popped open the large cylinder, slowly reaching into his trench coat. He removed several bullets, popping them into the cylinder. He slammed it shut, pulling back the hammer. He didn't even know the girl, not her parents, not her siblings but scum like this didn't belong in the galaxy. He sprinted over to the entrance of the large building, plowing into the door with his shoulder. He managed to knock the door open as he removed the cigar from his mouth for a moment. "You wanna see people die, I'll let ya see one. We'll throw a fethin' ball...at your fething funeral", He mumbled to himself. At the time, Basark was not completely awake and possibly delirious. However, he didn't care, he could still fire a weapon or go into hand-to-hand combat with this thing. He didn't care about his own personal safety but only the death of this...this...this thing.

[member="The Cyborg"].

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg stopped mid-step towards the exit of the rooftop of the large building, just after uploading his recording to the holonet, as it burst open on it's own accord- and a massive red-skinned alien with two sawed off stubs ran in, pointing a slugthrower around. He glanced down at the slugthrower, then up towards the angry man's face, and burst out in shrill metallic laughter. "You aren't the little ring-tailed rat!" The Cyborg's durasteel teeth opened in a sort of smile, as he glanced down to the slugthrower in the man's hand. "Oooh... he's got a pea-shooter! What fun!" The cyborg's teeth displayed another strange smile, before, faster then the eye can see, the cyborg's left arm shot up, with long metal fingers wrapping around [member="Basark Blu"]'s throat. The metal fingers tightened instantly around the man's throat, most likely causing him to loose his grip on the slugthrower. "What fun indeed!"

 

[Basark Blu]

He dropped the weapon, only hearing the loud noise as it fell down the stairs. He gripped the cyborg's hand, gagging. He looked around slowly, before looking the creature straight in it's red eyes. "F-feth you. I ain't afraid of a piece of scrap metal!" He managed to gasp, feeling an urge to fall unconscious. He refused to do so, forcing himself to remain conscious, using a simple method, his cigar. He managed to keep his cigar in his mouth and every moment he felt like passing out, he'd place the end of it on his shoulder, burning it. He let out several groans of pain before he could no longer possess the cigar. His cigar fell to the stairs. Anger grew on Basark's face as he continued to gag, loosing air. "What...do...you...want?" He blurted, his vision starting to decrease.

[member="The Cyborg"].

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg's mettalic teeth stayed bared in a grin as he watched the man gasp and gag for air on the ground. So much for a fight! He couldn't let the man die, though. It saved him the trouble of finding another 'innocent' if the little furry rat didn't show up in twenty-four hours. Nontheless... [member="Basark Blu"] only had to be alive, not uninjured. The Cyborg continued his grin as he strangled the man, slowly lifting him on the ground as he had no more energy to fight back. Mere moments before the man would have succumbed to unconciousness, the cyborg flung him down the steps behind him, laughing his shrill joyful laugh. This would be fun.

 

[Basark Blu]

He looked around, his vision slowly becoming darker. He started pathetically kicking his legs forward as he was raised into the air. "Why did ya-" His vision went black as he faded into darkness. He was easily thrown down the stairs, his head crashing into each one with a loud thump. By the time he reached the bottom, a rather large wound was in his forehead which was oozing blood rather rapidly. Now, he was basically defenseless until he awoke. His lifeless-like body lied their like a ragdoll, staring up at the ceiling. The blood slowly dripped onto his nose, before it fell onto his brown trench coat. The civilians watched in complete terror as they saw Basark lying there, most believing him to be deceased.

[member="The Cyborg"].

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg walked down the stairway slowly, his metallic feet clanking on each stone stair with a resounding thud that echoed through the walls of the stairway. When he got to the bottom, he slowly leaned over, grabbing the horned man by the arm, before throwing him over his left shoulder. After that, he turned, looking to the small group of civilians who were watching with horrified expressions. "Why hello folks. Don't mind me, i'm just the friendly neighborhood--" Interupting his speech, a man walked out of the crowd with a wooden bat, and proceeded to hit the metal man direclty in the face with it. Which resulted in the bat being snapped in half. The cyborg's optical sensors slowly looked down to the shattered bat, then to the horrified expression on the man's face. Then, before the man coudl respond, he shot his right hand up, and grabbed the man's right arm. A split second later, he yanked to the side, easily ripping the man's arm directly from the socket. The small crowd of civilians screamed in horror and suprise, fleeing in all directions, while the man dropped to the ground scremaing in agony. "Who says Woookiees get all the fun?" The Cyborg bared his teeth in a grin again, before dropping the man's severed limb and stepping over him, carrying [member="Basark Blu"] off in to a nearby alleyway as the sirens of the Naboo Police Force filled the air. By the time they got to the scene, The Cyborg and Basark were long gone.

Basark awoke in a pitch black room, with no visible windows or doors. Nothing sat in the room, other then him, no furniture or items of any kind. Any equipment, or wepaonry, that might have been on his body were gone. And he was alone.

(You're in my ship, will use you if you don't mind in 24 hours, if [member="Racket"] dosen't show up. Won't kill you though. )

 

[Racket]

Bar a few miles away

Liquid mind numb rolled down jugular. When everyone wanted a piece of the limited resource, that was Racket's ass, satisfaction ratings hit all time lows. His ass was not for sharing anyways. Currently it was comfortably holding him on the stool of the fancy bar. Seconds ago his time wasting efforts spent drifting into oblivion was ignored by most. Now eyes were on him. Nostrils flared a bit due to the feeling that it brought. Making him an outsider was normal. Still pissed Racket off deep down. Wealthy couple next to him whispered slightly and kept stealing peaks. True; the booze had hit hard. No, these looks felt like judgement. Frack'EM.


"WaNNa KeEp ThOsE EyEs oFF Me? LoOkS Ain'T FrEE Feth BAgS!"


Live feed of some robotic scum sucker announcing things and dropping fleshies rolled behind the bar top. Breaking News. Subtitles were to close to home to be tasteful in Racket's point of view but then again who was he to judge good junk Holovid. Seperate screen posted footage of his personal destruction. Then his face and current bounty predicament. Reality set in. Bar keep began fidgeting too much to not be noticed. The attention he gave to his pouring skills told Racket that the situation was going one of two ways. "Let me ask you a fascinating question. You'll enjoy it the most kiddo." the words shocked the guy out of his gaze. "With craze bot mercing kids in the street how many authorities do you think will be left to come save you from me after you hit that alarm? Enough to insure your survival." Couple begin to leave their seats. Right hand twitched fast enough to snap his blaster from it's holster before garnishing a reaction from the fethers. "Sit. Down."

Eyes rolled back to the bar keep. "You all stay very calm and still; Got it. I'm handing you credits and leaving. You all go home and no mess to clean up. Move a muscle and plan B goes into action real kinds of fast." The chips hit the counter right before adjustment of weight had him slipping from the stool and backing up towards the door. "Good day to you,.." Bar keep dove for the button. "DUmD!" Trigger finger rolled unleashing bolts into the couple and bar. The Fracker just asked to be MuRdEreD. "TAsTe mY jUStiCe!!! HAhAHA" Within the laughter his little body was already reaching the bar top. Clear shot dropping into the guys cranium.

Alarm blared throughout the now vacant room.
[member="The Cyborg"]

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg's ship - somewhere on Naboo

"Well! The little rat didn't show!" The cyborg spoke loudly to himself as he stepped through his small ship, his eerie shrill laughter bouncing off the metallic walls all around him. "Too bad for you devil-boy!" [member="Basark Blu"] could hear his metallic voice from where he was trapped, dark alone for the past day or so with no food or water. More then likely, the Devronian was much to weak to fight. The little door to his room swung open, and light hit Basark for the first time in the last twenty-four hours. Once his eyes adjusted, he could see The Cyborg pointing a... grenade launcher... at him. "Up and at em! It's time for your close up!" Before Basark had a chance to even get up, The Cyborg grabbed him by the arm with his other hand, and dragged him out of the roomw here he was improsned. Soon, the Devronian was forced in to a metal chair, and hit upside the head with the grenade launcher, to sutn him enough that he woudln't fight back.

As the stars dissipeared before his eyes, he could see that he was tied to the chair with metal cables, and the cyborg was on the other side of the room, behind a large holocamera. "Hah! Ya' ready for your big scene?!" The Cyborg laughed again, a shrill horrible laugh, as he attached his scomp link in to a small console behind the camera. A minute later, he turned to the camera, flicked it on, and stepped over to the Devronian...



All channels of the holovision in Theed began to flicker and shutter, bursting into crackling static. A few moments later, the static began to clear, to show The Cyborg in front of a struggling man in a chair. "Hello people of Treed! It appears our little ratty friend hasn't arrived yet! I've always considered myself a man of my word... and it's been twenty-four hours... so here we are!" The Cyborg grinned his metallic teeth again, before gesturing to Basarak. A quick movement of the cyborg's other hand showed a small durasteel knife, which he waved around for a few moments. "Now, y'see... I warned you all already! Every day the little rat dosen't show up..." The Cyborg, out of nowhere, stabbed the knife deep in to Basark's left arm. "Every day... something bad's going to happen..." As the cyborg pauised, he raised the knife again, and dug it deep in to the devronian's other arm. "Something real bad...." The Cyborg solwly raised from the injured man, and turned to the camera, pointing his knife at it. "It could be you! Or your milkman! It could be your son or daughter.... Maybe your new baby- your precious little joy..." The Cyborg spun around again, and slammed the handle of his knife in to Basark's jaw, probably loosening a tooth or two. The Cyborg slowly raised the point of his knife to Basark's face as he spoke. "See... this guy's just a start.. If you don't count the little girl, that is." The Cyborg grinned, slowly pushing the point of the knife towards Basark's eye. "If the little Racket rat dosen't come himself... you people will bring him... Bring the rat, to the west swamps, and no one else gets hurt..." The Cyborg rested the tip of the knife right at the corner of Basark's eye, pointed towards his pupil. "But.... if you don't... next it just might be you..." With his last word, The Cyborg jabbed his knife forwards, directly in to the tissue of Basark's eye, and wrenched the knife back, pulling the entire thing out of socket. The Cyborg laughed a horrible shrill laugh, and raised the knife towards the holocamera, the nerve still attaching it to it's socket. "Twenty-four hours before the game starts again!" And the camera flicked off.

The recording soon spread through the Omega Procreate News, to all worlds in omega space, but it was specifically popular in Theed, and other areas of Naboo. If [member="Racket"] wouldn't come himself... The Cyborg was going to have a mob of angry villagers bring him.


(I had permission to screw up Basark's eye.)

 

[Basark Blu]

"GAAAH!" He screamed in agony as the blade pierced his left arm. "D-don't listen to 'em! Get off the fethin' planet, if you can't don't let your kids outside! This crazy motherfether will kill you!" He said, anger in his voice. He let out another wretched scream as the blade pierced his other arm. He then let out a horrific shout as his eye was removed. He looked up to the ceiling, managing to clench his fist as he continued to scream. "GET OFF OF THE FETHING PLANET! DO IT, NOW! YOU CAN'T STOP 'EM, DO YOU HEAR ME? HE KILLED...A...FETHING...CHILD, GET OUTTA 'ERE!" He shouted at the camera, spitting blood out onto the floor. As the pain started to increase, he looked at [member="The Cyborg"]. "You know what, you c-can go feth...yourself!" He said, spitting blood onto the cyborg's face. "DON'T OBEY 'EM! IT'LL JUST MAKE THINGS FETHING WORSE. DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, HE WANTS YOU TO FETHING FEAR HIM!" He shouted, this time with more anger than agony.

 

[The Cyborg]

The Cyborg laughed as [member="Basark Blu"] spat blood on his face. After the holocamera shut down, he turned to Basark again, with a shrill laugh. He knew that they wouldn't listen to him. Who would listen to a man who's being tortured, telling them to disobey so they could be tortured? Besides, if they did stay in their homes, he'd just blow them up! The Cyborg grinned again, and glanced at Basark, watching blood leak out of his now empty socket. "Heheh... I'll tell you what, old buddy old boy! If you're still alive when I come back, you can be the star of another holomovie! Won't that be great?" The Cyborg turned around, and just walked out of the ship.

(Sorry for keeping you. If [member="Racket"] dosen't get brought tot he swamps again in 24 hours, i'll let ya' go. Badly injured, but nontheless.)

 

[The Cyborg]

The next day, The Cyorg slid open the door that led to the small room [member="Basark Blu"] was contained in. He'd been strapped to the chair with metal cables, and severely injured, so he knew there was no way he could've escaped. And, since [member="Racket"] didn't show up.. Well, frankly the Devronian was doomed. He didn't want to kill him, though... No, that wouldn't be any fun! He grinned as he walked up to the bound Devronian, laughing his shrill laughter so loud that it more then likely woke him up. "Wakey wakeyyyyy!" The Cyborg smiled, and rested his hands on the injured parts of Basark's arms, shaking him harshly. "Time to wake up!" As Basark more then likely began to come to, The Cyborg slowly rose. The devronian could feel the ship lurch as it rose from the swamps on autopilot. "Looks like they didn't bring the rat! Lucky you!" The Cyborg smiled again, as the ship rose from the swamps and started to head west, towards Theed. "Y'know, I was just going to kill you, then find some little Togruta girl to dismember... But then I had an idea! Why kill you... when we could have so much fun? You could be my new Little Moeda!" The Cyborg stopped for a second, as if recalling old memories, before he began to speak again. "And I couldn't let my new toy die, could I? No no no, you've been to much fun!" The ship jerked again as The Cyborg ranted. "And the fun's just beginning, y'see... Oh, how i've missed the game!"

 

[Basark Blu]

"You fething freak!" He said, shaking his head. "You think this is a fething game? Killing children to get to a fething "rat?" Well, lemme tell you something! Why don't you get this rat yourself instead of being a coward and luring 'em in? I'm glad he hasn't showed up, less people to kiss your ass." He said, spitting on the cyborg once again. "Why don't you do it? Get 'em yourself, coward!"

[member="The Cyborg"]

 

[The Cyborg]

The cyborg laughed his shrill laugh. "Myself? Do it myself? What's the fun in that! Oh, I remember words like that... 'Fight your battles with me!' He said. 'Don't harm the innocents!' He said. Hahaha! You'll make a great replacement for Little Moeda. Yes, yes, you'll be much fun!" The ship jerked as it stopped in mid air, hovering over a large river near the city of Theed. "Oooooh... here's your stop! So sad that the game can't go on now! It'll start again soon, though... Soon!" The cyborg laughed again, the high pitched cackling echoing int he metal room, before he grabbed the chair [member="Basark Blu"] was tied to with both hands. He lifted it into the air as if Basark was a child, and carried him simply out of the small room. Once they left the room, Basark could see the ramp to the small ship was open; showing the river below. "See ya' soon, Redskin!" And he flung him from the ramp. Of course, Basark was badly injured, and tied to a chair with metal cables, flung from endless meters up in to a vast river. But The Cyborg knew he'd survive. The heroes types always find a way to survive. So the ramp on his small ship closed, and blasted towards the upper atmosphere, before Theed Police shuttles could follow. The game was beginning anew.

(Last time someone was the focus of this character's "Game", it was a Jedi. It ended with him becoming a sith, all of his friends dead, his master dead, his arm cut off, and all his hope in civilization failing. It ended with him force screaming The Cyborg into oblivion. You found yourself a new Nemesis. )

 

[Basark Blu]

He hit the water, easily pinned. He started looking around nervously, as he was tied with no possible way to escape by himself only. He begun kicking his feet but it did not assist him, as he was pinned underneath the water. He let out a silent prayer before struggling with his restrains. However, he could not break free and continued to flow down the river. He was loosing air and fast, he was probably never going to be even glanced at as he died in this river. This could've been the end, but the chair finally managed to wash up on shore, only his head out of the water. Now, he just had to wait, endure the pain and wait for anyone to assist him. Although, he could not shake the fear of being brought back into the river and never being seen again.

[member="The Cyborg"]