Induction of a Wraith (?)

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 2.19.03

Cryil strolled down one of the many streets that crisscrossed the domed city of Hikahi. The smuggler had been staying on Calamari for close to a month now, renting a small apartment close to the waterfront..which could be considered anywhere on the floating city since it rested on top of the giant ocean the covered the planet. Cryil's Ship, the YT-2400 Wayward Son sat in a secure berth in one of the cities several space ports. Cryil walked along, tucking a few loose strands of red hair behind his ear as he walked, flipping up the neck of his jacket. The controlled temperature in the city was a comfortable 70 degrees, but cryil felt a chill, a nervousness that was starting to get to him, though an outside observer could never see it. Cryil needed a job, and a good paying one, his credits were running out, and then only reason he even considered staying where he was is to avoid bounty hunters, at least for the time being, but it is hard to stay hidden without the credits to keep you hidden

[dravendarklighter]

Originally posted 3.3.03

The ship pulled out of hyperspace and Cade came into the bridge and looked at Chapel and Kettch.

"Are we here?" He looked outside and saw the planet. It was blue. "Planet of water. Why did it have to be a planet of water." Cade, formerly known as Draven, spoke that last part under his breath and mostly to his self. Growing up on planet of dirt, he was afraid of water. He bathed, and drank it, but there was inherit fear of lakes, ponds and other forms of bodies of water. You weren’t quite sure as to what was floating next to you, under you or in some cases over you. Of course, he knew the reasons why they were at a planet of water. See, if you wanted some of the best star ship parts in the galaxy, you came to Mon Cal. They entered orbit, requested permission to land and berthed in Coral City.

"Man this humidity is going to kill my hair." Josefina said as they walked down the boarding ramp.

"You’re hair, what about me." The Ewok said as he wrinkled his nose.

"If you want we could shave you. Give the Jaxon look." Chapel said with a grin on his face. Kettch looked up at Jaxon who was giving a toothy grin.

"We could and since you guys are all evil you could grow goatees." Kettch replied.

They all continued walking around and looking at things, acting for all the system like a group of tourists.

Cade knew exactly where they going. He had set up a meeting with a prospective new member. They walked into designated bar, sat down and ordered a round. He was beginning to get bored. But that was ok, his plans were in motion.

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 3.5.03

Cryil yawned quietly as he continued along, he could see the building his flat rest in, it wasnt to far now, half a block at least, but he wasnt very eager to go home. A beeping item on his belt shook him out of the daze he was in, and after looking around to see if anyone noticed him, and once he was assured no one noticed him, he ducked out of the way.

Cryil drew a commrod off his belt and flicked it on.
"What is it?"
"Sure, a message has came oer the Holo net for you, its from a man you contacted for a job earlier" Said Emcee, cryil's loyal droid
Cryils face seemed to lighten, as if a weight had been lifted off him
"Which man?" Cryil asked
"He appeares to go by the name Cade, at least thats what he called himself in the message sir"
"Did he say where i should meet him Emcee?" Cryil asked, anxious to meet this man and get working agian
"A tavern in Coral City called 'The Big Fish', but sir, if i may make a point, i do worry about this sort of thing, what with your bounties and all"
Cryil smiled and patted his blaster, not that the droid could see
"Dont worry, ive gotten myself out of worse scrapes, but you warm up the Repulsarlifts on the Wayward Son just in case"
"Yes sir, good luck" The droid clicked off his comm, and cryil did the same.

Cryils ride over to Coral City was less the enjoyable, whatever anyone tells you about public transportation, dont belive them. The ferry that cryil rode on was dingy, smelly, and the engine made a noise simialer to that of a choking bantha, but cryil made it to Coral City alive. It took him next to know time to find the tavern, and after contacting Emcee, cryil knew where to meet the name named cade, who was seated at a table with several other people, and an ewok

[dravendarklighter]

Originally posted 3.12.03

They were drinking. Not like this was the first time, nor would it be last. Well at least until they were all diagnosed with liver damage. Kettch was talking in hushed tones with Jaxon about some new weapons design, Chapel was keeping an eye out for things and Cade and Josefina were engaged heavily in some pda.

"Someone’s coming." Chapel said. Cade pulled back form Josie and left a nice round mark on the top portion of her left breast. Cade lit a cigar and then looked at the person standing at the table. Cade gave him the once over and then looked at the rest of group. The figure stood there, his red hair looked as someone had lit a distant fire just above him. It wasn’t bright red, but it wasn’t so dark you couldn’t notice it. He had green piercing eyes. His eyes flicked back and forth over everyone, standing for a split second on Josies cleavage, Cade let it slide, after all they were a sight to and of themselves. Over Chapel, past Jaxon, back to Cade and then a double take on the short, round and fuzzy figure next to Josie.

"You would be Cyril." Cade said speaking in a voice that was bordering on that happy to meet you but I’m getting ready to kill everyone in this room that is not a real good friend of mine and the bartender because of life would suck without that guy, edge. "I’d interview you myself and tell you that you’ve got the job. But I’ve business with someone else. I’m going to let Kettch-" when he said that he indicated towards the ewok, "interview you, I trust his judgement. He’s a good being." He snapped his fingers and Jaxon and Josie stood up.

The Ewok looked at Cyril and smiled. Chapel stood behind in case anyone tried to make trouble with Kettch, people were always trying to take the ewok out, sometimes to kill, stuff, mount (it was the mounting that scared him the most) or take him home to their women, wives, girlfriends or daughters. The Ewok and Android looked at the kid.

"Sit down kid, you’re bothering me." Kettch said, at which point in time he started to smirk when the kid looked at him in shock.

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 3.13.03

Cryil sat down and stared across the table at the furry little ewok, who stared back at him, with a look of smugness, almost superiority over the red haired man.

"The boss wanted me to gather some information about you before he decided whether or not you can do the job he needs done, and you have cleaned up your trail pretty good, except, for the two bounties on your head" Ketch said

"What about them?" Cryil replied, regaining his composure.

"Well, what did you do to the imperails to make them put a bounty on you kid?" the furball questioned him

"Thats none of your, or your bosses information, its nothing you need to know" Replied cryil yet again

"What about the hutt bounty then..or is that none of my information either" ketch said, his tone bordering an annoyance for cryil, some smug spice pilot who, as far as ketch could see, wasnt worth the energy it would take to maul the kid.

"The hutts werent real happy that i was at least partly involved in the death of Ganga The Hutt" Cryil said and shrugged

"Alright, well, why shoulde Cade choose you for this job, what makes you better suited for it then anyone else in here?" the ewok asked

"Lets just say thatbeingin a part of the seedier side of life in the galaxy for this long, and still being alive doesnt teach you something, and as far as the physical aspect of it, im sure i could outshoot the average thug...i guess you could say i had a little bit of special training by the imperials ." cryil said as he smirked. Ketch looked the man over one and shrugged, and cryil wondered why the heck he was being quedtioned by an ewok.

[kettchantilles]

Originally posted 3.26.03

The Ewok just looked at the kid. He spoke to Chapel in language and the kid just looked at him. Chapel got up and then walked over to bar.

"Look kid, being a Wraith, well that’s a lot of trouble. You have to do things you’d never think you were going to do. Be put in situations where any decision you make can kill you or someone around you."

"Why are you telling me this? You sound like your lecturing me." The kid spoke and Kettch looked at him.

"Because it’s about one thing. Action and Reaction. Life gives you problems and how you solve them. The reaction makes the man, not the action. Take this action a for example."

As soon as the sentence was out of his mouth. Kettch took a drink from his beer and then smiled. A huge hand came up from behind Kale and slammed him into the table. Kale delivered a low blow to the attacker’s groin slammed him into the table and quick drew a blaster and placed it at his attackers temple.

"Pull the trigger Kale. Come on you can do it." Kettch smirked as Chapel sat down next to the Ewok and watched the show.

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 3.27.03

Cryil just stood there, the nozzle of his blaster jamed firmly in the mans temple, cryil was amazed at how controled his hold over the blaster was, not even a twich rose from his hand. Though cryils exterior may have looked calm, inside him rolled an ocean of anger, be it those years of close contact with palpatine, or the fact that cryils connection to the force, though greatly diminished over the past twelve years, was there, and his contact to the dark side was much easier to get ahold of then that of the light side.

Cryil could barely hear the ewok speak as images of his past flowed like a river in his mind. Images of him, clad in his black commado armour, mowing down rebel after rebel with superior weapons and troops. Images of him and his friends rejoicing over the sensless slaughter of men and women who died to bring some sort of galactic freedom..cryil wasnt a murderer, he didnt kill for no reason, he was a smuggler, he hauled contraband..

Cryi sighed alittle, murmuring "The reaction makes the man.." Cryil brought up his blaster and pistol whipped the man who attacked him, watching the man crumple to the floor. Cryil holstered his blaster and turned back to Kettch and Chapel

[chapel]

Originally posted 4.1.03

I stared at the kid and smirked. I looked at Kettch and then I spoke. "Nice. Not exactly what I had in mind, but not bad. But killing him would have been better."

I set my drink down on the table grabbed buy, lifted him up by the neck and applied enough pressure until his neck cracked. "Now comes the best part of the intiation."

Kettch called for the waitress. "Yeah, you have to out drink my man here. Shot for shot."

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 4.3.03

Cryil watched the taller man stand up, pick up the man cryil had knocked out, and crush his neck all one handed. Cryil's right hand clentched into a fist, but he made no move to strike chapel, besides, a man who can crush someones neck one handed is not the best person to start something with, and cryils bank account was next to empty, and he needed cash bad, no matter who it was from. Cryil sat after chapel did, and he stared down into the shotglass that sat in front of him, and was being filled with some sort of brown liquid. He looked back up up at chapel and the ewok, who were both grinning ear to ear

[kettchantilles]

Originally posted 4.23.03

An hour later, the kid has passed out. Chapel took another shot and looked at Kettch. “You know...sooner or later, we’re going to have to quit this.”

The ewok looked at his android friend and smiled. “Yeah, but you have to admit, it’s fun.” They stood up, Chapel grabbed the kid, slung him over his shoulder and they made their way back to the Darkwing. The kid would be peeved when he woke, up but he would be a Wraith when he woke, truth be told, he was Wraith long before the interview, Cade had read his file and did the requisite background checks. The kid was golden.

They lugged him back onto the ship and smirked. Kettch went to his little work room and started to build a suit for him. Chapel went through the maintenance logs and started to work on upgrades and repairing things. They had time to kill until Cade got back.

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 4.29.03

Cryil woke up with a start, most of last night seemed blurred to him, and he had this terrible ringing in his ears. Cryil sat up on the grav couch where he had be deposited, and grabbed his head as soon as he was upright. His head hurt, and as soon as he came to this realization, the past night flooded back to him. He had a job interview at a bar, an interview that included a super intelligent ewok, senseless death, and way to much booze. It seemed like something out of a cheezy holo-sitcom, but it had truelly happened. As cryil's vision went from blurred to somewhat not so blurred, and he saw that the ringing in his ears was that same ewok, sitting not far from cryil engrossed in a video game. Cryil groaned as he stood up, and the ewok turned around to grin at him.

"Well, it looks like the latest wraith is awake" the furry little demon smiled. Cryil couldnt even manage some witty comeback, he just groaned and trudged off to the bathroom. 'Today is gonna be a long day' he thought as the door to the fresher closed

[ecsilirean]

Originally posted 5.27.03

Ecsi Lirean abruptly woke to the loud repeated set of rings from his comlink. He blinked, cursed whatever in hell woke him up from his accidental nap, and reached out his arm a short distance to tap off the radio playing the all-too-familiar jizz music he right then realized he forgot to turn off. The comm rang again, this time the only sound in the small apartment, and Ecsi lay still for a few more seconds, then yawned, stretched, and got off the small couch he fell asleep on. Tiredly, the Bith slowly walked a small distance to the endtable on which his comlink was resting, still ringing its annoyingly repetitive ring. It was a beautiful day outside. Early in the afternoon, bright, sunny, not humid, and fairly warm. Ecsi pressed a button on the comm and got a quick beep in response. "Lirean," he stated his surname in carefully-honed Basic, sighing.
"Ecsi?" The voice on the other side of the conversation belonged to the one person in the entire galaxy that he would be the least happy to hear from at the moment. Ironically, the voice on the other side also belonged to the one person in the entire galaxy that he expected to hear from when the comm woke him up. Not that Ecsi had anything against the man; but being abruptly called to duty with no previous warning whatsoever in the middle of a standard-week-long vacation on Mon Calamari was enough to make anyone pissed.
"Ecsi," the voice repeated. "I realize you're on vacation, but something just came up, and we need you to--"
"Reuter," Ecsi calmly interrputed, mockingly stating the human on the other end's first name also, "It is so important to your future that you don't finish that sentence."
"Ecsi, the Republic needs you now. It's urgent."
Ecsi groaned. "Yeah, how many times have I heard that before?" He looked out one of the three large round windows lining the wall he was facing and jealously observed the little Mon Calamari children playing in the park nearby.
"A case just came up, and we're putting you on it."
"This entire planet is full of Mon Calamari!" Ecsi waved his arm not holding the comlink in a humanlike protest. "What do you need me for! I'm on a Force-damned /vacation/! There are plenty of other Mon Cals out there who are better than me at this, anyway. Just call one of them!"
"Unfortunately, you are nearest Intel agent to where we spotted the suspect. And besides, the majority of the Mon Cals onplanet right now are civillians who are members of the Republic but are not in the military. The Intel agents we have onplanet are either too far away to call and get them on the job right now, or already on an assignment. You're right there, near the place where the suspect was spotted. We have to act quickly: the suspect may leave the planet by the time one of the other agents gets to where the suspect was sighted."
Ecsi snorted. "Is that some sort of propagandist statement to make me take the job- that we'll have to act quickly or he may leave? Do you really think--"
"Ecsi, the more time we spend arguing, the less time you have to catch the suspect."
The Bith groaned. "I'm not going to get out of this, am I?"
"You can continue the rest of the vacation after you've completed the assignment. We'll double your usual fee."
Ecsi paused for a moment, and sighed. "I'll take it."
It wasn't hard to picture the man on the other side of the comm conversation grinning victoriously.
There was a long pause.
"So, you plan on telling me the suspect's name and such anytime soon?"
"Oh, um... oh, right. Cyril Vald. Former Imperial royal guard. Homeworld: Risden. Here, I'll send you the holo."
Not feeling that a reply was necessary, Ecsi pulled a chair up next to the table with the small holoprojector, pressed a button on the holoprojector, and it sprang to life with a picture of an not-so-young man with long red hair tied back in a ponytail and bright red eyes. The man had a sizable scar on his cheek. Not very intimidating for a former royal guard.
"So why are we so paranoid about getting this guy again?"
"Because he murdered New Republic general Eifel Saar a few standard months ago and has just been spotted for the first time since in a small tavern in Mon Calamari."
"Ah, so he's the guy that killed Saar. How'd whoever found him do so?"
"A mother and her daughter were taking a holovid of their son's sports game for the mother's husband who couldn't make the game this morning. When the dad got home from work and the family watched the holovid of the game, the father spotted your suspect leaving a tavern across the street from the sports game which was visible from where the mother and daughter were sitting.
"Quite a story there. So no one on the street who saw him bothered to call? What about anyone else from the sports game?"
"Nobody else probably recognized him. He's not too well known. The father instantly recognized the man because of the scar on his cheek. Apparently, he's had some run-ins with the guy before. He called NRI, since he knew they had agents stationed here, who called you."
"He called New Republic Intelligence? The authorities couldn't take care of it on their own?"
"The man is wanted by the New Republic. The authorities could care less."
"Mon Calamari is part of the Republic, though. So wouldn't the authorities be interested?"
"Not exactly. They're in charge of taking care of local matters. Not big time government affairs."
Ecsi sighed, still not happy about the whole thing, but there was no backing out of this now. "Alright... can I have the family's name and address so I know where to start looking?"
"Sure. We'll have someone beam you the datapad entry on him from the local comm station."
"Alright. Lirean out."
Thumbing off the comm, he sighed for what must have been the tenth time today. So much for a vacation. Why couldn't he ever get any time off? Silently, he walked soberly over to the hotel room's dresser and took out his uniform.

[ecsilirean]

Originally posted 6.2.03

Ecsi slowly walked around the clean and litterless Coral City street. He'd gotten fairly used to the city, or at least the part he temporarily resided in, since he first arrived at the beautiful paradise of a planet. Looking around and breathing in the early morning air, Ecsi noticed how perfectly the city had been rebuilt since the Empire attacked the peaceful planet five years ago with its World Devastators, terrifying machines that quite literally ate a planet alive. Having not been to the planet before the attack, he was basing that statement on the fact that everywhere he looked, he couldn't see a single sign of damage on any of the buildings. Then again, the invasion had been five years ago. Quite a lot of construction could be done in five whole years.
Turning a corner and peering about at the early morning pedestrians who obviously had nothing better to do than stroll the streets at this hour, trying not to look too obvious despite his civillian attire, Ecsi began mentally searching each and every one of them, determining by sight and actions who looked like they were new, who were the leftover drunks from the previous night, and who knew what they were doing and had been here for a while; the latter would be the people he'd mentally keep track of and ask about the man he was searching for.
That last though brought about another question. The man he was searching for--Cyril, was it?--was a former Imperial red guard. The guard would have the obvious advantage in battle if push came to shove, which Ecsi sincerely hoped it wouldn't; Ecsi'd just have to rely on whatever else he had to take the guy down. Surely there would have to be Republic cops in this town somewhere--then again, if there were, shouldn't he know about it? Ecsi turned another corner into a small, vacant alley. What in Vader was he doing running around after one of the few most fiercest and deadly men in the Empire without any knowledge of who and what the Republic had stationed here--he was an Intel agent, shouldn't he know? Was it on his datapad somewhere? Ecsi pulled the latter out of his shirt pocket and began to scroll through the various data on that particular disk. Nothing about New Rep agents; just about Mon Calamari. Pulling out another card, he stopped walking and leaned against the nearest building's smooth white outer wall, inserting the disc into the datapad. This was the one he was looking for. As he started to scroll through the disk's contents, he heard the sound of footsteps. Getting louder with every step: coming in his direction.
A tall, lanky, green Rodian was walking towards Ecsi, eyeing him carefully. Putting the datapad back into his pocket, Ecsi looked at the taller alien standing not a meter away from him, anxiety building by the second. Ecsi knew perfectly well what Rodians were like. The Bith quickly ran through the options he had available in his head. Alright. If I call for help, would those people on the street I just left hear me? I guess it's worth a shot. Then again, do I really know he's trying to mess with me? Am I just being paranoid? No, he's obviously trying to make trouble. Why else would anyone at this hour, especially a Rodian, walk--
He was abruptly cut off when the Rodian poked him roughly in the shoulder. [Hey, buddy,] the Rodian said in his native language. Ecsi, having studied Rodian temporarily for a case he was assigned to a few standard months back and not caring for the language in the least, was actually surprised he still remembered even that much of the language to understand what the alien was saying to him.
Ecsi frowned, laying a hand over his blaster's holster. "Can I help you?" Instantly, he mentally grimaced, knowing perfectly well that was the completely wrong thing to say. Trying to hide his embarassment, he shifted uncomfortably and swallowed, much more visibly than he was hoping for. What in Vader was I thinking, walking down an alley at this hour? Dammit!
[As a matter of fact, you can,] the Rodian replied, smirking.
Ecsi quickly glanced at the blaster the Rodian suddenly pulled from his belt, not sure what to do next, but by that time it didn't matter much anyway since after the bright red flash of light everything went black.

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 6.2.03

Cryil strolled down the street, feeling like he was just hit by a stun blast, his head was poundng, and his stomach wasnt the most stable thing at the moment. He didnt know how early it was until he left Coral Cities spaceport. Hardly anyone was on the street, not that he minded, the last thing he needed to hear was the giant chaotic din of voices. He walked along, wiping beands of sweat from his forhead. The worst part of the walk back was going to be riding that ferry. Cryil sighed, of course his concious had to get in the way, he could have a nice paying job by now, but no. Anyways, cryil's true gift was transporting illict cargo, sadly, calamari werent that fond of smugglers. Now all cryil needed to do was scratch gravel before people came to collect there debts.

[ecsilirean]

Originally posted 6.3.03

Note to Kale. I'll post as the Rodian tomorrow, as I promised to do today; was originally going to, like we decided on, but I just had to get this post in first to make the Rodian part more understandable, and prefer to post as strictly one character per post. Sorry, hope you don't mind/it doesn't matter much.

Now, on with the post.]

What in Vader...
If there was one part of Ecsi Lirean that didn't hurt, the Bith couldn't name it. His head felt like it had been sat on by a Hutt. There was a searing pain in his right side. He probably could get up, if he tried, but didn't think it would be a good idea. Frantically, still lying still, he began to run through the last things that happened that he could remember.
Green... a Rodian? No. Yes? Maybe. But he was green. Yes, and I had been walking. Walking where? Down the street? Yes, down the street. Then down an alley. Am I still in the same alley? I remember an alley. What was I doing? What... Ah, right. My datapad. I was looking--
And suddenly, the thought struck him.
He felt considerably lighter than he had when he left his apartment.
Too light.
Even more frantically, Ecsi weakly reached for his shirt pocket.
Nothing.
Kriff* it! Ecsi cursed, smashing his fist in anger against the floor. Although what floor it was, he was not sure of.
Opening his eyes gradually, he heaved himself off the ground with quite a bit of effort and stumbled backwards until he was slumped against a wall. Ecsi looked around, taking in his surroundings.
Is this--yes, this is the same alley I was attacked in. Probably mugged, too. If my datapad's gone, I doubt any of my credits or anything else is still on me, either, the Intelligence agent thought, depressed. He audibly sighed, and deliberately let his hands sink into his pants pockets.
Nothing. No wallet. No credits, no credentials, no ID... nothing.
If there was a bright center to a lifetime, Ecsi guessed he was probably farthest from his.
The Bith looked down and slowly shuffled down the alley, picking the closest way out and continuing that way until he finally reached what he was pretty sure was the street he was strolling down earlier. Before he was mugged.
Ecsi's head still felt like the same Hutt was sitting on it, and his right side was still full of searing pain. Reaching a hand down, he felt the right side of his uniform.
A roughly human-fist-sized hole was torn in the side of his uniform. Surrounding the hole were black scorch marks. Ecsi felt the torn fabric, and rubbed it between his first two fingers. Definitely the result of a blaster shot. He touched the skin beneath where the fabric once was, only to realize that he really wished he hadn't. [I don't know how a blaster wound looks--I don't recall a blaster wound being described anywhere. Not until the character gets out of a bacta tank, at least.]
Sighing again and remembering he didn't have his datapad anymore so he couldn't look up where a doctor was, Ecsi slowly strode towards the nearest pedestrian to ask, trying not to think of what could happen, now that the Rodian--he was sure it was a Rodian now--who mugged Ecsi had everything the Bith had once been carrying.

* Swear used frequently in the Hand of Thrawn duology: assumed to mean the same thing as the "f-word".

[ecsilirean]

Originally posted 6.3.03

Stheelo the Rodian rubbed the featurless datacard between his first two fingers again. He stepped away from the small, item-filled endtable he had just took the datacard from. Gazing greedily at his latest posessions one last time, he walked backwards a small distance and abruptly took a seat on his bed. Looking at what was now his datacard again, he quickly slipped it into his new datapad and began scrolling through it.
Assignment . . . Mon Calamari . . . Murder of New Republic general Eifel Saar . . . Cyril Vald.
The green Rodian paused and looked at that name for a few moments. Interested, he accessed the entry.
Cyril Vald. Human male. Homeworld: Risden. Age: 32. Occupation: Former Imperial Red Guard.
Stheelo blinked. Former Imperial Red Guard... a former Red Guard... the bounty on this guy has got to be huge!
Definitely interested now, he kept scrolling through the entry.
Height: 6'1. Weight: 262. Hair: Red. Eyes: Red.
This was very interesting. Very interesting indeed.
A former Red Guard wanted by the New Republic for murder of the famous general Eifel Saar. Here in Mon Calamari.
And he, Stheelo, had everything the NRI agent looking for him had once kept on him.
He had to find this man. If he could, and could capture him, the reward would be incredible.
Stheelo looked around his small room, the old, dirty, beat-up upper floor of the now-abandoned High Seas Tavern. If he could capture this Vald guy and hold him for ransom, forcing the New Republic to pay large sums of credits to him for the man, he could finally move off this fish tank he was abandoned on years ago and get a better life.
Walking over to the small table, he set his newly-aquired datapad down and walked over to the wall to the left of him, unstrapping his Tenloss DXR-6 disruptor rifle and slinging it over his back.
This was going to be a day long remembered.

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 6.4.03

Stheelo adjusted the shoulder strap on his rifle, which he had stuck under his coat, to hide from prying eyes. The rodian had spent the last two hours walking around coral city with no luck of finding this vald person. He was sure that he was on this floating city..he had to be, the Intel agent was here, so it only made sence. Sighing quietly, the rodian decided to duck into a bar and grab a drink, and think of how to pawn off the stuff he lifted from the bith.

He walked into the tavern, and froze. Sitting at the bar, a mug of coffee in front of him, was Cryil Vald. Without thinking the rodian shrugged off his coat and drew his rifle, He took aim, and was jostled by a duros who bumped into him as he walked into the bar. The beam went wide, hitting the coffecup and exploding it, but surprisingly, the red haired man wasnt covered in searing brown liquid, in fact, vald wasnt even on his barstool. His black pupiless eyes shot across the room, to see the man gracefully land on an empty table. In a flash his hand dipped down and drew a heavy blaster pistol, the rodian fired his rifle from his hip, while cryil did the same.

Cryil, not willing to risk another leap, rolled off the shifting table and hit the floor, the disrupter shot exxploding on the wood wall behind him. leaving a large hole. Cryils shot was more precise, as the bolt blew the disrupter up, sending the rodian backpeddling as he screetched. Cryil didnt give him time to recover though. He had somehow holstered his pistol in the short distance from where he was and the rodian was, and slammed his fist into the rodians oily face. But as the rodian fell backwards thru the window, he grabbed hold of vald, pulling him with. Both forms fell into the sidewalk, people suddenly diving for cover. The rodian pinned vald, drawing a blaster and placing it on valds forhead.

"Think they would give me money for you dead body?" the rodain questioned in heavyily accented basic

"I dont plan on finding out" cryil growled

His hands came up and grabbed the rodians head, and with a powerful thrust there heads slammed together, the rodian collapsing on top of him. Cryil groaned as he pushed the green skinned alien off of him, standing up on weak legs and wiping his grease smeared forhead off on his jacket sleeve. He put an harm on the outside wall of th tavern, still slightly sick from being drunk the night before.

"Frak..rodaisn smell.." cryil cursed as he looked down at the unconcious form, several people milling about, some headed back into the bar, the fight being over

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 6.5.03

Cryil sighed, turning to go back into the tavern and pay for his half drank coffee with the little credits he had, when the wailing of sirens could be herd in the background. Cryil spun to see two Police land speeders pull up to the tavern, lights on the top flashing a red/blue hue over anyone outside. The doors to the vehicles(two total) eased open, and the pokice stepped out of there repective squads, looking from the rodia to cryil, there eyes dropping to the DL-44 resting snuggled at his hip. In less then a second, cryil was staring down four seperate blaster barrels.

It appeared to slip cryils mind that Mon Calamari was very different then Nar Shaddaa, here, even i minor brawl like cryil just got out of warrented the police, and they didnt much like non millitary or police officials lugging around weapons. Cryils eyes moved from cop to cop, he was sure he could draw and stun one of them, maybe two, but he was willing to bet there guns werent set to stun, and cryil didnt want to die over some nobody trying to vape him. His eyes fell apoun a cop who was slowly walking over towards him, gun pointed out, an itchy trigger finger that would no doubt go off if cryil so much as twitched. Cryil watched him move closer, his eyes seemingly burning straight towards the cops sole. Once he was within arms length, cryils arm flashed out, a clost fisted punch hitting the cop square in the nose, He reached out agian, grabbing the cop and holding him close. He used the cop as a body sheild as he pried the gun from his hands, quickly tapping the stun setting, he also noticed the cops took the tipe to do the same. One cop shot his hand up and fired, hitting his partner with a stun bolt, Cryil repated, until four cops lay unconcious around him, one with blood slowly drying on his face.

Cryil dropped the cops gun onto his chest, quietly asking forgiveness. The last thing cryil wanted was more death, and he was glad it didnt come down to that, this time, but at the same time, if cryil was brought in, and the cops got one look at his record, Kessel would be the nicest place they sent him. Cryil quickly slipped inot one of the Squad Speeders and drove off, drawing his com.

"Emcee, we need to get out of here, now."

"I understand sir, but we seem to have a bit of trouble, at least on my end." the droid replied

Cryil groaned, thing apoun thing happening, each getting alittle worse.

"What now, is the ship out of fuel?" cryil questioned

"Not quite sir, it appears that the port authority werent happy with not being paid the Wayward Son's berthing fee's."

"So..its not like i avioded it on purpose, just take off anyways." cryil said, sending the speeder into a sharp curve, jumping on another street

"I would like to, but some sort of clamp has attached itself to one of our landing gear, if i took off now, it would surely rip the landing gear free."

Cryil winced, picturing that. The Wayward Son was his baby, and she had gotten him out of too many scrapes to have her damaged now.

"Alright Emcee, i want you to get into the belly turret and try to damage the clamp, hopefully that will knock it loose, and you can get out of there, ill turn on my beacon, just lock onto that and come get me, the sooner the better."

"But sir, my programming prevents me from firing any weapon." The modified protical/pilot droid protested

"Agianst living things Emcee, your firing it at a device, i know you can do it, just be quick about it, or you and the son may end up with someone else."

Cryil clicked the comm off bewfore the droid could reply, and slid thru an intersection, cutting off a speeder in the process

[ecsilirean]

Originally posted 6.6.03

Ecsi Lirean walked glumly down the street. Hands in his pants pockets, looking at the ground, he slowly moved towards the hotel he was currently and temporarily residing in.
This whole thing has gone to hell . . .
Dimly, the Bith looked at where his chrono would have been, then reminded himself it was no longer there. The action reminded him of the Rodian he was mugged by. Ecsi probed his freakishly good memory to try and recall as many details he could about the slimy green alien. Turning a corner, he continued his slow pace down the street, thinking how in hell he would get out of his predicament. Ecsi walked another half a block or so when he heard the ever-so-familiar sound of a landspeeder; there were many on the streets at this time of the afternoon, although he didn't think he had ever heard one going this fast before.
Interested, the New Republic Intelligence agent turned his head and looked behind him. Coming up the street after just turning a corner, in a police speeder going at a speed Ecsi was sure was well past the local speed limit, was a man with the only noticable detail from this distance being bright red hair. And as he pulled closer, within range of recognizable distance, the thought abruptly hit Ecsi. This man was none other than Cyril Vald.
Ecsi snorted, wondering how Vald got a police speeder in the first place, and found the coincidence and his sudden good luck quite amusing. Grinning to himself, the Bith decided that the only logical thing to do would be to give chase. After all, he didn't have his--well, it wasn't really his anymore--comlink; another one of the Rodian mugger's new posessions. Quickly glancing around and deciding there had to be some sort of motorized vehicle to give chase with in this densely-populated part of town, Ecsi spotted a small cantina across the street with about six heavily-modified swoops parked outside it. Shrugging, not knowing there were so many swoop bums in Mon Calamari, he quickly dashed across the street, barely avoiding a passing speeder, and hopped on the nearest bike, again grinning to himself and thinking that if worst came to worst he could always use his New Republic ID to get him out of trouble and/or charges if need be.
Of course, the thought that he didn't actually have his Republic ID on him at the moment, and that it was in a lowly scoundrel's hands didn't occur to him until he had powered up the now-stolen swoop and began to give chase to the stark-white police speeder flying quite literally down the street.

[ecsilirean]

Originally posted 6.6.03

Ecsi shot past the innocent pedestrians yelling "Stop, thief!" on his newly-aquired, heavily-modified TaggeCo. Air-2. Having not had much experience with swoops before, he immediately felt stupid for picking that vehicle. But hey, it was the closest thing he could get his hands on.
He continued down the street after the white, also stolen police speeder, driven by the man he was hunting, Cyril Vald. Ecsi cursed himself for being so absent-minded. He thought piloting swoops would be easy, but apparently, it wasn't. The only experience he had with one was riding two-on-one with his Nikto friend in the Intelligence corp, and had tried to pay as much attention to what the Nikto was doing to pilot it during the ride, and that's what made this ride just barely bearable.
The expressway was long, and apparently Vald didn't know Ecsi was hot on his tail, or he would have tried to lose the Bith chasing him much earlier. Pounding his right foot on the pedal of the same side, Ecsi quickly swirved to the right to avoid a mail-delivery speeder coming down the street in his direction. Swirving again, he dodged what appeared to be a small passenger speeder. He looked ahead and snorted, noticing Cyril was apparently having no trouble whatsoever maneuvering his larger and bulkier speeder through the crowded highway, which appeared to be getting denser by the second.
Ecsi gained a bit of altitude, then dropped immediately, pressing the ignition again as hard as he could, sending him flying forward at a much greater speed. Gee forces immediately pushed him back in his seat, and he held onto the handlebars as hard as he could as the swoop now desperately flew towards the white police speeder. As Ecsi neared closer, he caught a glimpse of Cyril turning around to look in his direction, apparently hearing the incoming swoop bearing down on him, and quickly turned to the right. They were getting into dense suburbs now, crowded with more pedestrians and less speeders, thankfully. A few bystanders oohed and aahed as the two thieves shot by. Ecsi looked around as he flew by, seeing people relaxing in the afternoon sun and enjoying the day.
That's what I should be doing, Ecsi thought soberly. What am I doing in the middle of a vacation chasing after some lowlife fringe scum on something I hardly know how to drive when I should be basking in the beautiful Calamari sunlight? He cursed again, and decided the sooner this was over with, the better. This whole thing has gone straight to hell.
The speeders wooshed by a park after turning a large number of corners, and headed through an alley, Ecsi still having no clue what he was doing on the swoop and Cyril flying the speeder with ease. A pedestrian lunged out of the way of the two oncoming flying vehicles once the speeders had reached the outskirts of Coral City, and a few more people once again looked on in awe.
Got to stay outside blaster range, Ecsi thought. Don't want to get blown out of the sky, especially on this thing. More people flashed by, there was a bit more yelling and oohing, and eventually the two speeders reached the very outskirts of the town, passing by what appeared to be a shack house with quite a number of people outside it, very happy and very drunk. The hicks also flashed by as the swoop reached what Ecsi believed was as fast as it had gone yet.
The houses were very few and far apart in this part of town, which was the last thing the Bith noticed before he heard the familiar, obnoxious sound of police speeders--real ones, not stolen--nearing closer to him and his prey.
The rest all happened in a flash. Ecsi looked behind him, saw the four armed police speeders gaining, wondering why he hadn't heard or noticed them before, and looked back in front of him, just in time to notice that he was right behind the speeder he was chasing; saw Cyril turn around, point a gun at Ecsi; and was thrown off of his swoop at a ferocious velocity as the former Red Guard fired off a couple shots which hit home dead center on the swoop's engine. Ecsi hit the ground quite hard; rolled down a hill a small distance; cought the image of what was now his swoop spinning out in midair, moving forward abruptly, slamming into a nearby tree, and exploding in a bright flash of light and various colors; and blacked out for the second time that day.

[cryilvald]

Originally posted 10.12.03

Cryil shoved his blaster pistol back into its well worn holster, not looking back to see the outcome of the swoop rider he just got rid of/ A twinge of guilt flowed thru him breifly, as he wondered if he had killed the poor soul.. if he had added another uneeded death to his long list, another ones blood on his hands. He shook his head gently as if he could make the tought fly out an ear or something along those lines. He noticed the sound of sirens had stopped, meaning that the police probably stopped to check on the swoop jokey. As cryil rounded another corner the commrod in his jacket pocket chirped. He fished it out, hit a button and spoke into it

"Yea?" was his one worded reply

"Its me sir, the Wayward son is homing on your location, i should be able to bick you up shortly" his gold and grey droid replied

Cryil withdrew his sidearm agian as he rounded another corner, heading towards the waterfront. If his plan was going to work, he was going to need a topless police cruiser. He careful took aim and fired a shot at the hunk of alloy that connected the bottom of the car to the top, and did so to the other three corners, he then used the butt of his pistol the best he could the break out the windsheild, and was able to push the roof off the car back enough so the rear windsheild snapped, and the hunk of metal and transparsteel skidded acrosst the road. Cryil looked up to see the familar shape of his beloved YT-2400 drop in on him, the forward cargo bay's lower doors open, a simple rope ladder hanging out from under it. Cryil held onto the police crusiers controls as the little car headed towards the waterfront. He let go at the last second, jumping from the car to the ladder as it fell into ocean. The intrepid little ship shot out thru a opening in the bubble city, and cryil pulled himself into the vacant cargo bay, the doors sliding shut behind him. He managed to drag himself into the cockpit, falling into the pilots seat, and ordering the droid to set course for Nar Shadaa, before he passed out...