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Post by southpaw on Oct 19, 2015 18:12:34 GMT
Oh yeah, I should probably write some plot for the chiss...
(I jest. But Its in note form and with the personal trubs going on at the minute I'm struggling to focus well enough to write properly. Will try and get an update done by the time I go to bed but it may have to be put off until tomorrow)
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Post by southpaw on Oct 22, 2015 21:44:00 GMT
RIGHT! Lets get this fucker back on track.
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Post by southpaw on Oct 22, 2015 22:09:43 GMT
A time passes before the doctor approaches to inform you the chiss has regained consciousness and is well enough to talk. Both of you have dozed off intermittently and enough time has passed under the care of the doctor and her assistant that you feel back to full strength. She warns you his condition is still severe and that she expects you not to excite him too much or she'll be forced to remove you and send you from the aid station. You both assure her you've understood, and she leads you to the main building where you see the chiss on a bed when you step inside.
Given the state you rescued him in, the doctor appears to have done well. The chiss' wounds have all been cleaned and dressed, although one of his arms is heavily strapped and splinted. His hair has been shaved to allow the doctor to treat the wounds on his head and his skin seems to have turned a darker shade of blue since you last saw him. At the sound of your footsteps his eyes jerk towards the door and he meets your eyes with a level gaze as you stand by his bed.
He opens his mouth to talk and you hear a rattling breath pass through his lips before a coughing fit momentarily takes hold. Raising his head back to look at you he wipes his mouth with his free hand and, with some difficulty, begins to speak.
"I imagine...I imagine you have some questions for me. I owe you a debt for saving me from that place so ask, and if I can, I will answer. But before I do, I must ask who you are and why you rescued me?"
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Post by thefishofdoom on Oct 22, 2015 23:51:37 GMT
"Name's Tor Kirin. I have beef with the hutt."
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Post by LemonSloth on Oct 24, 2015 9:03:50 GMT
Alaethia looks at Tor Kirin, surprised.
"Didn't exactly seem like you were dinner friends. Get it? Get it?" She nudges him on the arm playfully.
Then looks incredibly embarrassed and turns back to the Chiss.
"I wanted to know what would drive someone to infiltrate the Hutt's Palace alone and what they would risk their lives to do."
She shrugs. Then frowns in concern.
"Are you going to be alright?"
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Post by southpaw on Oct 24, 2015 16:35:01 GMT
The Chiss chuckles weakly.
"It'll take more than this to kill me. But, I don't think I'm going to be in condition to go sneaking back into that palace. So, if you will permit me some explanation, I have an offer for the two of you."
He tries his best to sit up against his pillows as he addresses you further.
"My name is Savek. A year ago the Hutt cartels threw themselves into another war. Normally that wouldn't gain much attention, but the fighting was particularly ferocious and we realised it was centered around a new mine that had been built a ways into the swamp. The mines are raided with some frequency but for the most part the ones in the no man's lands are left alone. Its not worth the credits for any of the cartels to take one if they can only expect it to be taken back from them the next week. So that fact they were murdering each other by the dozens over just another mine was...intriguing.
I was sent to the planet but by the time I arrived the battles had ended. The Hutts had thrown everything at each other and didn't have the men to continue. The only Hutt left with a team that could be considered ready to fight was Beedo and naturally that meant he took control of the mine. Within a few days I had heard multiple rumours Beedo was looking for new men. Scientists and biologists. I also received word from contacts from just about every major smuggling ring, gang boss and black market dealer that the Hutt was looking for a buyer for some new weapon.
A few days ago he communicated with a friend what it was he had: Some gas they found in the mine could be synthesized into a new combat stim. Impervious to pain, immune to hunger, sleep, kept combat effective for days at a time, Beedo claims the finished product could turn an outer rim pickpocket into a Mandalorian, and a Mandalorian into a warrior to rival anything the Empire or Republic could throw at them.
Whether that's true or not I'm not sure. I would think if he had found something like that his men would already be using it and he would have taken over the area by now, but he hasn't. It may be that he's lying and trying to con his way into a windfall, but its not a risk we can take. And the Hutts fought over that mine for a reason.
My mission was to break into the palace and attempt to find any information on the stim. Failing that, I was to interrogate Beedo, and kill him. Manufacture a replacement into his place who might be less inclined to sell such a thing, if it exists, to the highest bidder. "
Savek pauses to take a breath and a grimace of pain briefly crosses his face.
"Obviously...I'm not going to be able to finish that mission. But I can't leave wait for my injuries to heal to deal with this. If the Hutt has indeed created a stim such as this it risks upsetting the balance of power across the galaxy. This would give the Empire or the Republic enough of an edge over the other to throw us back into all out war. If they both get it that war is going to be like nothing we've ever seen.
I imagine you can see what I'm going to ask of you. I need you to break back into Beedo's Palace, I need you to find out if this stim is real. If it is, I need you to destroy it. In return there'll be enough credits for you to retire comfortably for the rest of your life. If you can recover the plans to that stim, you'll have enough to build a palace of your own.
So...do we have a deal?"
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Post by LemonSloth on Oct 24, 2015 21:29:57 GMT
Alaethia rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath.
"So..." she muses. "You want us to risk our lives to...what, carry out your mission for you?"
She chews her lip thoughtfully, pacing back and forth a few steps at a time.
She pauses.
"Our little escape, coupled with the damage we did, is going to make them all paranoid and harder to break in."
She rubs her chin.
"I don't know about him", she points to Tor Kirin, "But I'm going to need blueprints. Lots of blueprints. I've got an idea how we can make things a little easier."
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Post by thefishofdoom on Oct 24, 2015 23:05:28 GMT
"i'm in, if only to hurt the slug. and i concur with needing more information. this is not something that can be done with a direct approach."
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Post by LemonSloth on Oct 25, 2015 14:32:49 GMT
Alaethia nods, then looks at the two of them.
"So," she smiles as she addresses both of them, "how's your knowledge of local traders, flora and fauna?"
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Post by southpaw on Oct 28, 2015 12:17:45 GMT
"Blueprints I may be able to help you with, but it'll take some work on your part. I don't have any I can give you, I'd be bad at my job if I had plans to a Hutt Palace just laying around, but I can give you the codes to access part of the archives in the space port. Their security has scans of all the surrounding areas in case of an attack. If you can break into there then you'll get the plans you want. This isn't a particularly secure planet and the port security here are some of the most corrupt in the galaxy. It shouldn't be hard to get through them."
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Post by LemonSloth on Oct 31, 2015 20:37:14 GMT
Alaethia nods thoughtfully.
"It will have to do," she mutters.
"Give us the co-ordinates. We'll do what we can. You lay low in the meantime and stay in hiding."
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Post by thefishofdoom on Nov 6, 2015 1:28:58 GMT
so i'm guessing we go to the spaceport
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