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Post by Kathick Storm D20 on Dec 28, 2013 21:16:39 GMT -5
Walking from the Factory he was working at to the fighting grounds where he regularly competed Victor kept to himself. Passing by others almost as if they were not even there, it was just another day working fighting and training as always. then looking up for a moment to see the sun setting behind the city building, it was beautiful but just another sun set in his eyes. Where most admired this world to coming from far off places to see its wonder and beauty for a local it was just another sun set. after walking for what felt like half the day his body worn out from work he reached the fighting grounds. it was a dingy underground arena that most people didn't even know existed, most thought it was a shut down restaurant but when you went through the ally way and down through the back door it opened up to a basement. Sound proof with tinted windows and the smell of sweat, blood and questionable drinks filling the air.
taking a seat on the benches beside the small caged off ring Victor pulled back his hood and leaned back against the wall. He saw plenty of people he recognized, most of them he wasn't even of a first name basis with but there were a few he considered friends of his. as one of the older men approached he smiled down at Victor and nodded. "Seems like you and I get to fight tonight boy!" the man said with a kind of confidence to his voice, apparently he had never seen Victor fight before. Nodding and not saying a word Victor turned his attention back to the fight taking place.
The old man didn't leave though it was like he had something to prove, "HEY BOY! you dare just brush me off like i'm just another of these scrubs." Looking up to the old man again Victor shook his head "Leave it for the ring, I'm trying to enjoy the fight thanks" speaking in a dismissive tone Victor returned his attention to the fight once more.
Not getting the message the old man placed his hand on Victor's shoulder, gripping it firmly a few people looked over with some what worried eyes. Looking up at the old man again Victor reached to his shoulder and grabbed the mans thumb very gently at first. "You have three seconds to think about what your doing, and then ill break your thumb." Shocked at Victor's response the man took his hand away and spoke in a low tone so that what he said would stay between them "I'll Break you in that ring boy, hope you have someone to take good care of you after out fight." Giving him a slight grin Victor nodded and returned his attention to the fight once more.
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Post by Kathick Storm D20 on Dec 30, 2013 1:11:40 GMT -5
Watching as the first fight came to an end Victor rested his fore arms on his knees and stood up. Looking at the old man while he was preparing, well more showing off before their fight it was like some sort of intimidation tactic. This being his first time here Victor decided he would try to make the fight go as quickly and painlessly as he could so not to embarrass him too much. Steeping through the door of the caged off ring he leaned back while watching the man step in. Raising his arms like he had all ready won Victor smiled, “you seem confident” he said in an almost excited tone. Turning then to Victor the old man nodded “oh fighting a little thing like you, shouldn’t take to long!” he said ending with a chuckle.
The old man looked to be in his mid forty’s he stood about six and a half feet tall and it seemed he was in good shape for his age. He was most likely skilled in his own fighting style, His biggest down fall was that he underestimated his opponents meaning he probably won most of the fights he was in.
Standing up strait Victor placed his closed fist in an open palm and bowed, then hearing the ring of the bell Victor kept in a bowed position while looking up just enough to keep an eye on his opponent. Hearing his heavy footsteps as the old man lumbered toward him. Victor saw his opening and ducked down further rolling between the mans lets and ending up behind him. Getting to his feet Victor saw the man had all ready turned and was throwing the first punch.
Moving just in time to dodge it Victor threw a quick left that connected with the neck of the man, stumbling a bit he caught his balance rather fast and charged toward Victor again this time extending both arms expecting to grab for him. Stepping forward Victor brought up his elbow rather fast and connected with the mans nose. Hearing a CRACK and watching the man grab at his own face while he fell Victor bowed once more and walked back toward the door to the cage.
After his fight was over and done with Victor went back toward the entrance while getting wide eyed looks from who ever there was new or betting on the old guy to win. Stepping out on to the streets. As the Street light shone from above Victor pulled his hood up once more and put his hands in his pocket while walking home.
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Post by MikDaTv on Dec 31, 2013 14:14:27 GMT -5
McCloud watched the man get beat by the kid. It wasn't the beating McCloud had been hoping for but he could make it work. He glanced down at the empty syringe in his hand and let it fall to the ground where he stepped on it, crushing the delicate glass and metal. Any trace of the syringe's contents would evaporate into the air leaving no evidence of what was inside it. He could have gone with a much deadlier poison when he decided to inject something into the older man's water bottle, but it would have been revealed in an autopsy. The poison he chose wounding kill him, just lower his reaction time similar to alcohol and mess with in inner ear, effecting his balance. It was undetectable after 3 hours and by then, the man would have a much more obvious cause of death. No one would look for poison. Unfortunately for the man, he was doomed to lose the fight the moment he drank from his bottle.
As the older man was lead out of the ring, McCloud stopped him and looked him in the eye. "Kid gave you a work over."
"Shut up!" The older man slurred through his broken nose.
McCloud smiled to him. "Reggie says you should have thrown the fight last week champ." he whispered and leaned in real close. The hit man produced a second syringe from his coat pocket and jabbed it into the mans neck. This syringe was filled with nothing but air. In a few seconds, the air bubbles from the syringe in the man's blood stream would either A: reach his heart and cause pulmonary arrest or B: lodge in the arteries going to his brain and block the blood flow causing brain damage. Either way it would do the job. McCloud wasn't being paid to kill the man, he was being paid to make sure he could never win a fight again. The champion of the ring was useless to Reggie, the local crime boss, if he wouldn't throw fights on command.
McCloud slapped him on the shoulder a few times in a false show of camaraderie and wished the man good luck before departing himself, pocketing the second syringe.
That was why McCloud got paid top dollar, not because he was the best, but because he was elegant. Any thug could have beaten the man. McCloud had made it so the man had gotten beat by a kid, and then made it look like his body was failing him, possibly due to injuries sustained during the fight. He might medically never be able to win a fight again, but one thing was for certain, people wouldn't bet on him ever again.
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Post by Jace on Dec 31, 2013 14:44:13 GMT -5
En route to Alderaan the crew of the Red Sun were vigorously training under the command of Samuel, Qura being her usual disobedient demeanor challenged Sam every chance she got while Khelgar and Sand sparred one v one with each other. Sam the data module that we secured from Vjun has been fully decrypted. Duncan said over the comm channels, Sam and the rest of the crew made there way over to the bridge, there they reviewed the contents of the module. What they saw shocked everyone apparently the Republic has been conducting illegal experiments out in the wild region. The information could heavily implicate the Republic if it were to fall into the wrong hands. Immediately Qura suggested to hand the infomation over to the Exchange since the fact they all work for them, as Sand suggests they hand it over to the Republic.
Well it's clear what we have to do, send this information to GO-TO. Qura claming her loyalty to the Exchange
Qura don't be so naive we both know that if information were to be leaked could implicate the whole Republic.
As the two argue over what they should do with the information ultimately the decision was up to Sam. He didn't know what to do he wasn't sure if the Republic could help him or just give him a pat on his back, but GO-TO was guaranteed to help as long as Sam showed his loyalty. Sam did the only rationale decision at the moment and held onto the data until he could decide what to do with it.
As Duncan brings the Red Sun down the port authority hails them Crew of the Red Sun we have you tagged as a Exchange vessel stand by and await a cargo search. Sam cusses under his breath Fuck we really need to change our transponder codes.
Duncan pulls the Red Sun into the Alderaan hanger and just as the docking authority said there were several armed guards waiting for them.
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Post by Salt on Jan 12, 2014 1:16:52 GMT -5
"So what's it like?" The Duros agent took the deathstick from his mouth and tapped something into a handheld datapad with the butt end like a stylus. Some ashes flaked onto the screen. "Being home and all. It's been three years?" When he heard no reply, he waved the deathstick around for emphasis and kept tapping.
Kino stood next to the Duros with his arms crossed over his jacket, leaning against a cargo canister and looking at the steady traffic of transports, shuttles and personal craft buzzing around the dock. "Aldera Royal Spaceport, dock 727 looks just as crummy as ever." He rapped a knuckle on the canister. "I think I played Sniff-the-Smuggler around this exact cargo bin. Pretty sure the left side of my jaw made that scuff mark."
"Probably the most action this place ever saw, Rist. And you know what I mean."
"Ijono, my friend, you know it's a wonder Command gives you any tools at all. You rack up any fines for that replacement?"
"Not a single senator's eyelash. I hear those are the standard of value for the Republic datari."
Kino grinned. "No, they'd confiscate your datapad to replace one of those. Maybe your deathsticks, too."
"Hey, we were talking about your bad habits, Rist, not mine." The Duros put the stick back in his mouth and pocketed his datapad. "So. Are you going to see her?"
Kino spat, cracked his neck.
"Fine. We'll just inspect this uninteresting Exchange freighter, find a lot of uninteresting contraband and file a Hutt's weight in uninteresting paperwork. You know I've always wanted to visit Alderaan. The spiritual center of the Galactic Republic, with it's verdant valleys and sumptuous cultural delights --"
"All right, Ijono. Okay." Kino watched a vessel move down toward the bay adjacent to theirs, preceded and followed by patrol ships. "We'll go see her. Later. Right now, I think our present from Vjun just arrived." He took the deathstick from the Duros' mouth and crushed it against the cargo canister, then started walking toward the bay. "She doesn't like smokers."
Ijono rasped a throaty chuckle. "She doesn't sound very interesting."
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