Gone in Sixty Parsecs
First person hololog done by Basstion. Decided to try to write it in character instead of narrative, using outside ingame gimicks to right battle (Camera feeds from the refinery). Needs some work for sure but I like the general way it turned out. For speech I used colors that did not transfer. To see colored version
Roleldar Hayes – pilot
Sin-gar – gunslinger
Tah Hornen – bounty hunter
Basstion Dec’con – sawbones
My former professor, ka’dem as he was intelligent mentioned to take down entries of the previous day. It is equally important as an engineer and a doctor to consider former events and actions to better plan for future outcome. Wise words more than he knew. First night on Nar Shaddaa I heard a similar thing from our Guerfel driver. “We cheat to lower chance of failure.” A good reason to never play fair.
It was a Taungsday…
Two or so weeks off the dry dock no new jobs in toe. Jerec Predne the one who made the first offer to me was indisposed. With little going on except cooling our repulsors we deciding to tie up so loose ends and get one of my crew mates, Tah Hornen speeder repaired. Roleldar Hayes our pilot, the mysterious Sin-gar and the young Tym with little better to do joined in the trip.
It is Nar Shaddaa so I suppose I shouldn’t be two surprised people get robbed three times on the way to work before being murdered when they get there. But no sooner then we pile out of the turbo taxi Tym spotted our astromech being jacked by two eharl finks. Tym took of after them on foot as they haphazardly secured the droid to the speeder be fore blasting down the avenue. Roleldar and Sin-gar pulling up as the Jeboe’i took off. Roleldar gunned it the repulsors flared and the generator made a swquell of distress as he tore after them. I am surprised the junk heap of his did burst into the flames in all honesty.
Tak dove into his hot rod as it roared to life. Kicking off the mag lock and feed jumped into shotgun as Tak took off out the garage like a Kath hound in heat. I kicked the back door open as we came up on Tym. With Tak refusal to slow down Tym had little choice but to dive onto the hood. Luckily for him we came across a bit of traffic that allowed him to scramble in. Appearently one of the transports Roleldar side swiped blocked our intersection. But it was not long before the blood curdling impact could be heard at the other end of the Avenue. As we rolled up the sirens could be heard. The obvious carbon scorches and the lack of b’rrsk on one of the poor droyk guerfel. The vein ruptures and underskin pigmentation of leaking fluids showed the diver only faired slightly better into deaths door. A talented to shot to say the least
- define note I imagine using a blaster with rebored reinforced barrel with residual heat absorption and a power mod could make up for my own accuracy issues to generate similar penetration but I digress.
But no times for sussing out why with the law in route we took our leave and returned to the…
- Dusky Tantaun.*
Not the first borcatus hole I have been in since I hit Nar Shaddaa. And with my current run of luck not my last. An uldyr bunch many with signs of blunt trauma over intoxication and an obvious death stick addition by the smell that followed a few them around. One of Tak hang outs which reminds me to never let him handle accommodation, most of the low level swoop gangs I moonlite for would not be caught dead in a trash compactor like this. But those under Hutt employee do frequent the bar it seems as Argo local ringer for the family had set up shop at the bar. The smell got to me but I remember Tak asking for a hydrospanner without thinking I handed to him. Following by a tin clank as a cup launched from the besalisk bar tend allowing with one of the most oddly crafted threats. “No droid work in here keep it up and I will have that salvage take your droid with your speeder!”. As if not enough has gone wrong today Tak sprints out the bar yelling to laughs and jeers as the tower repulsors whine lifting off with freshly painted speeder in tow. Tak busy setting his droid friend back standing.
- define note tracker beacons in armor droid and vehicles. Set to remote ping to holonet for bounce communication. Planet wide, but would work on any non-scrambled holonet relay
Tak solemn faced frantically stabbing a datapad approached Argo. I couldn’t hear him from the table but by his pointing and his disconcern I image he pointed Tak fact checking back to his direct dealer. Moving Tym and R2 to the door to load the droid into the boot of our highly economy speeder, the rust spots didn’t both me as much as the repulsors occasional jets of steam but all and all this dead pod hoving was our only ride. Tak rushed passed jumping in obviously willing to leave us behind as we piled into this mystery machine it’s orange and blue durasteel paint job slightly less of an eye sore then the neighborhood we flew into.
From what I pulled from Tak’s rant as we speed past the numerous pawn shops Rallo a suman of Argo’s called in a loan of the speeder and any evidence of payments towards Tak had to done through Rallo who did business in his ragged apartment out here on the edge of decent civilization. The building looked like it has been through riot or two just this week. Roleldar so worried about his rust bucket engaged the mag lock to lock it to the duracrete, he is so antsy and possessive over this piece of trash I hate to see him deal with something of real value. I agree to wait with the car more so to stop Roleldar from hyperventilating over something happening to his ride.
- Beep Beep-
Pause recording incoming call
It is 20:32
We a venturing into the dilapidated domicile. We were called in so I assume there is a broken fixture or a dead ligh…body…
#scramble scramble audio cuts in and out# #spliced holo record synced#
Time 2033 – Rallo room 211 apartment at <****> Beginning non evasive initial investigation
No signs of life;
Cauterized Insertion through back near spine too large for a scalpel two small for a military vibrosword or imperial electric truncheon.
No other signs of duress or struggle. Might have knew assailant and turned back or even went in for a hug.
Body maybe have been search but was not moved due to coloration of blood pooling in the front chest cavity.
Time of death between 2000 and 2030 was dead on attack most likely damage to major organs.
-Muffled off Holo-
Rallo come out and plaaayaa.
We know you’re in there.
Don’t open the door We should run…
Shhh.. they may leave just wait
-turbodoor slide gear-
“What the hell is th…Rallo Arhhaa”
-Whirl of a turbine or some mechanical drill-
Hey guys it’s not what it looks like.
He’s got a cannon we got to run!
Those are hutt family guards.
Turn looking over shoulder to off holo
holo image goes out
Listen you don’t want to…Skag it! Go, come on!
-Muffled voices rattling of movement and the passing of air. A hard thud.-
“I got you come on Arggg!”
-Blaster fire in repetition sounding like a cannon. Disengaging lock and the whirl of a gasping repulsor engine-
So we just finished patching up wounds of let’s say our latest fall onto hard times and rail fire. Not only are we quite literally shot to hell after jump or in my case falling out of a build, but I willing to put credits down there is a purse on our collective heads. On that note need a resupply of stimpacks and a proper medical kit.
- Define note Medical kit with liquid durasteel extruder, compressed layer bacta depense similar to later Kolto applications in the Mando war. On Mando war tech rework look into bacta cast using flexible plasteel reel, frame mounting two pressurizing coupling. Light weight provides slight protection to injured limb, but would hinder user. High application in withdrawal and fire fight situations.
So back to the poodoo storm we stand in. Rallo’s death seems to be related to a data pad found in the apartment. Tym hacked what he could but as you can see the datapad is due for the slab I can scavenge it for parts later on. What we know are Rallo had multiple apartments and the heavy hitters were meant to meet up for what we can only assume is entertainment. The time scale is as such:
Pala Galore 1300 Twi’lek. Not sure if she is an indentured or a slave but her loan has been sold off. So she has cause to put Rallo in a oro-wood box.
Thot gar 1900 Bounty hunter Ubesian. Small time loans in a revolving cycle. Personally he is most likely cashing in on low advances to avoid accessing bulk saving and leaving a paper trail. Tak seems to know them and is on root with the others as I make sure Tym doesn’t rip his bacta wraps.
Last up is Pre-Alterra 2000. Apparently a dead beat odd for someone sporting the Pre title. I think it’s mando but if anything it’s fake to make them seem more fearsome. But his load trumps everyone’s but multiples and is late enough for interest payments to be made with eyes.
- Beep Beep-
So the team may have got a lead at Malfunctioning Eddie. Heard of him but I don’t trust information brokers so I never been. But from what I remember he is a part of a hutt ball fan league, known for wearing a ragged robe, and constantly squirting in what I believe modders call Blanko Russkies fluid into his neck joint.
*Note A derived fluid could…What. Passage? Why do we want to get passengers? Wait seriously why an anagram instead of just a fake name? Yeah set it up I will call it in.
So called the crew I think they on their way back. In the starboard drop bay quite spacious we could get…Um, yes how can I help you. Oh yes. Tym! Ok so..That will be half up front which would be
Yes 3500 up front.
That was not mentioned at all. 2000 up front you will get the rest when we get there. So let us hurry.
Wait wait we are san a pilot larel. So if you would like to take a seat would you like some Cav.
We must leave now.
Why in such a hurry? Just have a seat.
Some people are after me we have to go now.
Yea Moulee rah switched hands and your debt on some elses docket. Wait, I mean, everything will be fine! Maybe, possibly I i will get back to you. Our pilots in route, Cav?!
We know you met with Rallo.
Yes I met with him so what?
Well you see we kinda got framed for his murder. What is with the look, we didn’t murder him! Did you?
He was alive when he sent me away to be sold me off.
So your not really a transport? That’s good because I really don’t have 7000 credits…
She reaches for the cav cup Basstion pulls it away
We are outside New Agrabah chemical plant. It looks oddly old for the info the others shared for how new this scheme is suppose to be. But I imagine with all the ill gotten funds buys an old refinery must not be to hard.
Why am I even here?
We told you we if we get him to confess and bring him in with what he owes that would easily wipe out your debt and easily get us off the hit list.
Here comes the other they seem to have gotten into the system. Time to play the part.
“Your business here?”
We are here to meet Pre-Altera.
“Ah yes the Vips? Here are your badges”
-Basstion turns to Tym who shrugs-
And a map?
“Yes of course sir.”
Ok when we get inside Tak take Tym to the security office. Doc you’re with me and fly boy.
holo vid goes dark
muffled sounds of a speeder door shutting and air moving by
#scramble scramble audio cuts in and out# #spliced holo record synced#
The holo cam of the security room is panning left and right. Tak and Tym standout side knocking on the transparisteel door of the guard post two guards leave the camera terminal and approach the door. The camera pans away a server and another transparisteel door overlooking a courtyard of pipes. A blast bolt flies by scorching the wall. The camera slowly pans back two guards lay in a crumbled entanglement one. Tym is furiously manipulating the terminal as Tak tries to force the legs of a security uniform on.
Pre-Altera stands clad in what look to be Alderaan robes.
…And then stored into sealed hydraulic cylinders.
Interesting, we would like to join in that investment as we heard there is an opening? A What was his name Rallo? Seem to have come into an unfortunate incident.
What are some of your other planetside investors?
Quiet you are being paid as a mechanic not a negotiator! Please don’t mind him. But all the same I am interested.
Yes yes. You’ve heard of the golden rule, haven’t you? Whoever has the gold makes the rules. Please follow my man to my office I will return and we will handle the finalities when I return I have a quick matter to see to.
-Basstion turns to the camera and motions to watch there departed host.-
One guard stands at a door holding a communicator in his hand as the crew spreads out over the office.
Could you get some cav for me?
“Machine is over there.”
Ah, oh in the room huh? Thanks.
-Basstion walks over to the cav machine giving the face plate a quick rub. Dropping on the dispoable cup he kneels down to fetch it.- -The guard puts his communicator to his ear-
The guard draws his weapon, Sin-gar reacts let loose a flurry of shots from the blaster on his hip in one motion. The guard weapon discharges and the bolt blinds th camera for a bit as the machine erupt over Basstions head as a scorched hole bore through the now dying cav machine its plasteel parts scattered and charred. The other head out of the office.Basstion charges to the desk and starts frantically looking through items. Nothing of much importances Basstions back pockets a paper. Picks up the guards relinquished blaster
The Cam switches to a three level cat walk. Tak and Tym sprinting down meet up with the rest of the group.
Blaster fire erupt from one level below the crew’s catway. Tak looking over the edge hooks a carabiner to the railing and leaps over the rail propelling down on top of the them raining blaster bolts from his rifle. Sin-gar quick on the up take aims over the railing firing cover for Tak as he unbuckles his harness dropping the last man.
Another one on a slab
With heroics done the crew being to bolt for the exit before hearing a cackle.
Marry into business affair. Have me become the fool. The idea has merit. But not today street rats!
Altera pulls nothing short of a cannon from his holster and fires the catwalk. Basstion takes a direct hit into the thigh and crumbles to the ground in pain. The adventures aim to retaliate for their fallen comrade and unload onto Altera who swiftly ducks between his own men. Pala Galore charge down the cat walk producing a whisky bottle with a charge core strapped to the neck and hurl it into the adversaries. The guerrilla tactic catches no one off guard as the whole squad jumps back out the way as the bottle sails off the bottle level of the cat walk and into the spiral dark of the wonder cave of the refinery pit that seems to drop down to multiple under levels. The guards push forward in formation and unload at the upper level. Sir-gar looking away to his fallen compatriot catch the brunt of it with a graze across the neck line.
Die you addlepated twits!
Altera raises his long arm barrel towards the sky. Tak stands and receives the blow in the midst of firing. Take a solid hit to his side wincing and taking a knee. Bringing his rifle to bare Tak returns the favor with an unblinking stare down his sight launching a bolt turn and clean into the gun arm of Altera. A deep sizzle and a groan Altera drops the hand held bazooka. Basstion stands steeled by resolve and aims over top of Tak. Tym by his side and both unleash a shot for each shoulder.. Altera stumbles back fiddling something out of jacket. Before he could take his chance Roleldar gripping on the railing leans heavily over blasting Altera into the chest.
I am Pre, Altere but not as you know him.Read my lips and come to grip with reality. A blaster bolt is barely a task, you never face one of my caste. But with my scheme diced, and my system spliced nothing left but to go on a one way trip. My prospects take a terminal dip. My assets frozen, my venue chosen, the ends of the earth for me! But. I. Am. Still. The. PRE! EHA HA HA…
Altera clutching his chest flipped over the railing to his demise.
Can’t sleep as normal. Decided to just keep working through the night, better then watching those old vids on repeat. But, all in all everything worked out. Wiped the girls debt, got our death mark removed, got the speeder pack and got the a bit of reward. Still breathing still in the black. Guess that is the best I can ask for on Nar Shaddaa. I do hate leaving threads unpulled though but Ma Bergan was written on the note I swiped from the office. To physically write it instead of use a data pad does peak my interest.