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Post by Terranova on Aug 28, 2016 0:09:10 GMT
Cornel bolted as soon as he realized what was happening, and what he had done. The first blaster bolt tore through his robe and missed him completely. The next three shots hit their target directly in the legs. Cornel nearly fell flat but he held on, running faster than he had ever run in his life. 15 more bolts struck him. He was dead before he even hit the ground. Afterwards, the droids returned to their offline modes. For a few moments, Illya stayed frozen against the wall, staring with wide eyes at Cornel's unmoving body. The droids lowered their weapons, the sounds of their scanners whirring through the silent corridor before returning to their offline mode. Even then, Illya was hesitant to move. Slowly, cautiously, she walked towards Cornel, stopping to check his wounds before she left. The air smelled of burned fabric, hair, and flesh. His flesh. One of her best buyers. She cursed under her breath. The man had lost his temper and lost his life. She'd be careful not to make that mistake. She peeled his robe aside to see the blasterholes and was close enough to see that he was definitely dead. She was also close enough the see the good Count's wallet sticking out of his pocket. She slipped it into her handbag. Well, it's not like he'd need it anymore... |
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 28, 2016 0:59:25 GMT
Adriav jumps in the taxi and settles in the backseat. He throws a few hundred credits in the front seat, "The Felucian club, on the 700 block" He somewhat slides down in his seat and runs his claws through the fur on top of his head. He exhaled deeply as he gazes out the window, the taxi shuddering as it heads towards it's destination. As Adriav settles in in the backseat, the door opposite of him swings open. "Lower-City, doll!" Baron Orfess tells the driver as he takes a seat next to Adriav. The taxi takes off after Baron boards. Adriav would smell something terrible in the backseat. It would smell wet, slimy, and unclean. It is unclear if it is Baron or the taxi. "Big surprise in there, huh?" Baron asks Adriav with a big smile on his face. |
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 28, 2016 1:07:59 GMT
For a few moments, Illya stayed frozen against the wall, staring with wide eyes at Cornel's unmoving body. The droids lowered their weapons, the sounds of their scanners whirring through the silent corridor before returning to their offline mode. Even then, Illya was hesitant to move. Slowly, cautiously, she walked towards Cornel, stopping to check his wounds before she left. The air smelled of burned fabric, hair, and flesh. His flesh. One of her best buyers. She cursed under her breath. The man had lost his temper and lost his life. She'd be careful not to make that mistake. She peeled his robe aside to see the blasterholes and was close enough to see that he was definitely dead. She was also close enough the see the good Count's wallet sticking out of his pocket. She slipped it into her handbag. Well, it's not like he'd need it anymore... Illya would find the dead man's wallet and see that it was carrying a small sum of Republic credits. A currency only good on Republic worlds like Taris. She would also find a miniature holodisk, the kind that kept records and stored holos. From what she could tell, it was mostly undamaged from the blaster fire. From behind she could hear Gammoreans coming from the Meeting Room. Most likely to remove Josep's body. |
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Post by Terranova on Aug 28, 2016 1:40:10 GMT
Illya would find the dead man's wallet and see that it was carrying a small sum of Republic credits. A currency only good on Republic worlds like Taris. She would also find a miniature holodisk, the kind that kept records and stored holos. From what she could tell, it was mostly undamaged from the blaster fire. From behind she could hear Gammoreans coming from the Meeting Room. Most likely to remove Josep's body. Illya stripped the credits from the wallet and shoved them, along with the holodisk, into her handbag. Instead of waiting around for Apollo's extra security to arrive, she continued down the corridor and back to the party. She beelined to the bar. The pirates could wait. But she had just seen a man executed right in front of her and she needed a drink to calm her nerves. He had been one of her best customers! Who would be her gateway to the Tarisian Upper class now? That is, if she even had anything to sell after this ordeal with Apollo... Illya ordered something tasteless, but powerful. Something that would kick in soon. Then she would make her way back to Cylan's table to wait for him. |
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 28, 2016 12:13:21 GMT
Illya stripped the credits from the wallet and shoved them, along with the holodisk, into her handbag. Instead of waiting around for Apollo's extra security to arrive, she continued down the corridor and back to the party. She beelined to the bar. The pirates could wait. But she had just seen a man executed right in front of her and she needed a drink to calm her nerves. He had been one of her best customers! Who would be her gateway to the Tarisian Upper class now? That is, if she even had anything to sell after this ordeal with Apollo... Illya ordered something tasteless, but powerful. Something that would kick in soon. Then she would make her way back to Cylan's table to wait for him. It wouldn't take long for Cylan to show up at the table. He didn't say anything, and neither did his crew. They simply continued their meal. Illya's seat was still free if she wanted to take it. A plate of food was also waiting for her in that spot, which wasn't the case before she left. Finally, Kalla would ask Illya what the commotion was, and would point in the direction of the cooridor. |
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Post by Terranova on Aug 28, 2016 12:59:23 GMT
It wouldn't take long for Cylan to show up at the table. He didn't say anything, and neither did his crew. They simply continued their meal. Illya's seat was still free if she wanted to take it. A plate of food was also waiting for her in that spot, which wasn't the case before she left. Finally, Kalla would ask Illya what the commotion was, and would point in the direction of the corridor. Illya took her place next to the Trandoshan brothers, but didn't make any move for the plate of food. She could still smell burning flesh. She took a sip of her drink. When Kalla asked what the commotion was, Illya gave Cylan a sideways glance. "Apollo was dealing with an unreasonable guest. No big deal." She wondered what the Kaleesh was thinking. At the moment, he was her best bet for a reliable partner. Would he cooperate with Apollo's suicide race? Did he suspect a bluff? Did he care about Apollo so carelessly breaking his own rules? |
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 28, 2016 13:29:54 GMT
Illya took her place next to the Trandoshan brothers, but didn't make any move for the plate of food. She could still smell burning flesh. She took a sip of her drink. When Kalla asked what the commotion was, Illya gave Cylan a sideways glance. "Apollo was dealing with an unreasonable guest. No big deal." She wondered what the Kaleesh was thinking. At the moment, he was her best bet for a reliable partner. Would he cooperate with Apollo's suicide race? Did he suspect a bluff? Did he care about Apollo so carelessly breaking his own rules? "So, what did we miss? We striking a deal with Apollo or what?" Beezu asked his Captain. The Kaleesh wouldn't answer until he finished chugging his drink. "There is no deal. We were swindled. You're all compromised..." Cylan would immediately order another drink and then look over to Illya. He would keep his eyes locked with hers but not say anything. Meanwhile, the rest of the crew looked at each other, confused. |
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Post by Terranova on Aug 28, 2016 14:24:31 GMT
"So, what did we miss? We striking a deal with Apollo or what?" Beezu asked his Captain. The Kaleesh wouldn't answer until he finished chugging his drink. "There is no deal. We were swindled. You're all compromised..." Cylan would immediately order another drink and then look over to Illya. He would keep his eyes locked with hers but not say anything. Meanwhile, the rest of the crew looked at each other, confused. "It was Josep Cornel," she said in reference to the corridor, "That's one down..." |
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Post by superkamijoker on Aug 28, 2016 14:30:45 GMT
As Adriav settles in in the backseat, the door opposite of him swings open. "Lower-City, doll!" Baron Orfess tells the driver as he takes a seat next to Adriav. The taxi takes off after Baron boards. Adriav would smell something terrible in the backseat. It would smell wet, slimy, and unclean. It is unclear if it is Baron or the taxi. "Big surprise in there, huh?" Baron asks Adriav with a big smile on his face. Adriav eyed the Shistavanen with a raised eyebrow. He shifted towards the door and continued staring out the window, visibly uncomfortable with his current situation. "I have no idea what you're talking about." he said with a huff, not wanting to divulge information in front of the driver. |
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 28, 2016 15:20:55 GMT
"It was Josep Cornel," she said in reference to the corridor, "That's one down..." "One down?" Beezu asked in confusion. "What have we got ourselves into, Cylan?" Synox asked as he put his drink down. Cylan wouldn't answer until he downed his second drink. "We're being forced to compete in some race by Apollo. If we lose, we lose everything. All our wealth, The Gypsy, everything we have." Cylan would continue to tell his crew everything he knew about the race and the situation. |
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 28, 2016 15:30:14 GMT
Adriav eyed the Shistavanen with a raised eyebrow. He shifted towards the door and continued staring out the window, visibly uncomfortable with his current situation. "I have no idea what you're talking about." he said with a huff, not wanting to divulge information in front of the driver. "Come on man you were there! This is big. Big. Big. Big. Big. I can't wait to have all those credits. Swimming in credits! You doing the race yourself, right?" Baron asked, fidgeting in his seat. |
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Post by superkamijoker on Aug 28, 2016 18:08:40 GMT
"Come on man you were there! This is big. Big. Big. Big. Big. I can't wait to have all those credits. Swimming in credits! You doing the race yourself, right?" Baron asked, fidgeting in his seat. Adriav wouldn't even look in the other occupant's direction. "I'm considering it." he said, annoyed he was sharing an already disgusting taxi with this annoying individual. Adriav continued to stare out the window, hoping against hope the trip would be over soon |
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Post by Terranova on Aug 28, 2016 18:25:50 GMT
"One down?" Beezu asked in confusion. "What have we got ourselves into, Cylan?" Synox asked as he put his drink down. Cylan wouldn't answer until he downed his second drink. "We're being forced to compete in some race by Apollo. If we lose, we lose everything. All our wealth, The Gypsy, everything we have." Cylan would continue to tell his crew everything he knew about the race and the situation. Cylan made it to the end of his explanation. Illya shifted in her seat. "So who are you thinking should represent your crew?" |
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 28, 2016 18:50:57 GMT
Cylan made it to the end of his explanation. Illya shifted in her seat. "So who are you thinking should represent your crew?" "Hey, isn't she one our enemies then?" Beezu spat, looking to the others for confirmation. "She doesn't have to be," Cylan retorted. "Not unless she joins up for good." "You mean like join our crew?" Synox asked, giving the impression that he was intrigued by the proposal. "Wait. I wasn't aware that we even decided to do this race in the first place. We can get out of Apollo's reach, can't we?" Said Beezu, voicing his opinion. "We could run, sure. But you can't tell me that the idea isn't attractive. We could win and we know it," Cylan said, giving a sly smile to his crew. |
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Post by SSJRuss on Aug 28, 2016 18:58:39 GMT
Adriav wouldn't even look in the other occupant's direction. "I'm considering it." he said, annoyed he was sharing an already disgusting taxi with this annoying individual. Adriav continued to stare out the window, hoping against hope the trip would be over soon "Well consider this my friend,"Baron said, extending his hand to Adriav for a handshake. "Let's go all in on this partner. We could win with numbers. Have an advantage, yeah? We can win big together!" Baron Orfess was visibly excited. |
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