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Hutt of Darkness: Part 1
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| Leroy | Date: Friday, 31 Jul 2015, 6:18 AM | Message # 1 |
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| It was a man's world on Dantooine. Leroy wanted to like the place, with its overwhelmingly Human population, its innate distrust of authority, and its love of guns. If he'd grown up here, rather than in the slums of Phelar, Leroy's life might have gone quite differently. Having fought to protect his Human heritage on Eriadu as a member of one of Phelar's alien-bashing gangs, he had a disgust for all things non-Human, and perhaps especially the Hutts. It was ironic then, that he would end up here on Dantooine to kill one Hutt on behalf of another. But he knew one thing for sure: Dantooine would be a better world without Jamulon Desilijic Tiure.
How the people of Dantooine tolerated "Jamie" the Hutt, much less elect him to Garang's chamber of commerce, Leroy would never know. Nor did it particularly matter. He was more preoccupied on the flight to Dantooine with the question of how exactly to kill a Hutt. Leroy preferred vibroblades, but it would take one the size of a Vice Chancellor's staff to do any damage to a Hutt. He considered blowing the Hutt up, but he knew he wouldn't be able to smuggle enough explosives onto Dantooine to do the trick. It decided on shooting Jamulon, but here too a standard blaster would barely register to a Hutt. So he had procured a TL-21 light repeating blaster for the task which, despite its name, was anything but "light."
Leroy had disassembled the TL-21 and stashed its parts variously his backpack, in a satchel he wore under his arm, and in his various pockets. He also wore his favorite Luxan MB-450 in a holster at his hip, a fancy piece of kit for Dantooine.
The Hutt had a townhouse on the edge of Garang, so he was told. Leroy's plan, as he disembarked from the passenger freighter onto the dusty landing field on the opposite side of the city, was to find somewhere inconspicuous nearby the townhouse where he could assemble the TL-21 and either wait for Jamulon to show himself or, if he got tired of waiting, simply storm the compound.
It was a warm day, and Leroy started walking.
Leroy
"Njon Squad"
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| Lim_Hejin | Date: Friday, 31 Jul 2015, 11:06 AM | Message # 2 |
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| There were others on Dantooine who had purpose with Jamulon Tiure as well, though of a far less nefarious sort. Not far from the landing strip, if it could be called that, where the passenger freighter had disgorged its living cargo sat another freighter. It was slightly on the battered and used side, at least to outer looks, but the interior? Well, that's where she shone. The Stars of Arcadia was her registered name, but the Wayfarer-class' ugly shape belied the beautiful moniker. Nonetheless, there she sat, waiting.
Waiting for what? That was the other question. Even now, Lim Hejin and his XO, Petra, were on an older-model landspeeder driven by a Rodian; likely one of Jamie's muscle, taking them to the townhouse to see the Hutt. Despite the fact that Hejin had no extra-special fondness for the Hutt race, there was the fact that his Alliance contacts had pointed Jamulon out as a possibly useful, if not overly sympathetic to the Rebel cause, personage who could get weapons, among other things. Hejin needed weapons. He needed replenishment for the expended ammunition on his small band of ships. Even now, his backup sat in orbit, awaiting the word to come down and assist with the pickup, providing all went well.
Lim Hejin
Smuggler
Pirate
Part-time Rebel
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| Jamie_the_Hutt | Date: Friday, 07 Aug 2015, 6:44 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Jamie the Hutt ooched out of his door about twenty minutes after a lady resembling Mama The Hutt left on her mobility speeder that bore her weight, having been gifted by Jamie on their first date it was a simple speeder droid base with a cotton and mosquito netting tenting around a durasteel pipe frame Jamie had welded himself. It hadn't come easily to an Aristocratic Hutt at first, the manual labour, but had discovered it seemed to be more about enthusiasm than skill here. Now crafting small intricate devices to shoot others, use as chronos, or generally be a fun gadget toy he had made from childhood and ws skilled at. But darn it a woman of such Huttlike proportions and appetite she should not walk like her less corpulent brethren weighing a mere 300 lbs on average.
As he thought this thought Jamulon opened his front door (another good thing about Dantooine.. He thought, was its abundantly Hutt sized furnishings and doors.. Leaving the house he wore a small satchel largely for the various potions and unguents his skin enjoyed daily, had a pink and grey bathrobe around him which didn't nearly meet in the middle (no unusual thing on Dantooine) and pushed into his stretched tied rope restraining his bath robe he had a C-M Frag Storm heavy shotgun. It had an extended fitted handle to fit a Hutt and looked amusingly like a pistol size sawnoff at his waist. He took out the hose pipe from next to the door and ooched past the Hutt scale couch on the lawn turning to spray his "Butler" with the cold water till the old drunkard in his concertinaed top hat and holed and patched morning dress jacket over a t shirt and cut off jeans.
"Fetch me something stimulating, high sugar, fruity, delicious and with chipped ice in it." He shook his head as Joe "Jenks" Jenkins checked his blaster was loaded then rubbed his eyes noticing he didn't take his vision medication and probably had enough alcohol still in him to class himself as drunk. He vomited in the flower bed to the right of the door and muttered "Aw shit" he said with disgust before sharing a laugh with Jamie still filling his Mud Hole and then reaching out with one hand to bang on the audio broadcast unit so it boomed and crackled and then tuned in perfectly with a second hit.
Jenks was sick again and fired his blaster at his own sick which splattered it all over him. "Force damned Imperial shoddy liquor standards) he said wiping his face at least happy his pistol worked and so tucked it in his holster and stepped away from the door to hook up a bottle of moonshine left on the lawn and take a draught before heading in to make Jamie's beverage and turn on the Nerf roastin machine for Jimbo and the Boys Breakfast.
He had of course noticed the outsiders but it didn't pay to let people know anything they had paid for. Setting down his handcannon next to the pool he set down his unguent bag next to it, using the glass in his bay window to keep an eye on these boys.
There was a good deal of shuffling of curtains at random in Big Jim's street, for people was keeping a wary eye on strange city slickas in these here parts. The audio tune was gently tootling a local tune but not too loud that you couldn't hear Jenks majestically almost roar as he dry heaved every now and then.
Jamulon Desilijic Tiure
known as "Jamie the Hutt"
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Merchant Venturer
Nephew to Jabba the Hutt
Associate Member of the Hutt Cartel
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| Leroy | Date: Sunday, 09 Aug 2015, 9:38 PM | Message # 4 |
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| A professional might have been more attentive to Lim Hejin as he drove past Leroy at the Garang Spaceport, or Space... Field, was perhaps a more apt description. But Leroy was not a professional, nor had he a professional's instincts or attention to detail. He was a killer, pure and simple. He enjoyed killing and considered himself good at it; this was good enough for street fighting on Phelar, and probably good enough to assassinate a Hutt, but a professional assassin he was not. When he later saw the same speeder and its attendant Rodian on the grounds of Jamulon's townhouse, Leroy thought nothing of it.
He had received more than a few glances from the townsfolk, especially as he got farther from the landing field. But Dantooine was at the intersection of two major trade routes and, like it or not, outsiders were a common sight in the city of Garang, including many more funny-lookin' than Leroy, his only distinguishing characteristic being the gang tattoo on the side of his head. But the occasional glances aside, the people of Dantooine seemed to be accustomed to leaving others alone and expecting them to do the same. Leroy was happy to oblige.
The lawn around Jamulon's townhouse would make a direct approach difficult, he figured. The TL-21 was less-accurate the further it was from its target, but Leroy could depend on its high rate of fire to get the job done. Leroy took the long way around the property until he found a common sight on Dantooine—an outhouse. A foul-smelling, Hutt-sized outhouse. Leroy took a moment to remind himself how much Njon was paying him for this job, then reminded himself again, then took a deep breath, held it, and snuck inside. Reasonably certain that he'd not been seen, he quickly went about assembling the TL-21, trying not to look at anything in the room for fear of what it might be. He also unholstered his Luxan and kept it ready to fire on anyone or any thing that opened the door.
Leroy
"Njon Squad"
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| Lim_Hejin | Date: Sunday, 09 Aug 2015, 10:20 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Arriving at Jamulon's 'pad,' if it could be called that, Lim and Petra dismounted. Hejin, not caring about his mode of dress, practically looked like what every single holodrama portrayed a smuggler to appear, sans perhaps the bad smell and unwashed clothes, but from the red wrap around his neck that concealed an old scar to the low slung Bryar blasters on either thigh, he did appear as part of the galaxy's lesser enjoyed class in highly public areas. As a sometime pirate, smuggler and in recent months, rebel, he'd always felt it was important to maintain that 'no damns given' look. Petra, meanwhile, was the exact opposite, preferring sultry clothing that would have been befitting a Twi'lek dancer in the way it hugged her form and sporting a red eyepatch over her left eye; her scars and disfigurements were something she chose to accentuate; she'd often told Lim that it drew attention away from the long-barreled TriShot she carried.
The Rodian driver escorted them forth to Jamulon, providing, of course, they passed whatever security measures the man had. If, of course, all went well, which Hejin had no reason to expect it wouldn't, they'd be standing before Jamie the Hutt in (hopefully) short order. Giving a brief bow, attempting, at least, to fulfill Huttese customs for the Hutt in the decidedly un-Huttlike atmosphere, Hejin addressed him.
"Master Tiure, thank you for taking the time to see us today," he began. "Certain friends of mine who, ah, happen to ship cargo here and there directed me to you, as did a few other associates." It would be foolish to come flat out and say the Alliance had pointed him to Jamulon; no doubt any Imperials attempting to infiltrate or trick the Hutt would do the same. "However, I was told you were a man who could acquire certain things my crew and I may need. Things for self-defense on shipping runs and the like."
Lim Hejin
Smuggler
Pirate
Part-time Rebel
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