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Post by Julian Priest on Oct 4, 2018 14:23:35 GMT -5
There were times that the galaxy seemed much smaller than maps expressed, and then there were times it seemed larger. For Julian, the galaxy was just right, but he never understood why the inhabitants of it were so...needy. Why did they see the Mandalorians less needy? Least, Julian felt that was how his people were viewed. Maybe because they were so self efficient, maybe it was because they were so feared? Well, not anymore. Mandalore hadn't been feared in who knows how long.
"It's because we can always get back up and steamroll the galaxy. With the right Mandalore." He said softly under his helmet. The t-visor was iconic, it still gave that back off feel.
He found himself walking on Artorias, the planet was peaceful for the most part, it was beautiful, and had amazing views. Currently, the its great sea was to his right as he made his way to the bazaar. Clan Priest was in need of supplies, and Artorias had what he needed. A nice black market so mysterious, he was a little nervous about coming into it. Julian wondered if anyone was looking to take out the monarchy that ruled over Artorias.
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Ryūko Hakai
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Post by Ryūko Hakai on Oct 4, 2018 17:42:02 GMT -5
Ryūko HakaiTHEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID "Great goodness!"
The angry hiss came from a creepy masked girl; she diddn't seem to have more than 20 years, young but dangerous... she had came to Artorias in search of something. But, of course, a mercenary wouldn't complain when it was about winning credits.
Hissing what seemed curses, the sinister girl grumbled when a stab of pain passed through her forearm; two days ago, she had gone into a savage battle with someone who she had made a foe. The quarrel had been rough, her opponent finished in the floor, crying like a child, while she had a wound that was bleeding so badly that the white had lost color and as replaced by dirt and splotches of blood.
He should have known the consequences!
She though with scorn...she'd heard a voice and instantly the assassin would hide in the closest shadow she could find. The hair of her neck stood in the end when she recognized the stranger. A mandalorian.
Kuso! Why now?, she snarled mentally.
Her only visible eye glowed from the darkness, as though as she was a predator, ready to pounce. Mandalorians were dangerous, yes, but she didn't fear them, yet, being a assassin was to first act as one; hidden in the shadows like a violent carnivore animal, ready to get its next prey. She kept silent, her figure couldn't be seen by the dark clothes she was wearing. WORDS: 219 || TAGGED: Julian Priest: || Carnivore-Starset|| NOTES: Hope this is okay...
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Post by Julian Priest on Oct 4, 2018 19:10:13 GMT -5
He continued walking down the street but only stopping to watch the sun gently begin it's setting. Reds and oranges bounced across the sea and shimmered into the clouds. Through his visors he could see the speeders going out to party or whatever on the few small private islands that existed out there. Julian sighed. He was counting on support from the clans soon, his was ready to back him up, but he was certain about the others. Being on this planet didn't help either, but he was sure the black market held the necessary weapons he could use. He had the credits that was for sure.
Shaking his head, Julian turned to continue his walk as data came up in the left side of his field of vision through the visor. On it was various information on the market, its location and what was allowed and not. Small blasters only, a small credit fee to enter, and only groups of two with one group associated allowed to come. He wasn't sure how that worked, what if four groups that knew each other entered? Then he realized there was a list, a database that kept up with the curtain times. Apparently they had someone who was telling them everything about everyone, including who they knew and what their manners were towards one another.
It was interesting, Julian continued to read, oblivious to his surroundings as he did. Mandalorians were tough foes, but it didn't mean they always had their guards up. Besides, as far as Julian knew, he wasn't on anyone's poodoo list.
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Post by Ryūko Hakai on Oct 5, 2018 10:41:21 GMT -5
Ryūko HakaiTHEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID Ryūko's gaze studied the mandalorian, by the way he walked, she could guess he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.
Idiot! Always keep your guard up!
The young assassin was surprised to see a mandalorian with his guard down; a surprise, yes.
For how much she itched for a fight, she couldn't let herself get distracted, she had arrived for politics on her benefit, not a stupid quarrel. However, if she found him again, at least he would know to keep away if she scared him.
"Let's do this...",she'd hiss lowly under her breath. She took out both of her swords, and fast as a shadow, she'd jump out from her own hiding spot.
Growling with savagery, Ryūko would take him down by hitting with her feet the mandalorian's back. As soon as he was pushed down, Ryūko put one of her swords close to his neck while the other kept his hands crossed in the mandalorian's own back.
"Who are you?"she snarled violently. Her voice was cold and aggressive. WORDS: || TAGGED: Julian Priest : || Carnivore-Starset|| NOTES: :c
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Post by Julian Priest on Oct 5, 2018 12:29:58 GMT -5
The rules set and expansive tidiness of the market was amazing, he couldn't say he saw something so organized before. The Mandalorian would have to take notes on this. It was short lived, though, as a pressure was placed on his back. Julian fell to the ground, and rolled over just to have a blade put to his neck. He was blasted with questions of his identity, causing confusion as to why this person decided this was the best course of action.
Normally, Julian was a pretty relaxed man for Mandalorian standards, but the surprise attack just to ask his name had him a little upset.
Julian tucked in his knees to the assaulter's chest, pushing with all his might to kick the thug off his body.
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Post by Ryūko Hakai on Oct 5, 2018 12:59:09 GMT -5
Ryūko HakaiTHEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID Ryūko huffed with anger as she was pushed back. She wouldn't go down so easily, though. With a animal hiss, she charged against the mandalorian, the force pushing through her own musculature as she jumped and again kicked him down with a strong punch of her feet.
Thank goodness I'm strong...
Her blades were soon sinking to the floor at both sides of the mandalorian's head. The masked girl's only visible eye was glowing fiercely, and for a moment, Ryūko though she was feeling alive again.
"Idiot,"she spat."Always keep your guard up! For a mandalorian, I though you'd be prepared."Ryu's voice was cold. She grabbed her swords, and stood up, leaving the mandalorian free, and with a last creepy glare at him, Ryūko walked off heading for the market.
Her client was a man who wanted revenge against someone, he would talk with her about the price as soon as she arrived. Back with her quarrel earlier, she'd think that the mandalorian would be thinking of what a creep she was.
Perfect, he'll stay out of my way after this.
She was careless of anyone's thoughts of her, yet, that attack was only for something else. She didn't bother to look back, Ryūko didn't care, however, that didn't meant she did not have her guard up. WORDS: || TAGGED: Julian Priest : || Carnivore-Starset|| NOTES: :c
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Post by HK-51 on Oct 5, 2018 15:42:41 GMT -5
On the market there were a lot of things, one of them was a scrapper, who was selling well... scrap. There weren't many interesting pieces for sale, most of wares were just an old junk, probably scavenged all around the planet. Among the trash was a very old looking droid. It looked like some sort of protocolar droid who went through a lot. It seemed improbable that it could be reactivated. Or at least that was what the scrapper and most of potential customers thought. Not the rodian spacer who was scanning the droid with some sort of device. Whatever he was doing did something...
... ... ... Scan in progress... Error, memory core fractured, database incomplete... Trying to find alternative pathway... Error, alternative pathway not found... Trying to fix the issue... Error, fix only partially successful... Current assignment: Assassinating the head of the Cadera clan Scan in progress... Minor damage to chassis detected Initiating internal chronometer Internal chronometer activated Mission status: failure, assigned target expired Initiating core programming... Internal database incomplete... Location: Unknown Current status: compromised Initiating self preservation subroutines...
The droid's optic sensors came online with bright yellow light. The surprised spacer managed to open his mouth, the only thing he was able to do, before a vibroknife went through his eye. The scrapper managed to scream, before his windpipe was crushed. By that time a panic ensued. The unknown droid managed to get hold of the dead scrapper's handgun by the time the first two guards arrive. A deadly accurate blaster fire killed both of them before they could even draw their weapons. Without any remorse the droid started shooting into the panicked civilians.
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Post by Julian Priest on Oct 5, 2018 20:54:05 GMT -5
Julian let out a grunt as the person smashed into him again, this time in the gut. The air is lungs was forcefully pushed out, causing a severe burning sensation in his lungs. The assassin was now yelling at him but he was too worried about the blades to care for what was said. Then it all stopped. The woman got off, and walked away. In the direction he needed to go, he thought. Julian stood up, curious and confused by the attack.
Then, like the weirdness crossed to another person, Julian heard blaster fire not too far away. Screaming came after with civilians running away. Julian cocked his head in even more confusion. He swore Artorias wasn't known for this kind of behavior.
"Dang it! Seriously!?" He said more so to himself.
Julian ran in the direction of the gunfire pass the woman who had just ripped him a new one. He only stopped for a second to stare at the woman through his visors before nodding at her in an approving manner. "Nice kick." Was all he said before running towards the firing.
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Post by Ryūko Hakai on Oct 6, 2018 20:21:40 GMT -5
Ryūko HakaiTHEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID Ryūko blinked as the mandalorian ran past her, but not before complimenting her...Ryu let out a snort of disgust.
As soon as she herself heard the firing, she decided to go, after all, the screams seemed to come from the place she needed to go to. Careless if the mandalorian saw her following him, using a great speed she'll follow him in complete silence.
Her paces were soft and silent, an assassin's pace of course. Ryūko's gaze was boring into the mandalorian's back as he ran and ran, she kept close from the shadows.
Wonder who decided to attack? she though, narrowing her only visible eye through the mask.
She frowned her nose as she caught the stench of smoke; after what happened in her childhood, the fire always brought her bad memories, yet, she wouldn't back off, she needed to get there, otherwise, she could not recieve her credits. WORDS: || TAGGED: Julian Priest : || Carnivore-Starset|| NOTES: :c
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Post by HK-51 on Oct 7, 2018 13:04:04 GMT -5
... all threats eliminated ... self-preservation protocol deactivated ... startup initialised HK had no idea where he was. According to his internal chronometer nearly 4000 years has passed since the event that led to his deactivation. His memory core was damaged, which explained the gaps in his memories. His sensors also appeared to detect at least two individuals closing on him quickly. "Warning: I would not come any closer if you don't want to have your head blasted off..." he warned them, pointing his blaster, ready to fire.
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