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Post by Phoenix on Aug 2, 2006 7:36:31 GMT -5
***Where ships are docked and held during one's visit to Nar Shadda. Large transports arrive often holding deliveries, along with Refugees as well***
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 2, 2006 10:45:58 GMT -5
A Starfeld ZH-25 Questor glided into a free slot in the Docks, next to various other light freighters after having been directed there by Control. His ship had registered almost immediately due to his frequent visits, he somewhat knew the man in control of the Docks and therefore had exexcuted some of his charm to find a nice open space rather then have to find a small cramped whole where most likely all sorts of vermin lurked. Settling his craft down, he deactivated the engines and unclipped himself. Passing the cargo hold he spotted his astromech droid "Klink" fidgeting with maintenance droids. He sighed.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Hey you, I'm heading out for a while. You keep this place safe you hear? I don't want to have to rush in blasters blazing like I did the last time... Look leave those, I'll do them later. Just do what I say, ok?[/shadow] [/glow]
Klink bleeped and whirred.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Good, see you later...[/shadow][/glow]
Slinging his jacket over his back he paced down the ramp and out onto the landing pad. Nar Shadda had always been a bustling place and hadn't changed since he was here a year ago. Nevertheless, he was happy that Nar Shadda still remained the way it did because for the first 15 years of his life it had been his home. His family had originally been located in the Refugee sector where life was truly at it's worst. That was why he had felt the urge to leave regardless of how he did so.
Even though he had wanted to forget Nar Shadda for good, it later occured to him alot of crime evolved around it and where else to smuggle stuff then the Smuggler's moon itself. During his experience, he had been acquainted with a certain Urjugg the Hutt, head of the Exchange here on Nar Shadda. He had always provivded him with work and he was sure that there was something available as usual. He made his way to the Flea's dump, where he could meet some of his contacts and set up a meeting with the Hutt himself otherwise he would leave with a very small amount of cash in his pocket.
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 3, 2006 5:16:20 GMT -5
Grejj was surveying his ship, he had refueled the tanks and everything was operational as ever. Luckily he didn't need to restock on concussion missles for he hadn't run into much trouble recently and even if he did, this bird would've been able to out-run any Regency cruiser or for that fact pretty much any light freighter for example pirates looking to exact revenge on him from the past. Suddenly he heard Buck call out behind him.
<Heya Grejj! we need to talk...>
He turned round, his expression changed immediately. "Oh great... not these poor fools again" he whispered under his breath. It seemed as if his old Pirate crew had caught up with him finally and were looking to exact revenge on him. He had been expecting this, he knew he wouldn't be able to return to Nar Shadda without being threatened or shot at.
His present old crew consisted of his 2nd in command Renner, a vcious Bothan with a lust for blood and to his right a Duros, whom he did not have the pleasure of knowing and behind those two was a couple of Gammoreans, brothers for that fact. Though loyal, they were extremely stupid, niether possesed any trace of intelligence. Renner snarled, a blaster gripped tightly in his right paw.
I've been waiting a long time for this, Grejj! We want all that Cortosis and Phrik that we stole from that ship along with that nice freighter of yours!
Grejj grinned.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Urggh, looks like we have a little problem don't we?[/shadow][/glow]
he said as he unclipped his blasters from his holsters and rolled into cover before rising to unleash a spray of fire. His DT-57 firing off accurate blasts whilst his other, a DL-44 power 5 shot of a flurry of low powered salvos. There was no way he was giving all he had to these scum...
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 3, 2006 10:32:51 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]We're beginning our descent, sir.[/glow]
Dace flipped the com switch.
[glow=red,2,300]Good, Captain, proceed.[/glow]
Dace turned off the interface on his desk and stood up. He grabbed his spacer coat and walked toward the exit. Already waiting for his there were 10 of Dace's agents. Dace's personal comlink then beeped.
[glow=red,2,300]Sir, we're entering the Corellian sector.[/glow]
Dace pressed the button on the commlink.
[glow=red,2,300]Very well.[/glow]
Two land speeders were waiting near the ramp. Dace hopped in one along with several of his agents. The rest got in the other. The ship lurched, indicating its landing, and the ramp began to open. The speeders whirred forward and into the Corellian Sector on Nar Shaddaa.
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 3, 2006 16:57:57 GMT -5
Grejj had hiden behind a metal crate and the otherside was no doubt drenched in blaster marks which was a good sign in a way, meaning that they were missing but soon he himself would soon be out of ammo. His DL-44 was clearly out of ammo due to tha fact that he let of a storm of fire, though he had been accurate, his old crew had been successful in finding large obstacles to shoot through. "Sithspit!" he thought to himself as his DL-44 finally ran out of ammo. Slipping it back in his holster, he began to focus on conserving what shots he had left. Peering over the top of the crate, he spotted the two heavily bodied Gamoreans, lurking behind a couple of crates. They were equipped with battle rifles which he seriously doubted they knew how to use and if he guessed correctly there would be plenty of ammo left in them. Suddenly a bolt skimmed the top of the crate and he drew back immediately.
Looking across the deck he spotted some good cover and lined up the run with the two Gamoreans... he grinned. Like a leopard he dashed across the deck diving for the crates and whilst in mid-air he turned his body sideways as to let of a couple of blasts at the Gammoreans. Just as he dived behind the crates, he sighted one of them being struck directly in the face whilst the other was scathed on the shoulder. Though one of them was now officially dead, the problem that was hindering his progress was the presence of Renner. Grejj was unaware of his location and couldn't risk dashing to finish the other off. Suddenly he heard the Duros companion moving along some crates and he immediately whipped his blaster round and downed him within seconds. He then spotted Renner behind a pillar and let of as many rounds as he had left both towards Renner and the last Gammorean until he dived for the ground, slid and acquired the battle rifle, blasting the Gammorean brother to the ground. He then crept on the crates and searched for Renner but he was nowhere to be seen, suddenly he heard a step to his side, he turned but it was too late. Renner was right there with his blaster right next to his head.
If you would so kindly step down, so that I can blow your brains out
Grejj stepped down with one foot and with the other he delivered a kick to the Bothan's firearm, knocking it out of his hands as it skittered across the floor. Grejj tackled Renner to the ground and threw a series of punches until Renner overpowered him with a headbutt. Grejj rolled to the side somewhat dazed, luckily he sighted Renner on the run for his gun. Gripping him bz the boot, he tripped him over and pulled him back, crawling on top of him, he held his head in a lock along with his left arm. The Bothan had been forced into submission but as he flailed, he elbowed Grejj in the face releasing his grip enough for him to get away. Renner acquired his blaster and pointed it straight at Grejj, a knife like grin on his face, his white canines clearly visible.
Time to die...
Then out of nowhere appeared a gigantic Cathar, snatching the blaster out of Renner's hand and snapping it in two with his almight strength. Glaring into Renner's eyes more was not needed to be done as Renner got the message, there was no way he could even begin to mount an offensive against such a giant. Renner turned on his heels and left Grejj and the Cathar alone.
The Cathar tossed the remaining pieces of Renner's blaster aside and stood before Grejj who was now upright.
[glow=Orange,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Greetings Feeorin, my name is Brex and I seek a ship. I wish to leave this planet and seeing how I just saved your life, all I ask in return is to serve on your ship regardless of your buisness[/shadow][/glow]
Grejj laughed.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Excuse me, I didn't ask to be saved. I hardly think this fair, I mean I travel alone, you can't just ask to serve on my ship just like...[/shadow][/glow]
Brex picked him up by the scuff of his jacket and held him above the ground.
[glow=Orange,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Whether or not you choose to accept that I just saved your life, what you must accept is that If I had not interevened you would have most certainly died and the ship would no longer be yours. So in fact you owe me alot and I demand you allow me to travel with you, it is all I ask...[/shadow][/glow]
Grejj gripped Brex's hairy arms and shook them off. He thought to himself briefly, mulling over the consequences, the advantages and disadvantages. He sighed.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]OK fine, you can tag along. But if you step out of line even once, I swear I will smoke you in an instant, got it?[/shadow][/glow]
the Cathar nodded and the two of them quickly got into Grejj's ship, leaving his old crew behind. Once inside, Grejj hopped into the pilot seat and began preparing his freighter for take off. It would be a while before he could return to Nar Shadda not like he cared. Problem was, he still didn't have any work meaning no money. Luckily he still had some Cortosis he could sell of, that would keep him going for a while but it simply wouldn't be enough in the end. He needed a good amount of cash and this just wasn't it. Everything seemed to be going down hill but hopefully he would find some work soon, maybe Tatooine would have something. "Yeh, we'll go there, there must be some work there, there always is..."
[glow=Orange,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]To Tatooine then?[/shadow][/glow]
Grejj looked to the co-pilot seat, Bex was there setting co-ordinates before he even got the chance to put a word in.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]I didn't know you could fly freighters. Name's Grejj by the way...[/shadow][/glow]
Bex merely nodded and sat back as Grejj ignited the thruster engines and retracted the landing gear. Once outside the atmosphere, the twin ion engines came to life thrusting the small freighter through space at a good speed. Soon they jumped to hyperspace leaving behind their troubled pasts for what was deemed to be a long time.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 18, 2006 15:21:32 GMT -5
Arnun's ship popped out of hyperspace above Nar Shadda. She engaged the Ion engine on the Cloakshape and put her hyperspace ring into a standard orbit. She turned the fighter towards the moon and put her headset on, as well as her sensors, she didn't want anyone sneaking up on her and attacking her ship.
"Control, this is CSHP-N17463 with you, requesting landing vector and clearence for North Western Hemisphere" She said. She absent mindidly twiddled one of her leeku in her hand, she didn't like Nar Shadda, it alwyas made her nervous to go there. The radio crackled back to life.
"CHSP-N17463 Confirmed , set transponder to 001286 callback" said the controler
"CHSP Transponder to 001-2-8-6 Confirmed" she responded
She keyed in the transponder code , and the rado cracked back to life.
"CHSP Sensor Contact 10M K out, Confirm contact" the controler requested.
"Contact Confirmed, CHSP" she said.
"CHSP Vector to 036 by 020 and wait for further instruction" the controler instructed.
"CHSP Vectoring to 036 by 020 Waiting for Instruction" she said.
She set the auto-pilot to hold the heading that they had assigned to her. It seemed like forever before they got back to her.
"CHSP, Resume own Navigation, Contact landing control when you reach 200 Km"
"Contact landing control at 2C km, resume own nav, confirmed control." She said, as she flipped off the autopilot and grabbed the yoke. Her altitude had shrunk to 500 km. She gave the yoke a quick jab forwards, and the fighter did a forwards role. she was coasting in orbit, and needed to exacute a deceleration burn to start landing. She grabbed the throttle with her left hand and eased it to the first gate. The pannel to her left jumped to life as the computer started the engine start sequence, and it was soon idling. she eased it to 65% for 30 seconds. "That should do it. " she said, as the fighter started to decend. She gave the yoke a quick jab back and the fighter pointed the right direction now. She reached 200 km in a matter of minutes, and gave the engines a jab to stabilize her decent.
"Control, this is CSHP-N17463 with you, transponder code 001286" she said into the headset.
"CHSP, Confimed." the controler responded.
"CHSP requesting landing vector." she chanted into the mic. Arnun had done this routine thousands of times before, and the coming 5 minutes was the most harrowing, every time.
"CHSP, NS control, you are cleared for docking, vector 018 by 265, bay 32b, slot 12. Watch for traffic." said the controler
"Confirmed, 018 by 265, 32b s12 WFT" She chanted into the mic.
She gave the yoke a jab forward, exacuting a forwards pitch 180*. The ship was pointing exactly back wards, the planet above her. She grabbed the throttle and pushed it to the "100%" marking, then presed the button on the side of the throttle knob, activating the afterburner. The Controlers had given her a do-able vector, but she was going to have to bleed a ton of speed fast. She was pressed back into the seat, and was hawking her instruments, watching the speed gauge the closest. after about a 50 second burn, she grabbed the throttle, whiped it back to idle, and gave the stick a jab back , as she activated the deflector for re entry. Most of the time she could get away without using the deflector, but sometimes, like when Nar Shaddin controlers decided to give her a hot re entery angle, she had to use it.
The Cloakshape flew the rest of the vector without incident, finding its landing slot and setting down. Arnun got out, her DL-44 on her hip, just incase, and headed for the "Shadier" part of the planet.
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Post by guruman on Sept 12, 2006 14:37:49 GMT -5
A small jedi Starfighter landed on a pad and Cole got out. He walked around Nar Shadda sensing some strange presences, he sensed a Rodian trying to sell a droid. It was no use for the Rodian. Cole ran to the Rodian. He spoke in Rodian to the Rodian and eventually got the small droid on 4 wheels. Cole signalled the droid to get in the ship as Cole walked into a Bar.
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