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 Fan Based  Science Fiction From Rocks to Riches (w/Wendium)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by LordoftheFrenchFryz, Aug 22, 2018.

  1. LordoftheFrenchFryz

    LordoftheFrenchFryz Wild Member Member

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    From Rocks to Riches
    A Star Wars Story


    Unrest is beginning to build in the galaxy. An Empire with seemingly unlimited reach and power is flexing its steady grip over countless worlds. Its might is being demonstrated from their forces occupying worlds' markets, and individual members working their way into the criminal underworld.

    However, even the dimmest lights spring forth within the dark.

    Using his last
    remaining connections to the now-dissolved Imperial Senate, a corrupt former infantryman and now-retired officer is planning on making a secret deal with a scrapper, who's looking to get away with more than the money she was given…




    The elder Imperial officer sighed with relief, his lungs wheezing as to reflect his age. They were almost there. It was about the size of a small planetoid, floating around in formation with the rest of the lot, dragged in line with some of the remaining largest hunks of rubble from the First Death Star's destruction of Alderaan that had formed a long, belt-like formation in space. This particular hunk of former planet piece--now an asteroid--had been mined out quickly before being turned into a rather strange live-in work area; once a popular refueling station for smugglers, the hollowed-out asteroid had now been transformed into a functional stop-in depot large enough to hold an Imperial transport shuttle.

    The older gent hummed as he steered the ship along, hoping that the storage blocks in the ship behind where he was sitting were holding the Imperial credits he was lugging along rather safely. The poor sap was hoping to earn quite a pretty penny from this ship's dismantling…but he never knew he was, in actuality, walking right into a trap.

    Hearing some shifting, his hand snapped to the pistol in its rest on his left hip, his eyes moving to the right to the figure in the seat next to him.
    "You don't move 'til I say you move," he sneered at the poor woman.
     
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  2. Wendium

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    She'd been with the Imperial for a year. Captured by a star destroyer somewhere near Naboo, she'd been a wealthy woman once. A trader, sometimes an escort, whatever let her live a good life on whatever world she came across, always one step ahead of the force of nature that was the Imperial Navy.
    Alas, she'd been captured. Stripped of wealth, title, even her name-- at least officially. Ji'Nisa was what she still called herself. the man threatening her with a pistol just called her 'slave' or 'my dear' or 'girl'. She'd done his bidding since the day he 'spared' her from exile in a labor camp, all for the crime of not being human. She'd wished for death more than once. Her spirit had been broken.

    She didn't look at him, didn't respond with anything else but a shiver as she curled up in the co-pilot's seat. Her hands were bound across her chest to a collar of durasteel around her neck. That was how he liked to 'carry' her. She could still see out the viewport. This wasn't his usual haunt. Then again, this used to be one of the Old Republic's most glamorous, most welcoming of worlds, especially to her kind. Now, it was rubble. She's heard about the Death Star, and, along with her master, heard of its destruction at Yavin. Her heart soared that day, and it was a glimmer of hope she clung to like a mynock to a power coupling.
     
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  3. LordoftheFrenchFryz

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    It seemed, in this case, even poor Ji'Nisa didn't have much hope for the future. Her new "owner", Julius, had a grip over her like a Rancor over its next dinner and would do with her what he pleased--in this particular case, she was just a good luck charm he would take with her to his business dealings. Thank the Force he at least brought her dressed. Ugh.

    Eventually, the older man found exactly the right asteroid shrouded among the rubble of Alderaan and moved the ship in for a landing. At a distance, one could mistake it just for a normal asteroid or even a piece of Alderaan's rubble, but up close, pieces of structure could be seen jutting out here and there, and even thruster ports would be at several points to keep the whole setup steady. Artificial gravity within behind a set of port doors kept oxygen in. Emergency lights flared as the structure detected the Imperial's ship, and its sole occupant's hand, inside, raced into her pocket to quickly pull out her mask with its supply of emergency oxygen. The field on the one side of the door wasn't always reliable in keeping breathable air in or keeping spacelike conditions out, which would end up killing a person in seconds if they weren't prepared.

    The large door slid open as the YT-2000 slowly made its landing approach, strangely coming in backwards so that the exit later on (in Julius' mind) would be easier. From what Lua could see from the office, the light freighter was already an impressive ship to look at...perhaps it'd be even better to fly.
     
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    As the ship settled into its dock, Ji'Nisa's body tensed. She knew what was next wouldn't be pleasant. The lecherous Imp stood and grabbed her by her right head-tail. She stood, clenching her teeth and inhaling sharply, suppressing a yell with all her mental might as blinding pain became everything she felt as she was pulled along into an upright posture. "Let's go," he said."
    Her vision cleared once he let go and secured a leash to her collar.

    This was a familiar ritual to her. He'd drag her upright, leash her, then finally release her hands.
    He did, and her hands dropped to her sides, sore, as always. She didn't bother glaring at him anymore, it only meant more pain.
    Her eyes pointed themselves at his shoes as her head bowed, but they did not focus. Her mind was elsewhere, going over and over the conversations she'd overheard. The Imp thought her stupid. Thought anything not like him wasn't a true sentient and therefore incapable of comprehending his plans. To him, she was just another sex slave. Another toy.

    She'd been waiting for opportunity to knock. A chance to escape. To live again. But Imp base after base, seedy pirate platform after junkheap and now, yet another chopshop. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted out.

    Then a knock came on the hatch and she dared look at it.
     
  5. LordoftheFrenchFryz

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    To be fair, she wasn't wrong--the knock of opportunity manifested itself literally in a knock at one of the emergency exit hatches where Julius opened it up. Down below, standing on the floor, was a beautiful-looking Zeltron woman wearing a traditional scrapper's garb--a sleeveless top and cargo pants with a tool belt around her waist. Tools hung from rings around her utility belt here and there, but it didn't look like she was too dirty yet. Perhaps all she'd been doing was preparing for the Imperial's arrival, but she certainly didn't anticipate him bringing his...was it appropriate to call her his "second"?...his second along.

    "'Ello, Julius!" the young rose-skinned woman chirped. With a quick sweep of her hand she moved her bangs from her eyes so she could see up into the ship. "You certainly weren't wrong when you said that the Phoenix Brand here was a beauty! It's certainly going to be quite the task to take apart, but I'll get 'er done for you."

    "Well you better have it done quick, otherwise my colleagues will wonder exactly what it is I'm up to, and you'll bear the brunt of the courts," Julius sneered from inside the ship before turning aside to secure a few items.

    Lua, the Zeltron scrapper, rolled her eyes while the man was distracted. While the hatch remained open, she spotted the other woman inside and gave her a small wave to catch her attention. When she was sure she had it, she mouthed a few words to her...

    "I'm going to get you out of there. Play along, yeah?"
     
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    When she saw the red girl, J'Nisa's heart jumped and she smirked involuntarly. Zeltron's had about as much love for the Empire as the Twi'leks did, as a matter of course. When the girl mouthed her directions to her, she fluttered her eyelids in agreement before looking down at the deck.

    She knew the ship she was on was her Imp's prize, but why break a perfectly usable ship? She figured that he, or perhaps the Zeltie, had planned something to screw the other over. Might she escape?

    Either she'd end up with a blaster bolt through her chest or end up in one piece, a free woman at last. Only time, and perhaps the Force, could tell.
     
  7. LordoftheFrenchFryz

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    "...Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Julius asked Lua curiously. "I don't want any traces of what I've contracted you for to come back to me. Not one bit, or I'm dragging you down with me."

    "I should be asking you that," the Zeltron retorted. "You are, after all, having me take apart this ship to find stolen goods...how come you haven't checked, yourself? They could easily just be somewhere in one of the storage bays, and you're having me take the entire thing apart for that?"

    "Who says that I haven't?"

    "Because if you had, you wouldn't be talking to me today, now, wouldn't you?"

    The former Imperial officer sighed. "Nothing gets past you, doesn't it?" He hung his head as he leaned onto the table in front of him before looking up at Lua, the wheels in his head obviously turning. "...I want to resell the thing for spare parts. Better than what I can get trying to sell the thing whole--I can turn it over for a greater profit claiming they were lightly used. Best for me to come to you for that sort of thing, you know that, you miserable lowlife."

    "And you know my rules. Any turnover, I take a cut. 10 percent."


    "Try to pull the wool over my eyes, girl, and you get nothing."

    "Lest you forget, this is my home you're speaking to me on," Lua snapped, not taking any of the human's crap. "And if you continue that sort of talk, Imperial military or not, I will knock you on your ass and keep you there, and you'll enjoy every second of it...or I'll keep your precious ship, and you and your 'friend' get nothing. Two percent, then. And I want the girl."

    The Imperial sighed and looked off to the side, seemingly around the room to more physically dodge the subject of the other person he'd brought with him that particular evening. "She's not for sale."

    While he was looking aside, the Zeltron made her move. "Move a little closer," she mouthed to her. "Not gonna hurt you. Need your help for this."
     
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    Ji'Nisa edged herself closer to the arguing Zeltie, wanting little more than to get away from the Imp. "Former" Officer or not, an Imp was still an Imp.
    She stole a glance up at his face even as her feet slid silently, one next to the other, across the deck. She said nothing, for she knew that would get his attention and that was the last thing she needed.
    A big part of her wished she had something more to offer her would-be liberator other than her life, and her prowess, now long-dulled, as a woman of many talents. Now all she was was a glorified servant girl, and an object to keep the Imp warm at night. Even then she was chained. She'd come to find comfort in being bound at times, though she never could figure out why.

    Her heart beat faster as the distance between her and the Imp increased, one eye occasionally stealing a glance at the Zeltie for any signs she'd added a new 'instruction'.
     
  9. LordoftheFrenchFryz

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    As the Twi'lek slowly but surely scooted towards herself, Lua had a plan ready to get them both away from the Imperial safely...but would she be able to justify possibly doing him in, in order to cover the both of their tracks? Surely he wouldn't let them go so easily...no, she needed a surefire escape plan for them both.

    "Play along," she mouthed to the Twi'lek. "Trust me. I won't hurt you. But act like I will."

    When the other was ready and in position, Lua picked her up and ran her arm carefully under one of the other's, putting her in a half-Nelson while placing the hand on the back of her neck. She swiftly reached for her concealed EC-17 hold-out blaster that she kept hidden in her pants, bringing it up to the side of the Twi'lek's head. She had no intention of shooting her, but she needed to give the Imperial the impression that she would.

    The man caught on quick what was going on when he heard the scuffle for the weapon, snapping around to point his own firearm at Lua. However, with her prisoner in front of her, he was unable to get a clear shot.

    "Drop it!" the red-skinned young woman snapped. "Drop it, or she gets it!"

    "You, of all people, should know that I can't do that," Julius retorted, "you two-sided snake. You let go of my property, let us leave, and I'll forget all about you."

    "And I'm honestly supposed to believe that? I've got an offer for you--she and I leave right now, you don't die, and you live the rest of your days away from the Empire. Consider it a peaceful death, considering everything you've gone through and all your so-called 'leaders' have put you through." As she spoke, she whispered very softly into the Twi'lek's ear to back towards the craft, the two of them moving in unison towards the dropped landing ramp.

    "Leave me here, and someday they'll find me...and then they'll find you. And you leaving me here will be merely a vacation compared to the hell that'll await you should you leave on that ship."


    "Sorry, 'boss'...there's one thing my father always told me," the Zeltron said with a sly grin. "You never refuse a sure thing!" With lightspeed-quick reflexes, before the former officer could get a shot off, she whipped her sidearm forward and put a hole right where his eye once was.
     
  10. Wendium

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    Ji'Nisa played along with the Zeltie's plan. Before she could really process what was happening she was on the deck, her head pinned.
    The Imp argued, then she was old to slide herself backwards. She did as she was told as the argument continued.
    The a blaster shot, and the Imp fell hard to the deck.

    She found herself released and she drew herself to all fours, looking at the dead body of her 'master' for the last.. how long was it?

    She didn't look at her savior. She simply wept.
     
  11. LordoftheFrenchFryz

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    The Zeltron breathed softly as she leaned against a nearby ceiling support post for a moment, relaxing herself. She looked down at the Twi'lek weeping at the side of the corpse of the Imperial officer, causing herself to sigh in a little disappointment. "I didn't want to kill him," she mused. "He could've taken the easy way out and have gotten away Scot-free, probably with a verbal tongue-lashing from some of the Imp higher-ups. But he had to work that wicked tongue of his, try to worm his way out. Are you okay? Can I do anything for you right now?"
     
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    Ji'Nisa slowly looked up, making eyecontact with her liberator. "I owe you my life," she said quietly, "I never thought I'd be rid of him, or the Imperial scourge!" her fists clenched almost too tightly for an instant. After a moment she took a breath and got to her feet. "I am Ji'Nisa. You..." her eyes darted around the deck for a moment, then moved back to her liberator, "wouldn't know me. I was a merchant," she kicked the Imp's corpse. "This scum and his friends captured me over Naboo, took my ship, my credit accounts, they even tried to take my name. I offer you my services."

    She was still bound, but it didn't feel like it. She knew this Zeltron wouldn't do to her what the Imp did.
     
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    To Lua, the other's response was kind of surprising. Her services? Hopefully, she didn't mean just things of the physical nature. Despite how the Imperial seemed to treat her, the Twi'lek seemed to be physically fit...with time, she would probably be in fighting shape to do some real damage at Lua's side against the Empire. But that would take time. For now, though...

    "W-Well...your offer's very tempting," she had to admit audibly with a slightly embarrassed giggle, her thoughts admittedly turning dirty for a few short seconds. She shook the thoughts like cobwebs from her mind before looking back down at the other poor woman. If her skin wasn't a light rose, Ji'Nisa would be able to see her blushing right there. "I accept. First thing we've gotta do is get you out of those binds, then we've got to get rid of his body. Don't want other Imperials sniffing around here possibly getting caught. Or killed."
    Running into another chamber momentarily, she grabbed a handheld plasma cutter from her toolroom to bring back out and set on the lowest possible setting. Didn't want to hurt the poor thing's arms. Once the heat source was primed, she carefully moved it across the broad center of her bindings keeping her arms together, hoping to hit the right mechanism keeping the binds closed and...

    Clink! Ka-chunk! Success! Her arms were free. That was step one down.

    "After we've finished up removing any trace of this scum's body, we're gonna go planetside to lay low for a little over 24 hours, to be safe. Ought to get you some new clothes down there, too. That should give you a new lease on life now that you're with me."
     
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    Ji'Nisa breathed in sharply as her binders were released. She stretched luxuriantly for the first time in over a year and smiled wickedly, looking down at the Imp a moment later.
    She gave an exuberant screech and stomped on his crotch, all but grinding her heel into it as blood soaked his uniform.

    She took a moment to compose herself, wiping her heel on the leg of the Imp's trousers. "Much better," she mused, "I suggest we strap this chunk of bantha fodder to the engine exhaust of his ship and give the engines a little, ah, what do the knuckle draggers call it, a 'test burn'? That should get rid of him once and for all."

    She'd thought long and hard about all the ways she could kill him and dispose of the body, after all. Her gaze drifted back to the Zeltie, a wicked grin coming across her face.
     
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    Watching Ji'Nisa do what she did to the corpse made Lua admittedly whistle a little bit. Note to self: Never get on this girl's bad side. "I like the way you think," she admitted with a giggle. "Hopefully that'll remove any and all trace of him from here, though we'll have to do a bit of cleanup later. C'mon, let's haul him up and get moving. Who knows if he was being tracked or not!"

    After accomplishing the sordid deed and getting on the Phoenix Brand, Lua approached the forward-most pod, looking forward to seeing the controls. Opening the door, she looked into the small chamber and her eyes flashed with an excited glint, looking forward to starting the ship up. "Ji'Nisa, get yourself strapped in!" she called out. "We're gonna be heading out!"
     
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    Ji'Nisa followed up and went so far as to get in the cockpit and take the Zeltie's wrist and force her up. "I'm flying, at least until we get out of here," she sneered at the other seat. "I sat in that chair for who knows how long," her gaze turned fiery. The Imp's body was strapped to the still-cold engine exhaust, "and don't you for one second thing you'll fire up those engines. I have to be the one to send that Imp into oblivion," she was mad, her heart pounding in her ears. "Then you can fly us wherever you want.
     
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    The Twi'lek's gesture of needed vengeance was both scary and curiosity-sparking, causing the Zeltron to pause for thought. She felt that she had to give her this moment to get her reprieve for...who knows how long?...of torture the man probably put her through, but just for sassiness' sakes? "...even better. I open those docking doors, you make sure we're off the platform and you can even send us straight into lightspeed. That won't just burn him up; it'll practically disintegrate 'im," she suggested with an evilly sly grin.
     
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    Ji'Nisa's eyes almost popped out of her head, then went so wide with excitement as she rubbed her hands together. "Yessss," she hissed, "how appropriate," she sat herself in the p'ilot's seat and pressed herself into it. "Do that, hm?" she asked, turning her head, I want to get as far away from here as we need to, I gotta clear my head," she said, satisfied with herself for the moment.
     
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    Once given the go-ahead to...well, go ahead, Lua moved into her pilot's seat, placing the belts on it into the clip awaiting it. "Get yourself all ready while you wait for the doors. They can be kinda slow," she explained before flipping a few switches, then pulling a small, flash drive-sized remote from in a small, hidden pocket underneath the bust of her shirt. She pressed the largest button on this little remote, then slipped it back in. A few clicks and some shrieks of metal rubbing together later, the two large, airtight doors unlocked and began to open, pulling all of the oxygen outside of the freighter out and pressurizing the inner chamber to open space conditions. "...alright, that should be enough. G'ahead and punch it!"
     
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    Ji'Nisa could only hear her pounding heartbeat as she settled back into the pilot's seat which still smelled of the Imp. She made a mental note to fix that soon, but for now...

    She reached for the hyperspace engine control and gripped the smooth metal handle with the delicacy of someone caressing a long-lost lover. She said nothing as her eyes moved to the viewport and the stars beyond.

    She exhaled, inhaled again, then said, "good riddance to Imperial scum," and pulled the lever back slowly, humming an adventurous-sounding tune she'd heard... somewhere.

    The hyperspace engines whined as power fed to them. A whine became a shriek, became a rumble and then a low subsonic vibration as the drive reached full power. Starlines formed outside and with a muffled *boom* and a flash of light, normal space itself was left behind, replaced by the shimmering blue glow of hyperspace.

    The Imp was gone at last.

    She leaned back in her chair and wept again, the tears streaming down her face.
     

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