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Phost
Aug 19, 2011 11:14:23 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Aug 19, 2011 11:14:23 GMT -5
Fhost was a backwater planet located in the Wild Space of the galaxy at the edge of the Unknown Regions. Mostly covered by deserts, mountains and a single ocean, Fhost had its own beauty. The largest population center, Farpoint, was built on the remains of a spaceship that crashed there long before the Yuuzhan Vong War. Fhost was so far out from the main hyperlanes that all HoloNet shows that were available were at least four months old.
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Phost
Aug 19, 2011 11:57:58 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Aug 19, 2011 11:57:58 GMT -5
Kalvin Horn, second in command of a small gang of thugs that deals in unscrupulous activities on the backwater planet of Phost, gases with hidden contempt of the fat old man that he had come over the years to know as "boss". He had been working for the man for four years starting at the age of sixteen and had risen threw the ranks with skill and a great deal of luck.
He silently shakes his head as the man tosses back a corellian whiskey. His boss had become much more sloppy lately with resources and credits. Time was soon on hand when Kalvin would make his move. He had been gaining loyalty from many members of his band. Though the gang was well known it had no name. Which will soon change he mused. Out of the fifty odd members he counted twenty as loyal to himself solely with another twenty he knew would just go with the flow. A dozen men still swore allegiance to this man who had once been great.
"Boss, I need to speak to you about the the brewery operation I had mentioned earlier" Kalvin said.
"Boy what have I said? There is no reason to start doing legitimate activities. We take what we want. We want for nothing. Have I misplaced trust in your abilities to run the day to day activities my boy? I had such faith in you."
The stood in a stronghold... if a extremely large durasteel crate from a scavenged Trade federation shuttle could be called a stronghold. It was filled with crates of stolen goods. Food, drink, weapons, and other mechanical goods. Several droids walked the place. Rust specks covered their ancient hulls cleaning as they went. As far as the boss cared they lived the best of all beings on Phost.
Kalvin disagreed. The king of a planet of rats was still a rat. It was time to dominate Fhost completely. But it would only be a stepping stone to his full ambitions.
He had always been lucky. And as luck had it the personal body guard had forgotten to check his sleeve. Which cleverly held a mechanism to jettison a small blaster pistol into his hand.
"Jvir. Thank you for all you have taught me."
The man stared at him. What was he talking about? Why had the man used his first name? The whiskey clouded his mind.
"But the time has come for me to take over this band. You are sloppy drunk with no ambitions. And ill have to end you."
With sudden clarity "Boss" knew. He reached for his blaster on his hip. Even in his old age and being much past the point of tipsy he drew it surprisingly fast.
But Kalvin was faster. The blaster popped into his hand and the red bolt of energy sizzled the air taking Jvir in the head. He turned. The bodyguard busted into the room and also was taken with a clean shot in the chest. He dropped to the floor. Chaos ensued as people ran to the door to see what happened. And then they knew. Kalvin had taken over the organization.
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Phost
Aug 20, 2011 16:21:24 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Aug 20, 2011 16:21:24 GMT -5
After he had dominated his gang everything seemed to move very fast. The hoard of items were sold off to the general public. This produced enough cash to start a brewery. It was being built the same very day as the death of forgotten gangster. Kalvin had hired one hundred people from the Phost community in a desperate time of unemployment. Their loyalty was to him. He could see it in there smiling faces as he had personally hired them. They would be able to feed they're families and that produced a loyalty in which threats and weapons just couldn't.
In the underworld of his organization he started having lawmen paid off or killed. This though did not have his name accredited to it. The men and women that did have to die were made to appear from suicides and accidents. Crime rate started to rise. In no small part due solely to Kalvin and his gang. And when Kalvin Horn approached the Leader of Phost with a suggestion that he and some trustworthy men help out it was gladly accepted.
His men reduced crime to a level unprecedented in all the time Phost had existed. Kalvin had ordered his men to cease all unlawful activities. And the men that didn't respond were terminated. Usually with a blaster bolt or the occasional vibroblade in the back.
Kalvin now began the next phase of his plan. His gang used to be a extremely large part of the crime rate. Now that he had put a stop to that it had went down by nearly fifty percent. But there was many gangs that existed. His old boss had old feuds with some but they had to be fought in back alleys. He now moved to bring these wars into the open. He planned a strategy meeting with the Leader of Phost, the man named Lord Gemen Asault, which they would begin to terminate these gangs.
His plan was exquisite. And soon it would begin.
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Phost
Aug 21, 2011 18:57:22 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Aug 21, 2011 18:57:22 GMT -5
Kalvin left his decrepit bunker with a small squad of well geared and loyal members of his gang. They headed toward one of the most find houses on Phost and soon enough made their way threw the front door. They handed weapons over to he security officers in the front room and he was admitted alone to see the lord of Phost.
Sitting at large oval table sat Lord Gemen. With a wide smile the man motioned him to sit.
"How do you Kalvin? Its a pleasant surprise to see you again so soon" the well dressed man said.
Kalvin noticed the smile on his face but the cold, calculating eyes betrayed this as a persona. This man had won his power not with a smile but with a blaster. It was the history of this world.
"I'm very well sir. Are you happy with the recent results of my security guards?" Kalvin said.
"Of course, crime has never been less. But we both know this. Why have you come?"
"Well sir to be blunt that was only phase one of a three phase plan. I'm here to ask you to start phase two." he replied.
"And this three part plan involves what exactly?" the lord said.
"The utter destruction of all criminal based activities on Phost. We started with individual criminals. Now its time to move onto gangs. And then further when the time comes".
"Well this does sound interesting. Why ask for permission though? You already have been duly appointed a Phost Justice. You could go along with the plan alone."
"To be honest I don't alone have the man power or the weaponry to make a clean sweep of these gangs. With your say I'd like to bring in your men. You have the the edge of weapons on this planet and with the extra influx of personal we will not have a problem ending this swifty and minimal losses."
Thinking hard the lord made his decision.
"Alright I agree. You'll have your men. One condition."
"Ask of it Lord." Kalvin said.
"You will say this plan was of my doing. If you do, then I accept. We wouldn't want you to do this with any ulterior motives now would we?"
"I agree. This is for the good of Phost sir." Kalvin said with utter conviction.
This plan was for the good of Phost. And it just happened to be for the good of Kalvin Horn as well. Let this man think he would gain loyalty of the people from this operation. In the end it wouldn't matter. This world was now two short steps from his. Starting tonight.
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Phost
Aug 24, 2011 15:09:10 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Aug 24, 2011 15:09:10 GMT -5
Kalvin stepped out into the quickly cooling night with every member of his organization. Each and every with the best equipment he was able to acquire on Phost. Mismatched armor and weapons painted black to blend in the night. He could smell the excitement in the young men and women under his command.
He turned to the right. Half the people turned with him, the other half turned to the right. There was no goodbyes said. They had gone over the plan thruely. He had faith in his men. Thirty soldiers left with him he made it to the end of the street. Two doors opened and another thirty men joined him. Dressed in black as well these were the forces promised. One silently waved. Kalvin nodded back. They started off again. Again and again the group split up. Some of his men and some of Phost Lord.
He and the four soldiers left to him made ended up on the outskirts of town. A bar named Dirty to Haggle which he knew was only a cover for a backroom full of thieves. They were known as the hagglers. And they indeed of haggling down to a science. With a swift slice to a throat they were able to get the cheapest deals in town.
He pulled his blaster rifle to attention and pointed toward one of his men. He lobbed a gas grenade threw a shattered window. Immediatly beings ran out of the bar coughing and cussing. Now beings on Phost were not the most intellectualy cunning beings to exist but they did have street smarts. It was time for them to leave.
Kalvin knew that the hagglers would massed to take the men if they went threw the front door. Thankfully for his men he actually was one of the more intellectually capable people on this planet. he dropped one hand from his rifle and went to a pocket on jacket. Out he pulled a small short cyclinder. He signalled them to stay put while he moved swiftly to the back right corner. He stuck the cyclinder to it. Then he moved to the left back corner and stuck another to it. Kalvin Horn moved back to his enterouge. He looked at his watch. The four men stared at him. 24 seconds exactly later the back of the building exploded. Sparks and splinters of wood and steel shoot into the sky.
And with a burst of movement he was threw the door. His rifle slashed out. Bursts of red bolts flung themselves eerily toward men he couldnt possibly have known where they hide. Behind crates and the bar. Hidden in the ceiling. He always imagined himself lucky and quick. But this was different.
He didnt allow it to affect him though he just continued to blast the bar apart. His men charged in a second later. They ducked behind tables and covered their commander.
A to close blast seared Kalvins face and he was happy to see one of the police officers shot back and killed the guility party.
Within a minute the exchange of blasts had fallen silent. They looked to each other and smiled. Nine dead in the bar. Kalvin checked the backroom. Another 14 dead. That accounted for the entire haggler gang.
He walked back into the smoked filled bar.
"Good job guys. This was a total success."
Well to the officers it was. Not a total success for him.
The shook hands and Kalvin handed is rifle over to one of the Lord's men. He took it. His hand shook from the adrenline that was fading from him.
They all started to leave when Kalvin drew a pistol in each hand and blew the back of their skulls off.
Now it was a total success. It was unfortunate but it was the only way to get rid of the Lord's men without it coming down on him. If they were lost in combat against gangs there could be recourse on himself. He didnt smile. It wasnt a happy moment. But it was needed indeed.
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Phost
Jul 19, 2012 10:32:54 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Jul 19, 2012 10:32:54 GMT -5
Kalvin played it safe for a little while. Phost's lord was suspicious of how high his mens loses were. But Kalvin's men had staged alot of fake deaths and now were hiding until it was time to move.
The lord tried to hire more Phosts to join his crew and while gaining a few found most people unwilling to join him. The lord seemed to forget how small Farpoint was. He had taken the credit for killing off the gangs. Most people some how or another had a family member or friend lost from this.
And Kalvin sat back grabbing up men as fast as he could. His brewery had taken off well supplying beer that was strong and went down smooth. Which had taken Phost by storm and even recently started to be exported to a few neighbouring planets. Sales were up and every credit Kalvin had managed to make went straight to payroll and buying up weapons, armor, and vehicles discreatly as possible.
In his bunker he waited for nightfall. Night would be his ally once again. This particular night was the celebration feast for the current Lord's victory over the past lord. Kalvin had his men deliver many cases of free beer to the lord for the feast. He had feigned sick in letter.
Soon night began to fall and his men began to assemble. If the lord thought his guards were up to the task of defending Kalvin thought he was sorely mistaken. His force was larger. Nearly just as well equiped and were much more loyal. And the Lord and his captains would be drunk as well as a good number of soldiers. All they had to do was kill the sober, take out the leadership and recruit or kill the rest.
Watching his men assemble he smiled. Tonight was well planned and the knew after tonight he would be the Lord of Phost. And soon much much more.
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Phost
Jul 19, 2012 12:09:48 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Jul 19, 2012 12:09:48 GMT -5
A hundred men rolled out the stronghold door. Some on foot many in vehicles. There was speeder bikes and swoops. But then there was box trucks. Heavily modified of course. Kalvin had eight of them. Each one had different weapons but the concept was the same. Big guns in the front and four repeating blaster turrets on top. Two had low powered turbo lasers, two had double shot concussion missiles, three had twin laser cannons. The last had been retrofitted with a x wings quad laser cannons and even had shields. Soldiers were equipped with blaster rifles for the most part. There was about five ewebs and one shoulder mounted thermal detonator launcher. They pulled up to the lords mansion. It was protected by a synthcrete barrier ten meters tall. It was thick and cost a fortune. Alarms set off as they closed the distance. Random bolts of light reached out for them and return fire from his forces began. He called for a double concussion missile volley on the front gates and map in called for his forces to advance. Defenders fell and died. Surprised and overpowered. They didn't have any vehicles on the field either yet. And the last two concussion missiles fell on the vehicle bay. It crumbled into itself preventing any hope of escape or defense. And then the big lasers and the little ones began to focus fire on the mansions support structure. It caught fire and then after minutes of concentrates and cordinated fire and collapsed with a earth shaking boom. Besides the mansion the barracks door finally opens and fifty men charge out. And quickly surrender to a complete and utter loss. Most were still drunk. Most didn't even care long as they didn't die and got payed at the end of the week. And Kalvin did not smile. He had known there would be no stooping him here, but what of creatures in space? May they prevent his dream from coming to fruitation?
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Phost
Jul 19, 2012 16:14:55 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Jul 19, 2012 16:14:55 GMT -5
Little was left after the fight to do. Few individuals made it out the doors and were quickly rounded up. Servants mostly including a chef and the former lord's personal artist. All quickly swearing allegiance to Kalvin Horn, Lord of Phost.
Kalvin mused that it really showed the sign of the times on Phost. Not to many jobs available. But he was set to change all of that and make Phost a major player in Wild Space at least soon enough.
To do that he would industrialize Phost and take the masses of people unemployed and give them a purpose.
Now he started capitalizing on his new powers. He sent out letters to each person in Farpoint. It was mandatory to read and respond. Those who responded would be sent a ID Card. In one week anyone in Farpoint without a ID Card would be arrested. And anyone arrested for this crime would server one year slave labor mining.
Next he began to call every contractor in town. Very few existed but they were very qualified and needed the work desperately. They would begin building a Light Factory right away. In this factory the dreams of the Phost Empire would begin.
Forgotten nearly at the edge of space. Four months holonet speed away from the core it would burst forth silently. Infecting the worlds of a plague in which the disenfranchised would join with a man who ruled a world of former disenfranchised. A man of the people.
In this light factory the Phost could finally begin building the weapons and armor needed instead of relying on trashy old weapons brought in by smugglers. Soon blasters and vehicles would help him maintain reign over his barren wasteland of a planet. And eventually squadrons of fighters would allow him to control its skys. And someday a shipyard would adore that sky. In that shipyard many vessels would be built. He would start with small powerful ships that would allow him to take over the immediate area and begin turning any willing to join his cause.
Big dreams for such a small planet Kalvin thought.
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Phost
Jul 19, 2012 20:25:56 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Jul 19, 2012 20:25:56 GMT -5
Kalvin walked briskly threw a line of young and old. Men and women. New recruits.
"My name is Kalvin Horn. I am the current Lord of our little peice of heaven. I am you new employer. You will soon find that loyality to me means loyality to oneself and family. I will lead Phost into the future. Threw serving me you will better all generations after us. I throw off the tyrany that has held you down for so long. I alone hold the key. Knell before your lord and swear feality to me!"
Simintaenously hundreds of individuals fell to they're knees. Cheers went out. To be honest this was probally the best speech ever spoken on Phost. But to completly honest not many speeches had ever been given.
Kalvin smiled at his new recruits. "Rise my people. Rise into the future".
He walked among them. Personally introducing himself to a few and then finally sending the rest off to the mess hall. His veterens would knock the green off them. Plus he had more pressing details to work out. He had recently appointed many individuals into paid public service. Kalvin also had started a small sales tax which would pay these individuals. It wouldnt pay many people yet, but soon the disenfranchized would flock to Phost. Where everybody had a place. And then credits would flow.
These individuals would begin planning a new Farpoint. Kalvin had made the most important desisions already. Simple and functional. With all the things a thriving city will eventually need. Kalvin made deals with store and home owners. Many worked or had family that worked for him already. They allowed there homes and shops to be torn down and rebuilt. Shrubs and trees were added. Signs and lights. All the things a city would need. Schools and jobs opened up. Self sustaining as it would be the Phostians trickled in from the desert mostly on foot hearing of this new wonderful place. They stood in awe as they're world went from living to survive and living to better Phost. Everyone had a place in this new place. Work or be banished. And they worked happily in transforming Farpoint to a place of pride for the entire world.
And so it went. Kalvin began to truely turn this world around. There was even a new found glow in his citizens. He was respected by all and seemed to have no enemies. He headed back to his bunker to read the reports on what it would take to get to areas around them available for farming.
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Phost
Jul 20, 2012 9:42:47 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Jul 20, 2012 9:42:47 GMT -5
Training was going well for his soldiers and Kalvin received word that the factory was moving along nicely. Employees were beginning to be trained so it would be able to be opened as soon as it was operational. His brewery was expanding another three wings as to keep up the more then ever demand.
Kalvin left his bunker. While it had fresh paint and a few exterior pleasantries added it was still a crate. It would be a waste of credits to make another bunker at this point. Who would attack Phost as of now?
He went around to the training yard near the barracks. He figured a little exercise would do him some good. He picked up a training sword and walked up to the instructor preforming drills.
"A live demonstration Instructor?" Kalvin said.
"It would be a honor Lord Horn." he replied.
They saluted.
Kalvin circled his opponent. Locking eyes like two bloodthirsty rancors they leaped at each other. Kalvin was the quicker to attack. A slash from right shoulder to left side and followed by a backslash. The instructor professionally jumped back and stopped the backslash and slide the sword down Kalvins. Kalvin kicked out. A quick jab that knocked the mans sword just out. And then the Phost Lord's blade took the instructors side.
They bowed. Kalvin smiled. "I'll be back tomorrow instructor. Hand pick ten of your best men. We will be going a trip"
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Phost
Jul 20, 2012 19:56:34 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Jul 20, 2012 19:56:34 GMT -5
Early the next day Kalvin arrived at the barracks to find ten soldiers. They jumped into a decently geared small transport that was recently salvaged and fixed. And they headed out. To only Kalvin knew where.
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Phost
Jul 26, 2012 23:20:25 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Jul 26, 2012 23:20:25 GMT -5
The light factory completed it had already started to produce assualt vehicles designed after Kalvin's own command vehicle. In space the light shipyard had already begun to be constructed. The next step in the Phost Empire's struggle for power.
(specs forthcoming for assualt vehicles)
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Phost
Sept 5, 2012 13:48:55 GMT -5
Post by Kalvin Horn on Sept 5, 2012 13:48:55 GMT -5
Phost was now the proud owner of a light factory and shipyard. In this part of space it was an achievement. Even more so for a dead world. Weapons and vehicles had been produced for the Phost Empires small army. The shipyard had just finished training its crew. And Kalvin had spent the last few weeks working with the brighest engineers he could get his hands on. They stole off of the best designs they could and added they're own ideas. In the end several different vessels had been developed. A fighter, a bomber, a shuttle ship, a corvette, a cruiser, and last a wedge shaped destroyer based off imperial designs. (specs forthcoming)
18 squadrons of fighters, 6 squadrons of bombers, six corvettes, two cruisers, and a destroyer began production for the first fleet of the Phost Empire.
Training began for crews immediately for these ships.
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