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Post by NiomiSykes on May 11, 2011 21:16:25 GMT -5
Raxus Prime is a rocky, polluted and dusty planet which has severely contaminated terrain caused by the debris of many crashed starships from distant planets across the galaxy. It is where Count Dooku found the ancient Force Harvester. Three missions in the videogame Star Wars: The Clone Wars take place on Raxus Prime. It is also an important base of the Confederacy of Independent Systems formed by the Sith Lord Count Dooku about two years before the Clone Wars. As a child, Boba Fett had an adventure here, shortly before the Clone Wars battle. During the Dark Times, Raxus Prime was the refuge for crazed Jedi Kazdan Paratus, who in his deranged state recreated the Jedi Temple out of used starship hulks. Paratus was killed by Darth Vader's secret apprentice Galen Marek prior to the rise of the Rebellion. During the rise of the Rebel Alliance the Empire constructed an orbital shipyard above Raxus Prime, where they manufactured Imperial I Class Star Destroyers. This allowed the Empire to take control of the planet since nobody took control of it at that time. Raw material was transported from the surface using a giant rail cannon. The facility was destroyed when Darth Vader's apprentice overloaded the rail cannon and aimed it at the Shipyard dead center, causing it to explode. The rail cannon itself was destroyed when a finished Star Destroyer was made to collied into the structure. This heavily toxic planet is also known, in The Force Unleashed, where droids go to be destroyed. (source: wookieepedia)
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 13, 2011 1:51:59 GMT -5
Mal deftly caught the protein bar Sola had tossed him. They'd never been his favourite food, but food was food after all.
Mal noticed the destination they were taking as Sola input it in the navi comp, and wondered what in the galaxy could be on Raxus Prime.
Taking on a non-commital tone, Mal decided to try probe into what she was picking up on Raxus.
"Raxus, huh? Fancy that.."
Hiseyes wondered over the endless beauty of hyperspace, the way the stars and planets whirled by in a never ending miasma of light, and his mind ventured once more to the dark place deep inside himself where he kept all his secrets locked up and hidden away. Hidden away...
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 13, 2011 10:42:46 GMT -5
"I need to take out some garbage." The young woman smirked.
The hyperspace jump seemed short lived. Sola pulled on the lever, resuming real space time, as the stars twinkled back into their places surrounding the depths of space around what looked like a rotten core of a juma. Raxus Prime wasn't pretty to look at. It could very well be one of the most disgusting planets in the galaxy with it's "natural" climate of harsh rain, endless dunes and layers of scrap metal and other garbage strewn about carelessly.
She pulled the yolk to direct the Wasp where she wanted to go. There was an old landing platform, if you could call it that that she remembered when she had been here last. It was basically a platform that had been leveled, and escraped and squished into a flat, horizontal area large enough for a frieghter or any small starfighter.
She cycled through various readouts for bounties posted throughout the galaxy, and found two of which may be found in the garbage of this planet. Hopefully they hadn't the means to leave the system by hijacking someone's ship when they weren't leaving.
The Skipray Blastboat streaked through the dull mustard yellow-like skies as she checked the topography read out, searching for it. After several minutes, she found it and directed the ship to put down there. After docking with the slightly uneven ground, she switched most of the ships systems off.
"Alright, you may want to stay close. Last I heard, there was a rogue running around, attempting to get offworld using any means necessary."
She opened the hatch and pressed a few buttons, standing to stretch as she pulled on her helmet and threw her blasters into their holsters.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 13, 2011 15:02:45 GMT -5
"What? What do you mean a rogue?"
Mal disliked danger intensely. Perhaps it was his own sense of self preservation, but he really preferred to avoid trouble where he could. Of course it was always different with his victims, they usually posed no threat to him as they saw him coming too late.
Mal got out behind Sola and glanced nervously around where they had landed. The place was no Mon Calamari, that was for sure. Everywhere he looked all he saw was something that had been discarded by something somewhere in the verse.
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 17, 2011 0:23:11 GMT -5
Sola couldn't help but smirk underneath her helmet HUD display. Of course he couldn't see her expressions once her helmet was on, but that was probably for the better. He obviously didn't fit into the impulsive category that many beings seemed to prescribe to. She locked the ship behind them with a remote on her wrist.
"Stick close." She murmered, her voice amplified to sound deeper, and more intimidating beneath the helmet.
She nodded to the right, where a small "path" had been created by some sort of machine, creating high banks on either of them. All around them, the pattering of the rain tapped on every surface, and left sludgy looking pools in potholes where they existed.
There was a high pitched twittering amongst some junk piles several hundred meters away, and pulled out her D18 pistol and aimed it in the same direction. She cocked it, and the gun continued to aim where the noise was being emitted from.
Soon after, a mouse droid squeeled, wheeled towards them, and then did a 180 turn back the way it had come, disappearing in a scrap pile mound.
She frowned. How was she supposed to find this guy? There wasn't even anyone to talk to about his whereabouts here.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 17, 2011 1:34:24 GMT -5
Clearly that had been one of the questions he would not get answered. Not wanting to be left behind, Mal stayed close behind Sola, matching her step for step.
When Sola stopped to aim at the noise, Mal had been slightly distracted and walked right into her back.
"Sorry..."
He mumbled as he continued to gaze at the pools the rain had created. The viscous liquid pooling together had drawn his attention and held it firmly. The way it gathered and collected, combined with the red hue from the setting sun Raxus, made the liquid appear mesmerising. He never knew how beautiful blood could be.
Blood? He startled himself out of his reverie and continued behind Sola. Now was not the time to think of such things, now was the time to concentrate on staying alive...
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 17, 2011 20:17:49 GMT -5
Sola continued walking, careful not to disturb anything in the junk piles, as she was cautious as to what it would yield if she did. They walked in silence for several minutes, before a thunk, thunk, thunk, and the sound of crunching metal and bits of debris being torn apart came from their left.
She drew her blaster once more. It was a droid collecting bits and pieces of scrap metal and downed ships to build something. She cursed herself. This place was a dump. This bounty wasn't really worth it. "Let's head back to the ship."
She turned back the way they had came, walking more quickly. The hairs on the back of her neck raised sharply. She had a bad feeling... and it wasn't just the toxic rain or deadly looking droids that were destroying droids. She looked off at her ship in the distance. Someone was tampering with her ship!
Without any comment to Mal, she took off towards the ship at a sprint.
As she got closer, she set her blaster for an electro stun, and aimed at the creature from a good distance away. Of all species, it was a Gungan! She took a shot and hit him in the back.
"Back away frog." She ordered, putting her boot on his head, ready to crush if she had to.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 18, 2011 2:24:30 GMT -5
Mal watched with awe the droid that was collecting other pieces of droids and junk. It took him a while to notice Sola had turned around and gone back to the ship, and he had jogged to catch up to her.
She seemed to really enjoy pointing her blaster at anything that moved, so Mal was not very surprised when he took a turn in the path to see her once more aiming it at something. Probably another droid, Mal thought.
Sola fired off a shot and Mal had to admit that this was a first. As he drew closer he saw that she had shot someone or something, and now stood with her foot on its head.
What an interesting woman I've got myself caught up with, Mal thought as he quietly watched what she was doing. Perhaps an ordinary citizen would be shocked at a being shot in the back, but Mal had done far worse things to others...
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 18, 2011 12:49:25 GMT -5
"Mesa... cannot breatheee!" The gungan groaned, his face smooshed into the metallic ground. He was able to inhale the foul smell and taste the rusted ground he was faced to face with. His eye stalks attempted to swivel to get a view of his attacker.
"I don't care." Sola intoned in a harsh growl. "What were you doing at my ship?" She put more pressure on his skull, crushing him further into the ground.
"Waaaait! Mesa mean no harm!" One of his eye stalks caught sight of Mal close by. "Yousa help?" He asked weakly.
"Shut up!" Sola aimed her blaster at his left eyestalk. "Tell me why you were here or you lose an eye to match your missing ear flap."
The gungan attempted to breathe properly. "Mesa... try to find supplies. Messa run low. No seen many peoples in longo time."
"So you thought you'd try and hijack my ship?"
"No, no sir... Mesa-"
"-Don't lie to me." Vanessa cut in. "Why else would you be here?"
"Mesa so lonely.. Mesa thought if peopls be here, they maybe give him lift to the stars. Mesa low on water too.. Mesa miss Naboo." He glanced over to Mal warily, hoping the man would help him out here from the harsh bounty hunter.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 18, 2011 14:13:58 GMT -5
Perhaps a normal human raised in a happy home with a childhood of joy and laughter would have jumped in, and saved the Gungan. Someone who had not spent his childhood tormented by...
No, do not think of that now. He caught the eye of the Gungan, and felt a shiver run up his spine. A shiver of pleasure.
Crouching down, he stared emptily into the things eyes, and spoke to Sola.
"You know, if you want him to talk, that's not how to do it..."
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 18, 2011 15:53:14 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Well we need him alive. He may know the rogue named Jay." That's all it had said on the bounty posted on the man. It didn't even mention species. Just a few things that he had had an outpost on Raxus prime and that he was wanted with a bounty of 500,000 credits.
The bounty hunter lifted her foot from crushing the gungan's skull, allowing him to sigh in relief. He sat up slowly, and get into a sitting position where he pulled his knees up to his chin. He moaned pathetically and swiveled his eyestalks from the blaster aimed at him and Mal, who was beginning to appear cold.
"If you have a better means, then by all means." Sola glanced over and nodded at Mal.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 20, 2011 0:59:25 GMT -5
Mal smiled. It was an odd smile, the kind that most would associate with a deranged madman. His eyes seemed to glint with malice as he approached the Gungan.
From within his mechanic's kit, he drew a long thin blade, a surgeon's scalpel and looked at the Gungan. He quickly pushed the Gungan onto its back and mounted it by sitting on its chest.
Mal had once heard that in an interrogation process it was normal to ask questions first, to give the victim a chance to respond before any harm was done to him. Mal thought that was simply a waste of time. He'd always found his own personal playmates a lot more co-operative once he'd shown them he was serious, that he would not take no for an answer.
Making sure he had the Gungan firmly pinned to the ground, Mal grabbed the one eye stalk of the Gungan and plunged the scalpel straight into the middle of the pupil. As he did this, he yelled,
"Tell us where Jay is!"
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 20, 2011 9:38:24 GMT -5
"Nooooooooooo!" The Gungan tried to squirm his body away from Mal but it was impossible, as he had him pinned under his body weight.
"Mesa sorry!"
Sola cocked her helmeted head to the side as she watched Mal work. A part of her squirmed inside with his even harsher methods. However... a part of her was delighted that there was a man here who wasn't afraid to get dirty and let blood flow over his hands, as if it was just another day. She wasn't sure where exactly this dark thought came from, but she put it out of mind for now.
"Guess you should have tried my way," she told the gungan.
"Jaaay..." The gungan was breathing heavily, as he began going into shock. "Hesa big WOokiee. Hesa travel the galaxy. Hesa old scientist and mechanic."
"Where is he?" Sol barked.
"Mesa no no! He told me hesa go to desert planet. He'sa leave me here but that wasa months ago." The gungan moaned and his other eyestalk moved closer to his head, as he hoped Mal wouldn't do the same to the other one.
"Tatooine?" Vanessa intoned.
"Ya. Mesa hate that planet..." He moaned again, hoping to have mercy.
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Post by Jaster Chryss on May 24, 2011 4:49:57 GMT -5
Mal smiled as the Gungan squirmed in pain. This was what it was usually like. He felt the familiar warm feeling of content at the harm he was causing another living being.
As the Gungan quickly chose to reveal the information, Mal felt slightly disappointed. I guess my fun's over, he thought. Withdrawing the scalple from the Gungan'e eye, Mal stood up.
He casually wiped the blade on the ground and then put it back in his tool belt. Speaking as if this was a part of everyday-to-day activities, Mal looked at Vanessa, as if there was nothing strange or insane about jamming a knife into someone's eye,
"So, Tatooine then?"
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Post by LadyEvicto on May 28, 2011 14:29:09 GMT -5
Vanessa Sola surveyed Mal through the mirrored visor on her helmet. Who was this man? He obviously felt a great deal of power while he dominated another being so savagely. Although she felt the same on occasion, it made her wonder... And what interesting tools he carried on his person. A scalpel? It looked almost surgical like one would use for some sort of drastic surgery. And yet, this man did not appear like any sort of doctor. She saw the look of pleasure come over the man as he dominated the creature with a sort of sadistic manner. Interesting... she would lock that amount of information away for later.
She couldn't help but feel a small twinge of sympathy for the Gungan, who clearly didn't deserve what had been done to him, but that was how things went in the galaxy. Survival of the fittest.
She nodded and pulled off her helmet, breathing in the foul smelling air that reeked of death and garbage. She unlocked the ship and tossed her helmet beside the pilot's seat.
"Don't leeeave mesa here... Pweease." He howled in pain as he clutched his eye stalk.
"You had your chance with me," Vanessa murmered coldly, climbing into the cockpit.
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