Gunther

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

Yea, can't wait to watch that. Everyone says it is the best of the past eight movies.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

We have two pilots. We can take shifts.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

Posted. Mo is bunking with Relloc Provnor.
I believe I was last?

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

"If you're going to fight,
fight like the third monkey on the ramp to Noah's Ark--
and brother, it's starting to rain."

Mokra Tem couldn't understand how he got into this mess. He'd never had any trouble before. Even when he piloted the Raven a Correllian YT-2550 Medium sized freighter, the crew never got into mix ups with the Hutt. For the most part, Captain Lars Gander steered clear of the Hutt whenever possible. Aside from that, Mokra Tem tried hard to keep his nose clean and stay out of trouble. He took risks on occasion, but they were calculated and generally ended up with him and his crew getting away scot-free. Obviously this time, the risk was too great. However he landed in prison, he was here now. The past eight days have been some of the worst of his life, but fortunately, he and a handful of others were given a reprieve. Sure , it had a few unnecessary snags, but at least he was no longer bound to a wall in a Hutt prison.

The rains that fell upon Nar Shaddaa were highly acidic due to the toxic waste carried into the upper atmosphere from the smoke belching factory stacks. Industrial waste had a way of making a planet uninhabitable The substance contained in the clouds fell to the surface whenever the clouds became overburdened with moisture. Thus was the weather today on the quadanium landing pad housing a wrecked Loronar E-9 Explorer-Class Armed Long-Range Scout Vessel. Mokra wondered how long it would take for this ship, named Bounty to begin forming holes in its hull. Maybe holes already existed?

His left hand ran wet fingers over the scar at the nape of his neck where someone implanted a small piece of Baradium bisulfate attached to a digital firing device. He knew it wouldn't take much of this stuff to kill a person in this manner. With the explosive charge at the back of the neck, the detonation would separate one's head from the remainder of their corpse. It was lethal stuff, but at least they didn't use Baradium-357. That was toxic and would eventually kill anyone exposed to it for a duration of time. Naughty Baby as miners called it was nasty stuff. This version was easier to handle and didn't guarantee death from mere exposure.

The discharge of the scattergun was unmistakable. The report captured the attention of everyone within earshot. 'Oh carp', Mokra thought to himself. He swallowed instinctively. 'What have I gotten myself into?' The door to the shack where the gunshot came catapulted forward under the pressure of an overly aggressive Zabrackan female's boot. The crimson woman entertained the attention of all present on the water logged landing platform. All eyes were upon her and her Quarren captive. Mokra could hear sobbing and pleads of don't kill me and other indiscernible utterances. Mokra had grown accustomed to listening to others beg for mercy in the Hutt prison. Over the course of the past week and a day his heart hardened to their sufferings, but he never saw them when he was shackled to the cold stone wall. Today, he saw the oppressed being dragged in front of him while sreaming.

The question to what the scattergun struck was answered when the group witnessed the Quarren's missing foot and trail of blood. The crimson woman hardly struggled in pulling the desperate creature in front of and past the group. He lay crumpled in a ball in front of the ship known as Bounty. The woman we would all know and love as Mus Rosh ordered him to his knees. She forced him to perform a fellated technique upon the muzzle of her scattergun. She made several verbal demands upon the now humbled being, struggling to respond with several inches of gunsteel shoved into his mouth.

Eventually, the frightened and exhausted Quarren gave up the codes Mus needed to open the ramp. With the value of his life expunged, he was no longer necessary. She pumped a slug into his chest allowing more blood to spread out rapidly under his dying corpse. Mus kicked his remains off the platform and turned to the group of former Hutt prisoners.

“We got five minutes to bring all the supplies onboard. You got another five to find yourself a hammock to call home. After that we’ll all meet in the kitchen so I can tell you what fish we hunting.”

Mus Rosh had Mokra Tem's attention. Obviously, that was the intent of this brutal demonstration. He knew he would do everything in his power to please her because she frightened the carp out of him.

Mokra was slow to move at first, but as he saw his shipmates begin picking up crates, he fell in with the rest. He grabbed a crate, hauled it up the ramp and placed it on the decking with the others. He took care to avoid stepping in the pool of Quarren blood left standing on the quadanium plate. He repeated the process until all boxes and packages were stored aboard the eleven-year old Scout Ship.

Once the cargo was secured, he grabbed is bag and entered one of the bunkrooms. He found a bearded human placing his possessions upon a hammock. Mokra nodded slightly to the man, dropped his own bag and followed the man to the galley.

As his new roommate took a seat with the others, Mokra chose to remain standing, leaning against a countertop behind the rest, ready to listen to the Zabrak woman give her instructions on what fish we hunting; what our first assignment would be. She had his full attention regardless of whether the deadly demonstration was necessary.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

I have read over all of the characters and have included character observations for relationships with Rymi and Xymone.
@Paraffin@Gowi Mo Tem can't say much about Rymi yet. They are just meeting at the first time. Anything he knows about her are rumors, reputations and speculations.

Waiting to see @Heat's character.

I've read over the first IC post. Well done, @Hexaflexagon. The content is great. I will begin working on an introductory post for Mo Tem ASAP. It may not get posted until tomorrow. I am also in the Eastern US Time Zone.

For those characters who know Mokra Tem, you can refer to him as Mo. It is his nick name. Something just dawned on me as I was writing this. His name Mo Tem could also be morphed into modem.

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And there you all go. I'm exhausted, its late and I haven't proofread the damn thing but its serviceable. So everyone have a ball.

@Hexaflexagon

When I saw the link to muzik, I expected this after reading the chater's title...

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Posted Xymone and already have the relationships pinned up beside her. Do give them a look over everyone and let me no if you're of the opinion you'd like yours tweaked.

@Paraffin

I like what you wrote about Mokra Tem. I don't believe he would get into a conversation about Jedi v. Sith. It is a subject he has no knowledge of. He is unaware of any incidental Jedi powers he may possess. I like the sparring bit and the sword. Personally, I train in Martial arts and spar about once a week. The mutual respect issue seems appropriate, in fact, as I was reading your character, I was thinking Mo might find Xymone somewhat attractive.

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@Gunther Thankee. I quite like how everyones a criminal in some way or other (Though some of them are trying to go straight) but then Grida is just downright scum.

@Sep

Mokra Tem is kind of in denial. Everyone else is a criminal to him. He is a risk taker and will bend the law as it serves his purposes, but when other people do it, they are criminals; not him.

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Pure gold. Awesomesauce! This is very illuminating about Grida's personality. All he cares about, is how he can use someone to get what he wants. Definitely a Slytherin.

_{Δ Relations}

Mus Rosh - His person of interest. She's the one sent in by the Hutts, that means she must have the control to the explosives. He'll be watching her carefully, all he needs to do is find the trigger and steal it. By the time the Hutts find out he'll have had someone remove it. Then he can pay of his debt his way without risking his life.

Mokra Tem - Nothing of excessive value that's worth interest, though he does have a knack for getting into computer systems which may come in handy down the road.

Relloc Provnor - Someone who can potentially fix his carbonite gun.

Rytthik Darhask - From what little Grida knows, Rytthik could be a good fence to keep in mind for another day.

Sep

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

If anyone would like to create a mutual history between my character and their's let me know. Send a PM. We can evolve this relationship status some more if they have known one another for more than one week.