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Melech - The Trudger, Flying over Beck's Skiff, Jundland Wastes




"'It's good money,' he says; 'It's an easy job,' he says. 'It'll help people,' he says; Fuckin' Hutts, always pulling shit like this." Melech muttered under his breath, his ship currently filled with about ten mercenaries packing various flavors of slug-thrower. As a general rule, Melech did not take jobs that merited that kind of firepower. However, when Doga's man approached him about the job, there had been no mention of armed fighters. Technically, his only job was making sure the water systems in the prospecting town were in working order.

When he arrived at the rendezvous, though, he discovered that they had not given him planet-side coordinates for the town. No worries, though, because they had left word with the captain who drove the regular water deliveries to look for him. All Melech had to do was follow the delivery to the town. Of course, since he was going to be there anyway, they asked if he would mind using his ship's scanners to keep an eye out around them. They had had trouble with some locals trying to steal the water, and could use the help. No problem, right? They would even give him a few men in case something happened and his ship was attacked.

What they had failed to mention was exactly how many other vehicles were in this little caravan, or that the 'men' they had guarding it were mercenaries packing heavy ordinance. At least, as heavy as you could reliably get on this planet. The slug throwers were actually more cost effective than gas-powered blasters, since they would have to ship gas in from off world. That being the case, when they found out Melech's ship had the machines they needed, they loaded it up with materials for making bullets. A couple of the mercenaries happened to know how to make their own ammunition, and were busy churning out additional rounds for just about every gun in the caravan.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Melech shook his head and got back to business. Both of his hands were firmly connected to his ship, each connecting him to a port that enabled him to fly a ship that only droids could pilot otherwise. Even then, a droid would need the right port jack to connect, like the one his co-pilot Beep-Boop was equipped with. Currently, the co-pilot was busy keeping them on course. Melech had other things to worry about.

With his hands connecting him to his ship, Melech could see the world around him through it. The vast array of sensors and detection equipment came together with a system that was used to create holograms, combining with his own cybernetics to let him view their surroundings as a vast map spread before him. No one else could see this map, of course, as all of this information was being directed straight into his mind, overlaying his vision whenever he closed his eyes. Thanks to his cybernetics, he could interact with this map at speeds on par with a droid, and it all gave him a perfect view of the world flying by underneath his ship.

There was a storm coming, his on board systems could see it, let him see it. The sand made it difficult to detect anything too deeply within the storm, but once they were in it he should be able to correct for it. As it was, the miles stretched out before them, nothing standing in their way. Each crack and crevice of the canyon they were entering was perfectly clear to him, each little plant and creature giving off its own signature, hundreds of targets being identified and dismissed as they came within his miles-long sensor range. Even as they flew into the tight walls of the canyon, his ship would fly steadily forward, the walls sometimes coming within an inch of the hull. He never once got struck, though, all his sensor data giving his co-pilot perfect information to drive the surprisingly agile ship through the dangerous terrain. Where other ships would have taken off miles overhead to allow for this trench, Melech's ship was able to stay six meters overhead the whole way through. Whatever happened on this trip, he would be ready for it.
Melech

His Ship

EM-Rad Grenades(X4)(Approved)

Side arm(X10 rounds)(Approved)

He'll have his standard kit, and the additional items listed.
Melech

*His Ship

*EM-Rad Grenades(X4)

*Side arm(X10 rounds)

He'll have his standard kit, and the additional items listed. Assuming everything works out.

*Pending Approval
[Approved]


[Approved]


I am willing to submit Melech's many, many, Many explosive devices (both existing and yet to be made) to the purpose of blowing up whatever needs blowing up.
Calling all low-lifes, thugs, turn-coats, mercenaries, and anyone else willing to risk disrupting the galactic economy for a payday; I'm putting together a team, and I need You to make it happen!


The warring factions are at each other's throats, Jedi fighting Sith and Empire fighting Republic. In times like these, it's hard for a person to make an honest day's living. So, we're not going to do that. Instead, we of the criminal persuasion are going to take advantage of all this fighting, and score the biggest take of the millennium. That's right, this is a heist plot, and all are welcome!

Now then, the essentials:

Every good heist needs a few key elements. So, I will be looking for characters who are interested in filling specific roles. That said, everyone is welcome to join, so even if you don't think you fill a role, don't be afraid to take part. Odd things can happen on a heist, and honestly, someone who doesn't belong showing up unannounced makes for the best kind of plot twist.





If interested, please post what character(s) you would like to take part, and what role(s) you would like them to play. If you have questions, feel free to PM me or look for me on Discord. I usually hang around the independent-factions section.



@Sini Thank you, much! It has been properly affixed.
A shady Corner; Hidden from surveillance

20:15 Primeday, third week of the tenth month, 6 ATC


It had been almost a year since Melech had opened his shop. While it was rare for him to be there himself, it did occasionally occur. For the most part, orders were taken by an automated system that would send Melech messages whenever someone needed him for a job. So far, this method had acquired him work exactly three times, with the cost of rent and overhead combining to work out to three credits in total profits from the business.

The shop itself was nothing special. A simple hole in the wall that looked in on a small work shop. When he was away, all the tools inside would be taken with him, and the automated system would be pushed into the hole, flush with the wall. Nothing particularly valuable was kept there, as the automated system did not accept currency in any fashion.

Truth be told, he kept the place as more of a summer home than anything. Whenever he needed to stop by the port, he would stay two days or so and keep the shop open, telling himself it was all business. In reality, it gave him a chance to spend money on things he didn't need and amuse himself as he saw fit. For most men of his kind, that would mean alcohol, drugs, violent sports, women, or any combination of them. Melech, though, spent his free time sitting in front of a journal, making sketches and writing down equations, formulas, and measurements.

Likewise, that was the way he would be found now. Anyone with the desire to do so could shake him from his thoughts, but it would require some effort. Not that he was expecting anyone to come by. Those who had sought him out here in the past always did so through recommendation from the Hutts. While the notorious crime family used him as a smuggler, they also knew him as an engineer with little care for safety concerns, and would send people his way when the urge struck them. If he had not made a habit of accepting new tools as payment, he likely would have much more profit to show for his work here.
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