Of greed and glory (open)

[Rethius Cettle]

The quiet and ever drawn suspence of empty space is shattered as a light transport hastely moves through hutt space coming from nar shadda. Rising up from behind it, four short winged fighters keep sharp pursuit upon the fleeing vessle. The four small fighters seeming to carry no noticable banner curve into a destinctive quad formation and let lose a hail storm of blaster fire from the long tusk like cannon's patruding at the front of the craft. The transport was clearly designed for smuggling and was lightly equiped with only one gun turret wich was akwardly set on the ships side and seemed of little threat. The hail of shots tore at the hull of the transport, the transport was maned by predominantly gran smugglers working for a hutt crime lord no less.

The Four exoticly designed fighters gracefuly spun around to form a box like formation and surrounded the worn transport along it's sides. It was obvious the crew onboard the caft knew they were beaten when the transport's engines began to die and the ship slowed to nothing more then a crawl, if you could even call it moving. The frantic crew onboard quickly moved into action, the captian wich was a well known yes man of a hutt crime lord from ord mantel sent a sketchy transmition to the renagade fighter piolet who seemed to be calling the shots by the way he led the charge. Inside the lead raiders fighter wich now floated along side the battle scard transport, a tiny screen located by the fighters control pannle light the dark cocpit up showing a fully armored ubese worrior, mask in all.

The small screen showed the gran capitan, it was clear he was holding back smoe fear behind his facade wich portrayed a bold leader. The gran began to usher words in basic to be sure his message would be understood.

"What is your purpose with this foolish attack?!"

The gran cpaitan clenched his fist not even for a second looking away from the screen. The ubese leaned back in his seat and brought his gloved hands together at their tips. Through his voice enhancer his words came through in a metalic and crackled voice. He too, would speak basic knowing only a very small handful of outsiders knew his language well enough to hold even a grettings.

"I dont see how you are in any posistion what so ever to be asking questions, however I am... You are on your way to deliver a shipment of spice to a ithorian named Vondan Dowle correct?"

The thugs behind the capitan where seeming to be rushing to a back room, probaly to fix any internal damage.

Pausing for a moment, the capitan awnsered.

"Yes, what are you, a law enforcer or somthing?"

The lead raider chuckled silently and then began to sit upright.

"Law enforcer?... Dont ask such retorical questions. I stand as much of a chance at being a enforcer of any law, as you do being a politician of malistar."

Although the gran was annoyed by this political insult, the ubese raider couldnt help but let a light laugh out, after a breif pause the ubese prossceded.

"Anyway, we have been tracking you seince you left the port on nar shadda. Word is Vondan has been cheating a number of high people among the exchange... So me and a few buddies of mine decided to take a peek at your docking records."

The gran became frightend, but was able to keep his cool.

"You broke into the docking terminal?!... You are so dead once word gets out about this on nar."

The ubese raider could hear on his communicator that his comrades where laughing at the foolish capitan, within his dark helment he himself grined and responded in a untrustful tone.

"Dead men dont talk..."

The message cuts off there as the capitan turned in his chair and stood from it swiftly. He was approched by a thug holding a blaster in his right hand.

"So whats the news?"

The capitan didnt turn to the thug but they both walked side by side down a hall of the transport, other crewmen followed carrying pistols or knives. Anything they could find.

"Just prepare for a fight, I think a over zealous vick is going to try and over run the ship."

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It was only a second or two after the message that all four fighters parted away from the transport and cruised slowly underneath the ship. There, thease fighters graze the roof of the fighters aginst the belly of the damaged transport. With a magnetic cling they lock aginst the hull and a hatch opens in the top of each fighter wich was clearly a costomized addition. Ripping through the hull with a chain of blaster shots, the four bandits enter into the ship.

All of the ships crew have now rallyed to the armorey just as four ubese bandits find themselvs only several meters from the armorey entrance. Vick leans his neck to the left and then to the right as tiny pops reverberat down the white halls beaten in by their fighter's cannons.

The smugglers arm themselves with the classical underworld fav, the vibro blade. Aswell as a few more pistols. They didnt plan on a boarding attack and thus they lacked heavier weapons. Still a few cre men remain unarmed, and will have to rely on fists alone.

The door to the armory falls in with a kick from vick's right foot. He then steps in holding a long ubese blaster rifle in his right hand, with the rifle's barle pointed to the floor. Three other ubese fully armored enter behind him, two weilding the same style of rifle as vick. The final one enters weilding a large dual vibro sword. Vick looks at the armed smugglers.

"Drop your arms, and you will live to see another day."

Silence decends upon the smugglers as some look at each other wondering what to do.
Impatiantly vick stamps his foot on the floor and points his rifle upward and fires it two times as sparks rain from the ceiling.

"I wasnt kidding now kiss the floor!"

Almost instantly as he speaks most of the frightend crew drop to the floor putting their hands behind their head. The other more bold crew men do the same knowing now with most of them chickend out they surely wont win, even the capitan drops to the ground and slides his weapon over the the bandit's feet.

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The four worriors walk past the men turned mice with their faces aginst the ground. Slowly Vick made his way to the capitan and lifted the capitan to his feet by the collar of his leathery uniform. Vick shoved the end of his rifle barle into the gran's stomach while keeping a firm hold on the back of the capitan's collar.

"You on the other hand are a rat that has slipped from my grasp one too many times."

At that vick realeses his hold on the gran and pushes him backwards to one of his commrades who grabs the capitan firmly.
The bandits quickly scan across the room, seeing nothing of particular intrest they step out into the hall. The crew lets out a sigh of releaf.

But just as they begin to stand, one of them sees vick standing in the door way with a dark egg shaped object in his hand. With a twist a few clicks come from the object as a light begins flashing from it's center. Vick flips the device into the room as it bounces off the floor and rolls to the feet of one of the smugglers. The light begins to flash faster and faster as Vick closes the entrance to the armory with the touch of a button. A blast is heard but no screams as the door to the armory gives off the smell of smoke.

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The ubese captors finaly made their way back to the command room, the door fell of the hinges with little effort. No doubt from the beating the ship toke, as the four ubese entered the gran was thrown to the ground and without another second spared vick held out his ubese blaster rifle with one hand and rappiedly ran the capitan through with a hail of blaster fire. Even after it was obvious that no one could surrvive anymore of this vick kept on firing, after what seemed minutes of mutilation vick equiped his smoking rifle to the holster on his back.

The spice the smugglers where taking to tatooine still sat on the command deck, vick looked over to the ubese carrying the intimadating dual vibro blade. Vick then nodded once, the worrior nodded back and then grabed three mines. Carrying the mines in one hand the ubese set his dual blade on the ground beside him as he placed the mines around the crates wich held the spice. The ubese then rose and followed the other three out of the transport back into their fighters.

Onboard the batered transport no one remained alive, the dark odd looking fighters then detached from the transport and began to disappear into space towards tatooine. Back onboard a red light flickered to life, one on each mine. The crimson glow began to flicker even faster by the second. The outside of the transport although nearly destroyed and turned black on many parts stood quietly just hanging there in space...

The silence was violently interuppted by a firey explosian errupting from within the command room. A sonic like ring tore across the entire ship sending the metalic parts into all directions.



About two parsects away, the beaming suns where going down as a beautiful blood colored sky gave the warm feeling of sunset.

Over mos espa it seemed life was dying down as day light fadded behind the horizon. But to the main night life things where heating up. A human named vondan was not well known around hutt space, but he was known all too well in mos espa. And thats just how he wanted things.

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The same four fighters wich destroyed the vessle the dust bowle known as tatooine, emerged into the red skys of the desolate world. Flying close to the ground, the dark ships zoomed swiftly across the vast sea of sand. Sand blew from out of the way of the low flying ship's path, the dark fighters began to slow as the lead fighter turned sharply and stoped. The other three did the same. The engines died, and all four fighter crafts softly stood in the sand. The fighter cocpits opend as the four ubese bandits steped out onto the ground.

Vick turned to the ubese swordsmen who wore a black cape normaly draped over his shoulder, as was the symbol of a skilled swordsmen.

"Nalvon,"

The swordsmen named Nalvon folded his arms and turned to vick. His voice was silent, and fitted his assassin like appearance.

"Yeah?"

Vick drew his blaster rifle and held it with both hands firmly.

"I understand you use to work for dowle, perhaps you could lead the way?"

Nalvon nodded and without hesitation turned and lead onward to the small settlement of mos espa. It was perfect for a crime lord like vondan, for there was a very fragile system of cival control.

Nalvon had acuratly lead vick and the other two to vondan's favorite hang out. In a cantina secluded from the more populated area's of the city stood a cantina wich had an unwelcomed appearance.

Nelvon approched the steel door to enter the cantina, it had become dark out by now. Inside, vondan dowle sat in a booth talking with several other freinds of his. The entrance opened abruptly as Nelvon entered with the dual vibro blade he was famed for using.

The soft music stoped as did all conversations as all eyes where fixed on the ubese who entered. Silence held out until broken as the other two and vick entered, weapons drawn. Vondon chuckled sinisterly.

"Nelvon, I knew I smelled a rat. I see you brought freinds, no doubt this might be the reason my shipment of spice isnt here..."

Two grunts at the bar drew their pistol's from its holster, they held them close but didnt aim rather they watched intently. Vondon stood from the booth and had a slight smirk on his face as he approched nelvon.

"I heared you and your freinds came to kill me, ontop of that you destroyed my shipment of spice."

Very calm, vondan looked over nelvon's shoulder at vick.

"Vick, eh? You understand the way blood money goes. Perhaps you then will understand what I have to do."

At that exact second, the two grunts and a few others pointed their blasters at the four ubese. As vondon too drew a small pistol and pressed it aginst the cheast of nelvon. As he reaturned his gaze to nelvon. He closed his eyes and chuckled, as they reopend he wispered.

"If you try to ruin me, i'll ruin you..."

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Within his dark helment Nelvon's pale face grined as he had been waiting to let lose over vondan ever since he was played a fool. As Vondan was about to shoot a hole through the ubese, nelvon made the first move by swinging himself to the side and running the gangster through with his twin sword straight through the center of his rip cage. Vondan's eyes flew all the way open as he pulled the trigger wich only hit the floor. Blood dripped onto nelvon's dark gloves from off his blade. He then pushed the dying vondan off the end of his dual sword and slashed it aginst the ground making a bit of a spark.

The grunts opend fire as nelvon droped to one knee impaling vondan again only this time, he pined the crime lord to the floor. A blast hit vick in the left shoulder wich did suprisingly little damage although it did wound him. The ubese bandit on the left of vick grabed him so he wouldent drop from the impact. Vick however stood upright again and with his ubese rifle reaturned fire to the thug who had shot him. The differance was vick's hit nailed the grunt in the forehead, with a rather gorey result.

"I dont think we will last this one, we are horribly out numbered."

The ubese who prevented vick from falling backwards spoke urgently as he toke cover behind a table wich had fallen on it's side.

"Just toss a few gernade's in their direction, we should be fine Ramvert."

Vick drew a oval shaped gernade and activated it, he then tossed it over behind the bar where a few guards toke cover. He then ran over and toke cover with the worrior named ramvert. Nelvon, with his skills in melee combat must have had the largst head count out of the four ubese.

Vick motioned for nelvon and the other worrior to head on over to his and Ramvert's position as the remaining gang members had been depleted to a small handfull stationed in a far corner by the table they had fired from.

Nelvon hunched over close to the ground quickly made it over behind the baracade of chairs and tables vick and ramvert had created.

Once over there, Nelvon called out to the ubese worrior who weilded a short dagger in one hand, and a blaster pistol in the other.

"Vasall, hurry over we shoudl head on out before more come!"

The ubese bandit by the name of Vasall slipped his dagger into it's small sheth on his belt. He then quickly made it to the table. All four compleatly onguard listening carefuly, they couldnt hear anything but the sound of their own breath.

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Vick peeked out from behind the baracadewith his rifle close to his cheast. His visor scans across the ransacked cantina. He then pressed a button on the side of his helment activating a heat sensor in his helemnt's visor. The sensor picked up mostly dead bodies wich were obvious by the heat wich fadded from them. Finaly he spots a object crouched down under a table, the object appeared to be a quarren, all of a sudden a large heat reading appeared from the quarren's right hand. Needless to say vick whiped around quickly and deactivated his heat sensor.

"Nade..."

Vasall confused tilted his head a little to the side.

"Say what?"

Vick seemed nervous and quickly stood to his feet and ran to the exit.

"Gernade!"

The other three quickly followed sprinting out of the cantina as a explosian errupted from within the cantina. The worriors got out about a football feild away before they turned to see a part of the roof hit the ground infront of them... The four bandits then turned and began the juorney back to the landing site...

An hour or so later the four fighters wich had arrived in the crimson sky of night fall, flew off into the crimson sky of dawn. It would seem that crime doesnt pay, but blood money does...