A Pirate, and his prize. (Ask)

[Rethius Cettle]

*Vick turns and walks to the door way where the elevator would be, he stops at the door way and streaches his hand out wrapping his hand around the elevator's cable. He then clambs his legs onto it and alides on down and stops as he touchs his feet down ontop of the elevator. He then slides on through the hold and walks out of the tower. He sees the small group of smugglers infront of him. He moves his left hand to his belt and draws a frag. He then begins walking towards the group. Most of the crew turns tail and hurries onboard the cargo ship. Only a few remain who are armed with pistols. Among them halan stands. There is no where to run or hide as they are in the middle of the kessle waste land.*

"This ship is mine, give it up and I might spare some of you varks."

[Halan]

*He looks across the line at the other men...they don't seem to happy about there predicament...his gaze turns to the ubese standing before him..he smiles as he looks him up and down measureing him up slightly*

"Everyone always wants something in this galaxy it seems"

[Rethius Cettle]

*Vick turns to halan and draws his blaster rifle into his free hand.*

"Who are you?... Wait it doesnt matter, kiss the dirt halfling."

[Halan]

*He loks at him with an eye brow raised....He threw his hand sinto the air anyway but he still smiled calmly*

"Excuse me..was that really called for?"

[Rethius Cettle]

*Vick chuckled softly, and turned on the frag gernade, it's timer started as the seconds passed the red light on the gernade began to flicker faster and faster. Vick then tossed it up into the air and caught it, as he did he spun around 120 degrees and threw it at the remaining smugglers who didnt flee into the ship which didnt even take off yet. The ship couldnt leave unless it had a destination to bring the shipment of acklay to. They couldnt just run. The gernade rolled to the armed smuggler's feet and errupted into a fire ball killing them all. The explosian lit up the dark land and remained burning as the fire feed off of the bodies of the smugglers. Vick turned to halan and pointed his rifle at him.*

"I said kiss the dirt turquoise."

*Vick readyed his rifle with a click showing he was ready to turn him into swiss cheese.*

[Halan]

"Well I don't know about that...as much..fun as it was to see you address your anger problems in a productive way...I will not kiss the ground as you so eloquently say it...so my friend...how about we start of with something a little more diplomatic......who are you?"

*He smiles ever so slightly more at raze..he felt he was being rather Nice to him something he hoped would go down well with him..,though he admittedly didn't know much about the ubese*

[Rethius Cettle]

*Vick laughed, as he then pointed his rifle at halan's head.*

"Alright smart guy, I think you need a reality check. First law of motion, objects in motion tend to stay in motion, unless stopped by an outside force."

*Vick drummed his fingers over his rifle.*

"In here you will find the objects which are in motion."

*Vick grins beneath his helmet as he aims his rifle at halan.*

"And your head, is the outside force..."

*At that vick unleashes a hail storm of blaster fire upon halan from a distance of about five feet. Smoke and dust are kicked up into the air, finaly vick stops to let his rifle cool. He steps back a few feet and watches as the smoke clears.*

"No witnesses, just because your purple doesn't make you special."

[Halan]

*As he moved his hands to the trigger after he had lightly touched the barrel..he had a feeling that Raze would pull...rather than trusting the ubese wiht his life...he move dhis head to the side in time as the blaster bolts went skimming past....he grabbed a dagger out of his coat and strightens up quickly slamming the pointed end of the dagger into the blaster's barrel..lodgeing it tightly inside...he striaghtens up*

"Was that nessicery!?"

[Rethius Cettle]

*Vick looks at the dagger lodged into his rifle's barrel, he then wraps a gloved hand about the handel and rips the dagger from his blaster rifle. Vick then tosses the dagger off to the side.*

"What are you doing here? you arnt with this ship are you?"

[Halan]

"there see...talking does have its advantages...I don't know how many purple mercenaries there are but yes I'm very different to these men...I came here...on...a transport from corusant..I had some rather interesting business there and found something equally interesting here.....murder and intrigue"

[Rethius Cettle]

*Vick quickly walked up to halan and got up in his face, vick's voice litteraly could be felt by halan, the vibrations emitted from his voice enhancer had that effect.*

"You listen and you listen good, I dont know or care who you are, but no one in this damn galexy will know or care who you are if you keep sticking your nose where it doesnt belong. You can find all the murder and intrigue else where in the galexy. So unless you want to end up dead I suggest you keep your nose where it belongs."

*Vick turned away swiftly and began walking towards the cargo ship's boarding ramp.*

[Halan]

"I take it you have alot of anger form one of two things...1) I deprived childhood...maybe your mother didn't pay you nay attention or maybe your father was to hard with his punishmeent...the other is just that your race is angry and maybe I should stop my observations as they seem to anger you ever so slightly"

[Rethius Cettle]

*Vick stops just as he was about to board the ship and finish off the rest of the crew. He slowly turns to halan.*

"Do you wana die?... does the thought of eternal sleep amuse you?"

*He begns to walk on over to hala, his tone is agressive yet calm.*

"You seem to be pushing for it, for you see. What I am doing here is somthing that if you decide to stick around and witness. Uhh, let me think I wont rest till I have that little purple head of yours which just wont shut up..."

*Vick folds his arms across his cheast calmly acting as if they were just discussing a subject over a cup of tea.*

"For you see... Money makes the world go round and around. And for money to be made, people need to die. Its rather simple really. So why dont you run along and play with sharp objects okay?"

[Halan]

"I don't think arogence or showing off how storng our egos are will help this situation...if my tone is insulting than I am sorry...I would change it but alas I am unable to..one of the draw back sof being what I am I suppose"

*He doesn't step back from him remotely as vick moves into halan's personal space*

[Rethius Cettle]

*Vick presses his rifle into halan's gut already fed up with this mission.*

"Give me one reason I shouldnt shut you up right now. And I will consider diplomacy."