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Post by Mathias on Apr 30, 2005 4:12:34 GMT
:It was nice to find silence again. All those people on that ship was just too much. It grated on my nerves and I found I had precious little patience when it came to being annoyed. Go figure. The freighter wasn't much, but it would do until I could steal another one. Over all it was a long boring trip. I'd get around to what the Phoenix wanted done in my own time. First off I needed to collect a few things. My weapons stash in the Emperess Teta system for one. I felt fragging naked without my sabre. I had a long ride ahead of me.:
: Once I hit the Corellian Run things got a bit smoother, fewer hyperspace vectors to twist through. I'd take it all the way to Corellia then hit the Corellian Trade Spine around to Coruscant. Just like I predicted it was a freighter and didn't draw any attention. Once I get to Coruscant I'll linger in the system a bit to see if I can pick up any news, I need to find out what the frag is going on.:
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Post by Mathias on Apr 30, 2005 4:42:18 GMT
:Coruscant, Frag even the system reeked. There was just something innately wrong about an entire world raped and turned into a city. Hey I'm urban as the next guy but I like trees and countryside too. I end up floating in a holding pattern picking up chatter. Something about a new Dark Lord of the Sith but she's a lady, aren't the Sith always fighting? More talk about the Mandalorians making moves and the effect it's having on trade. I'd sure like a pair of gauntlets, oh well I'll get them eventually. For the time being I float and listen. Something would have to ring a bell eventually. I hope.:
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Post by Mathias on May 1, 2005 6:19:12 GMT
:My time in Coruscant is damn near wasted. Fragging chatter about nothing. I could care less about any of these socalled factions. All of em are nothing then self-serving mercs hiding behind fake badges and ideals. Anyone of them wouldn't hesitate to open arteries if their tails were in a crack, Jedi included. The only differance between them and me is I don't bother to lie about it. I set course for the Emperess Teta Systems. Time I left this turdstain behind.:
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Post by Mathias on May 1, 2005 7:23:03 GMT
:It doesn't take long for me to reach the Teta systems. I knew the Koros Trunk Line like the back of my hand and had a few shortcuts to take off a parsec or two. Once a man could make a nice living runing the Trunk now to make the same credits you had to run the long hauls. The Trade Unions tried to price the independant haulers out of the market. Frag em all I say.:
:The dust storm the freighter kicked up all but blotted out the sky. I remember this place being greener. It didn't matter, time changed everything. I needed my weapons. Too fragging long without them and if I actually went through with the Phoenix's job I'd need them.:
:I walked across the dust plains to the stone buildings; Tombs. I ran my hand along the worn stone, memories flooded my mind memories of battle, the sound of lightsabres and blasters, explosions and screams. It all muddled through my mind making no sense at all. During all of this I continued walking, my feet knew the way. I reached a ramsacked tomb. I'm not sure why it bothered me to see the bones scattered around the room but it did. I even took time to put the skull back on the stone platform. This man must have meant something to me at one time. I shoved all this away. Trusting anyone always meant getting hung out to dry. I walk to the back of the tomb and pound on the centre wall carving. Eventually it gives way revealing a small compartment. "Yeah now we get down to it." I mutter as I pull from it my stash of five weapons.:
:The first I pull out is my Pistol. A BlasTech DL-20 that I've modified, tweaked and overpowered every way I could without it blowing up on me. It packed as much punch as a heavy blaster rifle but ate powerpacks like a wookie eating, anything. The second was a vibro-knife that I'd had for years. My lucky knife I guess. A pair of Lanvaroks came next. These I remember stripping off the body of a Sith warrior. Not sure when though. They were sweet little weapons, good at ripping apart lightly armored troops as well as scaring the pants off those unfamiliar with it. Last was my sabre. Bloodsabre. Brushing the dust off the grip I ran my fingertips over the weapon. It was like getting back a piece of myself. I activated it and the hiss-hum of the blade sent a chill down my back. Yeah now things were even again. I finally deactivated it and hooked it on my belt. I left the tomb behind and returned to the ship. I had places to go and people to kill. Several of them in fact.:
ooc: see a picture of my Sabre in my Profile in the Roleplaying Profile section.
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Post by Mathias on May 5, 2005 21:59:15 GMT
:Returning to Coruscant did not improve my opinion of it. The place still reeked like a Taun-taun corpse on Tatooine. Still, I had to pick up a few things. 'Go here, get this information about Trade..' Frag, who needed to go anywhere but this cesspit? If it was information about trade it found its way through Coruscant eventually. The data-pickers I left on my way through would sift through the mountains of information and achives of publically accessable records and get the same thing without one law being broken. I was gonna be breaking enough later on. I sent out the coded message and my little data-demons came flocking home. Frag it was nice to be a Slicer. I loaded the data onto a stick and put it into a pad. "Well that's one done, Now to frag that whats-his-name." I muttered, grinning. I had a few ideas how to manage that will no big effort too. On to Brenthaal.:
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