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| Plans in motion; Part 1 | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 24 2008, 06:46 AM (36 Views) | |
| Storm | Dec 24 2008, 06:46 AM Post #1 |
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Borden Cal had seen a lot of strange things come in and out of this space port. After Altir 5 wasn’t exactly known as a leading vacation spot. The gun he wore at his side wasn’t for show and the air vents didn’t just pump air into the hangar they were also primed and ready to take all the air out. Altir 5 was a pirate moon pure and simple the smarter you were the longer you lived. So when Borden Cal was taken back by the figure emerging from the ship in front of him it meant something. The man (or at least the man shaped figure) emerging from the ship towered head and shoulders above everyone around him, including Borden (who at 6 foot 4 was no jawa). He must have been at least 7 feet tall and the black cloak he wore somehow only made him look bigger. The cowl that covered most of his face turned left and right like a jungle cat looking for prey as he walked down the exit ramp. Borden gulped and straightened himself trying to gain as much height as he could on the giant walking towards him and in his most official voice said “100 credit docking fee.” The cowl turned towards him a pale chin and barely colored lips revealed in the light. “Certainly.” A deep rolling voice said, a hand seemed to appear out of nowhere and Borden felt the weight of the 100 credit piece in his hand before he realized it was there. Big and quick he thought to himself and gulped. “We have to search your ship.” He managed. “Check for contraband.” That was the party line anyway when it came to Pirate hangars the only thing considered contraband was something valuable enough for the inspector to steal. “No you don’t.” The voice was just as deep and calm as before. Not an order just a fact as if the man had just decided to impart the time of day or the fact that the sun was bright. “We check all the ships coming into…” “No you don’t.” “Listen buddy I’ve…” “Not this ship.” The man’s voice remained entirely calm as if there was no possible way this conversation was not going to end without him getting his way. To his credit Borden managed to at least try to stare the man down but given their height difference and the fact that Borden was entirely certain that the man could have killed him without so much as moving both arms the stare was not long lived. “Fine.” He growled stomping away. “Enjoy your stay.” He shot sarcastically over his shoulder. He was keenly aware of his men looking at him quizzically but he just stared straight ahead and ignored them. Some fights weren’t worth dying in. Storm was used to people staring at him. After all it wasn’t every day you passed a seven foot tall robed man, but as he headed down the hall of the sleazy cantina towards his room in the back he had to fight down the urge to turn around and stab the owner in the neck. Storm had little to no patience for people never mind people who asked questions. “How long will you be staying?” “Not on any stims are you?” “Would you like to be on stims? Cause I can…” and so on and so on. He reached down and brushed his gloved hand against the reassuring cool presence of his lightsaber and pushed down the urge to use it, no sense wasting it’s powercell on morons. He slid into his room and was forced to duck thanks to the incredibly low ceiling; this had all the makings of an extremely long mission. He sat on the bed and dropped his cowl as his comm went off. “What?” He growled as the small figure of his Master Phinneas Creel appeared. “Have you arrived?” In direct contrast to his towering apprentice Phinneas was a small wiry man with a nasal voice and a habit of nervously running his hand through his shoulder length white hair. “Yes.” Storm answered. “Good good,” the other man said rubbing his hands together and giving the distinct impression that he was a greedy child about to make a grab for someone else’s candy. “Now as you will recall the plan is…” “I was at the briefing Master, I know the plan. We take rooms here in the Cantina wait till dark than get into the den when everything closes down.” “Exactly, however you will remember that we altered the plan slightly in that….” “You’re staying in orbit until I finish to make sure no extra security lands while I’m in there.” “You learn well my young Padawan I…” “I’m getting some sleep.” Storm growled cutting the older man off. “Be careful my young pada…” Storm turned it off. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his Master…. Yes it was. Phinneas had the incredible ability of having little to no skill and yet just the right amount of political savvy to con his way into things. Just Storm’s happy luck that the Sith Lords had chosen him to be Storms master. This resulted in a lot of missions like this one where Phinneas would find a safe place to watch the action while Storm caused action and then upon arrival at the temple would begin making long speeches about “our” fortitude and “we” managed to complete the mission despite many setbacks and so on and so forth. Storm threw the communicator into the corner of the room and crossed his legs on the bed as he began to meditate. He had work to do tonight, best focus on that. Phinneas’s time would come. |
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