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Thread: Bored at Work Story Time: The Chase
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SwenLaransa
Wed Jun 08, 2005 10:12 am
#1
I was off to South Coronet Mall to deliver a shipment of precious gems I had just slipped past the authorities to a buyer. Something didn't seem right in the air, but when we're talking nearly twenty million credits for the drops I had to make it tends to blur reason and logic. I rolled my ride up and parked outside, scanning the area. Too many people I don't know make me nervous. And there were too many people.
I shoved my senses back down with thoughts of all the things I could do with that cash. This would be my most profitable run ever. A sane man would take the cash, erase who he was, and go and live a nice quiet life sipping cocktails on the outer rim. After all I'd been through lately that didn't sound half bad.
Just get away from it all and leave the madness behind. My life had been thrown upside down ever since my curiosity got the best of me and I went soft and helped out some folks. But that's not important. Should keep the mind focused. Do the job and get. It should be a milk run and easy money.
But something was wrong. I smelled it in the air as soon as my foot touched land in Coronet. And as soon as he spoke I knew it. "You're a smuggler, eh?" he said with a coy grin that screamed danger, "It's rare to see your kind around these parts." What? Do I have a bloody sign above my head that shouts "Man of Illegal Talents RIGHT HERE!"? Maybe only smugglers look this damn good in a duster. Whatever it is, people seem to smell me out fairly easy. But this guy was different.
His hand wavered too close to the carbine he had slung at his side. His battle armor had long scars across it along with the normal blaster burns. His eyes were measuring me. The impression was clear. This man was gunna try to kill me. Dunno what for. Maybe the Lady finally got sick of me hijacking her cargo ships for Jabba. It's not my fault he pays better and is easier on the eyes, which isn't speaking to highly for the Lady and her cronies. The why doesn't matter.
It's the when. When is this going to go down? Why didn't he just shoot me in the back when I was talking to my mark? My mind was racing as he made very deliberate small talk. What kind of moron does he think I am? Starts asking about my fighting style. So I play dumb and did what any honorable person would do when being asked about fighting by a man who intends to kill them. I lied through my teeth.
Oh gee mr. bounty hunter, I'm horrible. I can't even hit a man from five feet away standing still. My blaster is mostly just for show. Oh it doesn't look like a normal one? Yeah, the chicks dig you more if you cross a few wires here and there. Makes you look like you know what you're doing. Fitness? Oh god no. Ever see a mon cal run on land? It just doesn't work well. Seen much combat? Well I was in a firefight once, but luckily the police came around and I was able to get away.
Another glance around and I saw why he hadn't pulled the trigger yet. A few of the guards in the mall had caught the same scent I had and they weren't being too subtle about it. So he was waiting for me to go outside. I had one last drop. It wasn't even fifty meters away. Fifty meters. I could make it.
The way he held his gun told me that he was one cocky son of a. His movements told me he was ok at what he did, but he wasn't the best. Yeah. Twenty mil. I could make it. But no reason to be retarded about it. His eyes said he had no clue I knew what was going on. Far too cocky. I smiled as I picked a few health stims, a pack of pixie from one of the guys in the back, a transdusive quick release coupler for my renegade, and new pistol just in case mine jammed for whatever reason. Luck favors the prepared after all.
So I tell him, yeah sure, I'll duel but please take it easy. I'm not very good after all. I click the safety off my renegade with a smirk and slide the coupler on discretely. I step outside the door and my throat drops into my stomach as a blaster bolt wizzes past my head. He's not alone!
Not really what I had in mind. Not really what I had in mind at all. Damn your arrogance Swen and look where it's got you! The original bh grins and brings his carbine to bear as I twist out of the hail of bolts coming from his companion.
Wham! A bolt slams into the side of my leg and I tumble backwards off the stairs of the mall and land flat on my back. I roll backwards and come back up on my feet, nailing one in the side of the helmet leaving him in a daze and take off, running backwards, sending a hail of bolts flying towards the two hunters. Two on one are not my kind of odds.
They stood between me and my bike. Can't go that way. My ship was docked in Coronet. Only a little over a km away. A km away with two bounty hunters chasing me. There's lots of cover. Nice open field. Staying here doesn't seem like an option. Ah hell. It's only two of 'em. I can make it.
Wham! Or not. One nails me in the shin with a bolt and my leg goes numb and I stop dead in my tracks. Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant. The feeling is starting to come back slowly, but it'll be a while before I can move so I take a few potshots of my own. Nail one of 'em in the head groin and arm in rapid succession. Apparently he wasn't just playing dumb with me when I was lying my face off, which does add another chip to my side.
We trade fire back and forth until I can move then I'm off like a shot, both of them still kind of dazed. I slip around a building out of their line of fire just as one shakes off the effects and starts after me. Was really hoping they'd just be good little bounty hunters and give up. At least they're getting into the battle and not thinking right.
Separated is how I like my hunters. I waited until he came around the corner of the building before I nailed him once more in the head then cut across at an angle so when his buddy came after me I'd draw him in a different direction. Sure enough he made a beeline strait for me instead of helping his buddy.
We danced, the three of us through the houses. Sometimes one of them would land a few lucky shots, but all in all they played right into my hands. Never in the line of fire of more than one and often none. Always making my way towards my ship. My salvation. Finally there was a clear stretch between me and the starport so I kicked up my heels and ran as fast as I could.
I could see the bounty hunters fading into the distance, too tired to keep up. Laughing I threw a wave behind me and shouted out wishing them luck. Their curses didn't carry too well on the wind, but they sure were colorful.
Then a stormtrooper patrol caught me running and must've seen my 'illegally modified and against the rules of the empire' blaster or some such. One shot from their elite nova commander and I crumpled to the ground not a hundred meters from freedom. As I blacked out the irony hit me and I just smirked. Better jail than death.
Now to find a way out of here....
I shoved my senses back down with thoughts of all the things I could do with that cash. This would be my most profitable run ever. A sane man would take the cash, erase who he was, and go and live a nice quiet life sipping cocktails on the outer rim. After all I'd been through lately that didn't sound half bad.
Just get away from it all and leave the madness behind. My life had been thrown upside down ever since my curiosity got the best of me and I went soft and helped out some folks. But that's not important. Should keep the mind focused. Do the job and get. It should be a milk run and easy money.
But something was wrong. I smelled it in the air as soon as my foot touched land in Coronet. And as soon as he spoke I knew it. "You're a smuggler, eh?" he said with a coy grin that screamed danger, "It's rare to see your kind around these parts." What? Do I have a bloody sign above my head that shouts "Man of Illegal Talents RIGHT HERE!"? Maybe only smugglers look this damn good in a duster. Whatever it is, people seem to smell me out fairly easy. But this guy was different.
His hand wavered too close to the carbine he had slung at his side. His battle armor had long scars across it along with the normal blaster burns. His eyes were measuring me. The impression was clear. This man was gunna try to kill me. Dunno what for. Maybe the Lady finally got sick of me hijacking her cargo ships for Jabba. It's not my fault he pays better and is easier on the eyes, which isn't speaking to highly for the Lady and her cronies. The why doesn't matter.
It's the when. When is this going to go down? Why didn't he just shoot me in the back when I was talking to my mark? My mind was racing as he made very deliberate small talk. What kind of moron does he think I am? Starts asking about my fighting style. So I play dumb and did what any honorable person would do when being asked about fighting by a man who intends to kill them. I lied through my teeth.
Oh gee mr. bounty hunter, I'm horrible. I can't even hit a man from five feet away standing still. My blaster is mostly just for show. Oh it doesn't look like a normal one? Yeah, the chicks dig you more if you cross a few wires here and there. Makes you look like you know what you're doing. Fitness? Oh god no. Ever see a mon cal run on land? It just doesn't work well. Seen much combat? Well I was in a firefight once, but luckily the police came around and I was able to get away.
Another glance around and I saw why he hadn't pulled the trigger yet. A few of the guards in the mall had caught the same scent I had and they weren't being too subtle about it. So he was waiting for me to go outside. I had one last drop. It wasn't even fifty meters away. Fifty meters. I could make it.
The way he held his gun told me that he was one cocky son of a. His movements told me he was ok at what he did, but he wasn't the best. Yeah. Twenty mil. I could make it. But no reason to be retarded about it. His eyes said he had no clue I knew what was going on. Far too cocky. I smiled as I picked a few health stims, a pack of pixie from one of the guys in the back, a transdusive quick release coupler for my renegade, and new pistol just in case mine jammed for whatever reason. Luck favors the prepared after all.
So I tell him, yeah sure, I'll duel but please take it easy. I'm not very good after all. I click the safety off my renegade with a smirk and slide the coupler on discretely. I step outside the door and my throat drops into my stomach as a blaster bolt wizzes past my head. He's not alone!
Not really what I had in mind. Not really what I had in mind at all. Damn your arrogance Swen and look where it's got you! The original bh grins and brings his carbine to bear as I twist out of the hail of bolts coming from his companion.
Wham! A bolt slams into the side of my leg and I tumble backwards off the stairs of the mall and land flat on my back. I roll backwards and come back up on my feet, nailing one in the side of the helmet leaving him in a daze and take off, running backwards, sending a hail of bolts flying towards the two hunters. Two on one are not my kind of odds.
They stood between me and my bike. Can't go that way. My ship was docked in Coronet. Only a little over a km away. A km away with two bounty hunters chasing me. There's lots of cover. Nice open field. Staying here doesn't seem like an option. Ah hell. It's only two of 'em. I can make it.
Wham! Or not. One nails me in the shin with a bolt and my leg goes numb and I stop dead in my tracks. Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant. The feeling is starting to come back slowly, but it'll be a while before I can move so I take a few potshots of my own. Nail one of 'em in the head groin and arm in rapid succession. Apparently he wasn't just playing dumb with me when I was lying my face off, which does add another chip to my side.
We trade fire back and forth until I can move then I'm off like a shot, both of them still kind of dazed. I slip around a building out of their line of fire just as one shakes off the effects and starts after me. Was really hoping they'd just be good little bounty hunters and give up. At least they're getting into the battle and not thinking right.
Separated is how I like my hunters. I waited until he came around the corner of the building before I nailed him once more in the head then cut across at an angle so when his buddy came after me I'd draw him in a different direction. Sure enough he made a beeline strait for me instead of helping his buddy.
We danced, the three of us through the houses. Sometimes one of them would land a few lucky shots, but all in all they played right into my hands. Never in the line of fire of more than one and often none. Always making my way towards my ship. My salvation. Finally there was a clear stretch between me and the starport so I kicked up my heels and ran as fast as I could.
I could see the bounty hunters fading into the distance, too tired to keep up. Laughing I threw a wave behind me and shouted out wishing them luck. Their curses didn't carry too well on the wind, but they sure were colorful.
Then a stormtrooper patrol caught me running and must've seen my 'illegally modified and against the rules of the empire' blaster or some such. One shot from their elite nova commander and I crumpled to the ground not a hundred meters from freedom. As I blacked out the irony hit me and I just smirked. Better jail than death.
Now to find a way out of here....
Saarek
Thu Jun 09, 2005 10:22 am
#4
great RP man. almost had me wanting more. I say almost... cause I think Mon Cal are ugly buggers.
lol j/k write the jail break man!
Marven_Darkfly
Thu Jun 09, 2005 10:25 am
#5
i too would encourage you to write more i love this stuff at work!
SwenLaransa
Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:45 am
#6
The Bh's who came after me yesterday didn't make for interesting stories 
To easy to take down and the chases weren't nearly as fun. I tried to run away from a rebel BH but he wouldn't take the hint. It's wrong imo for rebel bh to hunt rebel je^H^H^H smugglers. Three blowed up vehicles and 2 incaps later, with me asking him to stop I was forced to put him down The other guy just rode in guns a blazing but couldn't figure out how to stand up after I pistol whipped him. As soon as I have some better encounters I'll write 'em up 
To easy to take down and the chases weren't nearly as fun. I tried to run away from a rebel BH but he wouldn't take the hint. It's wrong imo for rebel bh to hunt rebel je^H^H^H smugglers. Three blowed up vehicles and 2 incaps later, with me asking him to stop I was forced to put him down The other guy just rode in guns a blazing but couldn't figure out how to stand up after I pistol whipped him. As soon as I have some better encounters I'll write 'em up
Saarek
Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:55 am
#7
lol. pistol whipping is so much fun. I love getting respec n00bs like that. I've owned 3 lvl 80 BHs in duels because of that. The rest I had to run from... but at least they never got my spice.
Marven_Darkfly
Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:56 am
#8
As a smuggler I feel you have the right to "exaggerate" or talk from "a certain point of view" on the story to make it more interesting for cantina tales
Ragonock
Thu Jun 09, 2005 2:23 pm
#9
My salvation. Finally there was a clear stretch between me and the starport so I kicked up my heels and ran as fast as I could.
I could see the bounty hunters fading into the distance, too tired to keep up. Laughing I threw a wave behind me and shouted out wishing them luck. Their curses didn't carry too well on the wind, but they sure were colorful.
Then a stormtrooper patrol caught me running and must've seen my 'illegally modified and against the rules of the empire' blaster or some such. One shot from their elite nova commander and I crumpled to the ground not a hundred meters from freedom. As I blacked out the irony hit me and I just smirked. Better jail than death.
Now to find a way out of here....
Don't think that you'll be saved by stormies the next go around
I could see the bounty hunters fading into the distance, too tired to keep up. Laughing I threw a wave behind me and shouted out wishing them luck. Their curses didn't carry too well on the wind, but they sure were colorful.
Then a stormtrooper patrol caught me running and must've seen my 'illegally modified and against the rules of the empire' blaster or some such. One shot from their elite nova commander and I crumpled to the ground not a hundred meters from freedom. As I blacked out the irony hit me and I just smirked. Better jail than death.
Now to find a way out of here....
Don't think that you'll be saved by stormies the next go around
SwenLaransa
Thu Jun 09, 2005 2:59 pm
#10
Ragonock wrote:
My salvation. Finally there was a clear stretch between me and the starport so I kicked up my heels and ran as fast as I could.
I could see the bounty hunters fading into the distance, too tired to keep up. Laughing I threw a wave behind me and shouted out wishing them luck. Their curses didn't carry too well on the wind, but they sure were colorful.
Then a stormtrooper patrol caught me running and must've seen my 'illegally modified and against the rules of the empire' blaster or some such. One shot from their elite nova commander and I crumpled to the ground not a hundred meters from freedom. As I blacked out the irony hit me and I just smirked. Better jail than death.
Now to find a way out of here....
Don't think that you'll be saved by stormies the next go around
I'm worth 50k now if you wanna find me on the terms
I respeced away my useless skills like lightsaber, powers, and enhancer into things that augment my smugglerness. Decided being worth less (notice the space) and grinding jedi in columns instead of rows would be best. I lose half as much xp as I was before and seem stronger in a fight. Reminds me... I need to go back to SCM and buy another crate of bikes. And some ruby. And some more powerups for my Renegade. And some more WUK's.
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