f0un

Red Dead Reckoning

To make a del lobo outlaw or a lawman? I'm kinda stumped tbh

Nar Shaddaa

Garbella Memorial Starport – Gleetch

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The trio bantered amongst themselves, waiting for Jast and his crew to arrive. Talk of what the group would buy with the supposed shipload of credits they’d receive was the main subject. Gleetch would also make predictions on what exactly they were dealing with. If he had to bet on it, he’d no doubt wager on the issue being space. That seemed to be all too common nowadays. On the other hand, Bluurok hoped there would be no violence whatsoever. In other words, a waste of time.

“Who are those two?” Gleetch pondered as he saw two strangers approach the Raven Trespass. Just how many people did this Jast fella’ hire anyway? Gleetch only hoped there was enough credits to go around. While the Rodian loved his job, he sure as hell wasn’t going to do it for free.

Before the silence between the duo and trio could be broken, out came the Raven Trespass’s crew from the hangar’s far right corner. The trio sized them up, observing them for anything out of the ordinary. From the looks of it, they seemed to be the everyday mercenary. It was common practice for them to do this. After all, they were shady individuals who haven’t worked well with groups in the past. To the victor goes the spoils...as they say.

And so, the formalities came. It seemed as if the duo was familiar with Jast and the sort. Gleetch, had never met the man and was never one for greetings. He simply kept to himself, observing the entire scene with perhaps a hint of annoyance. It was no secret that the Rodian was ready to get going. He was eager to lay waste to some poor fools all while getting paid for it. This “camaraderie” was a hindrance. A waste of time, even.

Jast seemed to have gathered quite the crowd. This wouldn’t be the typical “find the target and blast him” type job. With the group assembled, Gleetch knew the bunch were in for quite the adventure. Luckily, this most likely meant a good payday. Now, he only had to decide whether he could trust them or not.

Finally, the smuggler captain himself would approach Gleetch with eagerness it seemed. His open hand would extend towards the Rodian, expecting a shake in return. Not one for formalities, Gleetch stared down at his hand before crossing his arms in response. He’d rather cut to the chase then make a new buddy. Not to mention, it isn’t like this smuggler had earned his respect. Any chum could deliver crates. Well, that’s what Gleetch told himself anyways.

“Let’s cut to the chase, smuggler. How much are me and the boys getting paid?” Gleetch spoke in basic. “While we’re at it, why don’t we discuss who we’re shooting at too? Seems like you’re gathering a small army.” The Rodian smirked while glancing over at the others. He looked back at Jor’ Kai who stood behind him. Usually, he’d be the one to do the talking. As evidenced by this encounter, Gleetch was not good at these sorts of things. On the other hand, Jor’ Kai was definitely much more charismatic and seemingly friendly to the everyday stranger. A completely different story when compared to the erratic and impatient Gleetch.

Red Dead Reckoning

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I believe so. Very few characters have been accepted thus far. GM will be reading over and approving (or not) sheets on the weekend.

@Sad Ogo

Thank 'ya, friend. I'll be making a character then.

Red Dead Reckoning

Just curious. Are characters still being accepted for this?

Nar Shaddaa

Garbella Memorial Starport – Gleetch and Co.

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“We really need to invest into a fucking cleaning droid,” Gleetch growled as he maneuvered through the confines of his ship. His elongated fingers trailed against one of the ship’s overlaying pipes, revealing just how dust-filled the ship was. Luckily, he had a canteen full of that lovely drink to soothe his woes.

A curious beep was arising from the direction of the ship’s cockpit. From the looks of it, the gang had a message. It wasn’t often that they’d get these. Usually, they were offered contracts in person. Truth be told, Gleetch hated being on this piece of metal. He took any chance he got to land and stay as for away from it as possible. It was always so claustrophobic and stuffy. Well, that shouldn’t be a surprise when you buy your ship from some bum merchant on Ryloth for cheap.

Rubbing his face, the Rodian took a swig of his canteen and entered. He saw the large Houk, Bluurok, sitting down and observing this constant beep.

“Look, Gleetch. It’s been making noise for the past five minutes,” the Houk sat there with absolute concentration. One could even mistake him for a statue.

“You’re an idiot. You know that? Get out of the way.” Gleetch remarked with scorn in his voice before pressing forward. He patted the giant’s shoulder twice, signaling for him to move. Thankfully, he did.

“Why don’t you do something useful and fetch Jor’ Kai, eh?” The Rodian said before focusing his attention on the ship’s terminal. His fingers began to clack at a few buttons, opening up the message.

“Gleetch Elnam: my name is Jaren Jast, captain of the courier ship Raven Trespass. I understand that we have we a mutual association with Khulbe the Hutt, and that you have an excellent reputation as a mercenary. I have a unique and exciting opportunity with high potential compensation, and believe that you and your crew would be an excellent fit for the job. We will be docking our ship at Hangar 141 at Garbella Memorial Starport, and would be interested in discussing this opportunity further if it suits your interests.”

“Interesting…” the Rodian muttered to himself before hearing the loud padding of footsteps behind him. In stepped Bluurok once more and the infamous Jor’ Kai right behind him.

“Let me guess. Some Hutt on a rimworld?” the crackshot pilot, Jor’Kai remarked. He crossed his arms, waiting for the Rodian to explain. From that look on his face, he was probably fairly annoyed. On the other hand, Bluurok just stood there looking as aimless as usual.

“Not exactly,” Gleetch replied. “Just read it for yourself.”

“You know I can’t read, Gleetch.” The Houk said firmly.

Heaving out a loud sigh, Gleetch didn’t even bother offering up a reply.

Jor’Kai grinned as began to approach the monitor, “It’s alright, big fella’. All you gotta do is read the zeroes. That’s how much we’re getting paid.” He peered in, scanning the message.

“Well, what do you think? I’ve seen that Jast fella’ around Khulbe’s before; smuggler type. I assume they need muscle,” Gleetch added. “If they try to pull anything, I like our chances.” The Rodian smirked.

“Well, why the hell not?” Jor’ Kai responded. “We could use the extra credits.”

“You know,” Gleetch began as he typed up a response. “They’re actually in this starport. Why don’t we pay them a visit?

The message Gleetch wrote read as…

”We’ll be there shortly. Expect us.”

Jor’ Kai chuckled as he glimpsed at the short message. “You got a way with fuckin’ words, Gleetch. You know that? Let’s get moving.”

The Rodian waved his hand dismissively as he arose from the pilot’s chair.

The trio began to make way for the ship’s boarding ramp. As they watched it slowly descend, each of the bounty hunters took one look at each other. Gleetch nodded before making his way out of the Rodia’s Revenge. The others followed.

“That’s the one,” Gleetch spoke as he pointed at the Raven Trespass, docked at hangar 141. The three bounty hunters made pace for the ship, scanning the area for anything of interest. Once they stood firmly in front of the Raven, the trio would simply wait.

Plot Line discussion

IMO, using this thread as a hub of sorts would be pretty sweet. Encourage people to make plans here and in turn, make some actual RP threads with themes they're interested in. Encourages collaboration as well

Victory: The Cost of Freedom (Cancelled)

I should be getting a sample post up sometime today.

Nar Shaddaa

The Ronto Springs Casino – Gleetch

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Twenty-one.

Twenty-one was the sum of the amount of points Gleetch had amounted in this current round of pazaak. Unfortunately for him, this means he had just lost fifty-five credits. For the third time this night, this new deck of cards had failed him. He cursed the night he bought it from that scoundrel of a Devaronian back on Tatooine.

”That’s a bust. Better luck next time,” the Ithorian dealer echoed out through its two mouths as he collected Gleetch’s credits. He’d begun to organize his pazaak deck once more for whichever fool attempted to play the house again.

Gleetch sat motionlessly, staring down at his very own deck of cards. Oh, how they’ve failed him for the last. Finally, he jerked his head upwards very slightly. His round, dark eyes observed the dealer’s wrinkled face. The Rodian arose from his seat with great haste and pounded his fist upon the gaming table, garnering the attention of anybody nearby.

“Watch yourself, scum. I don’t take kindly to an Ithorian looking at me like that. If you have a problem, we can settle it outside like true men,” Gleetch spoke rapidly in his native tongue before patting his holster twice.

The poor Ithorian raised his hands upwards, entirely confused and afraid. He’d of course done nothing wrong but that was the way it went. “Apologies, sir. I meant nothing by it. Now, if you’d please leave. We don’t need any problems here,” he replied. The dealer’s stocks for eyes circled the room, in what was a plea for assistance.

Before the bounty hunter could even reply, two stocky Gran fellows approached him from behind. It seems as if the establishment had finally picked up on Gleetch’s loud antics. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d be blacklisted.

“Big guys, huh? Big guys! I’ve worked for your boss, you know! Wait ‘till he hears about this.” Gleetch began to walk away from the table, shaking his head. The two guards trailed him, ensuring he made way for the exit.

Receiving a shove of “encouragement,” the Rodian found himself back on the streets of Nar Shaddaa. He stood up, dusting off his red jumpsuit before storming off in the direction of his ship. Had it not been for Khulbe the Hutt owning that joint, a few people would’ve died.

No-doubt about that.

Nar Shaddaa

Gonna be joining this RP as a jump-in character per the GM's permission.

Victory: The Cost of Freedom

Definitely interested.