Star Wars: The Untold Stories

[AnonymousWryter]

Rutho Decai

Rutho walked inconspicuously down the hall of Coruscant Opera House after Droori. His Boss had recieved a call from the infamous Jodo Galak, requesting a meeting at the Opera house in a private booth. More often then not these sorts of occasions proved Lucrative to the smaller organisation... though occasionally the messengers were never heard from again. The entire faction often completely destroyed a few days later. For some reason Rutho couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom, whether that was from Droori or this unknown Mafia Kingpin he was unsure.

At last they finished the final slow winding turn around to their allotted booth. Standing outside, whether waiting for them or guarding the door, was what at first glance appeared to be a standard Protocol Droid. However as they got closer it became apparent to Rutho that it was no mere Protocol Droid, it's movements were too smooth and purposeful, it's joints too nimble to properly appear like one of the hapless aids. This observation was completely lost on Droori, clearly anticipation and arrogance had blinded him to the possibility of a trap. He walked clearly up to the droid and announced himself loudly.

"Move aside scrap heap, I am Droori Baker, your master is expecting me!" His manner was that of an emperor, and he impatiently made to move past the Droid into the private booth. Rutho watched as the Droid made no change in it's outward appearance, but he couldn't help but catch the tiniest hint of what might have been lethal intent. Less and less he began to like the idea of entering into the darkness beyond the door, especially considering he had been stripped of all weaponry at the door to the Opera House, a very long walk back to reception. With an inward sigh of acceptance he decided all he could do was wait and see exactly what happened next....

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Riaca Gwytor

Life rushed through Riaca's limbs. Here he stood, at the base of a temple where every member inside would have him killed, and nothing but his own wits and the force would keep him alive. Surrounded by so much danger just breathing held new meaning.

He had come to be in this place by pure chance, a meeting in a shady bar with his newest pawn had him stumble upon a Jedi. Almost unrecognisable in his dark cloak and civilian clothes, Riaca had felt his conscience brush against his own concealed one as he had surveyed the bar. His interest had not been caught much, until the Miraluka male had walked into the bar. Their very nature was such that just by living he posed a threat to discovering Riaca's true nature. Then of all the possible disasters that could have occured, he walked into a VIP booth with the Jedi.

There was no way Riaca dared to try and spy on such targets, instead he left Rutho with a few sparse words of warning on meeting Jodo Galak and waited for his new prey to emerge. Sure enough they emerged together, Jedi, Miraluka and Twi'leck, and headed straight for the transport. In the confusion of the crowd it had been exceedingly difficult to get close to them, especially with the Force sight to be aware of, and he had only just managed to connect a small tracking beacon to the outside of the ship. He had followed them to the temple, then waited the front for their possible return.

Patience was a trait the Jedi valued highly, but in Riaca's mind one they had twisted and contorted to far beyond it's true value. To Riaca, there were none more patient then the hunter, some willing to wait days and days for the prey to fall into their lethal trap. And so he waited, hunter for his prey.

Sure enough, his patience was rewarded, the trio emerged from the temple front doors a little over an hour later. Something told him these two were important, and already plans were forming in his head. Looking around he surveyed the rest of the crowd, trying to find a way to get closer to them inconspicously.

As he was looking his eyes fell upon a look he hadn't been expecting, the look of a hunter. The young man's eyes were fixed firmly on the Twi'leck, his expression that of unrivaled desire, like a starving man staring at a feast. He liked this expression, and immediately wanted to get close and make use of this man.

However he halted his subtle advance as he watched the man trip clumsly over an R3 droid, the thing immediately acting to Taser him in the face. Even as the thing came in for a second attempt, a blaster shot rang out across the terminal, the orange Twi'leck saving the poor sod from a further beating. Things clicked into place for Riaca, and the beginnings of a plan formed.

Reaching into his belt Riaca grabbed a tiny device out, not much bigger then a thumbnail and with pure dexterity slid the small tracking device along the ground, through the legs of stunned unlookers gathered around the fallen human. It landed not far from the man, and with the guidance of the force Riaca subtly manouvered the tiny device into the folds of the downed man's robes where it stuck.

With caution Riaca moved well back into the crowds and retreated to a point where he could watch from safety. His move had outcomes he never could have predicted. The young man was heaved from the ground by the Miraluka, the orange Twi'leck inspecting him briefly before letting the brute of a man carry him onto the transport. Riaca almost burst out laughing, kindness was such a weakness. Those fools had surely signed their own death warrants. Still chuckling with barely contained malice, Riaca retreated to his personal speeder, intent on following his unknowing prey....

 

[seig34]

Ryuji the unlucky

As Taiga broke open the scent packet under Ryuji's nose. The weird smirk on his face and change to a look of fear. Ryuji know this small all to well. A doctor used the same thing on him a couple of years ago. But mugsworm's aren't something you forget. Its something crossed with month old meat, eggs, shocks, and a couple of unclean Mon Calamari parts.

As Ryuji opened his eyes they where quickly turned blood-shoot. He started to coughing, soon he was coughing up blood. Looked over to the orange twi'lek and said weakly “this is new”showing her the blood on his hands. With those word spoken he rolled his eye back and began to violently shack.

 

[Vixandra]

Taiga

The scent had the expected result, I noted as the man's eyes turned bloodshot and he began to cough. However, when he started coughing up blood I became mildly alarmed. When he started shaking, I raised one eye brow and sighed. Humans reacted so oddly to things sometimes.

"Have you ever reacted to this so adversely before," I asked him, grabbing an antihistamine preloaded syringe from my bag. After I pinned his left arm down to the couch, I slammed the needle into a vein and loaded a heavy dose into him, hoping to stop the reaction. The antihistamine was followed with a blood pressure regulator, a capillary stabilizer and a heavy dose of antibiotics. An anti convulsion drug finely got his system back to where it should be.

"So you have Grand mal seizures often?" My voice was brisk, authoritative and trustworthy, though I think I lost beside manner points for being in stiletto heels and a mini-dress.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

The meeting

“Move aside scrap heap, I am Droori Baker, your master is expecting me!"

The droid looked at the pompous man with his unblinking cold blue photoreceptors and didn’t move from in front of the door. Slicer really disliked organics, a trait that was evidenced in his frequent use of the word “meatbag” when referring to non-droids, and this particular meatbag simply reinforced the droid’s already low opinion of him. The droid’s photoreceptors flicked over to the young man behind Droori for a moment, then flicked back to Droori’s impatient expression. The droid then jumped as if startled.

“Oh dear!” said the droid, adopting the sing-song voice of a standard protocol droid. “How rude! I am a fully functional protocol droid, sir, not a heap of scrap as you so rudely put it. And may I advise you sir that it would be wise to use a more humble tone when addressing my master? He is most displeased at the moment due to the fact that you are five minutes late. And may I also say—“

“Oh shut it, you stupid droid and get out of the way,” said Droori, interrupting the droid as he pushed the droid off to one side.

“Of course sir,” said the droid as it was shoved out of the way.

“Meatbag,” mumbled the droid, no longer imitating the voice of a protocol droid, once Droori had walked through the door.

Once inside, the booth was dimly lit with only running lights along the bottom of the wall and six chairs that sat facing the performance area. Beyond the booth was a remake of The Phantom of the Opera, the original dating back well into the infancy of the Old Republic, if not earlier.

Sitting alone in the booth was a bald, human male dressed in what appeared to be a rather nice set of clothes that would be right at home aboard a Royal Hapan Battlecruiser, the man’s booted feet resting on the back of the chair in front of him.

“Droori, you missed the opening act,” said the man without moving to get up or turn to look at his guests. “Congratulations on your promotion, although I must say it was an unfortunate thing that happened to Bruro. I rather liked him; he was a reasonable man from what I’ve heard. I hope you can be just as reasonable as he was – it would be a shame if I had to take my business elsewhere.”

“No need to worry about that, Jodo,” replied Droori in his typical arrogant manner, and took a seat next to Jodo Galak. “Bruro was more of a face for others to see than he was the actual power in the organization.”

Jodo sent a sideways glare at Droori at the man’s arrogance, both in his words and his choice to sit down without invitation. The glare, however, was lost on Droori as he was looking out at the opera.

“I see,” said Jodo, deciding a change in topic was in order. “Where would you be most likely to find some of the most powerful criminals in the galaxy, Droori? If you’re thinking in some club or Hutt palace, you’d be wrong. No, you find some of the most powerful criminals in the galaxy right here, in the Coruscant Opera House. If you look directly across from us, you’ll see a Falleen male dressed in royal robes and flanked by bodyguards. That is Prince Xizor III, head of the Neo-Black Sun organization, one of the most powerful criminal syndicates in the galaxy, next to mine of course. If you continue to look around you’ll also not only other more minor crime lords but businessmen and politicians as well. They are the real criminals in this galaxy, making all that money at the expense of the public, and in view of the public eye too.”

“That’s what separates us crime lords from politicians, Droori,” continued Jodo. “Our visibility. Politicians and businessmen are constantly in the public eye, where as we are almost never in it. We hide in the shadows doing whatever pleases us as long as it keeps us out of sight.”

“While the Hutts are known as the gangsters of the galaxy, they are much too visible and therefore are restricted in their activities. Nobody knows I exist except for other crime lords and because of that fact I have my hands on nearly every criminal activity known to the galaxy, and on nearly every civilized world. The only problem is that I don’t have power on all of the worlds. Why? Because of the Black Sun, my only rival. And Coruscant is one of the worlds that I don’t have much power on. I want to change that, and that’s where you come in Droori,” finished Jodo, turning his head slightly and catching sight of the young man standing behind him.

“Boy, if you’re going to eavesdrop, you might as well do it where I can see you. Get over there against the wall,” said Jodo, pointing to a section of the booth’s wall where Jodo could easily keep an eye on him.

 

[seig34]

Ryuji

After a couple of minters, Ryuji regained control of his body. He whipped off the remaining blood off his face with the back of his duster. When the twi'lek asked him "So you have Grand mal seizures often?", he looked over to her about to reply but taking a moment to take in the sight. His eyes followed the out line of her curves. They seemed to have reminded him of his 1st ship he piloted. Those where the days he thought to himself nothing but sky and space.


Noticing he was day dreaming he snapped out of it and finally replied "only when it comes to mugworms",Ryuji then pointed to his hands and kept talking "the last person to use it on me didn't get the blood side effect. By the way" he added quickly "who are you? how... what happened?"

 

[Vixandra]

Taiga

I listened and nodded. "Mug worms have a 1% chance of bizaar side effects, so I'm not that terribly surprised you had one. I'm Doctor Taiga Rails and my tall, dark and brooding friend over there is Arthe'l. You fell over a droid, busted your knee and then fainted upon seeing me."

I turned away to dig in my bag as I went on. "We brought you back here because hospitals are expensive and I didn't want to leave you lying there. You could have been hurt."

I could hear Arthe'l sigh and knew he had a small smile on his lips, the one he had just for me when I was doing something he deemed silly or strange. I shot a glance back at him and it was there, that little smile, so subtle most didn't see it but I did. My partner was not a man of open emotions, so reading him was difficult for strangers at the very least.

 

[AnonymousWryter]

Rutho Decai

Rutho watched and winced as Droori shoved the droid aside to enter the room. He trailed with his head down, and looked sideways at the droid after he could have swore it mumbled something. Shaking his head, he decided it must have been his imagination, and followed his boss in.

The room was dark, but it didn't stop him from noticing the bald man relaxing in his chair, his clothes very reminiscent of some kind of military uniform. Rutho winced again as Droori sat down uninvited, and Rutho sighed, more and more sure he was going to get both of them killed.

It came as a shock to Rutho when Jodo addressed him directly, even if he had been listening intently to his speech.
“Boy, if you’re going to eavesdrop, you might as well do it where I can see you. Get over there against the wall,”

Rutho gulped and did as he was told, letting Droori's arrogant reply about some kind of 'mutual understanding' wash over him. Instead he turned his attention to the Falleen prince. It was with great surprise that Rutho realised he was being observed in return. Indeed not idly either, but with great intensity.

Rutho looked away immediately, then peaked a small look back just in time to see the prince lean in to talk to his bodyguard. After a brief conference, the bodyguard left the booth purposefully. Rutho shook his head and looked back over Jodo and Droori... this did not bode well at all...

 

[Vixandra]

Arthe'l

He watched her care for her patient, chatting away like a magpie. Taiga was a natural doctor, her touch just the right amount of strength and gentleness, her bedside manner just what was needed.

He could see the reaction the youth was having to her and Arthe'l couldn't help a small smile that curved his lips. It amused him to see men of all ages, and occasionally women as well, fall all over themselves to get her attention, sometimes literally. She never gave them more then friendship, he knew, though he didn't know why.

Arthe'l spoke with a teasing tone. "Taiga, we should put caution signs up in areas you're going to be in. Look at the damage you caused that young man just by being present. Or we should actually dress you in clothing fitting for a doctor. That may help too."

She looked down at her dress and the glared at Arthe'l with narrowed eyes. "My dress is perfectly decent, even overly decent. You're just a prude."

The youth seemed puzzled, whether from the after effects of the drug cocktail he'd gotten or their wordplay, Arthe'l wasn't sure. But he could see from the less then perky way Taiga held her ikku that she was tiring. "Finish patching him up so we can put him to bed. You need to sleep. You won't forgive yourself if you miss that surgery in the morning."

 

[Jedi_Khan]

There was something about the boy that Aagh didn’t like; something just didn’t feel right with the boy’s presence in the Force. While Aagh, as Jodo Galak, was talking Droori’s ear off, he was using the Force to determine what the boy’s story was. And what Aagh found, he didn’t like. The boy was under the influence of the Dark Side; someone was manipulating him. Who, Aagh didn’t know, but now that there was evidence that a Dark Side Force-user had a say in this little game that Aagh liked to play, Aagh was going to have to change his tactics a little.

“I have business proposition for you Droori,” said Aagh. “One that will benefit both our organizations, and we both know that what benefits the organization can benefit us. Before I make give the details of this proposition, I want to get to know your organization better. Therefore I will be coming by your organization’s headquarters tomorrow at the same time. I want all your officers there so I can interview them. We’ll continue the conversation then.”

Just then Aagh’s comlink buzzed.

“What is it Slicer?” he asked after picking up.

“Master,” replied the droid on the other end. “A man claiming to be from concierge is requesting permission to enter. He would like to get your drink order.”

Concierge? thought Aagh. Concierge is only at hotels; this is an opera house. Besides, I can order drinks from the console on my seat. They don’t send someone to get a drink order here. Ah, so that’s what’s going on. Someone in Prince Xizor’s entourage recognized Droori and decided to let the dear prince know that one of the few drug lords one this planet that he doesn’t control is meeting with someone. The prince got curious and sent someone to place a bug.

“Tell him to leave,” replied Aagh, knowing full well what the droid will do after what Aagh said next. “And if he doesn’t, make him. But don’t kill him, Slicer.”

“Yes master,” said the droid, sounding both pleased and disappointed at the same time.

A moment later there came the sound of dull clang from the other side of the door, followed by a solid thud as something hit the door. Next came a muffled blaster shot and the sound of a ricochet, followed by two more solid thuds on the door.

Aagh cocked his head as if to listen when he heard the dull clang and straightened himself in his seat when the first thud on the door occurred. When the blaster went off, he got up and made his way to the door. By the time he made it to the door, there was silence. Upon opening it, an unconscious human male fell across the threshold; apparently the door had been holding him upright. The man had been dressed in what looked like an opera house usher’s uniform that was two sizes too small for him. Standing over him was the droid with a small blaster burn on his torso and a small holdout blaster in his grip.

“Boy, drag this thug in and set him in a chair,” said Aagh, taking the blaster from the droid and wiping off the soot from the droid’s torso, once again thankful that the droid had been made out of beskar, the famous metal of the Mandalorians.

Aagh then glanced over at the Falleen prince, and found a rather unhappy look upon his face which made Aagh smile.

“Remember, Droori,” said Aagh. “Tomorrow, same time, your headquarters. Have all your officers there.”

“Oh, by the way,” said Aagh stopping himself momentarily as he turned to walk out the door. “You might want to leave pretty quick. The good prince over there isn’t too happy.”

And then he was gone, his droid in tow.

 

[seig34]

Ryuji

Ryuji watched the two bicker among them as Taiga was removing the shards of glass out of Ryuji's knee. Ryuji did ask what happened to his data-pad but the question seemed to get lost between the two, Taiga and Arthe'l, bickering. There was nothing more for Ryuji to do but sit back and let the stress melt away.

You see Ryuji maybe young but hes been piloting all his life and depending on what side of the law your on would mean how stressed out you could be. Ryuji, at a very young age picked the side he was going to run with. Smuggling brought with it money and trouble. Money was always a in short supply, but trouble you could find on about any street, canteen or even a hospitals, and trouble always had the added bounce that you where doing work you didn't want to do, blood on your hands or your own life.

In fact it may have been a good thing that Taige didn't take him to a hostile. He would shorly have been arrested, question, and on the right planet killed. But this wasn't the turn of events that happen. In fact fate happen to throw him toward Taige and Arthe'l for some reason. Ryuji was not one to fight fate for we all had a part to play.