The Rebel Faction

Vash stepped into the darkness of the warehouse. It was empty, except for the multitudes of crates stacked against every wall. The only light in the entire building seemed to point at a door. Vash could see fine, of course. Gen'Dai had quite good vision. He pulled up the datapad one more time to make sure he was in the right place.

"Nar Shadda....Lower Colonies...Third spaceport...past the the red tower...old warehouse." He said to himself. He looked up once more. This place seemed to match the description pretty well. He wasn't sure why he was here though. A dark and vague letter had been sent to him a few days ago, telling him where to come, but not why. He would have dismissed it, had it not used his name. He wasn't sure what to expect.

Vash stepped under the tiny light that was suspended from the ceiling. The light barely encomposed is massive frame. Well over seven foot tall, Vash was a sight to behold. He checked once more, making sure everything he needed was working and where it belonged. He knew the two pistols holstered on his thigh's were there. He had a feeling those would be of use. He shifted his back ever so slightly to make sure his new favorite weapon was there.

He had flown here directly from a planet that had been sieged by some ex-Imperial forces. He had been hired to protect it, and did his job quite well, but never recieved his payment. So he decided to take a trinket of his own.

The people he was protecting were a peaceful race, but their shielding technology was amazing. While hiding from enemies, he stumbled into some kind of museum, coming upon a strange weapon.

If you saw it resting on the Gen'Dai's shoulder, you wouldn't think much of the weapon. It was a hammer, made from some material that Vash didnt care to learn about. It ran almost all the way down his back, the head resting snuggly between his two shoulder blades. The damn thing weighed nearly three-hundred pounds. Vash found that even he couldn't use it with ease, nor could he fiugre out why the tiny Sakath would have any use for such a weight weapon. But all that changed once it's power was activated. Upon flicking a switch, the hammer it seemed to lighten. Vash was still unaware of how it worked, but arcs of electricity began to run up and dlown it. Vash had found that he could smash through even the heaviest objects will relative ease. It didnt last long though. The power seemed to drain him. After several minutes of use he was tired, winded, and would have to shut it off. It would take some time to master it.


Vash stepped through the door lightly, making sure to avoid any trip wires or mines that may be placed in front of him. This room was exactly like the other, boxes stacked against every wall as high as he could tell. Vash took a second to scan the room, making sure he wasnt walking into a trap, but decided that if he was, it was too late now. He took a seat on one of the boxes and waited.

The Bounty came out of hyperspace with a rough stop. The coordients were right he had came to the space of Nar Shadda he got a message from an anonomys person to come to this planet. Deak had wondered why he was being sent there but if it was a job he wanted it. Deak pushed a few buttons on his computer and the ship went down for the planet.

"Now arriving at Nal Hutta." said the computer.

The computer said Nal Hutta becuase to the Huts it was called Nal Hutta. He pushed a few more buttons on his computer. There, he would be fine until he reached the atmoshpere of the planet.

"Now in the planet's atmoshpere,"said the computer,"Engaging landing gear."

The ship slowly hovered above the landing pad. The ship gave a jolt and slowly landed on the landing pad. Deak pressed a button on the ship's computer and the hatch came up. "Time to find this warehouse." Deak thought to himself. He got out of the chair of the ship and streched out. He jumped out to the side and started walking. He took out the letter and quickly scanned it to see where he was going. He walked south and down many alleyways. Then he saw a ware house. The number to the warehouse did not match so he had to keep going.

Deak was now tired after two hours of walking very quickly. He stopped to rest for a moment and saw a very heavily armed man walk to a big door. He had a traditional gaffi stick of the Sand People of Tatooine. The man pushed open a door and went inside the warehouse. Deak began to wonder if the man was indeed a bounty hunter. So, he slowly walked up the street to the warehouse. His jetpack on his back began to seem to be heavier as he kept on walking to the warehouse. Deak noticed that the door was already open and he stepped inside. Deak saw two other people a Gen'Dai that he saw on the Sakath planet and the other man with the gaffi stick from before. Deak just leaned agaist the wall and waited for someone or something that had sommoned him there. Whatever it was he hoped it payed...well.

None of the assembled hunters spoke up.

Reaching out with the force, Tir Esias felt the varying emotions of those who stood before him. The mild disinterest of the Gen'Dai Qive was the easiest to detect, as he already knew what was going on and made no attempt to hide his emotions. The figure clad in mandolorian armor was interested in the offer.... the possibility that it would be a monetary windfall being the major factor. The other Gen'Dai's mind was wary, on gaurd. The last figure's emotions were the hardest too read, and his thoughts and motives seemed enshrouded by a thick fog. The fact that he could not penetrate the man's mental barriers annoyed Tir Esias, but only mildly. If it had been necessary, he would have used all of his arrayed power to overwhelm the hunter's mental sheild.... but there was no reason to exert himself right now.

"My name is Tir Esias. I am a represenative from an organization known as The Union."

The name got no reaction from the group, though that was not unexpected.

"The Union's power and influence is beyond that of any organization with which you have ever associated, outside of perhaps the Galactic Empire or Galactic Coalition. We have united criminals, companies and terrorists- Black Sun, the Hutts, the Exchange. The Galactic Liberation Front pulled of its deadly attacks only with the assisstance of the Union."

He let those statements sink in.

"We have called you here, because the Union is constantly expanding its reach and influence. You represent the best of the galaxies hired guns: you are those who are called out to chase the bounties of those who make the powerful, angry. You represent the exact sort of 'power' that the Union exists to assist, to develop, and to benefit from.

What I am offering you is a chance to become a part of the Union. I propose that here today a pact is formed. A alliance of sorts is made. Today, a new guild of Bounty Hunters shall be formed. Backed by the power of the Union, there will be no one beyond your reach."

And he fell silent, awaiting the response of the cadre of bounty hunters.

Nebael continued wawing his staff around and listened the deal the union people would be offereing to them.

"I am here to make an offer that will be beneficial to everyone here. All that I ask is you consider your options very carefully before making a decision."

Nebael laughed inside his mask for a second and then remembered, that he wasn`t supposed to be here alone, but If that ubese wouldn`t appear Nebael guessed, that the deal was up to him for their part. Nebael put the gaffi stick to his and took his comlink calling for Kra`el.

"Kra`el you no good lazy ubese! get your butt over here and fast!" Nebael was of course away from the others and he was getting worried when no one answered.

Nebael curses and turns back to the others shrugging.

"My friend ain`t coming...few difficulties with our ship you see, but back to the matter at hand." Nebael smiles "what do I have to lose in this deal? Nothing..well perhaps my life, but we are already dead in away so I`m in...my name is Nebael..." Nebael smiled leaning against few crates..

(OOC: Kra`el is very busy and he can`t take part in this rp...or any others for a while propably...he`ll be back...)

Nebael smiles when he sees the weapons and turns to look at the crate behind him, he opens it with his gaffi stick and puts it on his belt, then he picks up a blaster and throws his old one away. He smiles trying it and shoots at the wall making the other bounty hunters propably jump in the air in case this was a set up. Nebael laughs slightly, his laugh was empty and deep. Nebael fills his bag with some tools, explosives and weapons enough for him and Kra`el, finally he picks up a heavy blaster rifle, which had a tripod on the top. He runs his hand on the weapon smiling and attaches it in his back, he leaves the warehouse and the other bounty hunters behind.

" This will be a very profitable relationship for us all Tir Esias "Nebeal smiles when he takes a step into the sunlight.

He walks trough the crowd towards the spaceport and when he arrives at the ship there was no one around his ship, well actually his and Kra`els ship. He walked in and banged the wall with his gaffi stick yelling.

"Kra`el! You no good Ubese where are you? I brought you a present." Nebael smiled.

He walked in and saw no one, he checked every room yelling for Kra`el and finally put the new weaponry in a closet before sitting down. He ripped his hair and shrugged. "Odd" he thought, why wouldn`t Kra`el take their ship if he would screw him or leave him? Propably was too scared or something, but now he had to meet that Union man once more. He locked the doors of The Krayt`s Fang and began to sleep to regain strength for new profitable reltionship.