District A- Casino Backroom
"Ho ho ho..." The Hutt gurgled.
"Mi no Gaggalak. Yanee dah poo noo. No. Mi bosco de mu moolee."
"The Mighty Jabba likes how you speak. He likes how you think. Most of all, he likes how you kneel. But he would not ask you to turn against your allies. That would be bad for business. He has a different contract in mind."
The corners of Hutt's slimy cheeks curled into a smile. Perhaps his cheeks were the only parts of his fat body that were still mobile.
"Dengar no noa-a-uyat. Goo kachu than uyat. No ku. Ku yanah coto da eetha."
"As for Dengar, Jabba believes that he was more trouble than he was worth. As his killer, you have proven yourself to be of more worth to him than some washed-up hunter from Corellia. The contract he is offering you requires skill and subtlety. Dengar lacked these traits."
"Cheespa Champio no Murishani"
"A Champion is more valuable than a Hunter."
"No Murishanis. Mi Moocha Nal Hutta. Ku wan koose rowka copah. Bargon u noa-a-uyat"
"He does not need assassins or body guards. He has assassins and body guards. Tonight, he needs a thief. Whilst intoxicated, Jabba sold an item of value to his partner, Sorc Tormo, for a fraction of its worth. The Exalted One wants Glorious Jewel of Nal Hutta back. He will reward you for your services."
The Droid's tone betrayed his words. Despite his dire warning, he remained chipper and upbeat. He had been programmed to be little else.
"Mi wah ning chee kosthpa murishani tytung ye wanya yoskah."
"And if you cross him, he will place a bounty on your head so large that every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be on your tail. Prudence will only be the beginning. Stay on his Majesty's good side. For your own health."
"Ning Chee? Ku's. No wanta yanee noa-a-uyat."
"As for the rest of the vault, you are welcome to take whatever you please. Jabba does not concern himself with small prizes."
"Ku ye?"
"The Mighty Jabba is offering you a contract, Karasu Tengu. Will you take it?"
@Yun Lee @Atomic Knight
District B- Mall
[BOOM]
Trudgen's cracked mask shattered like glass. Obsidian steel was sent skidding across the food hall's floors, a trail of crimson skidding in its wake. A hundreds camera's flashed. The crowd roared and cheer at Trudgen's death, completely unaware of the danger they had just been in.
TRUDGEN REN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: CRUSHED BY DANIEL DIAZ AND SHOT POINT-BLANK BY MARKUS KRUBER
Markus' collar began to beep.
//BOUNTY ADDED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 2,011,000 CREDITS//
The large holographic screens that littered the food hall began to flicker. The advertisements they had been playing on loop suddenly stopped playing. They were replaced by a breaking news broadcast.
MURDERER!
MARKUS KRUBER RECORDED KILLING TRUDGEN REN!
The pair are believed to be participants in the controversial Champions of the Arena Tournament on Planet Prudence. Any information regarding the whereabouts of this threat to public safety must be passed on to your local law enforcement agency. Cash rewards will be provided to anyone who can provide information that might lead to the arrest of Markus Kruber. This broadcast is sponsored by the OBLIVION Energy.
BOUNTY RAISED
MARKUS KRUBER WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE
IN ADDITIONAL TO SORC TORMO'S BOUNTY, HANDING MARKUS KRUBER OVER TO THE PRUDENCE POLICE WILL EARN A HUNTER AN ADDITIONAL 1,000,000 CREDITS AND TEMPORARY LEGAL IMMUNITY.
Looks like someone in the city's propaganda office had it in for Mr.Kruber.
The crowd were already reaching for their phones to call in Markus' 'crime'.
@Crunch @Yun Lee @Takumi @Gummi Bunnies @Atomic Knight
District B- Bar--Streets
"Oh, I---sure!" Frost cried nervously. He turned back to the bartender.
"Do you, er--- have any spare bottles?"
"Empty bottles?"
"Yeah?"
"No."
"Oh, that's fine..." The Demon stammered. He clumsily pressed the remaining cups together and tried to lift them as a single unit. Two of the remaining six slipped from his grasp and shattered against the floorboards. The bartender rolled her eyes and searched for a mop. An opportunity presented itself. Frost dropped the remaining cups and stretched his tail over the bar. He forced open the registers and removed a handful of credit chips. The bartender was still distracted. The patrons were to drunk to care. He reached over the bottle or two, before bee-lining to the door.
"I've got the driving money you needed, Bag-Girl."
"Damnit! Who did--"
"And we need to hit the road. I say we just follow the skyscrapers and hope for the best?"
Vamp sighed. He tipped his glass back and finished the last dredges of his drink.
View attachment 4648
"Killing Sorc Tormo..." He whispered.
"As comfortable as I am with my fate, I will admit that it... troubles me to know that my captor lives. Perhaps he is unworthy. Perhaps he does not deserve to take my life. Perhaps... perhaps..."
Vamp sat up from his seat at the bar and let his stool tip over.
"Fine. I'll come, so long as you don't call me Christ again. It spurs bad memories."
@Jeremi
District C- Slums
"Of course it bothers me too." Ventress snapped under her breath. She gave Chise a side-eyed glare.
"Astute observation. I've stood where they stand now. I know exactly how they feel. How they suffer. I'd rather not relive those days, thank you."
The girl smiled up at Chise with wet, hopeful eyes. She took her ring and her tie and held them close to her heart.
"Thank you, Miss! Thank you!"
The Child vanished down a distant alleyway, crying out for her mother. For the first time in decades, a child cried out with joy in the City's Third District.
The child stuck out like a sore thumb against the miserable backdrop. The sound caught they ears of a dozen pariahs. They sheepishly approached the Champions with curious eyes. They pride had been stripped away years ago. They bit the bullet and reached out to the Champions as they passed by...
"Please...."
"Anything... We'll take anything..."
"A coin... A swab of clothing..."
"I've been working my whole life for crumbs... Please! Some food would..."
"--she needs medicine... My child needs medicine... Please.."
Hundreds of desperate hands reached out towards the Champions. They hands were cupped. Their hungry bellies called for them to beg.
"Pleas...!"
"Please..."
"Please..."
"Please..."
There were too many to help. Too many to cry for. Too many hopeless eyes staring out at you. Every broken window you passed presented another shattered face. With every step you took, home seemed to drift further away. The bridge seemed to get further away too. You see nothing but suffering. Nothing but starvation. The scattered, needy starvation could do little but whisper prayers to you... prayers for mercy, prayers for kindness..
[BANG]
A gunshot shook the city to its core. The beggars turned and ran back into their 'homes' and crumbling shelters. They knew who had fired into the skies.
View attachment 4649
[PAN HANDLING IN THE CAPITAL CITY IS A CAPITAL OFFENCE NO MATTER HOW QUIET// CLEAR THE STREETS BEFORE FORCE IS REQUIRED//]
LW-11 lowered its rifle. The remaining pariahs cleared the area.
[///DO NOT GIVE TO THE PARIAHS// THEY'RE DOGS. YOU'RE ENCOURAGING THEM// WE'VE BLOCKADED THIS TOWN FOR A REASON. THESE ANIMALS HAVE NO PLACE IN THE GLORIOUS DISTRICT B// PRAISE MAYOR CLUTH///]
The Commando Droid saluted.
[///LW-11 APOLOGISES// YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE HAD TO SEE THIS CITY'S UNDERBELLY// THE PARASITES THAT CLING TO THE BELLY OF OUR NOBEL BEAST SHOULD HAVE BEEN BURNED AWAY DECADES AGO, IF YOU ASK LW-11// LW-11 WELCOMES YOU TO PLANET PRUDENCE ON BEHALF OF MAYOR CLUTH/// ALL PRAISE MAYOR CLUTH!///]
A recorded trumpet fanfare echoed from inside the droid's cracked casing.
[LW-11 HAS BEEN SENT INTO THIS FILTHY DIVE-TOWN TO DIRECT YOU TO THE MAJOR'S OFFICE. HE FEARS THAT YOU MIGHT GET LOST, OR WORSE, BRUTALLY MURDERED, WITHOUT LW-11'S DIRECTIONS. PRAISE MAYOR CLUTH'S FORESIGHT!]
The fanfare sounded again.
[///IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO FOLLOW LW-11, LW-11 CAN LEAD YOU TO THE DISTRICT C'S MAYOR'S OFFICE! PRAISE LORD MAYOR CLUTH!///]
Another fanfare.
[///OF COURSE, THIS IN AN INVITATION, NOT A COMMAND!/// IGNORE THIS POLITE INVITATION AND YOUR EXIT RIGHTS WILL BE REVOKED, AND THE BORDER GUARDS WILL BE GIVEN A POLITE 'SHOOT-ON-SIGHT' ORDER FROM SAINT CLUTH!/// LORD MAYOR CLUTH IMPLORES YOUR TO ACCEPT HIS INVITATION! ALL HAIL LORD SAINT MAYOR CLUTH!///]
Yet another fanfare cracked from LW-11's internal speaker. The Commando Droid seemed fairly insistent.
@Takumi @Jeremi @amwexia @York
District A- Streets
[PING-PING-PING-PING]
View attachment 4650
The creature's radar sounded. Disoriented by his pain and the shrill sound, the creature jumped onto the defensive. His raised his Imperialist arm canon and waved it around frantically in search of a target. His sudden movements made his already weak legs tremble. He fell onto his back and flickered out of sight once again. The jerking glow of his weapon's sights was the only hint to his whereabouts.
"Stay back!" Trace yelled, searching for his foe in the shadows.
"The Hunt of a Kriken is not to be interfered with! My prey has been marked! I shall return to her! Get in my way, and my hands are tied. I will kill you! I will---" His voice trembled. His pain was injuries were slowly getting the better of him.
"I---will---for my people!"
@Ottonomous Ghost
District A- Uptown
"Hmph! Delusion?" Akuma snorted. "You
reek of it."
View attachment 4651
Flames surged forth from Akuma's person. His ki began to rise. He bared his teeth and brought his hands together at his side.
"You aren't worth my time. Not worth my effort. Now fall, before my Shakunestu Hadoken!!"
Akuma forced a flaming ball of ki from his fingers. The ball of light, like the breath of a dragon, consumed the air between them and added it to its mass. The blast exploded mere inches from Kurome's megaphone, dousing her in fire and pain.
"Burn!"
A wave of heat consumed her. The force of the flames was enough to bring beads of sweat to even Victor's skin.
@Raynar Saassin @Crunch
Sewers
Greedo's finger came down upon his trigger like a hammer to an anvil. It was his DT-12 Blaster against her STA-61. Just like the Old West.
View attachment 4652
"MACLUNKEY!"
Greedo shot first, as he always had and always would.
His shot grazed Maya's shoulder and neck, before soaring by and striking the bricks behind her. A messy shot. It didn't do enough damage to warrant a letter home.
Maya's shot, however, had struck true. The her shot struck the Rodian's shoulder and sent him stumbling back. He knocked down a crate or two as he fell.
"Chuba doompa, dopa-maskey kung!" He spat.
"Bantha Poodoo!"
Cradling his wound with one hand, Greedo crawled back behind another contraband box. He stayed low, not daring to raise his head above his cover.
"Echuta!" He taunted.
"Karking Sleemo!"
@dark
____________________
@York
District B- Lucky Shot's Gun Store
The bell above the Lucky Shot's door rang as the T-800 lumbered through it, grabbing the cashier's attention.
"Ah, a customer!" She cried, turning away from her ledger.
"Welcome to the Lucky Shot! If you're looking for covering fire, we've got you covered! We sell bullets by the bucket load. Anything from sniper shells to plasma shots. You strike me as a heavy arms kind of man, so what will it be today? Grenade launchers? A turret machine gun? Plasma launcher or... maybe a couple of bazookas?"
The cashier slapped with eagerly and cried out with verve.
"Go on. Tell me you have to creds for a bazooka?!"
@York