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Post by Jiang on Mar 13, 2008 19:01:21 GMT -5
Santrell, a husky 6" 7' human with a shaved head, more tatoos than you can shake a stick at, and a seriously bad attitude, didn't know that his d00M was impending. The man was dressed in jeans, a black leather biker's jacket with all manner of spikes and whatnot, and wearing a fairly generic pair of black boots. The thug leaped out of his chair as Dom kicked his door in, and he had a disrputor pistol in hand a moment later. "Who the F*** are you, ya ugly piece o' slime!? And what are ya doin' in my F***in' home!?" The rather foulmouthed man roared, clearly thinking that he was vastly superior to all other sentient life. Sadly for him, his attitude was about to get an adjustment.
Jakie followed Dom's advice, and kept the place locked up tight. She went upstairs to the fairly large office that came with the Cantina, sat down behind her desk, and pulled up a FPS on her computer.
M'aiq was... Still jogging back to the Cantina, and not terribly likely to get back anytime soon.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Mar 13, 2008 19:10:26 GMT -5
Dom extended an opened hand, lightning quick. Balling it into a fist, the disruptor exploded as an other-worldly (Scum like him did not recognise what mastery of the force could do) power smashed his weapon into a blackened and smashed metal rod. "Kneel." Dom commanded, extending to fingers in Santrell's direction, then pointing to the floor infront of him. A low, impercepitble rumble was heard, as he was forced to his feet and held there. "You will tell me what you desire with Jackie Nyobi, and quickly, if you wish to keep all 20 fingers and toes." He said. The command was not a mind trick; Dom deeply enjoyed torturing the information out of his victims for practice; Mind tricks were a last resort, around something as hard-willed and cowardly as a Toydarian. The Gold/Cortosis Obsidian blade made it's over-flourished entrance now, looking twice as macabre and twice as terrifying, now pointed in his direction and probably about to be used.
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Post by Jiang on Mar 13, 2008 19:18:22 GMT -5
Santrell yelped in terror as his pistol turned into a rod by some supernatural power, and then as he was forced to kneel. He tried to stand, but he was locked in place, as if clenched by a invisible vise. The once big and tuff Santrell now cowered in fear as Dom began the interrogation. He was about to say 'screw you' in reply to Dom's demand for information, but the sight of the dagger quickly changed his mind. "I... She... Uh..." He stuttered, unsure of exactly what to say. There were a lot of different things he wanted to do with Jakie, none of them exactly legal. He decided to pick one of the things, and tell it and not the others. "I... I was gonna take her to the Hutts! They're always lookin' for hot young things to be their dancing girls, y'know?" He replied, trembling a little.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Mar 13, 2008 19:26:50 GMT -5
"You know what the republic DOES to slavers this near the core?" Dom grinned, sensing that while this was a truth, it was not the one he wanted. "Do you know how many RING BOXES I could send you to them in, and still not allow you to die?" He asked, walking in circles around the cowering scumbag. "And I know that isn't all you planned to do with her." He growled, sinisterly. The force amplified his voice; it was literally closing in on the man from all directions. "This rock..." He said, producing a stone about the size of a dime, ".... Would take only a minute to burn through your entire body, if I strung you up by your achillies heels on meat hooks, and dropped it onto the ball of your foot." The rock, as if on command, began to glow an angry, hot-looking red. "How long would it take a single grain of sand to do the same, in each foot?" He asked, tossing the red-hot stone casually onto one of the man's bent knees. True to his word, the stone burnt through the leg in less than 10 seconds; it hit the wood floor and cooled. Dom silenced, basking in the man's tortured screams for mercy. "Now, again? Or does pinnochio want to grow a few inches of nose and another hole?" He asked, smiling evilly.
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Post by Jiang on Mar 13, 2008 19:33:41 GMT -5
Santrell screamed in agony as the stone burned a path clean through his leg, instantly cauterizing the wound so that, thankfully, he wasn't bleeding. "You Son of A B***!" He cried out, barely able to remain concious. [He's a weakling.] "Ya want the truth!? Fine! I wanted to have some fun of my own with her before I took her to the slavers!" He stated, fear weighing heavily on the man's voice. "Take me to the cops, but don't do anything else to me!" He pleaded. He just prayed that Dom didn't ask what he had been doing while in Jakie's apartment...
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Mar 13, 2008 19:46:12 GMT -5
"Interesting." Dom said, smiling evilly. For some odd reason, his eyes weren't normal; they were yellow and red, like that of a sith. "Strike TWO, Gaberiel...." Dom said. A chain rattled; he tossed a long chain on the floor, infront of Gabe. On each end, were two long hooks; not meat hooks as Dom promised, but cruelly barbed and jagged hooks with other jagged hooks bending in the opposite direction the point faced. "You know how good these are going to feel going through your legs, Gabriel." Dom said, producing a glass testtube. It had seemingly nothing in it, although two small specks at the curved glass bottom caught the eye of a wary observer. "And you know how much better they're going to feel, on the way out..." He said, picking up the chain, and finding suitable studs in the ceiling. "You're about to know the true meaning of agony in mere moments, Gabriel." Dom said, using his real name once more, to further demean and humiliate him. "I just hope you scream louder than my last plaything." He said, punching a hole through the ceiling, and dragging the chains across the ceiling, punching another hole with the tip, and dragging the other end taught. Now two vicious meat hooks hung from the cieling, and the sand particles in the cork-stoppered bottle were waved infront of the terrified man. "Now please. Take a moment to either come clean, or to stretch your vocal chords for the longest amount of screaming you've ever done, since you were spawned." He said, grabbing a barbed hook for emphasis. Usually, a victim got about this far, before breaking and confessing their every sin to this diety-like being. Dom liked the hardheaded ones, that managed to strike out.
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Post by Jiang on Mar 13, 2008 19:54:08 GMT -5
One look at the test tube and the barbed ends of the chain were all that was needed to convince Santrell to spill his guts. "All right, all right! I'll come clean!" He yelped, eyes wide in complete horror. "I... I broke into her apartment and hid a few cameras to... To watch her..." He admitted, figuring that Dom's imagination would fill in the blanks there. "I got a few pics of her in... Revealing moments... And I saved the images to my computer, over there... That's it, thats all I did, I swear on my momma's grave! Please, I beg you, take me to the cops! Or the Hutts! Just don't torture me!!" He whimpered, breaking down and balling like a schoolgirl. He looked so pathetic, it would probably be considered humane to put a round through his heart, but the monster deserved worse than such a merciful punishment.
Meanwhile, M'aiq had made it back to the Cantina, and he and Jakie were curled up on the couch in the office, watching old horror vids.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Mar 13, 2008 20:09:32 GMT -5
[[[ Spouses or BF/GF? ]]]
~2 hours later~
Dom kept his eyes averted from the screen as 1 by 1, images of Jackie in lewd poses flashed across the screen, into the memory stick that he'd brought for just such an occasion. He finished copying the data, and sent commands for all cameras to be shut off, and begin their tracking protocols; they began to flash bright red lights and beep loudly, every two minutes. When his work was done, he drove a saber through the computer's datacore, ruining any evidence the police may have had. The place had no tangible evidence that he'd been here; the entire hour it took the computer to download the entire collection of pictures and videos had been more than enough to allow him to sterilize the place of his existence. Retrieving his equipment, (which was now clean and hidden away on him once more) he left, squishing through the apartment. "Don't worry Gabriel. I'm sure the police will find you SOONER or later." He said, patting the man sympathetically on the forehead. "You were a good boy to fess up to your crimes, and I hope you learned your lesson." He said, walking out the door, and wiping his feet off. "I bid you adieu." He said, bowing to Gabriel, then dissapearing in the lift.
"You remember nothing of my presence." He waved his hand and said casually at the building manager, not stopping, slowing, or even looking at him as he sashayed out the door. "That was fun...." He said aloud, as he walked off to catch a taxi.
"<OH MY GODS!!>" The ithorian female screamed terrified, stepping away from the sight of the carnage beyond the splintered door. Gabriel, [really, what was left of him,] was literally splattered all around the room. His legs were seperated from his torso, nailed to the walls, as were his arms. They made a decorative crucifix pattern, next to the words "SINNERS DIE" on the wall, written in still-fresh blood. Insides were all over the place, and blood was pooled in various points of the room. The ithorian lived directly under this room, and red stains in her ceiling promted a swift investigation. "<No.... Can't happen!! Couldn't have happened!! Dead!! DEAD!!>" She babbled, before fainting and falling face-first into some ichor piled just inside the door with a wet splat. Indeed, Gabriel would be given to the cops, in a timely fashion as promised. His head (skinned and without eyeballs or a lower jaw) was the crown centerpeice of the entire room, mounted on the top of a spear in the center of the room. True to his word, Dom made this man suffer, until LONG after he should've succumbed to his wounds.
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Post by Jiang on Mar 13, 2008 20:28:55 GMT -5
[[BF/GF] Hehe, enjoy dealing with Gabe, did ya?]
In the two hours that had passed, Jakie had fallen asleep in M'aiq's arms, who was barely clinging to a state of awareness. He yawned and glanced at his watch, noting that it was now ten o'clock. He chuckled ran his hand through the fur on her right shoulder, a smile on his face. "It IS way past your bed-time, isn't it?" He said softly, knowing full well that Jakie was such a heavy sleeper that there was no way he had waken her. Then, without warning, the news popped on, made an announcement about the Ritual murder of one Gabe Santrell, a suspected slaver and thug. M'aiq shook his head and was barely able to supress a laugh. He made a mental note to give Dom an extra ten thousand for that one.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Mar 13, 2008 20:37:38 GMT -5
[[ Not nearly as much as Dom did. ]] "Ah, my reputation precedes me then...." Dom said loudly, flicking on the lights. He allowed M'aiq a moment to smooth out his puffed up fur, and tried to stifle a laugh upon viewing the now 3-foot feather-duster looking ball of fur he called a tail. "And it seems I haven't been the only... BUSY.... sentient..." He said, walking further in and prepairing a glass of well-earned fire-whiskey. "In any case, Jackie's problems are no more." He said, looking once at the empty shotglass in his hand, and the half-empty bottle. Tossing the cap over his shoulder and into the incinerator, he gulped down the entire thing in one long drag. "Ahh, good s**t, good s**t." He said, rubbing his nose and stretching a little, as if in preperation for strentuous activity. "You must remember to wake sleeping beauty and tell her the happy news in the morning." He said, turning to M'aiq, after pouring a glass of Juma Juice. Dom was a lover of all things exotic and liquory, and in doing so had aquired a tast/tolerance for their side effects. In truth, he hadn't been drunk in several years. He was on a mild buzz though, and sipped the Juma slowly as he spoke.
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Post by Jiang on Mar 13, 2008 20:49:44 GMT -5
M'aiq nearly leaped to his feet as Dom flicked on the lights. In fact, the only thing that prevented him from doing just that was the fact that Jakie was laying more or less completly on top of him. He gently slid out from under her, taking care not to wake her. He stood up, stretched, and walked over to Dom. He chuckled at his comment about busy sentients, but otherwise ignored it. "Don't worry, I will. I'd wake her now, but I'm pretty sure that she'd shoot me." He chuckled, glancing back at Jakie as she rolled onto her side in her sleep. "Say, Dom, she told me that Santrell had busted into her apartment. Any idea what he was doing in there?" M'aiq asked, remembering that little detail. "Oh, and here's your money, plus a little extra." He added, holding out a rather thick envelope containing a voucher worth 35,000 credits.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Mar 13, 2008 21:01:32 GMT -5
"This.... Is for Jackie. I trust you won't compromise the contents...." Dom said, now serious. He produced a memory chip no bigger than a quarter. "She can keep it. I'll get another." He said, dismissively. "The answer to that particular question lies on the chip, and I suggest she be allowed to see it first, or there could be problems." Dom said, ominously. "Thank you kindly....." Dom said, nodding slightly as he accepted the envelope and tucked it away in a pocket under his cloak. "Well, there's no more need for my kind here now, so I'll leave you two." He said, shaking M'aiq's gargantuan hand and leaving, with his obsidian black cloak flaring out behind him.
Dom left the keycard on the bar where Jackie could find it, and then left, as the door locked shut behind him. He walked out, climbing up the side of the building as readily as a spider would it's own web. He jumped from porch to crag; crag to sill, etc. He came to a stop as he jumped onto his own outdoor deck, and opened the lock via the force. He entered and de-armed himself, in the almost barren room. Fish and a large, exotic fragrence/beauty plant on the wall were the only living things in this all-grey apartment; he put his clothes and things in the closet by the door (It had been welded shut; the only entrance was through the frequently locked window, to prevent normal intruders from entering easily) and went to bed.
~Morning~
[[ Are they officially dating, or thinking about it? ]]
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Post by Jiang on Mar 13, 2008 21:17:14 GMT -5
[Thinking about it.]
M'aiq covered Jakie with a thick knit blanket to keep her warm, then layed down and fell asleep on the floor in front of the couch, since his apartment had been fumigated that morning, and he couldn't stand the smell in there yet.
Jakie was the first to awake stretching out with a loud yawn. She opened her eyes, looked around, and was slightly surprised to see M'aiq laying on the floor, snoring. She giggled, kicked the blanket off her, stood up, then walked over to M'aiq. "M'aiq... Wake up!" She stated, planting her hands on her hips and smiling down at the snoozing male. After a moment, she gave up and started to walk away, only to feel a pillow catch her squarely in her lower back. She whirled around, and sure enough, M'aiq was awake and grinning.
He stood up, walked over to her, and produced the memory chip Dom had given him from a pocket in his shirt. "Here. Dom said that this was yours. He also made a point to tell me not to look at it. Dunno why, but Dom's always been a smart guy, so..." He stated, shrugging a little. Jakie took the little chip, c0cked her head slightly, then walked over to her desk. She sat down in her plush leather chair, slid the card into the appropriate slot, and almost instantly shrieked in horror. She couldn't believe that she had been caught so exposed! Pictures of her in the shower, the dressing room, and more... "So THIS is what Santrell did to my apartment!" She growled, popping the card out of the reader slot and tossing it straight into the incinerator. M'aiq wisely didn't ask any questions, instead he went downstairs and began to get the Cantina ready for business, so that Jakie wouldn't have to.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Mar 13, 2008 21:27:12 GMT -5
Dom was out once more again, tower-surfing for lack of things to do, since he could't legally hunt anyone new, until his previous case was sorted out. Doing a back-spinning dive and landing on the back of a speeder, he landed so hard that the thing visibly shook. The driver was scared, but it passed once he realized he wasn't on fire, or going down. He spent a while up top, and found himself conviently nearing Jackie's place again. Jumping off three high-speed cruisers in quick succession, he was on the steel walkway outside her bar. Walking in about 10 minutes after opening, he sat down at his usual spot. "Mornin' all." He said, spinning to face the bar, and in mid-spin, leaned. He almost whacked face-first into Jackie, who didn't flinch, or even waver. Something was amiss. "What?" He asked, already knowing the contents of the chip she'd gotten back were involved in this somehow.
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Post by Jiang on Mar 13, 2008 21:33:47 GMT -5
Jakie was still pretty furious over what she had seen, or more accuratly, what Santrell had seen. She finally loosend up as Dom whirled into the cantina, but only a little. "Tell me, for the love of God, that you kept your eyes closed while you downloaded the files." She said quietly, while M'aiq was fiddling around in the back room, trying to find a can of soda.
M'aiq felt pretty sorry for Jakie. He didn't know exactly what was on the data chip, but he had a feeling that it had been something really embarressing for her. He knew one thing though, and that was that he wasn't going to ask. He continued to fiddle around in the fridge, trying to find a can of soda, when a bottle of orange juice tumbled down from the top shelf of the tall storage fridge and landed right on top of his head. He growled slightly and rubbed his noggin, then stooped to pick up the still-closed bottle and replace it in the fridge.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Mar 13, 2008 21:42:14 GMT -5
"I am above the likes of him." Dom said, wounded that she would think so lowly of him. "If I was sent to slay a peeping tom, would I stoop to commiting the crime I was sent to punish?" He asked; even one as jaded as him could barely be able to withstand her withering gaze. "I did not look. Be relieved in the fact that my own gaze was averted." He said, standing. "If there isn't anything else you need killed...." He asked and turning to leave, suddenly realizing he couldn't stand to be in the same room as Jackie, let alone M'aiq as well... Moradin forbid he knew about the contents of that chip, lest he TOO be paranoid. It WAS fun while it lasted, the torture though. Dom wished there was something right now he could take it all out on... He pushed away those thoughts, saving them for later.
[[ Night J-man. ]]
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Post by Jiang on Mar 13, 2008 21:50:55 GMT -5
[G'night, Raf.]
Jakie sighed in relief, and almost instantly, her warm, friendly demeanour returned. "Thanks Dom. I owe you a lot." She replied, a smile creeping over her muzzle. "Come on, let me get you something to drink." She said, walking towards the bar. She wasn't going to take no for an answer, so she already had out a shotglass and was rifling through her stocks of beverages to find something suitable for Dom. At the same time, M'aiq came out of the back room, holding a can of soda in hand and thoughtfully rubbing his sore forehead. "I take it the orange juice defeated you..." Jakie teased, kneeling behind the bar so that she could find a unique drink for Dom. She finally found it, a fifty year old bottle of Republic Firewhisky. The drink of a hero. She set it on the counter, and stood up. "Will this do?" She asked, pushing the bottle forward a few inches so that Dom could read the label. M'aiq had come out from behind the bar, and now occupied his usual barstool. The big furrball would occasionally look around at the bar, but he was more interested in his drink then he was much else.
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Post by Kye ! on Mar 13, 2008 22:13:49 GMT -5
Shanya woke up alone as usual. She sighed and took a shower. She got dressed then head for breakfast. When she got there, she waited a couple of minutes before entering. It seemed she would be the only onne there other than the owner. Some people went in so she decided now was her time. She went in and sat where she normaly sat at the counter. She talked to the owners once in a while...but only for a breif moment. She wiped her eyes as she looked around. Being alone had its downers...actually everything about it was a downer. She looked around to see that everyone seemed to be having a good morning. Woop.
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Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Mar 14, 2008 7:15:52 GMT -5
Dom grunted once, and payed no attention. M'aiq walked in; Dom turned away from either of them, determined to keep away eye contact. It was hard enough to sit there anyway..... His commlink beeped once loudly. Scooping it up instantly, and grateful for the interruption, he answered it:
Once again, your skills have come in use to better the republic which we are all very grateful for. As can be expected, bringing this public danger in to justice will not have been done without the compensation promised; All the necissary paperwork has been completed and your expensies, plus reward have been transferred to your account. Once again, the republic thanks you kindly; please keep up the good work and remain on the right side of the law.
The hologram finished playing out and the fat politician's avatar, delivering the message had fizzled out into nothingness. "Jackpot~!" Dom muttered, cheered a little. The large bounty he'd spoken of was finally through all the red tape, and the buerocratic crapola was done with, at least until his next catch was landed. Instantly, he took out his datapad and updated it, crossing off the name. "Lesse.... M'gaka'mblaka S'ruissiyu...." He muttered the name, scrolling up and down the endless list of possible bounties. "Ah...." He found the name, and scribbled it off the list; the central bounty hunter's beuro would recieve this message, and update their computer. "Now, which looks like a promising bounty to you?" He asked, handing it to Jackie. All their names and information were displayed, and the bounties (well into the multimillions) were off to the farthest right. The largest of them being a crime/druglord, with nearly 33 systems backing him to 500,000,000,000 credits, and the least being a mass-murderer, valued at 500,000 credits. Including them, everything inbetween the two were free and fair game, yet to be claimed by other bounty hunters.
[[ If you read the charrie profile I posted J-man, then you know that I wanted to bring a new charrie in to cause certain special complications.... ]]
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Post by Jiang on Mar 15, 2008 14:52:23 GMT -5
[Ooo, just read the profile! And I have only three words to say: Bring-Belphegor-in!]
Jakie, who hadn't noticed Shanya yet, leaned over to bar to look at Dom's list of bounties. She furrowed her brow in thought for a moment, then she smirked and leaned back. "I'd go for the Druglord. He'd be a worthy challenge for you, I think." She commented, absentmindedly grabbing a washrag and wiping off the bar.
M'aiq noticed Shanya come in, and he gave her a smile and a nod in greetings. He stood up, walked around behind the bar, and stood in front of Shanya. "What can I get you this fine morning?" He asked, placing a blue menu in front of her. [Yeesh, sorry for the uber-short post.]
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