Author's note: This is my first SW ff ever...so please be kind...though I
can handle flames...:-D
[shameless plug]Thrawn-You idiot! you haven't put up the Who Wants to Be a
Tyrant story yet![/shameless plug]
right...forgot about that...keep an eye out for it, readers, okay? On to the story!
Jal and the others appeared before the massive building that was their objective. Jal got out of his speeder and moved to the front door. His black suit mingling with the perfect dark of night. It would make the explosions all the more visible once they were escaping. 162,500 credits would be the reward. Seemed good enough. He got out of his speeder and raised his arm to slam the door. Just as his arm was about to strike, a little mechanical eye appeared and chirped "state your business." "I am Greos Lott along with my associates. We are here to meet Jardo the Hutt." The eye retracted back into the wall and then the massive doors started to slide open kicking up dust into Jal's eyes which made him turn away for a second. The roaring sound of a YT-1300 freighter moving in for a landing in the hanger bay 50 meters above Jal made him feel a little more relaxed. "That's our escape" he thought to himself. Once the doors opened up a few meters to reveal the dark area inside, Jal stepped in. A Weequay was standing there with a blaster rifle. "Let's go" he mumbled. After walking through a winding corridor that smelled of bantha poo and was guarded heavily, Jal could see light coming from a well lit room which poured into the winding corridor only a few steps ahead. They reached a large and lively room filled with dancers, games, and plenty of drug users. Jal spotted four doorways leading away from this room. The one to the front of the room had a flight of stairs leading up to the sound of a Hutt's disturbing laugh. The Weequay spoke again as he walked ahead of them. "Make yourselves at home. Jardo will see you soon." The guards were being quite bad at their job and were hunched over a game of Sabacc. "We need to split up and figure out where these hallways lead." The weequay dissappeared into a corridor going to the left. "Any bets that he's Fal'Quey?" Xenos looked around at his surroundings. There were the guards playing Sabacc in the distance, the rest of his assassin teammates around him, and four doorways, each leading to a different direction. Xenos decided that he would take the hallway leading to the left of the room he was currently in, for his gut instinct had *instructed* him. Xenos knew never to question his gut.
"I'll take the left passage," Xenos whispered to Jal. "I just hope my gut is right about this!" It seemed quite obvious that Jardo would be up those flight of stairs, so that would be the final destination. Jal went on to the door nearest the guards on the right side of the room. That left only 2 more hallways to be scouted out by Reg and Stow. "We'll meet back in the main room in 10 minutes. Don't screw this up." Condyloma heard the deep laughter coming from the hutt.
"I'm not going in there by myself," he thought. "Uh, I'll take the other door, without fatso, I"ll be back in 10" Xenos headed up the left flight of stairs and stopped at the top. There was a door behind it with no apparent way of opening it. Then he noticed it had an ID scanner. "****." Xenos whispered to himself. (How the hell am I supposed to get past that?¦ He decided it was more trouble it was worth to find someone capable of opening it, knock em out, and then use their ID, so he decided to attempt to steal one from a guard. Fortunately, the guards were still very deeply involved with the sabacc game to notice Xenos sneaking up to them. Xenos spotted the ID card on the guard nearest him and quickly snatched it. He then ran back up the stairs. I hope that I don¦t have to do anything like that again. Thought Xenos. He put the ID card on the scanner. The door slowly opened... Xenos entered the doorway and noticed nothing peculiar, so he kept moving forward. The hallway took many twists and turns, finally leading to another door. He saw 2 guards, and thought they might have seen him, but fortunately they were talking so their attention was not on him. Xenos hid behind a wall, the only thing between him, and blown cover. He heard the guards chatting about something, and then a new voice joined the conversation. It was the voice of a Weequay. (No doubt this is Fal¦ Quey.¦ Thought Xenos. He was about to move in further, but looked at his watch. "My ten minutes are just about up, better head back."
Regina carefully eased down the hallway she had been assigned, pulling a black mask over her face to make her even more dark. She heard a generator running, and she carefully made her way to it, but was stopped by a blast door. She spotted the controls nearby and opened the doors just enough for her to shimmy through, then closed them after her, only to be faced with another blast door. She openedit just enough to get through and closed it. The humming was much louder now. Looking at the generator, she saw a control panel and realized that this was the machine responsible for raising and lowering the door and the hangar bay door. She made a mental note of that fact and was about to continue on when she heard footsteps coming down the hallway towards her. She quickly ducked into a corner and willed the person not to see the panel's lights on her black outift. The man stopped, entered a three-digit code which Regina memorized, and, above her, a large door opened, which she assumed was the hangar bay door. Satisfied, the guard went back down the hall to where she heard snoring, then the sound of someone being slapped, "BACK TO WORK!" a voice bellowed, "Or do you want to hear from the big boss upstairs?" She heard some grumbling and footsteps going away from her. she eased herself down the hall and saw that it split in two directions. She saw that there was a door at the end of the hallway that read BARRACKS ROOM 3. Smiling, she pulled out a tube of plastic explosives and spread it acros the ceiling above the door, and above the ceiling of the hallway where she came from, in such a way to bring down the ceiling and block the hallway. She felt something buzz against her skin, with no noise, and realized she had two minutes to get back. She carefully made her way through the doors and back to the main room, smugly noting that she was the first one back, but someone else was coming up a hallway, so she wasn't THAT far ahead of everyone.
author end note: is it good? better? stinky? should I give up writing and become a lawyer?
*shudders* enough of that kind of talk!!
REVIEW BEFORE I SUE!
Even though I'm a poet and I don't know it, and I'm not a lawyer!
right...forgot about that...keep an eye out for it, readers, okay? On to the story!
Jal and the others appeared before the massive building that was their objective. Jal got out of his speeder and moved to the front door. His black suit mingling with the perfect dark of night. It would make the explosions all the more visible once they were escaping. 162,500 credits would be the reward. Seemed good enough. He got out of his speeder and raised his arm to slam the door. Just as his arm was about to strike, a little mechanical eye appeared and chirped "state your business." "I am Greos Lott along with my associates. We are here to meet Jardo the Hutt." The eye retracted back into the wall and then the massive doors started to slide open kicking up dust into Jal's eyes which made him turn away for a second. The roaring sound of a YT-1300 freighter moving in for a landing in the hanger bay 50 meters above Jal made him feel a little more relaxed. "That's our escape" he thought to himself. Once the doors opened up a few meters to reveal the dark area inside, Jal stepped in. A Weequay was standing there with a blaster rifle. "Let's go" he mumbled. After walking through a winding corridor that smelled of bantha poo and was guarded heavily, Jal could see light coming from a well lit room which poured into the winding corridor only a few steps ahead. They reached a large and lively room filled with dancers, games, and plenty of drug users. Jal spotted four doorways leading away from this room. The one to the front of the room had a flight of stairs leading up to the sound of a Hutt's disturbing laugh. The Weequay spoke again as he walked ahead of them. "Make yourselves at home. Jardo will see you soon." The guards were being quite bad at their job and were hunched over a game of Sabacc. "We need to split up and figure out where these hallways lead." The weequay dissappeared into a corridor going to the left. "Any bets that he's Fal'Quey?" Xenos looked around at his surroundings. There were the guards playing Sabacc in the distance, the rest of his assassin teammates around him, and four doorways, each leading to a different direction. Xenos decided that he would take the hallway leading to the left of the room he was currently in, for his gut instinct had *instructed* him. Xenos knew never to question his gut.
"I'll take the left passage," Xenos whispered to Jal. "I just hope my gut is right about this!" It seemed quite obvious that Jardo would be up those flight of stairs, so that would be the final destination. Jal went on to the door nearest the guards on the right side of the room. That left only 2 more hallways to be scouted out by Reg and Stow. "We'll meet back in the main room in 10 minutes. Don't screw this up." Condyloma heard the deep laughter coming from the hutt.
"I'm not going in there by myself," he thought. "Uh, I'll take the other door, without fatso, I"ll be back in 10" Xenos headed up the left flight of stairs and stopped at the top. There was a door behind it with no apparent way of opening it. Then he noticed it had an ID scanner. "****." Xenos whispered to himself. (How the hell am I supposed to get past that?¦ He decided it was more trouble it was worth to find someone capable of opening it, knock em out, and then use their ID, so he decided to attempt to steal one from a guard. Fortunately, the guards were still very deeply involved with the sabacc game to notice Xenos sneaking up to them. Xenos spotted the ID card on the guard nearest him and quickly snatched it. He then ran back up the stairs. I hope that I don¦t have to do anything like that again. Thought Xenos. He put the ID card on the scanner. The door slowly opened... Xenos entered the doorway and noticed nothing peculiar, so he kept moving forward. The hallway took many twists and turns, finally leading to another door. He saw 2 guards, and thought they might have seen him, but fortunately they were talking so their attention was not on him. Xenos hid behind a wall, the only thing between him, and blown cover. He heard the guards chatting about something, and then a new voice joined the conversation. It was the voice of a Weequay. (No doubt this is Fal¦ Quey.¦ Thought Xenos. He was about to move in further, but looked at his watch. "My ten minutes are just about up, better head back."
Regina carefully eased down the hallway she had been assigned, pulling a black mask over her face to make her even more dark. She heard a generator running, and she carefully made her way to it, but was stopped by a blast door. She spotted the controls nearby and opened the doors just enough for her to shimmy through, then closed them after her, only to be faced with another blast door. She openedit just enough to get through and closed it. The humming was much louder now. Looking at the generator, she saw a control panel and realized that this was the machine responsible for raising and lowering the door and the hangar bay door. She made a mental note of that fact and was about to continue on when she heard footsteps coming down the hallway towards her. She quickly ducked into a corner and willed the person not to see the panel's lights on her black outift. The man stopped, entered a three-digit code which Regina memorized, and, above her, a large door opened, which she assumed was the hangar bay door. Satisfied, the guard went back down the hall to where she heard snoring, then the sound of someone being slapped, "BACK TO WORK!" a voice bellowed, "Or do you want to hear from the big boss upstairs?" She heard some grumbling and footsteps going away from her. she eased herself down the hall and saw that it split in two directions. She saw that there was a door at the end of the hallway that read BARRACKS ROOM 3. Smiling, she pulled out a tube of plastic explosives and spread it acros the ceiling above the door, and above the ceiling of the hallway where she came from, in such a way to bring down the ceiling and block the hallway. She felt something buzz against her skin, with no noise, and realized she had two minutes to get back. She carefully made her way through the doors and back to the main room, smugly noting that she was the first one back, but someone else was coming up a hallway, so she wasn't THAT far ahead of everyone.
author end note: is it good? better? stinky? should I give up writing and become a lawyer?
*shudders* enough of that kind of talk!!
REVIEW BEFORE I SUE!
Even though I'm a poet and I don't know it, and I'm not a lawyer!