Want To Sell: Slow, Painful Death [Archive]

Auratuk

Feb 3rd, 2011, 02:25:30 PM

With a swift cut he severed the stem of the small flower as easily as severing the jugular artery on the necks of any number of beings throughout the galaxy. He paused for a moment in reflection of the irony of his analogy. It would be far simpler to cut a being’s throat than to do what he intended to do with this little flower, but it would also be far less subtle. It would also be easier to trace, and he would have to be near the being in order to cut its throat. He smiled. This way is better. He looked down at the flower in his hand. This is a truly exquisite way to die. Undetectable. Untraceable. Unmerciful. He slipped the flower into a cloth satchel and began the long journey back down the mountain and to his waiting ship. When he arrived back at his ship, he approached the computer console on the automated landing pad that had been placed at this specific location long ago. He keyed in a unique code that identified him. This allowed his brothers to keep track of how often this planet was harvested and who was doing the harvesting. Had he attempted to leave without identifying himself, he would have been ruthlessly scattered across the sky a few minutes after take-off by the various automated ground and space-based defensive emplacements. Such was the fate of anyone who might stumble across this planet by accident. This planet existed on no records and it didn’t have a name in any archive. Among others, the location of this planet was a closely guarded secret. No Imperial knew of it. No Rebel knew of it. Despite the long arm of criminal organizations such as the Black Sun and the Hutts, no crime lord knew of it. The planet’s location was known by a very select group. A group hated the galaxy over and yet utilized by the wealthy, the powerful, and those with such a seething hatred that no other alternative would satisfy. The few. The deadly. The Malkite poisoners.

After the tedious act of setting the navigational computer of his ship for the various jumps into and out of hyperspace and brief flights through realspace, he set to work harvesting the delicate chemicals from a few of the galaxy’s rarest and most exotic flowers. It was a process that would require all of his focus and every minute of his time. After all, one does not skimp on the work of one’s life. To a chemist it was a simple mixture of chemicals under just the right circumstances that created some of the galaxy’s most deadly and subtle poisons.

Auratuk

Feb 21st, 2011, 03:09:55 PM

He guided a nondescript high class speeder into the traffic queue to enter Coruscant's lower orbit traffic lanes. Coruscant's traffic was among the most complex and dangerous in the galaxy. He reflected on the fact that was the very same complexity that allowed himself and various other less-than legal entities to bribe or otherwise sneak their way into the center of the galactic economy and politics. He made his way towards the 500 Republica tower. It was one thing to have a client on Coruscant. It was another thing entirely to have a client who not only roams 500 Republica freely, but chooses to do dirty business there as well. Such boldness meant power and money and not just a little. The fact that he had been hired by such an individual meant he had to be extra careful. Such individuals typically had the means and desire to keep their dirty business private, and there was one way to ensure that.

He chose a suit, one for just such occasions where he would need to blend in with a crowd of the galaxy's super-elite. He fell into an identity that many of the brotherhood had used before him for meetings at the 500 Republica. According to his identity, he was an administrative aide for a Corporate Sector Authority representative. In truth, the brotherhood had replaced the Corporate Sector Authority's representative generations ago and the Authority didn't care so long as the representative party continued to function as it should...for a small fee of course.