Vahid Hesam
Feb 22nd, 2004, 12:54:02 PM
OOC: This thread is continued from here (http://sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=33674). If you have any questions about it, please feel free to PM me. The outcome of the thread is entirely open, so all types of character - Jedi, Sith, Hunter, etc - are welcome, although Jedi help would be logical.
The rush of cold air hit Vahid’s skin like a tidal wave, bringing with it all the sounds of the hub world Coruscant. Mechanic grunts and growls, the churning of a great industrial machine. Even with only this sense alone to base judgment upon, the planet already seemed both awesome and terrifying all in one. Emerging into the great unknown, Vahid Hesam could not help but feel as though he was in for a rough ride. Ahead, the form of the assassin droid was silhouetted against the sun, surrounded by a halo of white light that made Hesam lift a hand to cover his eyes.
“Aside the droid moved aside, I caught my first glimpse of Coruscant – a towering building of some kind, literally buzzing with the energy of the vehicles swarming around it. I had never seen so many transports in all of my life! It was phenomenal. Following traveling partner, I found myself almost tripping and stumbling numerous types, as I tried to maintain a fixed gazed upon the never-ending skyline. I had to remind myself of my current situation to drain away the enthusiasm.
Having only moments ago landed in the hangar bay, I was already in peril. The craft I had arrived was the possession of one Lord Maelstrom, my malefactor thus far. I was, apparently, a precious quantity to him and I had no doubt that somewhere within this sea of people he had accomplishes waiting. Not for me, of course, but Kit, the now dead Lieutenant of Maelstrom himself. Luckily, I was in the accompany of an assassin droid. HK-83, though not the most trustworthy of creations, had thus far done me no wrong. I suspected, however, that his trigger finger was just itching to show the people of Coruscant a little humility.”
“Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Coruscant. Docking fee, please.”
Vahid whirled around to be greeted by a man wearing an unnerving smile. He was in a uniform of some kind, and was holding his hand out, presumably expecting some form of currency. Bewildered, the Gados looked to his robotic counterpart.
“My apologies, sir,” the droid said in a monotone voice, “My master has been experiencing some difficulties with his central processing unit. Here, master, look inside…”
The droid extended a hand and gave a tug at the coat Hesam wore. The blaster nestled within the breast pocket was momentarily visible as Vahid fished out a handful of the oddly marked cards that Kit had been carrying before coming to an untimely demise. The uniformed man accepted them with a smile, “Thank you, sir. Have a good stay.”
Pacing away, not in any general direction other than away from the ship, Vahid hissed, “He saw the gun. I saw it in his eyes. He’s bound to call some kind of security.”
“Sir, let me inform you as to the practices of the people of Coruscant. It is more likely that he would have called in reinforcements had you not been armed. Most every civilian possesses a sidearm of some kind. I hope this reassures your paranoid delusions.”
“I sneered at the droids sarcastic remark, yet upon glancing around the crowd found that he was right. People passed me by with guns strapped to their wastes or hips, openly in view. Some even carried bladed weapons. Some, I wagered, were large enough to not need a weapon, save for their own fist. As we walked, I found myself jostled between people, barged back and forth. It was disorientating and for a moment I thought I had lost my way, only to find myself plucked out of harms way – narrowly avoiding being swatted aside by the swing of some great elephantine creature.”
“Oh thank you HK-!”
“I turned expecting to be faced with the assassin droid, but instead found only an assassin. A man in dark robes! Panic set in as he dipped his hand down into the folds of the cloth he wore. My instincts set in, as I fumbled for the blaster on my person, but I simply was not quick enough. He drew his weapon as I tried to run, merely colliding with the crowd. Though I cried out for the droid, for help, I was not quick enough – a shot hit my leg. I yelped, stumbling down to my knees, expecting to see blood staining the cuffs of my trousers. Instead, I saw and felt nothing – he stunned me. I pulled myself up to stand, as another loud shot sailed past me-
WAAARUUUUM
-into another pedestrian, knocking them unconscious. I heard then another gun fire – this one I recognized. It was HK-83, struggling through the throng of civilians. His warning shot had provided distraction enough for me to escape the mans line of sight, but I was not in the clear yet. Unable to run, thanks to my now dead leg, I managed to pull myself onto the back of a luggage trolley that was being pulled towards the spaceport interior. Just as I was beginning to feel a mite of sympathy for the droid, I was once again greeted with the sight of my attacker, as he charged through the crowds towards me, his stray shots ricocheting through the air and setting the crowd alight with panic.”
The rush of cold air hit Vahid’s skin like a tidal wave, bringing with it all the sounds of the hub world Coruscant. Mechanic grunts and growls, the churning of a great industrial machine. Even with only this sense alone to base judgment upon, the planet already seemed both awesome and terrifying all in one. Emerging into the great unknown, Vahid Hesam could not help but feel as though he was in for a rough ride. Ahead, the form of the assassin droid was silhouetted against the sun, surrounded by a halo of white light that made Hesam lift a hand to cover his eyes.
“Aside the droid moved aside, I caught my first glimpse of Coruscant – a towering building of some kind, literally buzzing with the energy of the vehicles swarming around it. I had never seen so many transports in all of my life! It was phenomenal. Following traveling partner, I found myself almost tripping and stumbling numerous types, as I tried to maintain a fixed gazed upon the never-ending skyline. I had to remind myself of my current situation to drain away the enthusiasm.
Having only moments ago landed in the hangar bay, I was already in peril. The craft I had arrived was the possession of one Lord Maelstrom, my malefactor thus far. I was, apparently, a precious quantity to him and I had no doubt that somewhere within this sea of people he had accomplishes waiting. Not for me, of course, but Kit, the now dead Lieutenant of Maelstrom himself. Luckily, I was in the accompany of an assassin droid. HK-83, though not the most trustworthy of creations, had thus far done me no wrong. I suspected, however, that his trigger finger was just itching to show the people of Coruscant a little humility.”
“Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Coruscant. Docking fee, please.”
Vahid whirled around to be greeted by a man wearing an unnerving smile. He was in a uniform of some kind, and was holding his hand out, presumably expecting some form of currency. Bewildered, the Gados looked to his robotic counterpart.
“My apologies, sir,” the droid said in a monotone voice, “My master has been experiencing some difficulties with his central processing unit. Here, master, look inside…”
The droid extended a hand and gave a tug at the coat Hesam wore. The blaster nestled within the breast pocket was momentarily visible as Vahid fished out a handful of the oddly marked cards that Kit had been carrying before coming to an untimely demise. The uniformed man accepted them with a smile, “Thank you, sir. Have a good stay.”
Pacing away, not in any general direction other than away from the ship, Vahid hissed, “He saw the gun. I saw it in his eyes. He’s bound to call some kind of security.”
“Sir, let me inform you as to the practices of the people of Coruscant. It is more likely that he would have called in reinforcements had you not been armed. Most every civilian possesses a sidearm of some kind. I hope this reassures your paranoid delusions.”
“I sneered at the droids sarcastic remark, yet upon glancing around the crowd found that he was right. People passed me by with guns strapped to their wastes or hips, openly in view. Some even carried bladed weapons. Some, I wagered, were large enough to not need a weapon, save for their own fist. As we walked, I found myself jostled between people, barged back and forth. It was disorientating and for a moment I thought I had lost my way, only to find myself plucked out of harms way – narrowly avoiding being swatted aside by the swing of some great elephantine creature.”
“Oh thank you HK-!”
“I turned expecting to be faced with the assassin droid, but instead found only an assassin. A man in dark robes! Panic set in as he dipped his hand down into the folds of the cloth he wore. My instincts set in, as I fumbled for the blaster on my person, but I simply was not quick enough. He drew his weapon as I tried to run, merely colliding with the crowd. Though I cried out for the droid, for help, I was not quick enough – a shot hit my leg. I yelped, stumbling down to my knees, expecting to see blood staining the cuffs of my trousers. Instead, I saw and felt nothing – he stunned me. I pulled myself up to stand, as another loud shot sailed past me-
WAAARUUUUM
-into another pedestrian, knocking them unconscious. I heard then another gun fire – this one I recognized. It was HK-83, struggling through the throng of civilians. His warning shot had provided distraction enough for me to escape the mans line of sight, but I was not in the clear yet. Unable to run, thanks to my now dead leg, I managed to pull myself onto the back of a luggage trolley that was being pulled towards the spaceport interior. Just as I was beginning to feel a mite of sympathy for the droid, I was once again greeted with the sight of my attacker, as he charged through the crowds towards me, his stray shots ricocheting through the air and setting the crowd alight with panic.”