Qsan Torobah
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- Jan 17, 2019
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Q'san stood at a gun range in Lower Taris, owned by a small-time weapons dealer, a Pau'un pirate who came up to Q'san with an offer he couldn't walk away from. After receiving, he was given a chance to test it out, with dummy grenades, which were essentially low-grade fireworks stuffed into a breakaway metal shell, though it served the purpose for training Grunts on how to load and fire the weapon.
'Thunk...BANG...Thunk...BANG...Thunk...BANG...'
He acquired three out of three targets with his simulated ammunition. Once he got past learning to aim with an arc, he picked up on it quickly. Satisfied with the weapon, he turned to the Pau'un, with a grin on his face. "You said 7,500cr for the weapon and three crates of ammo, yeah?"
"Aye, I did. I see you were satisfied with the weapon's performance. I'll be honest, Q'san, I like your style, so I'm gonna cut you a deal, take five hundo off that price, and it's all yours. That's a case of ammo for free. Buy you a throwaway pistol or something like that. Or save it! Hell, you don't need me to tell ya how to spend your money," the Pau'un said, laughing at his own humor. It struck Q'san as overly kind for a weapon's dealer. He knew something was up, but played dumb.
"Deal," Q'san said, taking the alien by the hand, and looking the man in the eye. A few moments later, a thug under the employment of the dealer carried the cases down the stairs to the hangar set at the edge of the city, as it was once a larger section but collapsed in early history of the Tarisian planet. It was later cut away with a turbolaser, and left a large hole in the undercity, until it was re-purposed as a 'back-door' entrance for Taris-based smugglers.
A few more fake goodbyes between the two, and Q'san went into his ship,and grabbed his sidearms, and immediately to the crates of ammo, the loading door still wide open, and checked the grenades. Loading one into the chamber of the grenade launcher he carried with him, he stepped to the bottom of the loading door, and fired the weapon with one hand, bracing the stock under his armpit. The training grenade exploded harmlessly less than two meters away from the feets of the thugs.
"You're a real piece of kark for that," Q'san said, almost laughing, as he set the weapon down and lifted his Javelin Rifle from it's slung position, and took aim at the Pau'un, "Gimme what I paid for, or the next thing I shoot at you's gonna hurt."
@Faded Truth
'Thunk...BANG...Thunk...BANG...Thunk...BANG...'
He acquired three out of three targets with his simulated ammunition. Once he got past learning to aim with an arc, he picked up on it quickly. Satisfied with the weapon, he turned to the Pau'un, with a grin on his face. "You said 7,500cr for the weapon and three crates of ammo, yeah?"
"Aye, I did. I see you were satisfied with the weapon's performance. I'll be honest, Q'san, I like your style, so I'm gonna cut you a deal, take five hundo off that price, and it's all yours. That's a case of ammo for free. Buy you a throwaway pistol or something like that. Or save it! Hell, you don't need me to tell ya how to spend your money," the Pau'un said, laughing at his own humor. It struck Q'san as overly kind for a weapon's dealer. He knew something was up, but played dumb.
"Deal," Q'san said, taking the alien by the hand, and looking the man in the eye. A few moments later, a thug under the employment of the dealer carried the cases down the stairs to the hangar set at the edge of the city, as it was once a larger section but collapsed in early history of the Tarisian planet. It was later cut away with a turbolaser, and left a large hole in the undercity, until it was re-purposed as a 'back-door' entrance for Taris-based smugglers.
A few more fake goodbyes between the two, and Q'san went into his ship,and grabbed his sidearms, and immediately to the crates of ammo, the loading door still wide open, and checked the grenades. Loading one into the chamber of the grenade launcher he carried with him, he stepped to the bottom of the loading door, and fired the weapon with one hand, bracing the stock under his armpit. The training grenade exploded harmlessly less than two meters away from the feets of the thugs.
"You're a real piece of kark for that," Q'san said, almost laughing, as he set the weapon down and lifted his Javelin Rifle from it's slung position, and took aim at the Pau'un, "Gimme what I paid for, or the next thing I shoot at you's gonna hurt."
@Faded Truth