Post by mishkaal on Mar 4, 2012 5:46:29 GMT -5
"Hello hello folks, this is Rip Finnigan here today to bring you another wonderful episode of A Life In The Day Of...Mishkaal" "Today I will tell you the tale of a slave turned judge/jury/executioner turned bounty hunter turned slaver(presumed, not factual)" "It all starts out on Hutta, lets watch shall we?"
For the first 17 years of his life, he was hardly living. Born into slavery he spent those years being beaten bloody; many days within inches of his life. The Hutts are cruel masters.
Finally it had come, the day he could earn his freedom. A large shipment of weapons was passing through Ki'tras palace to meet with his approval. Weeks of planning...anticipating...waiting...
When the shipment was passing by the maintenance halls he would merely swipe a rifle off the cart while performing his duties. Afterwards he would blast the guard who would be conveniently taking a nap just down the hall, his back turned.
Quickly filtering the collected toxins from the drinks he had been distilling into the air filtration system as he dons a rebreather he had taken from the incapacitated guard. After that, all that would be left is to find Ki'tra, eliminate his four armed escorts, and then kill his master Ki'tra; at least...that was the plan.(As discovered from entries into a journal he kept hidden away)
Unfortunately, this is not a perfect universe, and as such things never unfold as planned. The shipment was getting ready to pass by the maintenance room where he was working. One problem, the guard still hadn't taken his daily nap yet! Mishkaal never could have guessed the guard would quit his alcoholic tendencies at the worst time. Panicked as the shipment was almost passing by, Mishkaal risked being caught as he grabbed for a rifle. The guard having caught a flash of movement from the slave immediatly moved his hand to the slave collars remote. "Hold it slave!" he hollered in a suspicious tone. Mishkaals only response if this plan were to succeed would be to fire...but he had never even held one in his life...never thought they would be so heavy. T aking what he knew could be his last breathe of air Mishkaal turned and opened fire, only to have the blaster slip out of his hands and clatter to the ground. Last thing he remembers is a sharp pain in his neck as his world fades to black.
He is awoken to a sharp prodding on a cold floor, the chatter of anxious voices all around him. "On your feet slave!" a gruff voice speaking huttese announces. Mishkaal struggles to his feet, and looks around the room. He is standing in the main chamber with Ki'tra himself...he failed.
The hutt orders his collar to be removed, claiming it would not be healthy for his pets. As the collar is taken away, the floor drops away underneath Mishkaal. Falling into a pit of despair and hopelessness takes a long time for someone who seems to have lost everything. He lands with a harsh cacophony of shattering bones and cheers from the crowds above. He desperately tries to feel the pain from the bones he must have broken, but feels nothing. No sorrow, regret or pain, just a void of emotion. The only thing that flows through his head is a solution. He no longer has a collar on, which means if he slacked off on his job last time he cleaned the pits a maintenance vent would be loose...loose enough to kick open. He scrambles to his feet using every ounce of energy he has left, he easily locates the small vent on the far wall. The same far wall that the gates are opening and releasing several vicious collicoids from. Choking off his bodies flight mechanism he holds his ground, staring at the creatures from across the pit. No one can quite tell you exactly what happened next, the reports of the witnesses are all conflicting. Some say he used the force and flew through them covered in a barrier of sorts. Others say he was able to command the creatures to stop fighting because he was the trainer. From the mundane to the bizarre the stories never stop.
No one knows where Mishkaal went, all we know is he disappeared for three years. His return, was a fearful reminder to Ki'tra that he and his bounty hunters failed to kill him. Making skillful use of his blaster Mishkaal was able to arrange a meeting with Ki'tra and his advisors. A silent hush came over the observers as Mishkaal entered the room, carrying a hefty looking plasteel container.(Later studies reveal that Mishkaal had the Plasteel Container specially designed to shatter into at least a million pieces of deadly shrapnel, and filled with 12 Thermal Detonators in a simultaneous remote activation rig). Mishkaal walked to the hutt Ki'tra and kneeled before him, sliding the case forward and proclaiming it was a gift. (To this day it is still heavily speculated among the citizens on Hutta as to what Ki'tra saw in the container and how Mishkaal pulled it off). Exclaiming in delight the hutt thanked Mishkaal for such an exquisite gift as he opened the pit below his feet and left Mishkaal to fall into the reaches of damnation once again. The only difference was, that Mishkaal happened to be ready this time, as he fell to the floor below he set off the remote trigger of his "gift" setting the entire audience hall ablaze. In a glorious timbre of screams and sobbing he activated a short span jet pack and raised himself back through the pits trap door. He took the next few minutes to revel in the vengeance he had finally brought down upon Ki'tra. The audience hall was a mess of burnt gore and flesh piles against walls where the shrapnel hit the heaviest. Smiling, Mishkaal walked amongst the entrails towards the exit humming a light tune he had heard in the cantina earlier that day.
It is suspected that Mishkaal fled to Dromund Kass shortly after the happenings on Hutta. Eyewitnesses as to his whereabouts claim that he happened upon an organization called Onyx Claw deep in the jungles outside Kaas City. Most reports confirm that he did indeed join the organization, but to what ends we certainly will not know without asking him.
"This is Rip Finnigan thanking you again for watching, tune in next cycle for the next episode of "A Life In The Day Of...Pariyah"
For the first 17 years of his life, he was hardly living. Born into slavery he spent those years being beaten bloody; many days within inches of his life. The Hutts are cruel masters.
Finally it had come, the day he could earn his freedom. A large shipment of weapons was passing through Ki'tras palace to meet with his approval. Weeks of planning...anticipating...waiting...
When the shipment was passing by the maintenance halls he would merely swipe a rifle off the cart while performing his duties. Afterwards he would blast the guard who would be conveniently taking a nap just down the hall, his back turned.
Quickly filtering the collected toxins from the drinks he had been distilling into the air filtration system as he dons a rebreather he had taken from the incapacitated guard. After that, all that would be left is to find Ki'tra, eliminate his four armed escorts, and then kill his master Ki'tra; at least...that was the plan.(As discovered from entries into a journal he kept hidden away)
Unfortunately, this is not a perfect universe, and as such things never unfold as planned. The shipment was getting ready to pass by the maintenance room where he was working. One problem, the guard still hadn't taken his daily nap yet! Mishkaal never could have guessed the guard would quit his alcoholic tendencies at the worst time. Panicked as the shipment was almost passing by, Mishkaal risked being caught as he grabbed for a rifle. The guard having caught a flash of movement from the slave immediatly moved his hand to the slave collars remote. "Hold it slave!" he hollered in a suspicious tone. Mishkaals only response if this plan were to succeed would be to fire...but he had never even held one in his life...never thought they would be so heavy. T aking what he knew could be his last breathe of air Mishkaal turned and opened fire, only to have the blaster slip out of his hands and clatter to the ground. Last thing he remembers is a sharp pain in his neck as his world fades to black.
He is awoken to a sharp prodding on a cold floor, the chatter of anxious voices all around him. "On your feet slave!" a gruff voice speaking huttese announces. Mishkaal struggles to his feet, and looks around the room. He is standing in the main chamber with Ki'tra himself...he failed.
The hutt orders his collar to be removed, claiming it would not be healthy for his pets. As the collar is taken away, the floor drops away underneath Mishkaal. Falling into a pit of despair and hopelessness takes a long time for someone who seems to have lost everything. He lands with a harsh cacophony of shattering bones and cheers from the crowds above. He desperately tries to feel the pain from the bones he must have broken, but feels nothing. No sorrow, regret or pain, just a void of emotion. The only thing that flows through his head is a solution. He no longer has a collar on, which means if he slacked off on his job last time he cleaned the pits a maintenance vent would be loose...loose enough to kick open. He scrambles to his feet using every ounce of energy he has left, he easily locates the small vent on the far wall. The same far wall that the gates are opening and releasing several vicious collicoids from. Choking off his bodies flight mechanism he holds his ground, staring at the creatures from across the pit. No one can quite tell you exactly what happened next, the reports of the witnesses are all conflicting. Some say he used the force and flew through them covered in a barrier of sorts. Others say he was able to command the creatures to stop fighting because he was the trainer. From the mundane to the bizarre the stories never stop.
No one knows where Mishkaal went, all we know is he disappeared for three years. His return, was a fearful reminder to Ki'tra that he and his bounty hunters failed to kill him. Making skillful use of his blaster Mishkaal was able to arrange a meeting with Ki'tra and his advisors. A silent hush came over the observers as Mishkaal entered the room, carrying a hefty looking plasteel container.(Later studies reveal that Mishkaal had the Plasteel Container specially designed to shatter into at least a million pieces of deadly shrapnel, and filled with 12 Thermal Detonators in a simultaneous remote activation rig). Mishkaal walked to the hutt Ki'tra and kneeled before him, sliding the case forward and proclaiming it was a gift. (To this day it is still heavily speculated among the citizens on Hutta as to what Ki'tra saw in the container and how Mishkaal pulled it off). Exclaiming in delight the hutt thanked Mishkaal for such an exquisite gift as he opened the pit below his feet and left Mishkaal to fall into the reaches of damnation once again. The only difference was, that Mishkaal happened to be ready this time, as he fell to the floor below he set off the remote trigger of his "gift" setting the entire audience hall ablaze. In a glorious timbre of screams and sobbing he activated a short span jet pack and raised himself back through the pits trap door. He took the next few minutes to revel in the vengeance he had finally brought down upon Ki'tra. The audience hall was a mess of burnt gore and flesh piles against walls where the shrapnel hit the heaviest. Smiling, Mishkaal walked amongst the entrails towards the exit humming a light tune he had heard in the cantina earlier that day.
It is suspected that Mishkaal fled to Dromund Kass shortly after the happenings on Hutta. Eyewitnesses as to his whereabouts claim that he happened upon an organization called Onyx Claw deep in the jungles outside Kaas City. Most reports confirm that he did indeed join the organization, but to what ends we certainly will not know without asking him.
"This is Rip Finnigan thanking you again for watching, tune in next cycle for the next episode of "A Life In The Day Of...Pariyah"