Home sweet home(Open)

[Cyrus Starr]

The man known as Maverick or Ct-8590  if you want to go back about two years. Looked around the darken halls of the clone's "home." But Maverick, would never came this place home.  But, why did he return to the Planet of Storms? To hid and to plan his next move that was what he told himself. So, He was moving like a ghost trying ignore the pain in his shoulder.  On his old Phase one armor was a burn mark. The sign of getting blaster blot into it.  "Curse that bloody bounty hunter " Mav said  adding few colorful terms in hutese.

"Hello brothers I am here."  He said  to  memories. Truth be told he missed his brothers most of tem were 501s now. Hunting down Jedi and rebels a like. others were dead or had families  of there own now. Maverick was just Maverick fan old trooper fighting the good fight against all the odds. Mav smiled at that thought as he moved all. Remembering his old friends. But, his memories were interrupted  when he felt's some one was watching him.

Mav bought up an old DC-15a side arm and dropped to a knee "Who there!?" He commanded

[Jack Dresden]

Two days of searching this wretched planet that never ceases to be miserable, with nothing to come by yet. Last time I trust information from a blasted ol' Rodian. Walking the corridors, side-winding down with out a clue of where his objective was, Dresden couldn't help but sigh. "Something pick this 'ere up..." At least it was quiet, and no one was around to disturb his peace... This whole sector looked abandoned for whatever reason it may be, which Jack prefers... No interruptions. He said the dead Mandalorian 'ere had information on Shrike, wampa piss. Stopping, he heard a voice... And some choice Huttesse adverbs.

Following his instinct, the freelancer crept about for a closer look... Being as sneaking as a 40 year old, six-foot-seven, 320 pound man could be... Sure enough, there was proof he wasn't very alone out here, and after a flash of lightning he was reassured. The 'ell is a derelict phase one doing 'ere? After taking a moment to admit in his head that he was probably more of a relic, Dresden watched the clone carefully. Apparently he had got sloppy and the white knight got ready to fire before calling mystery man out. Shrugging, the tall, lumbering man stepped into view as non-threatening as a giant can be. "Was I that obvious? Next time I'll wear slippers, mate."

 Taking out his booby-trapped credit chip that causes a loud bang, bright flash, and powerful EMP- Dresden threw it in between them, grinning at the p1 clone. "Call it in icebreaker, generous currency. Looks like you need it boyo, yer wounds arn't quite 'idden."

[Cyrus Starr]

Mav watched the six foot seven man approach him. Man I am getting old, he got way to close to me without me noticing him. The P1 Clone thought keeping his blaster level with the stranger's head. "Your six foot I don't think slippers would help you that much." Mav said with a snicker without dropping his aim. "Plus you look 20 years over qualified to sneak anywhere'  he thought.  Mav watched the guy like a hawk dropping his aim to the man's center of mass as Dresden took out and tossed out his credit chip.  "Thanks but no thanks, I don't like owe anyone." He said honestly this man didn't look like if Mav was any judge this man was trying to hard to look harmless. 

The booby-trapped chip went off blinding Mav temporally. He threw himself sideways rolling on his shoulders down joining hallway.  Mav groaned as he felt his wound voice its complain against sudden roll. The Dc-15a seem to drop of his hand as it felt his whole arm went numb from the shoulder down.  Mav had made his wound worse by rolling on his wounded shoulder. TO make it worse his HUD had been totally fried by the emp pulse. Mav, drew a knife with his free hand. "I am ready getting old. '"  Maverick thought cursing his luck to escape from one hunter only to be caught by different hunter.  

[Jack Dresden]

"You sure 'bout that? Nice, comfy, soft loafers, makin' no noise at all?" Dresden cackled at the wounded man, grinning wide. "I'm surprised no warriors use slippers, would be a step above bare feet." He bellowed, openly mocking most ancient warriors in jest. "But, I see your point, a man that can wrestle a wampa wouldn't tread very quiet." Or wear skippers at all, for that matter. Studying as the clone watched the chip, Jack was impressed a genetic experiment could hold up so well after taking a bad hit. Buggers can keep on up, it's not a wonder why this 'ere Republic found use of 'em. "Aaawww, you certain? Whatever suits ya." Dresden calmly slipped down his head-rested visor right before the the chip went off, blocking the effects completely.

Flipping it off, be pulled out his father's slugthrower revolver, aiming at the frantic P1 as he tried to figure out what happened. The clone clearly caused more harm to himself than Dresden's trap did, as he dropped his disable rifle and was forced to pull out a knife. "Slugthrowers make a difference, boyo. No electronics, just the unreal power of a piercin' slug." Jack went on, cockily laughing to himself. Whilst keeping his revolver on the white wounded knight, he took out a deathstick with his free hand, putting it in the grip of his lips. "So, why don't we get this clear, I'm searching for the room of the late bountyhunter, Jango Fett." Pulling out the datapad he received, he threw it to the clone. "He has something that was, 'left' for me. I'm 'ere to retrieve it without killin' a wounded man."

[Cyrus Starr]

Mav watched the man approach him with an old slugthrower revolver. The sight of old weapon like that calm him down. He knew by the weapon that  the credit chip must of had a emp pulse that could knock his gear out. "Thank you I been meaning to upgrade my gear and now you given me a good reason."  He said with a laugh, knowing all to well that he couldn't afford any new armor. Mav's hawk like eyes were watching where the old slugthrowers was aiming.   He guess that the revolver had five maybe six shots in it, but who's to say.  He looked over the datapad and listened to Jack Dreaden.  

Mav noted that he sounded cocky maybe a little to much for Mav's liking. The clone made a note that Jack reached for a deathstick and put in his lips. It would have been a good time to attack. However, the revolver didn't move much if any at all.  Then there was the old white armor, while wearing it he stood out like a ghost against the dark. Plus Mav didn't know if it could stop a slug or not, nor was the clone wanting to test it either.

"And I would love to help you find his old home. But, I honestly can't remember where. But it looks like I have no real choice, I will help you out.

Maverick had no reason to lie to this man, with a gun aimed at him.  He had known  that Jango had lived on this wretched planet. But, Mav had no reason to come back here in five years. Just trying to forget the gray fish faces that never seem to care about him. Mav slowly started to get up.  This crazy old clone would wait and bide his time, like the sniper he used to be.
"Come on"

[Jack Dresden]

He could tell he would be cooperating for the moment, for what other choice was there? Grinning, a chemical waste cloud from the deathstick was expelled, as Dresden spoke in his cockney tone, "Great news, acquaintance. We're gonna be gettin' along for now." Keen to get on his way, Jack followed the man, watching him closely. "Most of these places are abandoned now. What is it, only the main city is populated?" He said, jubilantly. "It's as if the Imperials scared all the fishy-fishes away, what with their clones an' all." Taking a quick glance through the data files his buddies got him, Dresden found the starting location for the search.


"Ohhoho... It appears he lived in, an' you're gonna like this one... Near the main cloning facilities in Tipoca City! Which what I heard was riddled with them Imperial folk." He saod with a ravenous chuckle. Been a few days since I beat up of them up. Dropping a bag he had on the floor, Dresden kicked it open to reveal parts to a DLT-19 heavy blaster. Looking toward the clone with a solemn pierce, he gave a harsh bellow, "Pretend I'm not lettin' my guard down for a moment. Gotta get the super blaster out." Grinning, he let out a loud laugh, before kneeling to assemble the weapon. 

This gave Dresden time to relax, building weapons was peaceful to him, and he had some thought to protrude outward. "So, friend... What brings you 'ere? Memories? Seeking answers? Explorin'?" Snickering, he came up with one last reason, blurting it out vivaciously, "Mid-life crisis? Haha... Do you all even get those things?" Jack asked, with a hinted intrigue. "I missed mine, lookin' for me son... and being locked up in separatist prisons." He finished, sighing with feeble exhaustion. Piecing the complicated gun together, eye barely kept an eye on the man. Why should I care what he does now? Not like he'll shot me... I mean, I'm worth nothin' to him either. More worried about fighting Imps.

Nearly completed, he looked up at the squalid warrior, grin faded away. "What's your name, T-visor? Name's Dresden. Jack, respectively." Dresden went on, his face full of unyielding destitution.

[Cyrus Starr]

"Great news, acquaintance. We're gonna be gettin' along for now."  
Mav rolled his eyes he wasn't one to make friend easily "If you say so." He muttered under his breath. He cocked an ear to Jack but, his eyes wondered the hallways lost in his morneies of this place.  He  heard Jack speak but, didn't listen. He didn't care about the fishy fish, nor did the old clone care why these parts were abandoned. He had heard that cloning prograrm had been ended for some reason. And the Imps had moved on to enlisting citizens.


 "Ohhoho... It appears he lived in, an' you're gonna like this one... Near the main cloning facilities in Tipoca City! Which what I heard was riddled with them Imperial folk."  Mav  froze and kicked himself for being so naive to think that the Imps would leave this place completely alone. However, he was totally surprised that Jango had lived near the main cloning facilities. It was a mistake coming here to many ghosts and demons here for me.' The sound of Jack  dropping and kicking over a bag pulled Mav out of his thought. The sight of a heavy blaster met the clone's eyes.  Pretend I'm not lettin' my guard down for a moment. Gotta get the super blaster out." Mav laughed  "I am waiting for those death sticks to kill ya." The clone shot back with a wicked smile as he dropped to a knee as if to cover jack from attack.


"I am a renegade clone friend, I came here to try and shake off some bounty hunters.  And maybe to try to find a purpose again. "  Mav looked confessed he never heard of a mid life crises before. "I spend part of my life being trained to be a solider and the other part on one battlefield or another so I don't think I had much of a life." The old p1 clone said not really caring.  At the moment Mav needed Jack to get him off this force forgotten planet. 

"When I was created my name was Ct-8590. But to my brothers I was Maverick or Mav. I don't care what you call me."