I cannot ever actually remember seeing this when i clicked on the storynet before, ever.
I might be wrong but still....
And so if there is nothing else on here at least every thirty days i'll post another part of Raziel's history. Who knows if no-one write anything on here i may end up doing the whole story from start to finish.
I've had the Raziel's story in my head for quite some time now, but i've never got around to writing it down. To get a rough idea of what to expect you can go to the roster and read my bios
I don't have time to write something now, but i'll paste a story i was going to use for the DJO. Although i will write from the start of Raziels life as a pick pocket this bit of story is about how i ended up in the vast empire as if it was in a flash-back kind of deam.
I know that a times my writing will be appauling, but i hope you'll like the story.
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The assassin looked down at the family huddling in the corner. The confused child clung tightly to its mother and looked up enquiringly at Raziel. The assassin just removed a small comm unit from his jacket.
The target looked down at his two dead bodyguards, their blood still pooling on the luxurious carpet. He looked at his loyal servant of six months who had now sheathed the undetectable organoplastic knife and was taking a blaster pistol off one of his dead minders.
Raziel felt thoroughly pleased. It had taken his a great deal of time to get employed by his target, but the six months of hard work had paid off. He had finally gotten close enough to the target.
"Good you have them with you now, alive?" came a thundering voice from the comm-unit.
"Yes" Raziel replied impassively. The woman started to cry, truly scared of the emotionless killing machine her trusted servant had become.
"Tell him that this is what he deserves for trying to con my clan!"
Raziel relayed the warning, still slightly bemused that one of the ancient Hutt family was talking over the comms, rather than Ania, his Twi'lek intermediate.
"We never conned anyone, you tell your master that he cheated me!" The man realising his family was on the line started to rise.
Raziel swiftly kicked him in the face and stood back as emotionless as ever. The woman sobbed loudly again.
"Never the less, he was a good trading partner for a human for a time. Tell him that if he renews his contract with the clan then we will spare him." Boomed the Hutt's voice.
Hearing the message the man looked back at Raziel defiantly, but when his wife sobbed again his look softened.
"Okay, whatever you want." He whispered.
"He said yes." Raziel said without changing tone.
"Good Good! But this can't go unpunished. Kill his wife and children. Slowly."
Hearing this the man got up again. His hands trembled in rage and sweat was beginning to drip from his head. He looked at his child, then back at Raziel.
"No!" he shouted charging at Raziel. He screamed in rage and through all his weight at the assassin.
Raziel dropped the gun and leant away from the attack. He crouched and effortlessly threw the man over his shoulder. He fist whipped around and caught the man on the back of the head.
The assassin dragged the bemused man back to his family.
"I don't Torture." Raziel spoke into the comm."
"Well kill them quickly then, that will suffice. Then give him the contract and return to me." The comm closed off.
The assassin slowly reached down and picked up the blaster pistol. He looked up at the weeping woman and then slowly straightened, not taking his gaze from her. He levelled the pistol at the child, who stared back at him with wide, blue innocent eyes.
"Please," whispered the man.
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Raziel hit the ground moving at a high speed. He absorbed the shock of the fall and went into a roll. He came up fast with his pistol and stopped his momentum against the door as he tried to find a target amongst his spinning view.
He fired off a few shots at his pursuers before slipping through the door. He ripped the controls from the side of the door and fired off one more shot into the electronics.
Two men had fallen to his last shots. That left another seven men and that assassin.
Raziel raced down the stairs and leaped down the last two floors, crouching low and then rolling to keep up his momentum.
There were another two of the clan's men guarding the door.
Before they could react he brought up his pistol and let off two quick shots before carrying on out into the streets below.
Raziel turned to look for pursuit and saw the assassin who had come with the men burst out of the door and turn towards him. This assassin was decked out in black and had a Coruscanti rapier at his side. The assassin looked straight into Raziel's eyes and then brought a blaster rifle up to his shoulder and took aim.
Fleeing once again Raziel ducked and turned a corner and dropped down into another dark alleyway. A shot from the assassin scorched the intersecting walls just above his head.
Raziel sped off into less desirable sections of Nar Shaddaa once more. His only refuge against the vengeful and powerful Hutt clans.
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His face peered back at him from the mirror. Raziel didn't like what he saw, but he was expecting it.
Without care his beard had grown, hiding his sharp chin and jaw line. His eyes had sunken into his; his skin was dark with grime and looked distinctly unhealthy.
The renegade had been in hiding for months now, how many he didn't know. He had felt confident that he could escape his masters when he had ignored their commands. Raziel had been so confident in himself then. His nickname had been feared across the planet and as the personal assassin of the ancient Hutt clans he had been wealthy too.
They had simply cut off all the ports and sent other assassins, eager to gain their own reputation, after him. Raziel had dispatched those naive assassins and his confidence had swelled.
Then the angry Hutt clans had taken matters into their own hands. They had sent bounty hunters, trackers and assassins into the depths of Nar shaddaa leading the Huttis own men.
Again and again Raziel had been forced deeper into hiding, his youthful pride shattered. It seemed that the whole planet was against him: Raziel had a price tag so large it was probably truth. And for any assassin that had been living in his shadow there was a greater prize still.
Raziel took a knife from his small pack and a can of foam. He then removed a comb and brush from his pack and placed them next to the old, dirty sink. If his plan failed tomorrow, he would at least get to see his old self looking back at him from the mirror once more.
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That did it; the last connection had been severed. He had done it so well it would be hours before the port's security knew that their security recorders were no longer working. He picked up the metal panel and slid it easily back into place. Nothing seemed out of place.
Raziel then removed his jacket and pulled his last clean shirt off over his head revealing a lithe sinewy chest. He unrolled a black bag of equipment and laid them across the floor of the computer room.
An old fashioned needle, a drip and two bags of clear liquid were laid out on the floor before him.
First Raziel took the drip and slowly inserted it into the inside of his left arm. There would be no time to try and find a vein later.
He then took the green bags and tied them around his chest, one under each arm. One squeeze and the packs would break open, letting loose their contents.
Raziel redressed and took out another small pouch. In this one was his pass and a card with a time written on it. On the back of the sleek opaque card were the notorious imperial symbol and the liberating words "Vast Empire"
Raziel pulled the hood of his brown cloak tight around his head, hoping that anyone would think he was trying to conceal his face. He walked out into the entrance of the port and headed straight for the boarding tubes.
He followed his route; eyes darting left and right, searching for the men that would be looking for him. As he approached a check point he spotted three men on the left looking at everyone as they were searched before they could board the ship.
Raziel was almost at the boarding tube now. He had spotted another five men on his walk and none had seen him. Maybe he would get through cleanly even with the tightened security.
Then he felt something cold against his neck.
"We knew you'd get desperate eventually. Keep your hands where we I can see them."
Raziel could see the civilians in front of him turn and stare, another amusing event for them to joke about later perhaps.
"I'm security! Keep on moving and enjoy your journey!" shouted the man holding the gun.
Raziel was led back through the security checkpoint against the flow of human traffic, as they walked he noticed other civilians nod in his direction and follow along. He was pushed roughly through a side door into a long, dark corridor.
They stopped him momentarily to tie his hands before continuing. On his left he could hear the constant whirring of heavy machinery, he didn't have the freedom of movement to look around though. After what seemed like an eternity he was brought to a halt before an insignificant white door.
Following after two of the guards he entered into a large plain white room. There wasn't even a distinguishing mark on one of the walls. The only furnishing was a simple metal chair in the centre of the room.
He was frisked quickly, they only took his blaster. Fortunately they didn't find the packs of poison or the drip in his arm.
He could finally look around now. There were now ten men all looking at him nervously. Raziel had the urge to make a sudden movement to see how they would react, but refrained.
He was tied securely to the chair and left there with all ten men clutching their weapons tightly.
Eventually his sharp ears heard a familiar voice from the corridor outside.
The door opened and Ania stepped into the room with another guard. Raziel groaned, Ania had hated him he knew, but she feared her masters too much to do anything to the prized assassin.
"I trust you have searched him?" she said.
"Only quickly, we took his gun. He's not going anywhere trust me."
"Don't be so stupid! This man is very dangerous!" she retorted.
The guard looked down at the floor and nodded dumbly.
"Four men stay at the door and make sure no one comes in, I need to talk with our friend."
Raziel was furiously working with the brace holding his hands. He couldn't act until he could reach that needle. He sorely hoped that those guards would come back in before Ania left. He wanted to see her die so badly.
"Hello there 'Dark blade' it is reassuring to see that you couldn't stay away for very long."
"Shut up fool," Raziel said.
He got a fist hard in the stomach for that. He groaned, but managed to recompose himself. If they beat him and punctured one of the sacks....
"We never thought you could be so weak, we trained you so well." She hissed.
"Master what do you want done with him?" she said to someone else.
"Keep him there for now, we will see him ourselves. Go now and arrange transport. No-one betrays us." Harsh Hutt language came from somewhere within Ania's cloak.
"Keep him safe for now, I will return to take him."
The Twi'lek opened the door and left the room, telling the four guards outside to return inside on her way.
Raziel felt the braces on his hands give way. He knew he had to act quickly, before Ania could return. His was already late for the meeting. He hoped that the guards hadn't notice the sweat that was beginning to roll down his face.
He brought his arms down hard into his sides, breaking the two packs. In a millisecond he felt his head begin to go light from the gas.
In one movement he pulled his hands from behind him and removed his precious combat knives from his pack. He left arm arced out gracefully and slashed underneath a guards chin. He shifted his weight and thrust back into the guard on the other side of him.
He started to make a run for the door as his nose and throat screamed in pain as the gas stripped a layer of skin.
The gas was fast acting though and he fell to the floor in pain. The rest of the guards could not retaliate against Raziel. They were all on the floor in agony as well.
Struggling against the pain Raziel reached for his belt. He had to stop as his vomited violently. He couldn't see for the pain as he pulled up his sleeve and pushed the needle into the drip, he hoped for his life that the vein hadn't collapsed. He emptied the needles contents into his bloodstream as consciousness slipped away from him.
He coughed up blood as he awoke sharply, his stomach wrenched once more as he fully regained consciousness. The anti-dote had worked, he was alive at least.
He felt like crap, but that was more than could be said for the men around him. Not one had managed to reach the door in time and the room reeked off vomit.
He wiped himself off on one of the guards' uniforms and checked the time before heading for the meeting place.
"Good day," said the interviewer.
"Hi there, sorry I'm late." Raziel replied.
"Well let's get on with this, I'm corporal Cosmic and I believe you want to join the army corps?" he looked up at Raziel's skinny form amused.
"Yes, can we go soon and do this elsewhere I really do need to get away from this place. I can't stand it." Raziel said.
"Well my shuttle is here. I've already picked up a load of recruits so far, but I must ask something about your background.
"Have you had any previous experience and what is your main reason for joining?" Comic asked.
"Erm Well, I was a minor assassin a few years ago so I can handle myself. I've lost everything on gambling though, my luck ran out along with my credits I don't have much of a choice."
Cosmic looked at the time: "Yes we get a lot of that; anyway we'd better continue this on the journey I have to go now."
Raziel smiled.
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I hope you'll get part 1 within the next thirty days
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