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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 4:54 pm
A short while later, Cale sat at an Outdoor cafe sipping an alchoholic drink. he tapped his fingers on the table and thought.
"Ok, so lets see. I gotta get even with that stupid gunman and that cheep shooting shifter, all the while staying off the Winged Guard's sensors." he took a sip of his drink and thought some more."well, this just keeps getting better and better. its like five steps short of something elsebad happening to me."
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 6:57 pm
Angel continued wandering around, trying to find the Dark Lord. She tried to sense him through the Force, but she was still in a shocked state from the attack and couldn't focus very well.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 8:25 pm
As Cale mused, something drew his attention. glancing out into the street, he noticed a girl wandering the street. the thing that caught his eye was her military walk, despite her civilian clothing. she was walking like she was just a few steps from a parade ground. "almost like an imperial cadet..." he muttered curiously. thats when he recognized her. It was Angel.
his eyes widdened and he pushed his shades up further to obscure them. What the hell is she doing here?! he thought
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2005 2:17 pm
Selkisto laughed as he ran away. Clearly, this senator didn't have much of an idea of the kind of person he was. No matter, it worked in his favor.
He stopped outside of a familiar shop. He looked around and entered. "Hello, Mak."
The duros grinned, as best as a Duros can. ((sorry, forget how to change font color)) "Selk. Good to see you again. Or, should I say, not good... I suspect you'll be wanting something. I already modified everything you've asked for."
"I saved your life way too many times for that to be enough. You hardly payed me as a bodyguard. I'm taking what you owe now. I have a question."
The navigator leaned closer, clearly disturbed. "What kind of question?"
"I'm tracking a Jedi. do you know where I can find...?"
The Duros' face fell. "This isn't wise, Selk. Not wise at all. You should get out of here while you can."
"Please, Mak. You owe me."
Hairless brows furrowwed. "Ok, human. I'll tell you where you can find one. I don't have any myself, of course. Now, this man... you must not tell him who told you where he was. Don't mention me at all."
Selkisto nodded. "Go on."
The Duros sighed. "There's a man named Falthorn Hallok. Western district. I'll... I'll upload his location to your datapad." He did so. "You must destroy this when you have memorized the location. Tell him the Roncors aren't biting today when you get to the door."
Selkisto nodded again. "Thanks, Mak."
"You'll probably be a dead man soon, so forget it."
The human nodded once more, then turned and left. Hallok. Somehow it sounded familiar. Selkisto memorized the location, then blasted his datapad with his DL-44. No one heard. He moved towards Hallok's shop.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2005 8:08 pm
Angel relaxed and cleared her mind. She then felt out the Dark Lord's location through the Force and finally found him. " There you are. " she said. " I guess it's obvious you were his target, but who would want you dead? " She then remembered that political figures were commonly targets of assassination by extremist groups of those who hate them bad enough, and realized her question was utterly futile. " All things considered, I've had enough of Bespin's night life for now. I'll be in my room if you need anything. " She started to head off towards the VIP area, when she saw the woman she swapped clothes with. After a little chatting and giving her 50 credits for the trouble, Angel was back in her normal attire, and made her way back to her room.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 7:00 am
Selkisto arrived at the location. It was an unassuming dura-plast door, probably around 1 foot thick, with a small slide door near the top, nearly identical to every other door at that level on that street. He knocked. The slide door opened.
A voice grunted. "Dathomir sure is a nice place, eh?"
Selkisto grinned, getting the joke. "Yeah, the rancors aren't biting today."
Another grunt, and the door opened. A bearded, heavyset man appeared in the doorway, weapon drawn. Behind him were rows and rows of exotic animals, most illegal, all rare. He seemed satisfied, so he put his weapon away and stepped back to allow entry, then shut the door with a slam. Selkisto casually walked down the narrow aisles, looking for the creature he needed. He found it.
"I'll take that, please."
The man, presumably Hallok, grumbled. "Oh, no, that's not going to be cheap, and I'm sure you know that. So, I also know that you must be prepared to pay a great sum for it. 1 million credits."
Selkisto glanced at him for a moment, nodded, and tossed him a card. "Courtesy of Sharba the Hutt."
Hallok seemed to gasp a bit; he obviously wasn't prepared for anyone to pay that much. "...Thank you, sir!" He rushed off to get a containment unit for the creature, rushed back, and plopped Selkisto's new pet inside. He then drew the money out of the card and gave it back. "Thank you, sir, and if I may ask... who are you, and how did you find me?"
His customer smiled, took his new purchase, and left the shop.
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