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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 9:04 pm
"Who, Neb or Labrynth?" Trey said, half jokingly.
"Anyways, can you help me find the guy?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 9:26 pm
"Both. Either way, I can show you a way to his place, but I doubt you'll enjoy him. First, look for B&M salvage, and then ask for Labrynth. Then, converse with him, and do not hide a thing, because he knows much more than you realize. But most of all, never speak the name of the Jedi in his presence, or you may find yourself quite useless on this planet."
The Arcadian shifted more weight on the cane. A low squawk from Pizuzu broke the silence.
"Silence! I don't give a damn," he responded, as if he knew the dragon's thoughts.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 10:11 pm
" If being confusing in your methods makes you an a*****e, Neb fits the bill alright, but he was still a good man. A shame his life ended. There was so much he could've taught us had that not happened. " Angel said. She pulled out Neb's saber and showed it. " This is all that's left. He entrusted it to me shortly before he sacrificed himself to save everyone. "
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 10:17 pm
Somewhere in space ...
Mordranna gave a light yawn as she continued to fly through hyperspace. Let's check the progress to Corellia, yes? She took a moment to consult the onboard navicomputer. Another eight hours to go, she mused. Despite the cramped quarters, she saw fit to mediate. Not much else to do. Besides, I believe the auto-pilot can take care of business 'til it's time to come out, She'd also hoped that Sami could get the message she sent to Rekan Solesu, in his care.
Mordranna also smiled at the thought of seeing Sami again, even if only for a short time. We probably won't have much time together. Still ... I will relish every moment together.
Granted, she relished her work as a Jedi knight, and looked forward to officially becoming a master, once she had finished the training of the padawan she was currently going to meet. Still, she felt bad about leaving Sami behind for months at a time. When it's all over, I'll stay by your side for the rest of my days.
Now, that thought, made Mordranna smile.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 2:12 am
"Cheers for that information friend. Get yourself a drink if you need it." Stefan said throwing down a little bit of cash. He got up and walked over towards the jukebox intent on changing the current song selection. HE had hastily written a note on a small piece of napkin and shifted into his 'second skin' while going across overly slowly. As he passed the table he 'sliped' and dropped a small peiec of paper near the womans feet before continuing on and inserting his money into jukebox and selecting a number of 'better' tracks. He went back, got another weaker drink and sat down.
The message simply read as following:
'Goodmorning friend, don't worry about me I just want a little talk. Come over to my table when your finished. I do know who you all are from photos. You would be surprised what people will do for a bit of cash.'
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:16 am
Rain unfolded the message and read it, frowning as she did.
"Um I think its for you..." She said as she handed it to Cale.
Cale read the message and flicked a glance to the writer.
"Creepy." he muttered. "Alright, Keep me covered. I'm gonna go see what he wants."
The Outlaw sat up from the his booth and slid into the same one as the fellow who wrote the message, sitting oposite of him. letting his right hand rest, he leaned forward onto his left and looked into the hood.
"Ok, pal, what do you want? And why can't you mind your own buisness?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:26 am
Stefan moved his hood back to reveal a normal human head. One of the best things to do when negotiating was to look human, alot of people trusted them for some reason. "I simply wondered if you needed any help with your security at present. I am a great admirer of yours and would hate for any hitman to target you, and trust me the price is extremly high. Infact, if I didn't really like you I would probally rip your head off now and get out of here straight away.
Basically,I am offering myself as a bodyguard and if ever necissary a body double. Just incase you don't know who I am, I am Stefan Willos, hitman and bounty hunter as well as mercinary if ever necissary. I am a Clawdite but at the moment look like this just so that we can have a pleasant conversationg and so no one can tell who your were talking to." Stefan said. He had said alot and probally most of it didn't make much sense but alot of his power was just going into staying calm at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:55 am
Cale grinned calmly.
"Body guard huh? no offence Willos, but I already have a security officer. He does a damn good job too. Keeps the peace on my ship."
Cale leaned back in the booth and continued. "You see, I'm not in the market for a body guard or body double. A Pirate who hires a bodyguard says one thing: I'm a coward who can't fight and can't trust my crew. Sends a bad message. I'm fully capable of protecting myself and I have confidence in the abilites of my men.
Then comes the problem that hiring you would cause. Contrary to my reputation, Im not exactly sitting on a pile of credits and have little in the way of money to pay you to make it worth while. And a guy as edgy as you seem to be right now isn't the type of guy I want near me when the heat is on." Cale finished, noticing the creature's uneasyness.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 9:00 am
"I'm just one of those people who gets a little edgy when talking, I much prefer action, or talking that leads to action anyway. Also, about the guarding I'm talking about in a little more covert sort of way. Any assassin worth his salt wouldn't attack with force but are more likely to set up a sniper attack or something similar. I have been rubbing out those who don't deserve to live for almost 10 years now and I think that even a pirate needs help when it comes to full time professional assassins. Also on the money front I have a few ways of making a few extra credits. For instance have you ever thought about the market for old stuff that belonged to Cale and his crew? I know myself that you could bring in a hell of alot of credits a week by selling stuff with, I don't know, maybe your signature on it to random shops.
Then again if you don't like the idea of going commercial like that I have built up quite a few friends who have friends who know people who wil take any junk off your hands for a better then normal price.
One thing I can say though is that if you do employ me you won't die while I draw breath. If you did my name wouldn't be Stefan Willos." Stefan said. He had gained his normal calm he normally only got when in a fight.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 9:10 am
Cale's devious mind began to pound out an idea. While his own intell network was reliable to the extreme, there were benefits to having alternate sources.
"hmm. Ive never been one to capitalize on my reputation monetarily, nor am I the one to employ assasins. However, what I do need would compliment the assasin's skill sets quite nicely. Tell you what, I got a job that requires, stealth, cunning, and guile. Infact, most people would die attempting it. However, I got a good feeling about you. You interested?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 9:35 am
"Why not, I've got little else to do at the moment really. Also it always helps to make contacts in the underworld doesn't it? Anyway, lay the details on me and I'll get to work as soon as is necissary." He said. It was a bit of a lie that he had nothing to do as all bounty hunters had something to do all the time, that was the best bit about the job you always had something to do.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 9:48 am
"The DSA is rummored to keep a master list of their transport sceduels and destinations in their database at Mustafar. If someone could get a copy of that list without the DSA noticing, they would beable to find the times and destinations of the most lucrative cargoes that the DSA's Corporate front handles. That means no p***y footing around trying to find the times and dates of convoys the old fasioned way. I'll be on Ord Mantell for the next week. If you get me a copy of that list before I leave, you stand to recieve a share and a half of all the loot we jack from these convoys, paid to you in a currency of your choosing in a Banking clan account we would settle on later."
Cale took a sip of his drink and looked at the clawdite. "A High Risk job, with a massive pay out if you succeed. The very type of job you should be quite skilled at. So what do you say, Mr. Willos? Feel like contributing to a company's bankruptcy?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 10:19 am
"Sounds great, I've got a job offer in that general area anyway. Well, I should meet you on Ord Mantell within the week. Is there anyone I should speak to to find you?" Stefan said while also flipping his hood back up and pressing a button on a small transmitting device, a simple piece of equipment sending the basic mission to his 'friend' and main contact. He waited to hear what Cale ahd to say before saying goodbye and going up to Adar.
"So, that chap is no one at all. Anyway, anyone I should contact about the DSA job? I'll need that info so I can get in touch and get transportation. If the job goes well, expect some cash coming your way." Stefan said getting ready to leave for his ship.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 10:32 am
"Just come back in here. I always hang around in here. If I don't show and time isn't up, give it to the Arkanian Bartender who'll hold it for me until I come back and contact you." Cale narrowed his gaze at Stefan. "Now, should you plan on stabbing me in the back at some point in you doing your job, Let me just warn you: Anyone who betrays me has nothing in their future but a walk out an airlock."
Adar watched as the shifter aproached and shrugged. " I never said he wasn't important. I just said he was a bum. The trick though is getting in contact with someone on Mustafar without getting your head blasted off. The only person you need to see really is the richest man on the planet: The Neimodian Chidee Heprek. He shouldn't be hard to find, but getting an audience with him aint easy."
At the idea of getting paid for his information, the Arkanian turned it down. "No thanks. Im just a neutral party. keep your money. you never know when you'll need it."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 10:52 am
Stefan left the building and picked up the Transmitter. "Ok Paul, I need to know the location of Chidee Heprek and I need to know it a minute ago. You got the rest of the info? Good, I want the normal equipment including some extra clothes, you should know what from the mission objectives. I'm making my stop on the nearest hell hole and I expect all the equipment and info in a locker of the capitals seediest cantina. Well, I'll speak to you later." Stefan said finally reaching his TIE Defender in time to smack some idiot trying to break into it. He climbed in and soon was trying to make his way to any old hell hole near Mustafar.
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