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(Archive) An Empty Wallet Without a Cause

Location: Tatooine, outside the Cantina

Outfit: No armor

Perhaps Vi was right, this rock planet seemed to be tge safest for her. She was always anxious that her force-sensitivity would be sniffed out, or her ship would get her questions. Heck, maybe it won't? After the constant wars, pockets seemed to be getting smaller and smaller and people kept holding on to what they've always had, or scrounging on whatever they could find. Vi was no different; part of the poor class with no home and no family to ask for help. So she had an old Sith ship to fly around in. Or maybe she was wrong, and Tatooine would be the place where she gets hunted, and all her fears would come to fruition.

Either way, fear and anxiety didn't pay for a ship, their repairs, or a crew. And Vi needed to find something to do, even if it was to find some notice boards to look around at. The dirtiest jobs or the most boring jobs, she needed one for credits, because she didn't have a single one to her name. Maybe someone would find her browsing the holonet local board,l and offer her something, or she'll actually find something decent she could do around this town and earn some (hopefully) quick credits.
 
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The word "stele" can mean two things - the first, a bit of biological terminology, is the supporting part of the center of a plant's stalk. The second, a group of stone memorials, engraved with text; it means gravestones. That sort of parallel was the kind Lorian Venalt liked. New growth, and honor to the past - lead the way into the future, and provide closure and fulfillment to history. Life and death. These things had real, concrete meaning.

STELE cyberdynamics is a name that means "we make the future".

And things were going pretty terribly, to be honest. There was no shortage of war profiteers trying to get their claws in any major party or faction, and no shortage of ships, weapons, guns, armor. Most of it, of course, was indistinguishable from all the else, and did little but to drive profits and prices down. And to top that off, Kyber crystals seemed to be in the hands, mostly, of crazed cultists. Profits and growth were down, and had kept stalling for too long. Stay that way, and it would be a death knell - so Lorian embraced a hard truth. If you want to make a quality product, you had to do research - and that means you had to be willing to do some groundwork.

Lorian insisted, against a few advisor's simperings, that he travel to this backwater himself to work with the mercenaries, to see them fight the creature he sought to gather as a live sample. All that was needed was a hunting party... and himself. He wanted to see the spray of blood, the thrashing, the writhing.

A holoimage was not enough. He had to see the motion, the interlocking of plates, the ripple of sand. That would be enough to provide inspiration for his next work of art. So the cyborg waited, ice-blue eye burning with hunger and framed by neatly styled white-blonde hair, drumming fingers against his chair, slender and somewhat soft in appearance, albeit steel in his expression, in a sleek, clean ship in his spaceport, he broadcasted an advertisement to the holoboards of the cantinas and dives of the planet, waiting for responses.

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[member="Vi Grir"]
 
[member="Lorian Venalt"]

Hmm, none of these advertisements seem to have much meat on the bones. It's lije slapping some bugs and getting a slap on the wrist. Half these jobs could be done in minutes by any humans, but probably half the population was some weird alien of mockingly excusable biology. It seemed like luck was going to run out, until a new ad popped up on the holoboard.

Vi peered at it for a moment before opening it up to furtger details. Oh boy, a bodyguard? Vi can not fight very well, in fact she avoids it... But she did have a few ships, and a bunch of old Sentinel Droids that could sure do the job! She just needed to make sure they were completely operable... And that means she'd have to rip out a couple more usable parts from her other ships and sell them at bottom credit just to get droid parts. But if this job accepted her, she could probably fix up her okd transport! Hopeful, stay hopeful Vi!


She opebed up a response ticket to the ad and sent it away, hopefully her predicament woukd be acceptable!

"Hello! You can call me Vir! I am a Devaronian with several combat droids that would be willing to assist you in what you search for. I do not know the outsude area well, but I've traveled to the planet enough times to know my way around. If you could do just two things, I'd be willing to help! If you could tell me how many creatures and the maximum danger level of this mission, from one to ten... And supply me a small up front fee of 100C to make sure my ship is fueled and droids are prepared, then I can meet you at docking pad 4C in a couple hours! Thanks!"

Vi could still fight, at least, against anything that wasn't specialized in fighting, like force users. She had a few tricks up her sleeve... Or robe.
 
Outfit: Green hat with sun glasses and black shirt and pants

He didnt knew other cool outfits and that was a bad habit he couldnt chance. The blueprint he discovered just a few days ago in the pirate ship, was weird and he didnt understood that kind of tech. After an hour walking with the two suns above his head, asking a bunch of engineers and the common neighbors about the blueprints. An engineer saw the design and told him it was a lightsaber, not something that could be created in this planet. So he would had to travel towards a Jedi controlled planet. Although he didnt had any problem with the Sith, something call him towards the Jedi side.

Now he had a problem, no credits for gasoline for the flight. Tattoine was a dangerous planet with no law except of the current faction that had control of the system. Andy went to a cantina, in the look for jobs and saw a message in a panel. If the pay was good it would be a nice start. He took his blaster pistol and run towards the employer location. There was an unknown girl talking with him, but he approach to them "My name is Andy, i saw your advertisement and want to see if you still hire. I charge depending of the work" he would be cool if he had help into surviving the dessert dangers of Tattoine.

[member="Vi Grir"] [member="Lorian Venalt"]
 
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When [member="Andy Khor"] and [member="Vi Grir"] accepted his job offer, Lorian was notified by a slight ping from his ship's console. His ship, so lovely, so... air conditioned. He had never been fond of extreme environments. He sent messages to both of them, notifying them of a time and a meeting place. He'd have to see these people, get to know them a bit, and maybe wait and see if anyone else took him up on his offer before he actually set out for his goal. First he sent his message to the Devaronian.

"The fee will be transferred to your account, but this is under the assumption that you will be joining up with us. STELE will penalize you - personally - if you try to back out from this point onwards. This is considered an advanced, partial payment of the project. Anywhere from three to eight creatures - most will be 'four', but at least one could be considered an 'eight'. Thank you for your participation." He paused, tilting his head for a moment. He really sounded so... robotic. So this is what management does to a man.

The meeting place he arranged was a moisture farm, a few clicks distant from the spaceport, one that had since been abandoned. It was roughly an eighth of the distance to where he wanted to go, a short trip from the Mos Predna by speeder, fairly lengthy and intolerable by foot. A pair of mostly featureless, humanoid droids accompanied him - one had a single, unblinking eye, a camera to serve as a recorder. The other was a bodyguard model, armed with some sparse combat training and a blaster rifle, just enough to supplement him, though Lorian liked to think he could stand his ground in a battle.

He listened to the wind whistle - though the moment Vi stepped in, Andy Khor burst in also - so he paused, inhaled, and started from the beginning.

"Yes - I am still hiring. The job is for a flat rate, not a charge, sadly - and as for the work? Well, let's get to any other questions you might have before I begin." He smiled subtly. These abnormal test subjects would be perfectly informative.
 
[member="Lorian Venalt"]


Vi was very simple minded, for the most part she could understand things. Fours? Psh, that's local little guys. But an eight would be a challenge... one she might have to hold the droids back for. But with this new money in her account, she had to be fast. Hopefully the person got the message she was going to take a bit. The docking pad was out of the question, now she had to find a moisture farm. She didn't have time to respond and immediately went to gather supplies. She pulled out another one of her little lists she had made before leaving her junk behind for space... hmm, which one was for the droids again? Ah, yes! Oh... Vi never finished the list of what was needed to keep the droids working, but she had some salvage with her and a list for the droid carrier, so she rushed over for some more parts and some droid parts for what she could. Working so fast, she started to wear herself out, but it seemed like the hiring agent might have been impatient, and she didn't want to get a bounty on her or be billed! She had enough debt as it was! No time to make full repairs of the droid carrier, either, but she needed money, and after this she could probably repair two ships to modern standards!

After a few hours of grabbing salvage, cargo and parts, hopping planets to grab her other ship, she finally had what she needed. Finding the moisture farm, she made a fair walking distance point for landing, and hovered down with her KT-400 Military Droid Carrier. It made noises like it was unhealthy and damaged, but it worked... enough. The loading bay ramp opened and laid down on the ground, and slowly a shy amount over two-hundred Sentinel Droids walked out in default stance (not offense/aggressive). Among them, a short Devaronian female popped out. "Hellooo? STELE Cyberdynamics? Vi your bodyguard has arrived!"

She was wearing her custom ancient and old armor made of stone, metal and fabric. Not much to withstand a lot... but maybe your basic blaster bolt.
 

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