Private Credits, Creeds & Commodities

[Revy]

The White Raven was a vessel that was meant for containing and delivering ravenous beasts to clients. It would be no different for Revy to make her ship available to those that needed safe passage into worlds...that otherwise did not prefer their kind. She knew how these particular clients felt, she had been finding routes best suited for laying low during many processes. While she didn't want to believe the reason she had to take these routes were faults of her own, they definitely were. Revy was a woman of crazy and even more so habits. Although many may have considered these "habits" a quicker way to death, she thrived on them. Plus, everyone else's opinion mattered little to a reckless pistol toting firecracker. There were few times Revy was calm, one of those moments were when she slunk into her pilot chair and set course for the galaxy at large. Luckily, that's exactly where she sat, the swirling clouds of smoke filling the cockpit like a smokehouse on Alderaan. The sweet ginger smell of flavored tobacco took over and she sighed, her scarlet eyes watching the stars speed past her. To her, the was nothing more beautiful than the streaks of white stars zipping by the White Raven. Of course, she would never admit such childish thoughts. Instead, she would rather find the nearest bar to drown in her own frustrations from her past and start a bar fight, but that was just Revy.

Revy leaned forward, her normal attire no longer showing the usual tank top and short jean shorts. Instead, her whole body was covered by the only combat suit she owned. It was her mother's own. The suit was equipped with all the widgets and gadgets a bounty hunter needed. The only thing missing was her Mark II helmet, sitting soundly on the dash. The armor was charcoal grey with a technological feature of blue lighting that flowed through her entire suit. It complimented her frame well, even as she sat the suit clenched onto her like a metal claw defining her thighs. Her eyes scanned downward, the blinking lights filling up her controls, her arm extended and push upward on a level, with a tiny click the ship gave way and the hyper-travel came to an immediate halt. Her fingers punctured an invisible wall in front of her as a blue widescreen popped up out of thin air. The image reminded her of a potential threat she once ran into making her way onto a distant planet in the Saarn System. The only thing that seemed to make her hold her breath was the indication of two anomalies.

Kark. Two of them!?

Revy, didn't know much about the Kel'Dor that was on her ship, much less about the Dorin system. If she could, judging by the indicators on her screen, she would prefer to turn around. She stood quickly, the ashtray that manged to not fall as she did, found the tip of her cigarette as she approached the client.

"Juro was it?" Her long wine colored bounced back and forth as she walked closer to him. "We might have a serious problem." She took note of his calming presence. Not to mention how freakishly quiet he had been during the entire trip. His robes reminded her of a few Jedi she worked with a long while back. She wasn't dumb though, this was not one of them. Whatever Juro needed her for didn't even matter to Revy, the credits he offered were higher than any other client's request and agreement. That fact alone was enough for her to turn a blind eye. Revy broke eye contact with Juro for a brief moment, a yellow path showed on her wrist navigation. The route meant carefully fitting between the two anomalies to get straight to the surface of Dorin. She lightly smiled at the thought of the challenge. Ignoring it for now, she looked back up to Juro. "Know of any other way to your precious homeworld? Or were you betting on this to happen?" She was inquisitive in a way that showed her grit, client or not, she treated everyone the same way. They were all hiding something or being untrustworthy, she wondered if this was the case with Juro. She stepped in a way that allowed Juro to see the navigation map flowing out of her wrist guards. "You see those, those are black holes." She grinned, the same exciting thought of trying the route caused butterflies to rise in her stomach. "So, I'll ask again, any other karking way?" ​

 

[Juro]

Juro eyes traced the black holes that boarded Dorin; though he was born and raised there he could never call it home. The end of his Sith training led to an assassination of the monarch that presided over Dorin. This lead to a political collapse as many families competed for the throne. The planet barely stabilized but there remains a lot of friction and hostility. There were dozens of assassins and common folk that wanted Juro to pay for his crimes. Though most would be hesitant to return to such a dangerous place, the task at hand was well worth the risk. Juro glanced at Revy slightly turning his head to meet her gaze.

"There are three options when approaching Dorin..." His voice was deep and slightly muffled underneath his mask. "First we can follow a path exactly in the center in the gap between the two black holes, the force of each will pull us in if you slightly falter towards one side or the other. The second option is to light skip through that path and land just outside Dorin's atmosphere. This may draw the attention of their navy but with your backstory this may check out." Juro paused as he tried to read his smuggler. She was in her suit just exposing her face, she was very laid back and expressive for a human. Luckily that is what Juro needed as he was unable to find anyone else willing to embark on such a dangerous journey. Though they were from different walks of life everyone speaks the common tongue...credits. The silence lead Juro to assume Revy was waiting to hear the third option. "The third option is we arrive in pieces after a miscalculation guides us into a black hole and obliterates our existence."

Juro did not fear death, his only fear was that there would come a time where his power would not be enough. Juro would never bow to another master ever again. He carved his own path and this mission would be no different. To make sure Revy understand the gravity of the situation Juro was going to need to give her some pretext on their endeavor on Dorin and the type of environment they were about to walk into. Juro arose from his seat now standing tall, his hood rested on his back, his stare intensifying as he illustrated the seriousness of the matter.

"If you choose to Fly straight, or light skip there, are some things you need to know before we are in range of the planet's naval jurisdiction." Juro began to pace slowly as it was a lot of information unload. His back was to her now as he was now glancing out one of the windows on the ship. "The last time I was on Dorin I executed a king." Juro paused awaiting a reaction. " I was hired by the Boltik family that was hoping to take the throne for themselves. I fled, leaving my master behind as a sacrifice so I could escape." He continued without hesitation, his head turned as his eyes once again connected with Revy's. " They were not successful but are still have a strong presence on Dorin. They are responsible for most of the illegal activity and have the muscle to protect themselves. The Boltik's are the only allies we have on Dorin and will be using them to move around undetected.I am telling you this because if they catch me aboard this ship, or in your company, no excuse will be enough to save you. We will be executed for treason without an investigation."

His word hung heavy in the air as he now informed this smuggler that the dangerous job she took is not deadlier than she had probably anticipated. Juro looked back out into the galaxy, they were approaching the checkpoint as a decision needed to be made. Either she chooses to cruise through and take her ship on a tight rope...or attempt a light skip to land on Dorin's front steps which would increase their odds of a Naval audit. Juro began going over different plans for each scenario as he waited for Revy to respond with her feelings on the current dilemma at hand.

Revy

 

[Revy]

Revy waited long enough and right before she lost her temper the Kel'Dor broke silence.

"First we can follow a path exactly in the center in the gap between the two black holes, the force of each will pull us in if you slightly falter towards one side or the other. The second option is to light skip through that path and land just outside Dorin's atmosphere. This may draw the attention of their navy but with your backstory this may check out." She listened intently, it was surprising to have someone intelligent enough to know the routes of their own homeworld. Most of her clients were brain dead idiots looking for the next job to get by. Ironnically, Revy was in the same boat, but she was no idiot. "The third option is we arrive in pieces after a miscalculation guides us into a black hole and obliterates our existence."

Revy bit down hard. She clenched her teeth in anger. It seemed when Juro talked for too long, sarcasm took hold. Revy let it go, or tried to.

What does he think? Huh? Does he think I can't do it!? Miscalculation...MY ASS!

She tapped her magnetic boot nervously as Juro began to pace, it seemed something was bothering him. She knew it was coming, she'd been around long enough to know when the big story was about to unfold. Her instincts were never off. Well, at least not in this instance. They all had one, the undercut. that's what she called it during a job with a client. Similar to being undercut after the job was finished, the undercut during the job was always some information never originally disclosed. The twist, the bamboozle and in many cases the more simple definition would be...The Truth.

"If you choose to Fly straight, or light skip there, there are some things you need to know before we are in range of the planet's naval jurisdiction." Revy smiled, her arm stretched to lean on the door frame. Her eyes rolled and her foot stopped tapping. "The last time I was on Dorin I executed a king." That was a tough pill to swallow, her nauseating sense of boredom deflated, Juro was being serious. The only thing that she was right about from the beginning was that Juro wasn't a Jedi. A Jedi wouldn't kill a politcal figure like a king. Then again, what did she know? What she did know was that Juro didn't even skip a beat while speaking. It was as if the acceptance of the kill was natural. The only thing that could do that was a serial killer , assassin, or a sith. The only reason she knew this was because she's worked with each of them once. She didn't mind their company either, they were always quiet, that should have been the first sign about Juro. She looked him over once more and decided the only description he really fit, was a sith. She didn't care, that was his business. Still, things could get messy with someone that killed a king. He continued and she listened. "I was hired by the Boltik family that was hoping to take the throne for themselves. I fled, leaving my master behind as a sacrifice so I could escape. They were not successful but still have a strong presence on Dorin. They are responsible for most of the illegal activity and have the muscle to protect themselves. The Boltik's are the only allies we have on Dorin and will be using them to move around undetected. I am telling you this because if they catch me aboard this ship, or in your company, no excuse will be enough to save you. We will be executed for treason without an investigation. "

So, the sithboy had his own secrets. who didn't? She couldn't fault him for his past, but it would make everything much more difficult now that she was harboring a top notch criminal in the sector. She thought on it. Light skipping passed the black holes would give the naval forces a reason to inspect and give clearance onto the planet. The White Raven had been in its fair share of questionable activity. If their logs even so much as had a record about her avoidance of docking fees and significantly other shady practices she would be taken away. That wasn't a fitting option, not because she was scared, but that would mean failure to get her client onto the surface and properly smuggled. Which in turn meant no credits. She couldn't bring herself to any other reasoning.

"Fine." Revy left him with that simple word. Her tone was firm. She turned her back and rushed to the cockpit, they only had a few minutes in order to make the trip. She snatched up her pack of cigs and lit one up as she operated furiously. The A.I. nav system was old, but it allowed her to set the course. The only issue with slipping through two black holes, was the fact that her navigation system couldn't alter the projection of the ships alignment while traveling through the Dorin Route. She took a deep inhale as the sickly, red hot smoke crawled to the back of her throat. The sweet nectar of earthly flavors took over and then she exhaled. Her eyes scanned the blue panel in front of her. The status of the White raven showing healthy signs to make the trip manually, if she didn't pilot the ship herself they would be dead. She continued to work diligently as she kept her eye on the remaining amount of time before punching it.

She yelled back at her client and slammed her palm forward as it met with a metal handle. "I'd buckle up back there, its gonna be a bumpy ride!" The excitement filled her up as the White Raven zoomed forward. The ship eased over and under tiny rocks floating through the central passage to the route entrance. Revy grinned as she jerked the yaw of the ship downward. A rattle echoed through the compartment area and the propulsion jest fired up just in time. They were flung forward as Revy's eyes widened with more obsession. Her body began to tingle, every inch of her screaming for more. "Oh, Kark Yeah!" The White Raven didn't let up and as the staggering imagery of two massive holes in the universe began to take shape in front of her, the front of the freighter crossed over the blanket of empty space and into the dangerous route. It was a sight to behold, but one slip up and that was it for them, she couldn't focus on the natural occurrence of fate. She had to manually pitch and yaw her little ship between them perfectly. It was their fate that mattered more.

She gripped tightly to the swivel, the sharp and immediate instinct of a pilot kicked in. She blotted out everything around her. If another pilot were standing as an audience, they would have admired her diligence in everything that she did. The White raven slither into the core of the route and the ship began to lose its speed, the force of the gravitation grappled at the back side of her.

No. no. no. No! Shit!

In the heat of the most defining moment she lost her propulsion systems to sway out of the pull. The ship was old and the credits to replace the part that caused the issue was too expensive for her blood. What she needed was a new ship. The ship was jerked backwards, she looked at the conditionals on the screen. The bright red indicator explained what the issue was. She felt the freighter tip as she lost her cigarette when her side slammed into the arm of her chair. Revy laughed, Juro warned her, rightfully so. As much as she fought to snake her way out she couldn't. There was only one option left, it would cost her other contracts to dissolve, but the weight of the ship was too much. She didn't have time to second guess herself as she released the hatchway from the side of her freighter and an alarming sound rang through the hull. Beast after beat was sucked out and into the black hole, the cages used to hold them in place forever no more. More credits that would need to be earned to continue beast hunting. She lowered the speed slight and yanked the ship opposite of the gravitation pull and sneered.

The White Raven lunged forward as it ripped away at the gap between the two power houses of gravity. The sheer amount of force and lighter weight created the opportunity. She weaved through a few frozen rocks, before she was greeted with a hemline stratosphere with heavy gases. She tightened her grip on the swivel wheel and maneuvered the freighter perfectly sideways as it began its descent. The toxic gases hid them from basic radars and sensors, but they had officially arrived on Dorin. "Whew, karking knew I could do it." She said to herself as she eased up off the contols and streamlined the auto pilot. She looked over at the coordinates given to her by Juro. The nav system received the message correctly and she slunk back in her chair. Another cigarette already found her mouth as the cockpit filled with smoke. Catching her breath she yelled back to Juro, one last time.

"We're Karking here, almost killed us...But, we're karking here!"

She removed her cigarette and for a moment she went through everything that just happened. She loved her life and a smile was permanently plastered on her face.

Juro ​

 

[Juro]

The fact that a human was willing to test their reflexes between the black holes was something that astonished Juro. He personally knew multiple kel'dor that lost their lives on their way out of Dorin's planetary atmosphere. Being back in Dorin meant that Juro could remove his mask, the one place in the galaxy he could breath the air. Unfortunately for Juro he was a wanted man and impersonating a traveling Kel'dor was a lot safer than revealing his face for all to see. As the ship touched down Juro used the ships communication system to send out a message. Knowing they would need to dock the ship and disappear into the city Juro reached out to the one group that could help, The Boltiks.

"Vlad, I need you to arrange an escort from the dock to the forest-" Juro spoke as Vlad kept trying to get a word in. "We will need speeders, escorts, and a lack of police force between both points of this job." Vlad finally cut off Juro and demanded an answer.

"Who the kark are you and how did you get the code to the Boltik's personally transmission." Frustration and confusion could be heard through the comms.

"When I have completed my mission in the forest I will stop at the compound to see Ali face to face."

"I don't know who the kark you think -"

"And you can tell Ali that Juro has returned to Dorin." Juro disconnected the comms as he said all he needed to say. Vlad was probably in shock and disbelief that he will probably lead the escort himself. The conversations needed to be kept short as anything longer than 30 seconds was monitored by Dorin's naval investigation squad. After their last king was murdered they implemented extreme measures to protect the future leaders of their planet. Of course this just lead to more hoops the Boltik's had to jump threw in this new militaristic state. As the ramp descended towards the ground Juro's hands pulled his hood over his head. The mask would only buy so much time before a "Kel'dor wearing a mask" would draw attention in it's own right. Right now that didn't matter Juro and Revy needed to make their way towards the slums and wait for Vlad's arrival. Staying near the dock and is too risky as the Navy would probably do a drive by of the new ship that docked with them.

"Stay close, we are going into the slums. There are many beggars and thieves as this part of the city is poverty stricken. Keep your wits about you and whatever you do, keep to yourself. The last thing we need is to draw attention to ourselves." Juro lead Revy into outskirts of the slums. He simply rested up against one of the buildings, buying time until Vlad arrived. Aa foreigner and a mask wearing Kel'dor stuck out like sore thumbs, the best bet was to isolate themselves from other groups of people. They had about ten more minutes to kill as the Boltiks were no doubt on their way.

A small gang of Kel'dor bandits approached them, the ring leader spoke up first. "Is that a human on Dorin? I wonder if she has any credits for us." They all chuckled as they began to draw weapons on the pair. Juro turned his head to Revy.

"Remember what I said, we can't draw attention, no weapons." Juro's gaze now locked on the group of criminals. I guess they found something to pass the time.

Revy

 

[Revy]

Revy shifted the buttons and levers in a downward position. The White Raven obeyed as the hatches of her containment hull finally closed. She knew the door hatches took beating after almost being swallowed by a black hole. Surprisingly, the door came to a full close. She lowered one last button from her cockpit and on her way out the ramp to exit onto the planet began to lower. Revy quickly grabbed her helmet and made sure her combat suit had her utility belt around her. The only things that really pronounced the belt were the two matching pistols on each side. The custom handles shimmered with two gold backward R's. She lifted her helmet as she met Juro at the edge of the ramp. When she lowered it onto her head a tiny click echoed through her ship.

The visor came to life as a haze of brown gases took over her vision for only a moment. A streak of blue LED's sprung to life and before the filtration system kicked in to oxidize the air, she could see everything. So much so the helmet was outlining particular information as it scanned the environment, including Juro. The information was pulled to the side of her view. She wasn't really sure what to expect from the planet Dorin, but she did know about it's harmful gases. Revy was thankful that her mother thought of everything. Most bounty hunters had to adapt to the many worlds people went into hiding on. She must have run into a similar planet as Dorin during her adventures. This led to the rebreather system in her helmet. The mark II helmet was finally done assessing the area and no threats were directed. ​

Revy overheard Juro speaking into a comm system he had clearly held onto for this exact moment. She knew that the Boltiks were a key to the whole mission. What she didn't know was that they weren't expecting Juro. She shrugged away the thought of everything going south, it wouldn't matter if the Boltik family crossed them. All it would mean is there would be another family or organization that would prefer to have Juro's company. That's just how crime worked, there was always another group looking for the upper ground. Revy considered this as they came to a halt in the center of a tight passageway. It led out onto a main street as a flood of people went about their day. ​

"Stay close, we are going into the slums. There are many beggars and thieves as this part of the city is poverty stricken. Keep your wits about you and whatever you do, keep to yourself. The last thing we need is to draw attention to ourselves." Revy stepped out into the street, scum and villainy was an understatement. She located five deals around the area in only a few minutes. The worst part is they didn't even try and hide it. The only thing worse than that was the scarce law enforcement. Revy smiled under her helmet. Someone like her could prosper here, but having to be in her shit the entire time would be a drag. She realized what Juro meant, anyone of these filth could pose an issue if the Boltik members took too long. Just as they came to another stop, Juro relaxed. The odd client leaned into the nearest building and waited. Revy followed in suit. ​

Laughter. In a place like this; it was rare. It seemed a few thugs were getting a rise out of Revy. Taunting her human genealogy. A mention of credits and Revy propped up. The criminals withdrew their weapons without hesitation. Her visor kicked on as a technological screen appeared, circles locating the danger around her. The pinpoint system calculated everything in seconds. She went to reach for her first pistol, but the words of her client ripped through her instincts like a silver knife. ​

"Remember what I said, we can't draw attention, no weapons."​

"How is that karking fair!?" Her tone came through in a robotic way. A sense of frustration mounted, how was she supposed to deal with them without her pistols? She thought about this as the first two thugs approached. The first was a Kel'Dor had a small vest and metal bracers. These were no doubt taken from previous victims. The most prominent danger that her visor latched onto was a long staff, purple electric crackling at the tip. A few good hits by that thing and the combat suit could power down. She grinned, her eyes shifting to the side. The swirling orange information explaining the capabilities of the Electrostaff. She had never dealt with one before, she tried to stay out of melee combat as much as possible. "Poodoo." She said, her head slightly turning to the other well armored Twi'lek.The breath mask that lingered over the bright yellow skin of Twi'lek almost matched that of his Kel'dor partner. Revy's combat suit assessed the armor, High grade materials were woven into it. The system warned her of another factor. A Vibrosword was clutched tightly in both hands of the Twi’lek. Revy shifted her front foot backwards and provoked the first one with her stance. She had to remain quiet while dealing with these idiots. ​

She smiled at the most sinister of thoughts.​

Let’s treat them like any other beast…

Revy crossed her left arm over to the top of her right forearm. She lightly tapped onto it as a compartment below her armor came to life. A metal grey holster spun rapidly before snapping into place. Darts revealing themselves with different color liquids. Revy wasted no time. "Go to sleep maggots!" The quick silent fire of the darts werre released into the empty spaced between them all. Two darts in almost rapid succession cut through the air. Her targeting system aimed for the throat, like it would a beast for hunting. Revy took a deep breath as she waited for the impact. ​