Escort Mission: 'Venture For Evidence, and Justice!

[Giovannti Alicence]

'VENTURE FOR EVIDENCE, AND JUSTICE​

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Come the arrival of noon, The Galactic Republic official: Giovannti, adorned herself figure with a noble's quality of robes, accessories and other pleasentries. "Senator Alicence, we're ready to escort you to the drop off zone," Two women spoke in unison, dressed alike even. She nodded, raising from her seat and departing from her room. Alongside the two, she walked to a balcony, a small transportation cruiser awaiting her filled seat. "Best not to keep my help waiting, hmm?" She mused, waving toward her hand. "Until I return." She, with aid, boarded the cruiser and was whisked off into the busy air-traffic of Coruscant.

-----------------MEANWHILE:
Before Giovannti's arrival, the three individuals, the hired help in other words: [member="Liam Darkgear"], [member="Fixx Kearney"], [member="Marcus Foster"], would be given specific coordinates on Giovannti's shuttle and where she would arrive. This as well as information regarding their mission. Essentially, they were to escort the official to Tatooine and ensure no harm came her way. If it did, they were given the task of eliminating it. In Tatooine, they were to speak to the world's representative upon arrival and receive the location of the small village which Giovannti's associate was stationed with proclaimed evidence of an infamous Outlaw, Gilbo Savage's crimes against The Galactic Republic. They would be warned that despite Gilbo being locked up and awaiting trial, his associates would arrive to Tatootine with intent on assassinating both Giovannti and her associate to wipe all evidence of their leader's crimes.
-----------------COME THE ARRIVAL:

While traveling to her designated location, her driver questioned: "You sure about that ol' Darkgear fella? He ain't a Republic Soldier from what I hear." She chuckled, folding her legs. "Don't worry yourself, Felix, I personally hired him. From his description, he may be more experienced than your run of the mill Republic Soldier. Consider it a personal investment that I return both safe, and sound." He shook his head, "Well ..aalright, Miss Alicence. We're here. You be safe now." As said, they arrived at a Coruscant Landing Zone, a large shuttle placed in the middle. She lifted herself from the cruiser, landing with a faint stumble. "As always, Felix." She was met by four justices of the Supreme Court, a brief discussion held to pass the time until her 'help' arrived. Come there arrival, she would offer a departing wave toward her comrades and walk toward the hired help. "Well .. Hello. I am Giovannti Alicence, Senator of Chandrila, a pleasure to meet you all." She began, a slight bow offered to each individual.

 

[Liam Darkgear]

Babysitting for soldiers. That's what most escort missions were.

But this one promised action, out of the league of your common grunt, where more than posturing and looking tough with a gun was needed.

That's when you brought the real warriors in.

Liam had been contacted personally by Chief Justice Giovannti Alicence. How she had heard about him was unknown, but he figured his credentials must have spoken for himself. The job was relatively simple: escort her around Tatooine and kill any assassins before they killed her. Fun stuff, easy credits, and possible connections for future jobs. What wasn't there to like about this?

Darkgear arrived at the predetermined pickup point in Coruscant, already geared up and ready to go in his Mandalorian armor. A large bag was held in his red left arm, the machinery carrying far more than he would be able to normally. A pack was slung over one shoulder as well, filled to the brim with gear and supplies. Of course, his Mandalorian Heavy Pistol was holstered at his side, his child ready to spit death upon whomever it was pointed at. The Mandalorian was ready to go.

Liam nodded at the greeting of his client, his scarred face bowing slightly, the one storm grey uncovered eye looking her directly in hers. He took a drag of the cigar in his mouth before speaking in his rough Dxun accent, exhaling a large cloud of smoke.

"Su'cuy."

[member="Giovanni Alicence"]

 

[Marcus Itera]

Marcus had been lucky enough to get back into Republic space. He'd spent over a decade serving with their defense forces and after retiring, he took to lending a hand to the Galactic Alliance. It was mainly because of a personal affair with his blood-brothers, the Dreadguard; thousands of men who'd been altered down to their very genetics and transformed into super-soldiers. While their crusade against the forces of evil in the galaxy raged on, Marcus was largely an independent man now that all governmental ties had been cut save for his retirement pension.

"You sure about this one? I mean, we don't even have to come back here anymore." Miranda, the AI, chimed in as he strolled past several Senate commandos adorned with blue plumes and robes. Some of them recognized him. He'd served numerous times around the senate building itself and had developed a friendship with a few of the good men who regularly guarded the lives of the Republic's most valuable personnel.

"Yeah. I've gotta do somethin' for them once it a while. Just not like me to let 'em do things on their own." The Sergeant Major shifted in stride and shouldered the Deece, slinging it across his armor. "And besides, someone has to keep the rest of the men in line."

The commando crossed the landing pad with promptness, his own little shuttle departing seconds later. Another man had already made his way to the Justice, though he looked more like a ragtag insurrectionist rather than a professional soldier. Eyepatch and all, but he looked mean as the seven hells of Corellia.

Marcus stopped before her and presented a gauntleted hand. "Sergeant Major Marcus Foster, ma'am."

[member="Liam Darkgear"], `[member="Giovanni Alicence"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Fixx had been provided the landing pad and location, but it certainly didn’t sit right with him. One, he’d never heard of this [member="Giovanni Alicence"] before, but the Republic deemed her important enough for him to ensure she survived her trip to Tatooine. Second, it had been tricky enough working through One Sith space in the former jewel of the galaxy; the sooner they were off this world the better. His experience with Sith Lords left little to be desired for future encounters.

With her transport landing, Fixx stepped out from the viewing platform as two others – some mercenary type and an armoured solider – made their way to greet her. Add a third to the things that didn’t sit right; more escorts? He hadn’t been told of this, although one did seem to be flying the Republic army flag with his gear, but that meant nothing.

His blaster under his jacket by his side, Fixx zipped up his tan jacket and walked over. His glanced at the two men, and then at the woman.

”Chief Justice, do you care to explain why there is an abundance of escorts here? What is this?”

[member="Liam Darkgear"] | [member="Marcus Foster"]

 

[Giovannti Alicence]

Ms. Alicence offered each member a squinted glance, atop her usual slight smirk. A soldier, her hired mercenary and the rather blatant Agent: Fixx. <"Quite the rag-tag group I've assembled. Should prove most .. entertaining."> "Well, Mr. Kearney, it's a pleasure to meet you as well." She responded with a hint of distaste, "If you view my life not enough for you three to accompany me to Tatooine, do feel free to consult the matter with The Galactic Republic, or take your leave." Her tone simmered, smirk returning as well. "I was given what a deciding group figured necessary to reach my consultant without significant threat to my own well being." She, herself, was not given notification her invitation never indicated the specifics on who and how many would attend their current mission, merely mistaking his words for insults, if not blatant slander.

"Now then, shall we get to it?"

[member="Fixx Kearney"], [member="Marcus Foster"], [member="Liam Darkgear"]