Ardgal Raxis
More than a Man
Ardgal climbed into the rental speeder. It was small, a compact, and for his hulking frame.... well cramped. But there was also room for Anya, and well it looked good and it was cheep-ish sorta, so they were good.
He waited for the Dark Messiah to enter before roaring off down the road. He set a hologram with the man's face on it where Anya could see it, "This is the man, he is relatively harmless, a traveling salesman. There have been three cases brought against him for running drugs in interplanetary ways. There have been no confirmed convictions, but that doesn't mean he was innocent, as we all know." He knew too well, in fact.
The speeder stopped before the opulent Resort and casino. It was perfect, in every possibly way. Which was honestly kinda nasty for Ardgal. The gaudy, shameless show of money was revolting. He climbed out and walked to the lobby. His boots sank in deep into the rich red velvety carpet like nothing else he had ever felt before. He clenched his jaw, no one would ever feel that, there was no need for this kind of waste.
"We are looking for a Mister Heltzman," Ardgal said politely to the desk cashier, "I was informed he was staying at this location."
"Oh, of course sir," the droid intoned politely, "Room 207 the Second floor. He just returned."
Ardgal looked to the Dark Messiah, "We want to interogate, take him alive and get what he knows of course. We should split up in case he decides to run, you want to go the front or you want to go the back?"
[member="Anya Loma "]

He waited for the Dark Messiah to enter before roaring off down the road. He set a hologram with the man's face on it where Anya could see it, "This is the man, he is relatively harmless, a traveling salesman. There have been three cases brought against him for running drugs in interplanetary ways. There have been no confirmed convictions, but that doesn't mean he was innocent, as we all know." He knew too well, in fact.
The speeder stopped before the opulent Resort and casino. It was perfect, in every possibly way. Which was honestly kinda nasty for Ardgal. The gaudy, shameless show of money was revolting. He climbed out and walked to the lobby. His boots sank in deep into the rich red velvety carpet like nothing else he had ever felt before. He clenched his jaw, no one would ever feel that, there was no need for this kind of waste.
"We are looking for a Mister Heltzman," Ardgal said politely to the desk cashier, "I was informed he was staying at this location."
"Oh, of course sir," the droid intoned politely, "Room 207 the Second floor. He just returned."
Ardgal looked to the Dark Messiah, "We want to interogate, take him alive and get what he knows of course. We should split up in case he decides to run, you want to go the front or you want to go the back?"
[member="Anya Loma "]