Keeping the Peace(The Republic/Invite)

[Varus Shatterstar]

Zeltros​

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8:17 PM - Friday Night​

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Three months after the events on Zeltros between the Republic and the One Sith...​

Varus had always been the young man in trouble for someone else's misstep. He was good at heart, easy to get along with and very friendly, but when it came down to injustices or wrong doings, no matter how small, he was hard to deal with. In his younger years, Varus always found himself suffering for the wrong committed by others. Whether it was standing up for the outcast on the playground because he was strong and tough enough or speaking up when a parent or sibling was being too hard on their child or sibling. He always found a way to get himself punished by way of a black eye or a verbal scalding from one of the women at the orphanage. In the end, every time, the biggest injustice that he hadn't ever been able to right was his own. The biggest injustice was the punishment he received for trying to do what was right, no matter what.

Call it a terrible string of luck or a foolish boy getting what was proper because it was what was coming to him, but he always felt that he'd been treated unfairly by fate until the day he'd met Kian. That day was one he'd never forget. That day he'd opened his eyes and realized that he was always meant for more. Those little injustices he'd always worried over were important to him, and always would be, but there were others like him. He was sure of it, and he'd seen it, and he'd gone long enough taking the brunt of the punishment for other people's missteps and shortcomings. The day he'd decided to put all of his trust in Kian was the day he became a Jedi, and on the day he became a Jedi he finally understood that his sense of morality and perception of what was good and what wasn't just there all of a sudden. It hadn't just happened, and he certainly wasn't born the man he was. It had to be developed and honed into what it was that very day. Just like everyone who'd taken a breath in that Galaxy, Varus had to be made. He had to be tempered and sculpted into the man he was, and the day he understood that was the day he realized he was meant for so much more.

Zeltros was a beautiful planet full of lights and sounds the likes of which would be alien and unheard of on a planet like Ossus. It was truly attractive to Varus, though he hadn't known what to expect as the Protector Class Corvette burst into the atmosphere of Zeltros. The ship rattled a bit as it adjusted to the gravitational pull of the planet, but soon it grew still again as they drifted through the sky in the direction of the capital where their journey was to begin. A journey that Varus had assumed would be an easy one, though the force was prodding at the back of his mind, warning him and trying to raise alarm. Something wasn't quite right that day, and Varus knew it, but for some reason he ignored it. Positive thoughts and a flawless record of service so far wasn't about to be tarnished by one foul up on a routine security check. At this point, on the Republic controlled world, Varus may as well have been a mall cop who'd had far too big a meal at lunch to rundown the young troublemakers half his age.

It was suppose to be an easy visit with routine security checkups and the typical stern talking to for all those who took up residence on Zeltros that could have possibly posed a threat or been in cahoots with an enemy Faction. It was supposed to be a cinch, but somehow, in some way, Varus knew it wasn't going to be the typical day. There wasn't going to be anything routine about this visit to "The Party Planet".

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Pushing up from his Indian style seated position, Varus took his time as he got to his feet. He then reached back and pressed either hand against the lower edge of his spine, popping his back in a few places that he was sore from having been sitting and meditating for a long time. He was about to do a lot of walking, which he was very ready to do considering he'd been cooped up in that ship for a little longer than he was happy about. It was a long flight from Ossus, but it was more than worth it considering he was being allowed to lead his first mission that day. Apparently someone in the Order had seen something in him that he hadn't and deemed him ready to lead a small squad along with an unnamed Knight, or Knights, that would be waiting for them on Zeltros having already arrived hours before them.

He wasn't worried about leading the troop of Padawans as much as he was worried about just getting the job done as quickly and cleanly as he could. That's why he had chosen to take the time to meditate on the flight to Zeltros in order to calm his mind and make sure that he was as prepared as he could be when going into the still delicate territory. It was still under Rebel control, but the war that had ensued there not long ago had everyone on edge. Crime and gang activity was on a rise since everything had gotten out of hand those few months prior and Varus wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to do about it, but he was ready and willing to enforce the law of the Republic and make sure that the peace was kept if necessary. It would be one thing to act as the hand of the Republic, but without a cool temper and a level head from meditation, he could end up causing a lot more trouble than the good he intended to do.

"Everyone ready?", Varus asked as he entered the ship's common room where the others were waiting.

 

[Orron Thrask]

Another mission of peace for the cause of the Jedi Order and the Republic. Something that had put a little fire in Orron's soul as he was chosen to be part of the group to go to Zeltros. While he was not present at the intital invasion of the planet itself, he had heard of what transpired between the Sith and the Republic force during the battle itself. Given all that he'd learned of that day he wasn't sure if he wanted to be there or was glad he wasn't. It troubled him at times that he leaned towards one over the other but kept that sort of thing to himself.

At least this time things wouldn't be as harsh. Now he'd been simply tasked to help deal with crime that had started to take advantage of the planet's crippled status while making a swift move over the territories of Zeltros to collect the spolis. Orron, along with an assorted team of other Padawans and a few Jedi Knights, were supposed to go down and deal with the situation.

However one of the main reasons he'd wanted to come was in knowing his friend, [member="Varus Shatterstar"], was not only part of the team but leading it as well. It amazed Orron when he'd first heard that Varus had been granted such a task, one he was curious why the Jedi council members had given to him. Still part of him was glad to know he would be going into a dangerous situation with his friend by his side. A part of him, however, worried if his doubt that he'd sensed in him at times would get the better. Even so Orron planned to be there to pick his friend up if he should fall.

Once everyone was assembled in the comm room Orron waited with the others until Varus had finally arrived. He waited a moment before letting his friend see him before giving a reassuring smirk to try and boost his confidence. His Jedi robes were on his person, along with a spare lightsaber he'd been granted temporarily, but his hood had been kept up to hide his cyber implants from most of the others.

Once Varus had asked he stood striaght and answered "Ready as always, sir." emphasizing the last word to indicatie he was ready to follow him.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Padawans lead missions?

That was the first that he'd ever heard of it, but it was also pretty much the first mission that he was ever going upon in such a large group while he was a member of the Jedi Order. He hadn't introduced himself to anyone yet on the trip to Zeltros, but he meant to as soon as they landed.

Then he felt a calmed and focused presence in the Force, at some point anyway, and he wondered as to how anyone could meditate and think on the future, when you could act upon it, but he soon shrugged at his own thoughts and fell asleep for the rest of the journey to the planet.

Wake. Up.

No one spoke to him, at least Haytham thought so, but he was wide awake as soon as he opened his eyes and rushed to the common room, and set his gaze upon [member="Orron Thrask"] and the other occupants and he looked around, expecting something to happen, and soon found a seat in the room just as [member="Varus Shatterstar"] entered the room.

At his question, Haytham made no response, other than to frown when Orron said 'sir.'

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

As soon as he'd heard the word "Sir" fall from Orron's mouth he was immediately solemn. He didn't like the way that had happened, and he hadn't earned the right to be treated with such respect. Not yet, anyway.

He was no Knight and he certainly wasn't in any position of authority. He was merely named the leader of a squad of Padawan, which meant nearly nothing when one considered they'd be following the orders of a Knight from the start. "Please, Orron.", Varus said with a light hint of displeasure on his face at the what he'd said. "Just call me by my name. They made me the squad leader. That hardly means anything. The Knights on the ground are the ones we should be saying 'Sir' and 'Ma'am', to."

The next moment he smiled, though, not wanting to spoil the mood or be negative. "How have you been, my friend?", he said as he set out through the room to greet Orron with a stong hand shake. As he did, though, he glanced around the room at the others, smiling and nodding to them in greeting as well.

[member="Orron Thrask"]
[member="Haytham Kaze"]

 

[Orron Thrask]

Despite Varus' reaction Orron huffed a smile. He was only teasing his friend now, even though he knew it bothered him. It was a sign of apperication if nothing else. An indicator that he was still going to be there with him through thick and thin to deal with any and all problems they would face. But after the little talk Varus had given him Orron smirked while nodding.

Once he was asked Orron replied "As good as one can be. I should be asking you though." He leaned in to whisper, hoping no one would hear "To be fair, part of me wishes I was leading. But with you, I think we're much better off." before throwing him another smile.

[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Avalore Eden]

Feeling exceedingly patient on this day as she waited at the designated rendez-vous for her squad of Jedi ducklings, Avalore couldn't help but wonder if she'd brought enough Sil-Alert Stims. Considering the previous debacle on Zeltros, having a fresh supply of them had become a necessity now that the Republic people were forced to visit the planet on strictly-for-business basis. Things needed fixing, repairing, healing, and investigating, and ain't none of that happening without something to block out those pesky Zeltron pheromones. [member="Danger Arceneau"] had proven vastly more helpful than she'd bargained for, so Avalore purchased one bulk container of 500 to start with, thankfully reimbursed by the Order.

Smart move, Miss Eden, they'd told her, let's see how well they work and we'll consider a larger order to keep on-hand.

You know, just in case the Sith decided to crash the party again. What a frakas.

She'd brought a dozen with her today, enough to innoculate herself and five others. Twice. It was her hope the teams could conduct their business before the first dose wore off. It was also her hope that there would be little reason to use anything else she'd packed in her magical Healer bag.

"Knight Eden," a nearby officer harkened, "your team is inbound."

Avalore nodded, took a deep breath, fixed her blue robes a bit, and turned her eyes back to the colorful cityscape of Zeltros. Really, the damage wasn't so noticeable for all the neon lights.

[member="Orron Thrask"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Haytham Kaze"]

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Like he'd said... to himself, mostly, the Force had other plans.

Ending up on Zeltros after the first time, and the second time, and... well, it was never ideal. Yet somehow, he'd come out of it each time with his 'dignity' intact. Of course, it'd been quite some time, long before the recent Sith attack on Zeltros, since he'd last set foot on the party planet, each time vowing never to return. He liked a good pint, he liked pretty girls, but never in this way. Not how Zeltros offered it. And pints, as well as romanticism put into practice with said pretty girls were not anywhere closer than the furthest things from his mind, these days.

That aside, it was a christening of sorts, his first mission as a Knight of the Order, and the fears of his early days as a padawan were left in the past. What would be done was what needed to be done.

"They're almost here," he said, more for himself than anyone else when he wandered up beside [member="Avalore Eden"], as an officer reported much the same a mere beat of time after he'd said the first word. It was one of the somewhat eerie things he'd been finding more and more, the awareness of this and that without trying to. At least the pheromones wouldn't be a bother, and he was really thinking the company that produced the stims was genius. Enough that he'd willingly stick his nose into knowing more. There could be things he might need, in time.

He glanced sidelong at the other knight, hands on his hips, then turned his eyes back to the cityscape. It could wait until they were done here.

[member="Orron Thrask"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"]​

 

[Amelia Rivers]

This was Amelia first subterfuge mission and she hadn't had much training in stealth, but maybe she could just talk to some people instead of sabotage or the likes, she didn't like to get her hands dirty. She looked around the rest of room to look at her fellow padawans, the only one who she remembered was Haytham and that was because she had met him earlier in one of the temples. There was a cyborg, more man than machine, and as much as she knew she shouldn't be, she was kind of afraid of him. she repressed her fear before any of the other padawans could sense it in her. Though she had something on her mind that she needed to bring up, though she couldn't bring herself to and just sat there quietly.

[member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Orron Thrask"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Haytham Kaze"]

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Varus smiled at Orron as he shook his head at the man. "I hope I don't prove unworthy of your faith in me, Orron.", he admitted as he stepped past him and slapped a strong hang on his metal covered shoulder in the hardy greeting of his comrade. As he walked through the room, however, Varus glanced back and forth at the others with that smile lingering on his face as he said, "Alright. This should be pretty routine, but as always, be prepared for anything."

He then fell silent as the ship began to shake again. The engines had reversed and they were coming in for their landing, though there was still a streak of uncertainty in Varus' mind as the prepped to leave the ship. He kept that feeling to himself for the time being as their ship touched down in the docking bay and the hangar door opened.

"Alright, guys. Let's get to work.", he said, more suggesting than trying to make demands of any of them. He'd been named squad leader, but he'd never picked himself for a leader. In fact, he'd always been a loner and was completely self reliant, though his growing friendship with Orron was changing him a bit in that regard. Even then, however, he'd felt that someone else to look after besides yourself could just end up being a burden, and often times did. He'd flown solo for so long that he was having to make big adjustments as he learned to become a Jedi.

He wasn't alone anymore, and there seemed to always be someone watching his back those days, whether he liked it or not. They were there and they weren't going anywhere, so makimg the best of it seemed to be the best idea. That's why he tried his best to be friendly and make friends instead of start rivalries, though he knew that would likely happen one way or the other.

Leading them down the ramp, Varus stopped in front of Avalore Eden and Jannik Morlandt, who he smiled at and bowed to. "Greetings.", he said before straightening back up.

[member="Avalore Eden"]
[member="Jannik Morlandt"]
[member="Orron Thrask"]
[member="Haytham Kaze"]
[member="Amelia Rivers"]

 

[Orron Thrask]

More confident words from Varus and Orron knew he was making a decet impression on him. He returned his smile even as he slapped his metal body, knowing that he'd helped put a little more fire into his mind to keep him going. It was good to know that. Orron wanted to make as good of an impression on his friend as possible to keep his head in the game despite the situation.


He followed his friend towards the ramp, spotting the few others present and nodding to them. The girl with the violet hair, as he could sense, seemed trouble when he arrived. He wondered if it was due to hi apperence, as he often feared it would do to people. Regardless he tried to do his best to ignore it while giving whatever reassurances to her that he was safe.

[member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Amelia Rivers"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Haytham Kaze"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Zeltros was, well, an interesting planet. He had heard of many stories coming from that planet. The Party Planet. But, it hosted not regular normal parties, no, these were wild parties. Party Animals were the people who kept them alive. Both men and women were out of control, and they had done many, many things. What was also worse were the pheromones of that planet. Just one sniff and you'll be joining one of the party animals. Something that the Padawan wanted to avoid and evade. He wasn't planing on partying, yet.

However, the chances of ladies trying to take him for their own pleasure were slim after the One Sith attacked Zeltros. Hatake questioned himself over the attack. Why Zeltros? What do you gain from a planet like that? Unless you wanted to party hardcore then that would be a great legitimate reason to attack this planet. But, that would still seem to be a horrible option to attack the Party Planet. He could imagine all the money that went down the drain after the Sith attacked Zeltros.

Levitating and spinning his own personal and customize lightsaber that contained a white crystal at the heart of the weapon was Hatake dressed up very mysterious especially with the left side of his face concealed from the naked eye as well as his mouth. No words came from him, but if he was addressed then he would speak. For now his eyes were closed as he held out his hand that was levitating the saber in the air.

After the long ride from the Ossus Temple to Zeltros he could feel the ship shaking and vibrating which meant that they had arrived to their destination. And the fact was supported when a fellow Jedi had announced to the whole squad of Jedi to follow him, and when the ship had landed and docked at a landing platform. His eye opened and the saber feel into the palm of his hand with fingers clutching it and putting it away at his waist. Following the squad leader of the Jedi Padawans, Hatake was right behind Varus and the others of the group.

Just like Varus the Jedi boweed in respect to both Avalore and Jannick. "Greetings, Masters," he addressed to the two Jedi before him and began waiting patiently.

[member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Amelia Rivers"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Orron Thrask"] [member="Haytham Kaze"]

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Then they were off.

The ship had landed and the Padawan Squad had gotten off the ship. Lingering at the top of the ramp for a few moments was Haytham, looking over the horizon, taking in the sights for the first time before he continued down the ramp to the others. The Jedi Knights were there, and he followed the rest of the Padawans.

They all seemed well equipped for this mission, with weapons and such for the most part, and he felt self-conscious for but a moment before stopping and going around the group to bow to each of the Jedi Knights, [member="Avalore Eden"], and [member="Jannik Morlandt"]. Their leader, so to speak, [member="Varus Shatterstar"] seemed to know them, at least to Haytham and he took note of how out of touch he was with the rest of the Jedi Order.

Were you meant to make friends on missions?

He frowned while scanning the horizon. Despite his lack of weapons and skill with the Force, he made up for it with a bag full of equipment. Maybe unnecessary, but he felt better with it.

[member="Orron Thrask"], [member="Amelia Rivers"].

 

[Avalore Eden]

"Hello everyone," Avalore greeted them as they filed out of the ship, her voice loud enough to carry over the sound of the dying engines, "thank you for coming. I am Healer Eden and this is Knight Morlandt. Let's keep this quick and efficient. Zeltros as you know is overloaded with pheromones and they're going to make your job impossible."

"That's why we have these," the Healer produced a Sil-Alert Stim from her bag and held it up, "Sil-Alert Stims. These are formulated specifically to combat the effects of pheromones produced by races such as the Zeltrons. They will help to enhance your alertness and decrease the likelihood of being influenced by any of the locals. You're all going to inoculate yourselves before starting - simply remove the injection needle cap, place the tip against the side of your neck and depress the trigger. It only pinches a bit and they have been thoroughly tested for viability and safety. If for any reason you begin to feel ill, please alert me at once. Jannik if you can pass these to those two..." one Stim per person, she passed them along to those before her, "Masks don't stop pheromones," she said as she handed one to [member="Hatake Mutashi"] before moving on to [member="Orron Thrask"], "neither do filtration systems - not fully, anyway - there are very few races within this galaxy that have a natural defense against them and it takes a Master Forcer to be able to magick them away. Unless you happen to be one of them, I expect to see a red injection site spot and for you to hand me back an empty Stim."

"Everyone have one? Good. Once you've used it up I'll recollect the empty case. Knight Morlandt will fill you in on your objectives for this mission while I do so."

[member="Jannik Morlandt"]

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Varus smiled as he took one of the stims from Avalore and examined it for a moment. He them glanced over his shoulder and nodded to the others, making sure that any doubts they had would hopefully be quelled by his confidence. He then turned back to Avalore Eden and raised the pin tipped tube to his neck. He jammed it into his neck without hesitation, a light twinge shown on his face as he felt the fluid flush into his system completely before he pulled it out and sighed. "Alright then.", he said, reaching out and setting the empty stim capsule in Avalore's hand with a smirk on his face realizing that she probably wouldn't want it back.

"On with the show.", he said, laughing a bit at his own joke with Avalore before he turned and nodded to Jannik before he asked them, "I was wondering what exactly the Order's direction was with this mission, but I did have a few hints thrown my way by Kian about some Sith dealings in the public attractions of the planet. Apparently there are some Sith here that still need to be rooted out, though I don't know how much we'll be able to do if they're law abiding business owners." He then took a step to the side, allowing for the others to encircle the Knights as they listened in.

"Where do we start?"

[member="Avalore Eden"]
[member="Orron Thrask"]
[member="Haytham Kaze"]
[member="Jannik Morlandt"]
[member="Amelia Rivers"]

 

[Carn Dista]

[member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Haytham Kaze"] [member="Hatake Mutashi"] [member="Orron Thrask"] [member="Amelia Rivers"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"]


It had been three months since all that... Mess involving the Sith. And what a mess it had been - the cleanup operation still wasn't done. Carn ran his fingers through his beard while sat at the bar. He had been on world for at least half a year, and the locals had only just learned to keep their distance from "that human with the beard". Still, that didn't stop some from trying - the occasional aspiring bounty hunters were the most frequent, often the most drunk, and always the first to go away with a missing limb. His current company was a pair of natives - dancers, by the looks of their less than conservative outfits. It was rare for him to entertain their persistent attempts to get him to part with his morals and credits, however these two had... gained his interest.

"And you say that this... Zaal, forced you to work here?" he asked, inbetween listening to them and taking a sip from his drink. "Which would make you slaves, no?" His question was merely confirmation of what they had already told him - Some years ago they had been dancers for another cantina. The pay was good enough to live off, and according to them, the free drinks were always welcomed. However within the last year or so a figure known only as Zaal had taken interest in the building the cantina occupied and made the owner an offer they couldn't refuse. Afterwards, the duo had been forced into servitude upon pain of death. That was why they'd risked talking to Carn, despite the apparent dangers. It was also the only reason he'd patiently listened to them.

"That's right... No money, barely any breaks. We had to convince that slimey Rodian over there that we thought you'd bring in some good creds just to get the chance to speak to you. If this isn't slavery, then I don't know what is." said the first dancer. The second merely shuffled a little closer to her friend, draping herself across her body in a more provocative manner to keep the Rodian's suspicions at bay. "So, will you help us?"

Carn replied with a nod of his head and took a slight sip from his drink. "Get the Rodian to come here, then make yourselves scarce."

It was all he needed to say - the duo immediately walked over to the Rodian, hand in hand. They began to talk to him, explaining that the gent at the bar wanted a chat. The guard paused, a frown creeping across his face. "You... You idiots! I told you he was trouble, and now look what you've done! Just... Just go to the backroom, I'll deal with this before the boss finds out how stupid you've been!" His voice was shrill and full of aggravation. It was clear that he didn't want anything to do with this situation, but the heady mix of pheromones and a strong desire to keep himself out of trouble with his employer overthrew his survival instincts and he strode over to the Jedi, immediately offering his deepest apologies for any offence the two dancers had caused Carn. He offered to make it up to him by arranging a meeting between Carn and his employer, although he wasn't entirely certain why he had done, considering how much trouble he'd get in for it. What confused him more was his sudden urge to go and get a drink - although it made sense. He was thirsty, and if he'd just survived an encounter with the bearded human that came in here all the time he deserved a drink... And besides, he had to go and sort out a meeting with this human and the boss. If that didn't warrant a stiff drink, he didn't know what did. Forgetting why he was talking to Carn, the Rodian milled off to get his drink - failing entirely to notice that Carn had been subtly moving his hand for the entire conversation, and influencing his decision making through the Force.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Once Haytham had received one of the stims from [member="Avalore Eden"], he had pressed it up against his neck and injected it. It pinched ever so slightly for the shortest amount of time, and then he blinked and lowered his hand. Walking forward, he handed the empty stim back to the Healer Knight, and took up position in a spot that he'd be able to look at everyone, specifically the rest of the Padawans.

That was silly to say.

"If they are Sith, we arrest them. There's nothing law abiding about a Sith." Haytham frowned for a moment. Then he folded his arms over his chest and waited for the direction of the Jedi Knights, Avalore Eden and [member="Jannik Morlandt"].

[member="Amelia Rivers"], [member="Hatake Mutashi"], [member="Orron Thrask"], [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Seris Vant]

Invited in.

A world ripe for expansion of his own interests. Rayl thought he should send the Sith an angrily worded letter about how they hurt Black Sun's dealings with all the destruction and disruption they caused. That anger had subsided months ago by now. For what he lost paled by that which he may gain. Zeltros was a world to invest in; and Rayl had every intention to sink Black Sun's claws deeper than they ever were before.

A large bulk carrier burned down through the atmosphere to their preferential Starport of choice. They had a mix of cargo aboard to offload. Some of which was to be delivered by them while the rest would be picked up by the companies that imported the goods. The landing site came in to view, the ship had already gained clearance to land beforehand. People like Rayl had details like these worked out in advance. The landing gear deployed and the thrusters kicked in to cushion the landing. It was deafening their noise to any outside, or annoying depending on distance. There was a lot of thrust at work to bring something so heavy to a touchdown without becoming a beached whale. At once everything began to wind down and cut out. "Excellent landing Captain. As well as the finest crews of Kira. I'll shall see you on my return from business for departure". Rayl waved off the Captain and departed the bridge.

Down below in the cargo hold the crew was already hard at work beginning the offload. Rayl weaved and avoided the workers as not to be in their way. The grand sized ramp opened like a beasts gaping maw before him. A welcoming view of the Starport for him to see. Boots clanked down the ships metal tongue to the duracrete pad. He breathed in deeply. Despite the chaos that happened here three months ago the air hadn't changed. It still smelled as sweet as ever. "What a Summers nights. Tis a shame I must work and not enjoy the pleasures". Rayl laughed at his own responsibilities. He silently cursed his burdens as any good Pirate would.

An almost codgery voice shattered his enjoyment. "Rayl Wilded. Been many months since you stepped foot here. Couldn't get fried on Barab from those Ravens eh"? This man talking from behind Rayl's back was the customs official. One who deals with cargo inspections and the like.

"Ahh Garan Albus. You know there is no bird in the sky who can clip my wings. And you yourself didn't die when the Sith came to turn this place into their sand box now". Another hearty laugh given as he turned to face the older fellow. "How are you ya rusty blaster. And the family"?

"Well myself. Seresi has taken to her passion and opened a flower shop. It was damaged in the fighting and the repairs are only being done now". The man crossed his arms and a scoul appeared that would burn through Beskar. "My six children are fine thankfully. Healthy, fed, and doing well at their school. Evangeline even got a scholarship for university next year after she graduates I'll have you know. Kids got a mind for numbers let me tell you, ho hoo". Man darn hear gushed himself out into unconsciousness. Thats a father for you though.

"Ahh well that's very good news to hear Geran. Other than the damage to your wife's shop of course. Perhaps I should pay it a visit. No shortage of girls I know on Zeltos I couldn't give a flower too". Rayl slipped his hands away to the shadows of his coat pocket and a wide grin reached his ears.

"Well if you do just make sure you keep your womanizing away from the shop. Strictly business in that district. You got that". Felt like flames coming out his eyes at Rayl.

"I hear ya loud and clear. Strictly business. And that's why I'm here Garan. I plan to help make this world an even more prosperous place than it was. And get the party started again". Rayl reached out an arm; so did Garan. Their hands grasped in the middle and they both grinned like the fools they were.

"Well I best be getting back to my office now. The Boloball game is about to begin. Can't miss this match, if my team wins they're in the playoffs"! Garan broke the grasp and turned with a wave. "See ya kiddo. Stay outa trouble".

"Hah, you too old man. And tell Seresi I said hi"! Rayl tucked his hands away again. Back to business as usual.

 

[Ariella Garon]

Invited In

After there find captain of this humble vessel had made a landing. She had busy herself with the book deal, all those boring stuff that the leader himself didn't like to be bothered. Details there was magic in working numbers. Even then a few months back her skill came in handy to the fact that there some of those back stabbing crime that thought they could take advantage of the Black Sun. Nope not on her watch that was going to happen. It came to their surprise something so beautify as herself could be so deadly. After all one in this kind of business had to handle herself. After all she had proven herself over and over again.

Wearing something form fitting but very lose for a number of reason. One she had some very form fighting armor under her clothing. After all with the run in with the sith she had took it to heart to always be prepared in any situation. That she was at less she had her own weapons hidden or not she had them ready. For the most part she knew how to used them being a season fighter of sorts.

Stepping off the ship after making sure all the crew knew what they was doing. That she had a list would cheek it once it made its destination. Naughty with the cargo she would make sure that was the last time they would think or do anything to wrong the black sun. As she grinned at them all, such a sweet thing.

Walking up to [member="Rayl Wilded"] with a nod.

"You promise no dark place this time, I guess you delivered on that promise 100X and more.", Putting her pad way for the time being. As she looked at it all just from the stories of ones that visit this place. Coming to agree this place had a smell all its own. "Whats the plan, there boss I would like to take a look at some of the warehouses and other propriety that been left after the wake of this sith war.", , giving a grin as there always ways to make money after such a thing like this now was the time she had a few dealing in the making already, talking to them over the holo but to seal the dealings she would have to met with them personal or at less the bank, as a few of the place the owner, along with all known family member was dead.

 

[Christian Slade]

I'm Expected

The Red Dragon Casino

Three months down and still the city lay in shambles where the fighting had ensued between the Repbulic and the One Sith. Thankfully the fighting had been bottle necked to a portion of only a few miles through a couple of the more popular districts of the city, which was good for Christian Slade considering his largest and most popular establishment laid at the end of 6th street, one of the most popular streets on the entire planet, and he'd managed to keep it from being touched during the chaos.

Still, it wasn't enough for the Sith to simply fail in their endeavors. Christian took it upon himself to actually go out into the battle kill a few of those fools himself that day, which was more than satisfying to him after he'd been enraged that they were even there to begin with. It was a rain and blood soaked day that he'd have all but forgotten had it not been for the months of work that it had taken to get things looking normal again. With that physical damage there had been an emotional tole taken by Zeltros and it's people, however, which was something he was currently trying to remedy by making some deals with the Black Suns.

Zeltros was a party planet. They needed their death sticks and their spice, just like any other planet ripe with a nightlife and young, stupid people. They would come and throw their money away at his Casinos one way or another, but not if they weren't drunk or high. That's why he was even bothering with the dealings of drugs at all. He had always been able to help the young of Zeltros with their drinking problems, but he'd never delved into the drug trade.

On that day he'd been waiting, watching over the city from his office in the highest room of 300 story Casino and Resort establishment, the Red Dragon. He was waiting for contact from the Black Suns, wondering if they'd be interested in expanding their business on Zeltros. As he waited, however, he waited in style with a glass of whiskey in his hand and the company of a flawless young blonde he hadn't taken the time to bed. Not yet, anyway.

There was a time and place for everything, after all...

[member="Paega Anginous"]
[member="Ariella"]
[member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Ah, so there was a way to defend yourself from the pheromones of this planet. Good, now the Jedi didn't need to worry about pheromones taking him over and, well, do something that he would regret. Accepting the stim from Avalore he then aimed the very tip of the stim at his neck and jammed the tip into his neck, following the fluid coming into his system. There was pain, but it wasn't like going to the doctor and have a needle poke through your arm. After inserting the fluid from the stim through his system he handed it back to Avalore.

He, again, waited for the mission to be debriefed by one of the other Jedi that was with Avalore. However, he did talk to reinforce Haytham's statement, "We won't be giving them their rights and a lawyer. We arrest them and give them a sentence of prison for the rest of their lives."

That was something new he had heard of.

[member="Haytham Kaze"] [member="Carn Dista"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Orron Thrask"] [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Amelia Rivers"]