Lawman Said Get Him Dead or Alive

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

Elijah took a gander at the ship in question. Good quality, Haven-build, reminded him just a touch of that ol' Corellian that you couldn't get anymore after the Sith conquered the Corellian System and then the whole fething planet broke apart - he still wasn't sure what had happened there with a lot of the stories being told being different depending on who you were listening to. Annoying, but it didn't really concern Eli all that much.

"He ain't around now." the Mandalorian stated the obvious in a deadpan tone. His HUD wasn't picking up any traces of other life signs except theirs either, so it seemed that for the moment they were in the green. Which meant that they had to get a move on.

"One of us should scout out the ship." the last syllables weren't yet spent or he was already moving, leaving Warok behind to watch over him. It was a logical decision - the Ewok was small in stature, which meant he would have an easier time staying inconspicuous, whereas Eli would have had a more difficult time to stay hidden while in full armor.

A moment's tinkering with his build-in datapad transferred the appropriate codes to the ship... it unlocked and the ramp lowered itself. He disappeared into the bowels of the ship.

 

[Isar]

"Ok."

The Ewok's fuzzy ears waggled as the Mandalorian started up the ship's ramp. He knew not what to look for inside such a vessel. Happy Trigger could be the technological brains of this partnership. Warok would be the brawn.

The shaman sat down on the hangar floor and pulled out the doll. He began to adjust the features. After a moment of thought, he scratched in a T-visor. It looked almost like Happy Trigger. Warok couldn't wait to show him, once it was finished. A gift, perhaps. He reached out into the Spirit World, chewing on his lip. Hmm. No, the quarry had not been here for some time. He could feel nothing here. Nothing nearby.

Maybe they should just take the ship and leave.

Finding one man on a planet of billions would be difficult indeed.

[member="Elijah Rekali"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

The search went on for a solid ten to fifteen minutes. Elijah made sure to clear the ship room by room, taking his time and ensuring that there wasn't anyone or anything lying in wait for them - sadly the Mandalorian did not have the Force at his call to figure it all out, perhaps he could have called through the intercom... but that thought didn't even come to mind. The Force was the last thing that Eli really considered as a viable tool during good old fashion field work.

After clearing the ship he made sure to lock down the navigation computer for now. Which wasn't all too hard after using the codes supplied to him by Arceneau Trade; this way the ship wasn't gonna go anywhere, even if their target somehow managed to both of them. Something that he doubted would happen.

But better to be safe.

"Guy ain't 'round." the word came a few more minutes down the line. Elijah stepped into the bay, looked around and then found the Ewok sitting on the floor and working on something. A doll or whatever.

"I locked down the nav computer, he ain't going anywhere now."

 

[Isar]

By this time, [member="Elijah Rekali"] would probably notice the corpse of a Rodian on the ground a little ways in front of the Ewok. Blood pooled arounds its head, or what was left of it. Arms splayed out, blaster pistol lying just out of reach of its hand. The crimson puddle had not yet dried.

Warok looked up from the doll, noticed Happy Trigger's helmet staring at the body. "Oh."

He too turned to stare at the sordid victim, noting with disappointment that the head was still mostly attached to the neck. A poor job. He could do better.

"Um."

Sheepish did not describe Warok's expression, if one could read an Ewok's face. Contemplative fit much better.

"He was rude."

The smell of burning Rodian slowly whisped through the air. Warok's stomach gurgled obnoxiously.