"Next bounty?" the protocol droid asked as he shuffled into the room. He wasn't store bought or prebuilt, Marcus had spent years building him piece by piece, integrating his own programming and some personal touches to the thing, which now wore a tough iron grey outer plating.
Marcus' eyes scanned up and down the hologram, he leaned back in the couch, his left hand gripping the back frame of the seat and his right hand resting on his helmet.
"Definitely the most.... interesting one we've done". The droid stared at him in silence, "Sir, I need more context than that". "So apparently some guy, created this bio weapon called the
"Blackwing Virus" to take out a group of people called the.... N-arr-i-kians-".
"I believe you butchered that completely-".
"Shut up..... Point is this kid named Sirius Nova's offering 3 million credits for disposal of the virus and, I guess, the possible capture of the creator....".
The humm of the droid's limbs and head shifting filled the silent cabin, "Sir while 3 million credits may be a lot, I would like to remind you this is a bioweapon we're dealing with. The kind of people who create these types of thing are-".
He stood up,
"War Criminals, sith, dark jedi, mass murdering imperials, general kriffs, and-or any other type of evil people that dwell in this venomous hive of scum and villainy we call a galaxy....- R4's already on our way there.....".
He journeyed back to his cabin, patting his astromech which had been working tirelessly to follow the off-the-galactic-grid coordinates to the meeting point. As he sat down, his protocol droid followed. "So what is this system we are heading to?". Marcus shrugged, earning a slight step back from the droid,
"-Hidden starport at a place called Setus prime".
"We are going to a hidden starport?".
"Correct".
"With the vague knowledge that there's someone there paying us 3 million credits to vaguely take out a virus".
"Correct, again. Gosh you droids are so intuitive. Not the first clandestine planet location we've headed to for information on a job, not the last...".
With a hard jolt, causing everyone to sway forward, then back. When they came out of hyperspace, they were greeted by the system in question...... and a fleet of several ships, 2 squadrons of which immediately broke formation and made for them.
"Told you-".
"-Hush....." he leaned forward, patching into communications with the incoming vessels.
["Marcus Bishop, captain of the Freedom Seeker, here about the Blackwing Bounty"]. Contrary to what the protocol droid, Doc, thought, the ships quickly circled them as a voice came back through. ["Yeah you check out, Sorry Captain, we're going to have to make sure your ship is cleared..."]. Marcus fell back on his chair, rubbing his temples.
"This is gonna take farkin' forever....".
It took forever.
The Freedom Seeker touched down on the landing pad at the hidden starport, He emerged, clad in his red and black mandalorian armor. This time, unlike that other starport incident, he came prepared with his Jetpack. Just incase. A security member quickly approached him, pointing out the contact meet up. Sure enough, at the far end of the bay area, was the man.
Marcus quickly looked at the hologram, the image checked out with the man, who seemed to be meeting possibly another contact. He zapped off the hologram,
["Doc, tell R4 to lock up the ship and don't let any sketchy hutts with deathsticks in"], ["Didn't need to tell me twice sir"]. He heard the distinct sound of his starship's ramp raising up and locking into place as he headed off.
The mandalorian quickly made his way over, he knew the nature of this place solely by the interaction outside of his helmet. Normally, his kind drew eyes, the armor was an attention getter, and yet, no one glanced an eye at him as he approach Nova. Good, this meant less attention draw.
"Siris Nova? I'm Bishop, here about that little..... job, you had put out".