Operation: Little Rae of Sunshine

[Kay-Larr]

Near Coquitlam
Bakura​

Daiq checked on her unconscious patient. The lab that they were in was a mix of whites and blues. Very relaxing and very sterile. It was quiet, tucked out of the way and very indiscreet. The perfect place. She had acquired this facility over 13 years ago, replacing the last one that was destroyed due to an....unfortunate accident with a patient. This time there would be no mistakes to lead to such a disaster. This time it was perfect.

The patient on the table slept soundly in an induced coma. Electronic patches and other devices kept track of her vitals. Daiq held her datapad in her hand, going over the latest stats on the young woman before her. When she spoke it was into a recording, as she liked to keep a record of nearly everything. "Patient 18-1-5's vitals are normal. No lasting side effects from yesterday's test. Pupils are..." She lifted up an eyelid and studied the eye for a few seconds, before releasing it. "...normal once again. No dialation and no reaction to outward stimulation. Wake up time is scheduled in two hours for feeding and questioning."


She tucked her datapad under her right arm and proceeded to her living quarters that lay on the other sude of the facility. A series of cameras and guards helped to maintain security. The facility itself was patrolled by drones. Each lab needed both hand, retinal and voice command for entry. Daiq's living quarters was secured in the same manner, but also included a typed in codeword. Her own safety was paramount and given the details of her experiments, it was easy to see why.

After gaining entry, Daiq walked over to her desk and set her datapad on it. She pulled out a datachip from her drawer and began downloading this morning's data onto it for back up. There was always back ups. She then began preparing herself some caf.

One touch on her remote turned on multiple holoscreens. Some were of the facility, some were on specific labs, while others were on various street corners in the nearby city of Coquitlam. Daiq looked at those first. If she wanted to, she could turn on the audio. But instead she had another matter to tend to. After hearing whispers of a member of the First Order, [member="Connor Harrison"] mentioning a certain name, she had to act. It was time to go into the city and hire a proper soldier that could add to her security detail.

After some research she had come into contact with one. She was set to rendevous with [member="Myles Davorak"] in an hour. That'll give her plenty of time. The set place was a park near the crooked tree. If he didn't show, then the hunt for one would continue. Surely it wouldn't be that hard.

Hopefully he wasn't a Force user.

[member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Macoda Haberon"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Loading various cargo crates into his ship, Myles carefully loaded the cargo one by one, until all crates were accounted for.

He resupplied often to make sure his larder and munition reserves were at adequate levels at all times. He bought enough rations for a couple more months and enough munitions for a few firefights.

Wiping the sweat off of his brow, he heard the audible notification on his datapad go off. Hunh...more work already? Good. He pulled out his datapad and saw it was from a woman named Daiq. Requesting a meeting with him in the park had piqued the interest of Myles. Clapping the dust and debris off of his hands, the meeting was arranged one hour from now. He would take a portion of the rations and have a quick meal before meeting this mysterious woman.

Work was steady, which was making retirement a possibility in the future for him. Nah, maybe not. Work is too good. He thought to himself as he chuckled.

Hauling the cargo himself worked up an appetite, he didn't realize this until his meal was already gone. 14.50 minutes have passed since the notification. Might wanna get cleaned up and head to the park now.

Cleaning up the sweat and dirt he accumulated, the refresher granted Myles a rejuvenated feeling as he got dressed and headed out to where the meeting should take place. Crooked tree is where he was supposed to be.

Hope there is no funny business involved. Hardly there ever was, but it has happened to him in the past. Waiting for this woman he pondered the usual. How much is the pay, the duration of the job and what the actual job was. Time would tell for sure.
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

As Daiq drank her caf, she continued to watch the holoscreens, her eyes darting from one to the other to the other. She prefered her operation to be like a well oiled machine. There were no droids, no aliens, only humans. It was racist yes, but there was a sole purpose behind that. There were a few other patients in comas, while others were being tested. All of their data would be reviewed later.

She opened up a channel for her eyes and ears on the outside, Sayer. Her holoimage was projected to him, the same as his was projected to her. Where his lair was, Daiq wasn't certain. It didn't matter anyways. "It's time. Meet me at the dock in 15 minutes. Bring your duffle. We're going to the park." Sayer only responded with a nod this time. Daiq just smirked as she turned off the communication.

Not long after, the two were walking into the park, the crooked tree clearly in view. Sayer had his duffle over his shoulder, dressed in a black tshirt, green cargo pants and combat boots. Daiq held her datapad in her hand, while she was dressed in a light blue button up top, white tank top and dark grey slacks. It was clear who was the boss and who was the bodyguard.

As they approached the tree from one direction, [member="Myles Davorak"] approached from the other. She recognized him from her files. "Mr. Davorak. I hope that I've caught you at a good time."

Sayer kept close by, but his eyes weren't on them. Instead they were looking all around them.

[member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Bradshaw Ku]

Finally, today was the day. The day [member="Macoda Haberon"], [member="Darlyn Excron"], himself, and his new Master and step-father, [member="Veiere Arenais"] would go to Bakura to start their search for his long-lost little sister, Rae-Anna. There was almost nothing to say that she’d still be on the planet after fifteen years – except for whatever Darlyn’s detective work had drudged up. It was as good a place to start as any because it was the last place she’d been seen by the last person among them to see her, him. The guilt over having left her when he’d run from the planet and from the woman tasked fifteen years before with their protection and care, Daiq, still weighed heavily on his mind. Fortunately, with the reassurance of his Master and the Jedi training with which he undertook daily at Commenor’s Force Praxeum, it was a weight he was better equipped to bear.

Today, he wasn’t Bradshaw Ku, Crown Prince of Commenor and Jedi Padawan. This was a top-secret mission. A Jedi and Commenori prince poking around First Order Space was very obviously about the furthest thing from discrete as was possible – not to mention two of the crew, Mac and Darlyn, apparently hadn’t played nice with the First Order in the past.

Today was the day he pulled his old clothes from a trunk beginning to collect dust.

Just when he’d started to get used to his monastic Jedi robes, he had to go back to his old costume. Not that he minded. It wasn’t as if he had to try hard to fit the part of a hired pilot and underground smuggler. Like his well-worn gloves, that role fit like an old friend after having spent most of his life doing just that.

Today, he was Yui Calypso, the name of his old smuggling mentor and the name he adopted for his alternate identity during the mission. That too, came easily to him, as he’d used it many times to bed naïve women before slipping away in the cover of night with more urgency than an alderaanian counting one too many moons in the night sky. Those were wilder times, indeed.

Bradshaw leaned back in the pilot’s seat of the Dynamic-Class Freighter he’d acquired in preparation for this new, and so much more important, smuggling mission, with the help of Ben, Commenor’s Head Engineer. It would’ve been fishy for the prince to scrounge the markets for a beat-up second, third, and likely fourth-hand freighter. It wasn’t at all unusual for the peculiar and little recognized Chadra-fan engineer to pretend to have saved up enough credits to buy his first ship. The feisty little mechanic did more than just serve as a purchasing middleman, however. Bradshaw wasn’t the only high-ranking member of Commenor to have a shady smuggling past. As a starship and smuggling specialist, he’d spent weeks scurrying and squeezing through every nook and cranny of the vessel ensuring that it looked worn down on the outside, but was actually in perfect working order on the inside. And really, isn’t it what’s on the inside that counts? They couldn’t afford a real malfunction. Just as important, he’d built in false walls, secret passages, and cramped hiding places hidden well throughout. Just in case.

With dorsal and underbelly dual turbolaser turrets, dual heavy quadlaser cannons on either side of the wingtips, a concealed ventral anti-personnel repeating blaster, and proton torpedoes, they would have enough firepower to defend themselves for a short time if they needed to, but not so much as to draw unwanted attention. A souped-up engine ensured better than average sub-light speed and maneuverability for ease of escape. The downside, besides the fact that its two sleeping compartments were dormitory style, was the shielding. Bradshaw knew that to give the ship more giddy-up, Ben had permanently reconfigured its generators to draw power from the shields into the engines. It wasn’t as if they didn’t have shields at all – they did – they just couldn’t take as much punishment as they otherwise could’ve. That was just fine with him. Any good pilot and smuggler could do more with speed and maneuverability than with beefy shields.

He tried to relax while he waited for the other three. To limit a comm-trail, they all knew beforehand where and when to find the ship. It sat in a small, little used spaceport on the edge of Chasin City. It would’ve been too difficult and obvious to get two members of the royal family, the Head of Security, and Commenor’s Minister of Justice quietly onto the same rundown freighter at the Palace, or the city’s major spaceports. To keep his mind off the unpleasant memories brought back by the mission, he wondered what alternate names and identities the others settled on and what name they would give the freighter. Surely it had to have one, if only to keep their stories straight.

| [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Myles Davorak"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] |​

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Today was the big day. Mac looked at himself in the mirror as he waited to go down to the predetermined landing pad that was located at the edge of Chasin City, where [member="Bradshaw Ku"]'s freighter would be waiting. Like on most missions, Mac had decided to travel lightly. All he really needed was a bit of light armor and his two trusty axes that were holstered at his sides. That, and a fake identity. For his new name, Mac had chosen "Hadrian Bjormund", a common Fornish name from an obscure Epicanthic clan. There was no passing off as a human for Mac, so he had to stick to the relatively limited pool of Epicanthic names. As for his back story, Mac decided to keep it as close to the truth as possible so he wouldn't have to worry about tripping over his own web of lies. He was a mercenary hired by Montressor and Sons mining corporation to oversee the shipment of rare metals to Bakura. A simple enough story, and Mac had actually worked for the same company in the past, which was just a front for a large scale smuggling operation.

Having gone over his story and his gear, Mac decided that it was time to head out and walk to the landing pad where hopefully Bradshaw will be waiting for him. Bradshaw, [member="Darlyn Excron"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], and himself. What a crew. Mac wasn't really close to any of them, and had a disdain for Darlyn in particular but hopefully that will change over the course of the mission. To be around so many force users without [member="Lady Kay"] had left Mac feeling a little exposed. Yet despite this, Mac was feeling pretty confident. In the end, this boiled down to nothing more than a merc mission similar to the ones that he participated in for Miss Blonde. These kind of things was what Mac was good at, and partly why he was chosen for such a mission.

Mac arrived at the landing pad where he quickly saw Bradshaw. He nodded in his direction, saying little. They weren't out of the woods yet, and Mac didn't want to risk someone overhearing them.

 

[WolfMortum]

The night before this new venture, Veiere had chosen to spend within the Palace seeking personal time with [member="Lady Kay"]; the pair had much to discuss and he wished her to be assured that given her unusual choice to remain on Commenor, he would be there to support the mission as best he was able. Rae-Anna had not been seen in a great many years, rumors weren't often much to go on and Veiere wondered if Bakura was even a worthy target anymore after so long. Most people with half a brain would expect to be followed had they remained in the same place for so long with a person of such importance as Kay's daughter was to them. She had informed him that [member="Bradshaw Ku"] would be taking them in using his old smuggling tricks, something Veiere had to chuckle at, no doubt the boy was more than eager to pull out the ol' blasters and go rogue first chance that he got considering his recent days spent adapting to life within the Praxeum. He had no doubts in Bradshaw's ability, despite his youthfulness, the lad obviously knew the stakes and would be ready for anything if it meant finding and bringing his Sister home. It would be an interesting learning curve for the Master to observe his Padawan over the coming hours, to get to see how his instincts would kick in out within the field.

Come the day of their departure the morning was spent in quiet seated before a breakfast spread that was quaint and private, Kay and he spending their last remaining hour within her office with a cup of tea, Veiere having chosen to have a Stim-Caf this time around for the sake of the day that they had ahead of them. It would be his second time venturing into First Order space, the last having been to delegate with [member="Samka Derith"] over the matter of [member="Connor Harrison"]'s actions. That specific incident to Veiere's knowledge had yet to be concluded, they'd received no word as of yet to what might become of the man, though with the chance that he might have slipped through their fingers and the prospect of running into him on Bakura as Kay had too given him the last known location of her daughter thinking he might want to help her; a more firm presence from the pair would be necessary.

Making his way towards the hangar of which they had been instructed to meet, Veiere's Lightsabers had been coupled together, the two hilts securely forming the double bladed weapon, their combination doubling the length of the weapon and lacking all subtly as it hung from the right of his belt. His Attire remained very much the same, his own style of tunic and a sleeveless hooded vest that weighed it down, nothing in the way of armor though comfort certainly for him; he did not have any intention of going by an alias or any form of disguise. His faith in the Force as well as his knowledge over it would give him the advantage he might need, least someone ask him his identity and he need to refrain from compliance. Last but no less significant, the EE-3 blaster rifle was slung over his left shoulder, his left arm atop the firearm keeping the barrel pointed to the floor and the stock up in the air at his back so to ensure it didn't threaten anyone around him, despite the safety being on. He wasn't much of a fan of using such weapons, though he was familiar with them well enough having had to in the past; they simply felt too blunt in what they were built for. Truthfully he had been considering offering the weapon to [member=Atheus], though before he did so, he felt he ought to make actual use of the weapon having bought it through a rather impulsively entered auction across the holo-net. His good friend would at-least wish to know the blasted thing worked...

[member="Macoda Haberon"] | [member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Pacing around the park Myles noticed two individuals in the vicinity. One he thought he recognized as Daiq but didn't assume this was so. Wouldn't she be travelling alone for this meeting? It didn't matter, a job was a job.

He stood still by the crooked tree to see what would happen from here.

Mr. Davorak. I hope that I've caught you at a good time.

"I always have time, I am guessing you are Daiq?"

He paused for a moment as to let her continue the conversation. There was no telling what the job proposal, if any; would be. He crossed his arms as to reach a comfortable standing pose. Myles had a tendency of pacing or fidgeting in situations like this, not because of nervousness but because he was restless given his age.
[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Myles Davorak"] seemed to be a man that was straightforward and to the point. Good. Daiq wasn't one to beat around the bush. She might hide certain things from others, but she was straightforward about it. If she didn't want someone to know something, she'd tell them.

"I am. And this is Sayer. I asked you here to see if you are interested in a job. I require an experienced soldier to help maintain security at my lab. I value a strategic mind. The pay is more than fair, you'll have free room and board. Are you interested?"

If he wasn't than she had just wasted her time. She needed Sayer to remain where he was, within the city. So another right hand man was needed. Hopefully Daiq was just being a bit paranoid, but she didn't last this long without her instincts.

Sayer turned his attention to Myles now. It was as though he was waiting for something, having done this many times before. It wasn't routine, but he knew the drill in regards to these 'interviews' that Daiq liked to conduct.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn once held a different job, one he still rather fancied and indulged in from time to time, though of course with a more stringent policy of contracting. It was hardly a surprise to anyone who knew him personally, the man that would soon be entering the secluded space port to meet with MAc and Bradshaw, though under aliases of course, and Veiere more likely than not as well. A man adorned with his Desperado-class armor, and his plethora of weaponry. On his back rested the drifter shotgun, a beast of a weapon that he had yet to truly master the use of, at his hips his lightsabers an engraved DL-18 blaster pistol. And in his hands? The palace had little use for much heavy weaponry, but it wasn't hard to acquire a rotary blaster, a minigun really. He had insisted on bringing the weapon, there were so few opportunities for him to play with these big toys they had laying around after all. And, naturally, as many thermal detonators and detonation packs as he could carry.

What really sealed the deal, however, was his mask. Under his wide brimmed hat, and with a new cloth to wrap around the back of his head to hide his hair, a perfectly domed, mirrored mask. When one looked into it, they would only see a twisted reflection of them self... a favorite toy of his truly. While a hunter, it had been his signature article of clothing, giving him a sense of anonymity, and he rarely ever had removed it. To accompany it, this time a code name, an alias. Something simple enough its nature could be kept hidden. So, today he was not Darlyn Excron, the Praxeum's top resident darksider and Minister of Justice. He was Abrams Nobel, a bounty hunter. Why pick an identity you couldn't be comfortable and natural in?

He chuckled as he made his way into the hanger, shifting the massive rotary blaster in his hands as he approached. He offered a nod to the already present trio, nodding his head to each as he made his way in. Surprisingly he had managed to carry the massive weapon through the city without being spotted, a trick made possible by his skills from hunting, and knowing full well how the entire city's security system worked. If he wasn't the good guy that he acted like, well, he'd be quite the terrifying stalker wouldn't he?

He moved his way to Bradshaw in particular, speaking to him in a low voice through the sound alterations in his mask. "Abrams Nobel, you're the smuggler right?" Nothing odd about a bounty hunter and a smuggler working together.. and it was a natural enough question to ask. He was every bit the old professional.


[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

"I am. And this is Sayer. I asked you here to see if you are interested in a job. I require an experienced soldier to help maintain security at my lab. I value a strategic mind. The pay is more than fair, you'll have free room and board. Are you interested?"

He nodded at the man known as Sayer....quiet type.
Myles uncrossed his arms and smiled "Always looking for work, you said securing a lab? Count me in"

He felt it could be bad business accepting a job before prodding more info, but with the two figures in front of him, he knew that they might be pressed for time.

"During some point, I would like to know what exactly I should be on the look out for? What kind of enemies we are dealing with, that way I can plan accordingly" He cut the talk short. They looked like the pair that didnt want heavy worded explanations but wanted more results instead. I can provide that.

Myles held his hand out for a confirmation of the contract by a quick handshake. You can tell alot about a person's character by the way they shook hands.
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Daiq gave [member="Myles Davorak"] a small smile, pleased that he was accepting the offer. If he wasn't adequate, then there were steps to be taken. "Your questions will be answered when we get to the facility."

She tilted her head to the side a bit as he held out his hand. Daiq didn't make such physical contact with others, but there were times when it was warrented. So she reached out and firmly placed her hand in his, giving it a shake.

Sayer on the otherhand had opened his duffel and pulled out a small bundle of black material. Instead of trying to shake Myles' hand, he held out the material while Daiq spoke up again. "Put this hood on. It's customary for my newest employees to not know where the facility is. Once I know that I can trust you, the location will be revealed to you. Once you see what I'm working on, you'll understand my precaution."

Daiq's gaze was unwavering, no hint of malice in her eyes or ill intent. Only the truth of her words was evident there.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

After Daiq shook his hand, he got the feeling that this was a woman who did business and was serious about it. No humor or distractions involved. That's alright, makes this job a tad easier. Before he knew what was going on next he saw that Sayer was reaching in his duffel for a piece of fabric. A hood.

"Put this hood on. It's customary for my newest employees to not know where the facility is. Once I know that I can trust you, the location will be revealed to you. Once you see what I'm working on, you'll understand my precaution."

It wasn't everyday that clients hid their locations from him but they relied on his word of mouth he wouldn't divulge information. Client security is his best policy. He would comply out of respect for her and out of job security.

"Sure thing, I understand. You have precautions to take. So do I." He didn't mean that in a threatening way but Myles had backups just in case there was foul play. He secured the hood over his head and awaited further direction from his employer. Hoping things would go smooth would be a far cry from reality at this point. This client; Daiq was hiding something.....big, or had to be at least to be this security-oriented.

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Bradshaw Ku]

It wasn’t difficult to spy [member="Macoda Haberon"]’s approach as he entered the hanger. The epicanthix usually wasn’t. By the time the large man, and new Head of Security, made it to the freighter, Bradshaw was already in full smuggler mode. Having lowered the boarding ramp, he was soon casually leaning against one of the hydraulic struts, arms crossed as if he were waiting for someone but not all that interested in their arrival.

He made no move toward Mac, but returned his nod with a knowing one of his own. Then, he felt a familiar strong presence in the force. [member="Veiere Arenais"] walked into the hangar. A raised brow gave away his slight surprise at his Master’s choice of costume. It wasn’t that it was unusual, but rather, that he dressed the same as just about any day. Veiere’s lack of any sort of disguise wasn’t half as surprising as the impressive looking blaster rifle he had slung over his shoulder. Bradshaw covered his mouth with a gloved hand, stifling shocked laughter. He couldn’t remember ever seeing his Master pack so much as a blaster pistol on his person, let alone military grade assault weaponry. The juxtaposition was almost too much to handle.

Fortunately, he was soon distracted by a darker, though still familiar, arrival in the force. The fact that [member="Darlyn Excron"], Commenor’s new Minister of Justice, came packing more firepower and explosives than a stormtrooper battalion was the least surprising thing he’d seen all day. If he hadn’t come ready to blow-up a large building, only then would Bradshaw have been surprised. He coolly returned his nod.

“Abrams Nobel, you’re the smuggler right?”​

Darlyn greeted through his mask. It was a little disconcerting looking at a fun-house version of his own face reflected at him rather than Darlyn’s actual face. A bit distracting too.

“How-d'ye-do -- sure am. Yui Calypso's the nicest thing anyone calls me, so you can call me that if you like. Though,” he said brushing off his jacket, "us folk like to think of ourselves as sensitive-cargo and personnel relocation specialists. Smuggler’s a bit derogatory nowadays, don’t ‘cha think?” After a pregnant pause, he waved his hand in dismissal, “Just pullin’ your leg, buddy.” He moved off the ramp and patted the freighter, a few paint chips flaked off. He was taught a long time ago that the best way to hide, was not to look like you were trying to hide at all. He addressed the group,“Yeah, she don’t look like much, but I promise, she’s got a heart-a-gold and she’s feistier than a Hutt on his birthday… if ya know what I mean,” he laughed. Turning back toward the ramp, he started up, “how ‘bout y’all see my five star accommodations inside and then,” he turned around at the top, “We can talk about the most important thing of all – credits. Fast travel - no questions - for lots 'a' credits, that’s my motto and I'm stickin' to it.” He then slipped just out of sight.

In all likelihood, nobody was watching them and nobody cared. In all likelihood, quite that level of performance wasn’t needed. Better safe than sorry and besides, he couldn’t help but have a little fun. There'd be plenty of time for seriousness later. One thing was for sure, nobody was going to think they were trying to hide. Once they were all inside and the ramp closed, they could speak more freely.

| [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Myles Davorak"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] |​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Once [member="Myles Davorak"] put the hood on, she nodded to Sayer who soon got into position behind the new hire. Daiq then pulled a small case out of her pocket, took out a needle. Sayer took hold of Myles' arm, as though he was going to lead him away, but instead he was leading him right to Daiq. She thrust the needle into his neck and and plunged the chemical cocktail into his bloodstream. Myles would feel fuzzy at first, warm and then nothing as he would slip into unconsciousness. Sayer held him up, just enough to throw him over his shoulder.

Daiq just gave him a small smirk. "I suppose that we'll find out soon enough how quick he is to anger. Let's go." She led him out of the park. People in the city, so used to the First Order, tended to not question strange things like that happening around them. And they knew Daiq.


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Thirty minutes later, Myles would find himself waking up in a chair in what appeared to be an empty hanger. Daiq was going through some notes on her datapad while Sayer was nowhere to be seen. A small bandage was on his left forearm. It appears as though a sample of blood was taken from him. "You're quite healthy for someone your age. That's good. Some of my patients can get a bit violent. But your job will be to protect this facility from outsiders. Once you've recovered a bit, I'll give you the tour."

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

After Myles put the hood on, he blacked out as a faint prick was felt on his neck. Bantha poodoo. He thought. Was he duped? Did someone want to snuff him out? Is this how it would end?

All questions would soon fade as he closed his eyes.

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Sound was muffled and he was feeling groggy when he finally woke up. He found himself in a chair, amongst a grand white room. A facility of sorts.
"Unngghgh. You really should have told me you needed to do that. You have my word on confidentiality. I gotta have some trust here"

He knew why Daiq did this but it did slightly tick him off, as it showed zero trust in him. I know I know, gotta build it up to earn it. After a few moments he was over the ordeal entirely but it did raise a small flag mentally for him.

Myles felt a small pain in his arm. They took blood samples? This was getting a little weird for him, he never had a client do a blood sample screening before proper employment.

"You're quite healthy for someone your age. That's good. Some of my patients can get a bit violent.

Other than the fibromyalgia, but thats minor. This lady is bombad. He thought to himself.

"I try to stay healthy to keep me in the field of work."
His mouth was noticeably dry, either from not drinking earlier this morning, or from being blacked out--whoever knows how long.
"I might need a drink of water, but I should be good to go."

He stood up and felt a little light-headed. What did they inject me with? Myles hated needles, especially not knowing what the concoction would be. Even though Daiq was standing there, to Myles she was moving in circles.

Myles squatted and leaned his hands against his knees, hoping to find his bearings properly.
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Trust needs to be earned, not given. If I had believed everyone that told me to trust them, I wouldn't be living."

Daiq didn't try to help [member="Myles Davorak"] up or to touch him at all. She just stood there and watched him. Not long after she finished talking, a male nurse appeared with a glass of water. "Keeping healthy is good. Some of my patients are Force users, but they are more or less controlled. Still, there is always the slim chance that they could cause trouble."

Daiq tilted her head to the side a bit. "What are your views on Force users? Do you like them? Hate them?" It was a question that hadn't occurred to her to ask before. Better late than never.

 

[Myles Davorak]

Kriff....she does have a point. He thought to himself. Even though Myles was a mentally strong person most of the time, this proposal was feeling "different"

"There is truth in your words Daiq. My apologies. Ill comply to whatever protocols you have in place" Playing it smart, he complied with her guidelines and didn't question her ways anymore. He needed this to go as smooth as possible.

Myles noticed the nurse bringing him some cold water in a glass to which he prompted to the man "Much obliged sir." Downing the water in a matter of seconds he regained his stance and was able to walk no problem after a few moments.

What are your views on Force users? Do you like them? Hate them?

My, that is a peculiar question.
"I am neutral. I don't care for them but I don't hate them. If they are involved in the job somehow, I will do what is required of me per your command Daiq."

He wasn't sure what answer she would be looking for but he hoped that he was living up to his reputation to this mysterious woman.
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Perfect. Daiq noticed the change in [member="Myles Davorak"] 's attitude as he recovered. He was quick to know his place. Questions were alright, but too many of them weren't good. He needed to be able to think on his feet rather quickly.

After giving Myles a once over, she gave him a curt nod. "Follow me." Daiq led him out of the hanger. As they moved through the corridors, he would notice plenty of cameras, touch pads near doorways and windows showing just a sea of blue. The facility was underwater. For the most part it was stationary, yet it was capable of being moved when need be. It's sleek design allowed it to move through the water with ease, though it wasn't capable of flying out of the water. All of it's design had been built for water alone. The ocean's cool waters were necessary in keeping the engine's and battery cells cold.

"Force users like a virus to the Galaxy. Light, dark, it doesn't really matter. Control over the rest of us is what drives them. Some have unique abilities over others. I've been studying them here, all the while trying to see if I can single out what gives them these abilities and to rid them of it. A ysalamiri isn't enough. Though they too have been a part of my research. And if I can remove the Force abilities from individuals, then I can inject them into others as well. Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire."

Daiq led him to a door. She placed her hand on the touchpad and let her eye be scanned. "Ray of Sunshine." Voice recognition. The door slip open and she stepped in. Laying nearly unconscious on a medical bed was [member="Rae Anna Ku"] . She was young, about 20 standard years, and she was skinny, malnourished. Daiq didn't look to Rae. Instead she looked to Myles to gauge his reaction. "This patient is top priority. I know that she looks frail, but she isn't. Her healing abilities keep her alive and I'm studying her to see how far it goes. When this part of the study is over, she'll be brought back to full health. Her name is Rae Anna. And like all my patients, she may try to convince you into helping her, not understanding that I am helping all of them. Someone is looking for her. And where there is one, others may follow. Your job is to keep them out of this facility and away from her."

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Bradshaw Ku"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles kept his mouth shut as Daiq gave him the grand tour of the sub-aquatic installation. Force cleansing huh? Ability to harness Force abilities even if not born with them. A profitable idea. He had entertained the thought of having Force abilities but he withdrew from that temptation.


"Fight fire with fire. That's right. Well that's very extensive research I would imagine" Myles didn't know if the research was easy or not but finding the 'key' to Force abilities should present a few head-scratching formulas nonetheless.

Daiq was taking him down various hallways showing him various perimeters to the facility. People would be crazy to venture.....wherever we are. Myles had an affinity for the ocean, he always vowed to move somewhere where there were beaches galore. Deep blue ocean stared right back at Myles, showing signs of life here and there moving about.

Ray of Sunshine

He heard Daiq mention this phrase.....he then realized it was voice recognition. She has the technical security that's for sure. The door slipped open and Myles could see a younger woman on the table that looked very malnourished.

Not saying a word he let the woman continue with her explanation.

Your job is to keep them out of this facility and away from her

Now we are talking. I hope there would be a decent payout.

"Copy that Daiq. This....Rae-Anna will be my HVT to guard then. Ill just need to know what happened to my weapons or where I can acquire some, and I will do patrols to make sure I have blind spots covered"

Just like previous contracts, Myles had a knack for being descriptive in his work. With some clients it drove them crazy with boredom, while others appreciated it. Would Daiq find it boring or helpful? He didn't know and he was starting not to care. Leaving information out like that could cost him--not only money but his life.

"You're paying me to guard her and not let her escape or be taken and that's what I will do. I have a 'no buyout' policy so no worries on me being persuaded."
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Mac rolled his eyes. [member="Veiere Aenaris"] came dressed in his usual robes that just screams Jedi. [member="Darlyn Excron"] was not much better. He came armed to the teeth like a damn bullet farmer, packing more heat than most swoop gangs. However, a part of Mac was glad that Darlyn brought the extra firepower in case the group ran into trouble. Darlyn had a disguise and a fake identity which was more than what could be said about Veiere. What a group they were.

[member="Bradshaw Ku"] was the only one who was doing it right. Mac couldn't help but smile at Bradshaw's overt but believable mannerism. Mac had grown to like the kid despite his first impression of him as a egotistical bachelor. Bradshaw had some street smarts to him, and certainly made for better company than either Darlyn or Veiere.

They all quickly boarded the rust bucket of a ship before too much attention could be drawn to them, but it wasn't like they were in a crowded place to begin with. Once inside, Mac turned to Darlyn, trying his best to not be unnerved by his mask. He wasn't sure where to look at in the bizarre mirror. Could this guy be any more unnerving?

"Did you pick anything up in your search or his Bakura our only lead?"