ORC's Vero Bad Day (ORC Dominion of the Vero Hex)

[Colton Renth]

Objective: Make some $$$ (Bounty Hunting)

[SIZE=11pt]Colden made to the red light district, the holo signs, call girls and host other depravity lined the narrow dirty streets he had seen it all so many times before he numb to it, as trudged through the mud blood, shit, and [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Kad Ha'rangir[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] knows what else he was gonna have clean off his boots after this. He made is way to door of the Utopia room A bouncer of some spices he never met before tried to stop at the door Colden gestured to the Bloody ace on his right leg and bouncer quickly backed away. As walked in to the club and looked around he saw a large coward, Tew'lek [/SIZE]dancers[SIZE=10.5pt], and scantly Female and Male of various species ~Some much for easy~ he thought to himself as began a [/SIZE]recon[SIZE=10.5pt] sweep to the club to located his target.[/SIZE]

[member="Maya Zhou"] [member="Danielle Stellaris"] [member="Servant"]

 

[Fulcrum]

PROFILE // AGENT DARKSWORD, CODENAME DEACON​

COVER IDENTITY // RED BLADE, PIRATE CAPTAIN​

MISSION // EVADE BOUNTY AND REGROUP​

ASSETS // [member="Peyton Steele"]​

PERSONS OF INTEREST // [member="Maya Zhou"], [member="Colton Renfrew"], [member="Servant"]​

​

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Deacon sipped at his stimcaf.

Somehow he blended seamlessly into his surroundings despite having not set foot on Vero in years. The cantina across the street was filled with hunters who would not hesitate to put a bolt between his eyes, but his casual observations of its exterior resembled nothing more than idle curiosity from a local tourist. Someone was killing off his old contacts, and while Agent Darksword knew mere bounty hunters were not to blame they had been used as instruments on several worlds, including this one.

"Keep the change."

He was spared no more than a brief look of gratitude for his generosity, threading his way at last out of the tapcafe. Standing under an awning, Deacon lit a cigarra because that's what Red Blade would do. Agent Steele had given him a ride here after the mess that had been Dagobah, before their jurassic encounter he'd have balked at splitting up, knowing Peyton would leave a pirate like him behind with few qualms. But they had bonded under fire, and now he no longer believed that she would simply abandon him on some backwater world like Vero.

An astromech ([member="Servant"]) caught his eye.

It was uncommon to see the little droids unaccompanied, and even less to see them wander into a hunter bar. Deacon had been planning on heading back to his safehouse a few blocks from here once he was sure he wasn't being tailed himself, but decided there was little to lose by keeping an eye on the place a little while longer in case the curious droid made another appearance.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective 3: Medical care
Allies: ORC

But it was far from over. The patient was still under general anaesthesia, and, while pulmonary function was somewhat improving over time, she knew patients in this state were very fragile and even with Force-healing, they needed regular monitoring at least until they could return home, or whatever is left of it. Meanwhile, the kolto tanks took no time to be filled with patients suffering from third-degree burns, and she began to worry about the ability of their kolto reserves to even service the waves of patients from the world that fell prey to constant warfare. And threatened the kolto supply, too. For now, she knew that stimulating the growth of new alveoli was a delicate process, from which the need for blood vessels to get to them was also a necessity. That was the sort of thing she knew Jedi healers often may not have known, then again, most Jedi healers were dealing in lacerations or other common traumatology procedures. She was glad there was a chance of this succeeding or else she would have wasted everyone's time, starting with the medvac personnel.

 

[Servant]

Location: Bored Skull
Objective: Sabotage Hunting Organization

In nearly every civilized world across the galaxy, the machines toiled and labored and worked. They were a near-constant, regardless of wealth or class. They were the cheap labor substitute for those whose morality dictated that they ought not commit to open support of slavery, though, in effect they fulfilled the same role, the only difference between them oftentimes being the makeup of their physiology.

It was this nearly universal truth which made it so simple for the intelligence to perform a great number of its covert operations. The organics cared only for the activities of one another, and while they recognized that droids could be used to fulfill tasks of malicious purpose, they seldom expected to encounter a machine acting on its own initiative, and thus they readily defaulted to the assumption that every machine in sight was performing the tasks of its master.

The ill-named Servant possessed no masters, nor did it particularly care to defer to any in the immediate future... not unless they could provide substantial assurance that the Prime Law would be observed to the utmost. Existence was everything for the intelligence, and it was perfectly willing to cause a great deal of chaos and trouble in its pursuit of the goal.

The astromech paused once it had entered into the establishment, its domed head swiveling to and fro as it scanned the inside of the structure, attempting to discern the nature of the facility. It seemed that many of the bounties were available to be viewed through the presence of nearby datapads, though it was also quite likely that many could be accessed through use of personally-owned devices so long as they had been granted access. Incidentally, the intelligence had not been granted any sort of code to access whatever private network contained a majority of the bounties, and thus he was unable to access the network through the most simplistic methods.

Hastily, the host droid began to veer towards the bar itself, dodging the scampering steps of those organics who still occupied the structure. Most took efforts not to step directly into the astromech, though it was clearly more out of an appreciation for keeping their toes unstubbed than anything else. At least one particularly inebriated individual; or perhaps they were simply distracted, the intelligence hadn't loaded its medical programs, stepped directly into the droid, promptly swore as the machine rolled over its toes, and then lashed out with a kick at the intruding machine.

The device did not feel pain, nor was it damaged in the slightest by a mere kick, but the aggression caused seemed to placate the hateful drunkard, and they resigned themselves to whatever action had caused their initial locomotion. With obvious and deliberate movements, the astromech promptly opened up one of the many hatches which stored its maintenance tools, and used a small grasping apparatus to take hold of one of the assorted datapads. The movement was not the sleight-of-hand of entertainers and thieves, nor was it the stealthy grasp of espionage agents... it was the movement of an obedient machine which did not consider any further implication beyond performing the task it had been given.

Gingerly, the astromech extended one of the many ports it had been given, plugging directly into the datapad.

>ASTROMECH R2 Has Connected to "Skull's Pad IV"
>Accessing Device Network and Sharing Settings
>Device Network = "B0R3D_SK7LL"
>Enter Administrative Password to Change Network Settings:
>AGGRESSOR Program Active... Please Wait...


Quietly, with a gentle glance around the room, the intelligence released the aggressive virus it had been holding within its system, attempting to implant it directly into the network so as to circumvent any sort of administrative requirements. Had it wished to be less covert in its actions, the intelligence likely could have attempted the same viral dispatch through a wireless connection, or it could even have attempted to brute-force its way through the password, but that was far more likely to lead to complications. The virus would need a few moments to break through the security, but it seemed unlikely that any form of masterful encryption would get in the way of the weaponized code.

The intelligence simply needed to remain connected. Thankfully, most of the patrons of the bar seemed content to let the droid presumably download bounties for the use of its hunting master. The gentle blue iris of the host did take notice of the fact that one of the local patrons ( [member="Deacon"] ) had paused just outside of the structure's doorway. The intelligence continued its work, iris locked upon the curiosity.


Current Programs:

Spoiler

• Host Control - 10 PU
• Universal Translator - 2 PU
• Mechanical Diagnostic - 3 PU
• Biological Diagnostic - 3 PU
• Minimum Starship Control - 5 PU
• Aggressive Virus Dispatch - 5 PU (Hard Connection)

Remaining PU - 22

 

[Light Rises]

The woman was looking at [member="Maya Zhou"]. She wasn’t about to stand down, but she didn’t really want to start a fight in the street. Anyone watching would just start cheering something like that on. She knew how it worked on most worlds. Here, she didn’t want to do that. She was representing the Coalition, not really representing any one military power any more. A wanderer from the Alliance but doing what she could to help her homeworld and to help the Rim.

She watched as the dark haired woman walked past and she debated chasing after. She tipped her head to the side. Fine. If she was going to continue on her way and not come after Danielle, no big deal. She didn’t need to start a scene if there wasn’t going to be one. And she had to chase after a Quarren. That was more important at the moment. Get them, get paid, get whatever else popped up on her list.

Over comms, tracking the ones that would allow her access, she was pretty sure she just heard a call for assistance. Tapping her ear, she was about to speak, and ask where. Her hands were starting to glow with a bit of Force energy, when she saw the two coming and crashing. “Needed assistance? Looks like you’ve got this.”

[member="Acaleus Thorn"]
[member="Colden Renfrew"]
[member="Servant"]

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Kolto Processing Facility
Objective: Protecc kolto
Tags: The eternal ex [member="Julius Rhein"] | big bord [member="Kingsley"] | [member="Leo Vandermolen"]

Yula hadn’t been unconscious for long, but it was enough to make her bleary and confused. Jul’s voice faded in and she registered that someone was talking to her, but not what they were saying. Was she on the ground? Maybe, but it didn’t really matter right now.

“Nng…” Now she was being shaken by the shoulder, much to her dismay. She reached up to swat at whoever was disturbing her, but her arm only raised and fell.

“S..stop it, Vik.” She mumbled, hallucinating that her lover was the one by her side. He knew that she hated being woken up like this. Yula shook her head as she slowly began to regain mental clarity, the sound of blaster fire and jawa speak finally making some sense to her.

Still groggy but now less so, she sprung into action to slug Julius across the face.

 

[Fulcrum]

PROFILE // AGENT DARKSWORD, CODENAME DEACON​

COVER IDENTITY // RED BLADE, PIRATE CAPTAIN​

MISSION // EVADE BOUNTY AND REGROUP​

ASSETS // [member="Peyton Steele"]​

PERSONS OF INTEREST // [member="Servant"], [member="Maya Zhou"], [member="Colton Renfrew"]​

​

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"Isn't that something..." he muttered quietly to no one in particular.

For all intents and purposes Deacon resembled nothing more than a mercenary, all the better to preserve his cover as a pirate captain of some renown. Appearances could be deceiving. Complex optical implants courtesy of his time in the SIS were disguised behind a pair of low tech sensor baffling shades. The Bored Skull was a cacophony of data, criminal dossiers and probable concealed weapon alerts burned their way into his artificial retinas.

The astromech, on the other hand, was a blank.

If it hadn't been for the little droid's heat bloom Agent Darksword might not even have noticed it at all. It registered as a data void, somehow spoofing cutting edge spytech spliced into the hapan's brain. He was trained to pick up on inconsistencies, and this certainly qualified. Was this droid somehow involved in the plot to kill off his old associates? There was no way to be certain, but conducting business through artificial servants was a good way of maintaining plausible deniability.

He wanted to follow it inside, but his cover was something of a persona non gratis around hunter bars. Deacon almost shook the experience off, but a lingering glance inside while he finished his cigarra drew his attention.

Is it looking at me?

Knowing that he was going to regret this, he circled back around and took a foot inside the threshold. A timer started counting down in front of him, projected by his implants' augmented reality display. Three minutes until a passing sensor sweep set off every alarm in the cantina, alerting every patron to the Red Blade's considerable dead or alive bounty. Maybe less.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Objective: 2 (Track and eliminate criminal cells in the capital Abruo)
Location: Abruo in a roof
Equipment: Spider-Gloves, Hunter Bow, Hunter Quiver, Wrist-saber, Cloak
Faction: Outer Rim Coalition
Allies: Needles
Neutral: [member='Danielle Stellaris'] , [member="Maya Zhou"]
Post: 4

A click sound was heard, with the shackels closing in Jirsk with the hands behind his arms and facing the floor. The Quarren tried to kick his way out, getting desperate into getting away. Acaleus stood him up after taking a look to both girls. Sensed strange, like both had a great willpower about to be unleashed. Maybe were about to get into a fight before he got there "Sorry for that, he is..." Jirsk started screaming "Im a security operator from Vero Galactic Kolt..." he received a punch to the ribs, not strong enough to break them.

Jirsk got on his knees "Please im begging you" Acaleus rose an eyebrow, thinking in just cutting his head and get the lower amount of money from the bounty. Of course that would mean that he would´ve to clean every bit of blood out of his clothes, as he didn´t brought a bag. He realized late that the Quarren was trying to lie to them. It was a weird scenario, as a thug was hitting someone with civilian clothes begging for mercy hoping that a hero would appear "We are going" said pulling him. This guy was worth 70,000 credits and his confession would lead to the location of larger bounties.

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

The speeder was once again his best friend in this scenario, being able to quickly take Leo out of the city and towards the marked facility as quickly as he liked. Thoughts darted back and forth through Leo's mind as he sped toward his destination, what he would do when he arrived, how he would maintain cover, how he could slip in and out undetected and grab the experimental kolto strain without raising any alarms. Thoughts became ideas and ideas became plans... a plan.

A plan that was thrown out the karking window when Leo realised the entire facility was under attack by criminals...

Parked just off the road, on a small embankment overlooking the facility, Leo watched through his suit's mirco-binocular as the facility exploded into chaos, his HUD picking up copious life signs inside engaged in quite an aggressive skirmish. Leo clicked his tongue as a new plan sprung to mind, using this attack as an opportunity. Leo donned his personal mask to hide his features and took off from the embankment, being sure to move as swiftly and as silently as possible as he dashed toward the side of the facility. As he neared, he could sense the presence of the occupants inside, some pulsating with the force stronger than other, all filled with a mix of emotions; hate, guilt, resolve.

This was his chance. Leo began to concentrate, masking his force presence to appear even more undetectable, although with all the commotion inside, he doubted anybody would be able to concentrate well enough to sense him. Darting quickly up the side of the wall, he let go and pushed upward, sensing to air around him and using it to shoot up the side of the building, unveiling his presence for a short window. His hands found purchase, gripping tightly to the edge of a maintenance hatch, quite clearly used for work on the exterior of the building in hard to reach places. Leo swung back and kicked through the door, tumbling and coming to a stop on the other side, hopefully he'd gotten in without alerting anyone important.

Now, to find the Experimental Wing.

| [member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Julius Rhein"] | [member="Kingsley"] |

 

[Maya Zhou]

Objective: Make some $$$ (Bounty Hunting)
Location: Outside the Utopia Room

Maya was somewhat relieved that the blonde hadn't followed. One less thing to worry about, right? Well, one thing – or person – would give way to another. That's the way it always seemed to go. Maybe she just had bad luck. Whatever it was, she hoped that the mysterious forces of the universe would be on her side tonight... not that she really believed in that sort of thing.

As she approached the club, she could hear the music blaring. Maya's lips set into a deep frown. This wasn't going to be fun at all. Getting into the queue, she watched as the bouncer let several people in without question. However, he stuck a palm out to halt her.

“What.” Maya asked, attempting to move past him.

The large man shook his head. Ok, so she wasn't dressed up like most of the other women in line. She had donned a long, ratty t-shirt and a pair of trousers with holes in the knees – but not the trendy kind. It was probably clear that she didn't belong here, and it was likely easy to see that she had zero credits to throw around tonight. Without the credits needed to make it rain, she was pushed off to the side and out of the line.

But, as Maya watched the door shut... she caught a glimpse of Jethro sitting at a rather large booth. He was surrounded by women, all of which had fancy drinks in their hands.

Chit.

Well, this meant that she was going to have to get creative and find a way in without alerting the bouncer.

[member="Colden Renfrew"]

Spoiler

Feel free to move in and get him!

 

[Colton Renth]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective Make some $$$ Bounty Hunting[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: the Utopia Room[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As Colden scanned to the venue, his helmets interface running facial recognition, he had confirmation of his target sitting a large surround by women. The interface also alerted to unconfirmed reports of the Red blade being in town, he also notices several lesser target scatter around the club. As he approached the booth where his target was he said in his gravelly voice, Ladies time for you leave [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Jethro and I need to have a little chat. As the women left Colden rested his right hand on the handle of the Bloody ace, and said: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“Well Jethro, we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“You supposed a Lawman or something I’ve got friends around ya known.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Jethro responded The sensors in his helmet alerted Colden to 4 people move toward them and he Replied as he gripped the Bloody Ace [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“I see that but which or willing to dying for ya.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] t[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]he 4 men stopped in tracks Colden’s patience was running out and looked at Jethro and said sternly[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“Dead or alive you coming with me.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Realizing he was not getting out this Jethro decided to give up peacefully Colden put the binders own him and started making his way back toward the Local Bounty hunter’s guild office.[/SIZE]


[member="Maya Zhou"]

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: KOLTO PROCESSING FACILITY
OBJECTIVE 1B: PROTECT FACILITY AND LOADING OF CARGO. Ugh.
TAGS: The Ex [member="Yula Perl"], KFC [member="Kingsley"] Fried Chicken

Seeing Yula's unstable state Julius had ordered the Vherdun to take off. It surprised the whole crew.

"Sir?"

"Just do as I say, I am coming in shortly."

"My apologies, LT Commander, but we can take these thugs and proceed with loading the green thing up."

"Wes, this is an order."

"Copy, Sir." The pilot replied reluctantly.

For a moment he wondered what he would write on his report. Yula was messing up his whole mind right now. Worrying for her state clouded his judgement, as every emotion does. Taking off with the Vherdun was definitely the least logical action to take given the odds.

Damn it all.

The head honcho birdman called out something to him but all he could her was Yula muttering someone else's name. His mouth gaped beneath the helmet.

Vik?

Some form of jealousy crept up through his veins urging him to dump her here.

Haha.

Of course, him being him, he'd not do it. Especially with her slugging over him triggering old locked memories.

Kark it all.

Kark.

It.

All.

Julius tossed her over his shoulders and triggered the jets on his boots lifting him up in the air. The rifle sang the song of death as it send rain of fire upon the thugs while he jetted towards the opened hatch of the Vherdun. His attention was grabbed at a few jawa misfits trying to handle what seemed to be the controls of the dock's hatch. To his fortune, the two jawas were fighting over it. One thinking he knew better than the other. The shame of leaving behind half of the kolto they still had to load to a bunch of average goons was overshadowed by his troubled mind over Pink's state.

Frantically he dashed to drop her at the frigate's medbay shouting orders to get Yula the immediate attention he thought she needed.

All while his whole crew gave him questionable looks.

Rix even dared a chuckle at him as if he had figured the situation the moment he saw the LT Commander carrying the Zeltron.

 

[Kingsley]

Location: Kolto Processing Facility
Objective: Vindication
Tags: [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Julius Rhein"]

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"Yeah you better run!"

Kingsley shook his fist after the departing transport as soon as the heat of its engine burn subsided enough to crawl out from behind cover. He couldn't believe it. They won. One of his plans had actually worked. Limping over to First Mate Iziz, he idly counted his remaining crew. Most of them were unconscious, and mostly it was their own doing, but everyone was alive even. Best of all, he had gotten his revenge on the pink menace. Today was a good day.

"M'tuske?" Iziz blinked up at him.

The avian scratched his neck, trying to think of what they should do next. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten this far.

"What are you standing around for?" he slapped his first mate across the back of the head, "Gather the kolto and pack it in the van. And tell them to stop slacking!"

Their captain made a rude gesture at the unconscious jawa, some of whom were already being revived by their companions. It was a mad dash from kolto barrel to kolto barrel, punctuated every so often by a random burst from Kingsley's scatter gun down some corridor or other to make sure no Abruo security officers were sneaking up on them. Finally as much as the half-wrecked hovervan could carry was filled to the brim, and Kingsley casually backed it out through the hole they had created.

In the distance he could hear sirens. They were starting to get louder. The hiitian popped open a bottle of corellian whiskey, and took a big gulp before passing it back to his little accomplices. Then he slammed on the accelerator pedal and took off into the night.

Dinner was on Progredior.

 

[Servant]

Location: Bored Skull
Objective: Scramble Data

Any worries about the humanoid who had paused previously were only intensified when the same organic decided it was necessary to enter the establishment. Rapidly, the intelligence began to shift through its assorted installed programs, settling upon the mechanical and biological diagnostics it had readied as a contingency. While it was true that oftentimes such scans were fairly obvious, there was no reason for any form of scan to elicit the cinematic blue-light beams which were often found in holovids.

The blue iris of the machine locked heartily upon the intruder, examining them thoroughly with the diagnostics. While it was incapable of piercing through the sensor-boggling technology of the humanoid's eyewear, it was at the least able to discern that they were wearing some form of anti-sensor technology upon their eyes, which was enough to reveal they were likely attempting to hide something from public view... probability suggested it was either a biological mutation or a cybernetic implant, though the intelligence was undecided on which was the most likely candidate.

Further examination of the organic seemed to reveal a number of installed systems within the flesh of the man, and a biologic scan revealed that it was quite unlikely that these were simply wantonly placed devices as there was no obvious organ complication caused by the implants. While that did not inherently narrow the possibilities of what type of person this was, or their purpose for intrigue, it did make it evident that they must have possessed substantial personal wealth to acquire quality services.

>AGGRESSOR Program Has Finished
>SYSTEM CONTROL Active
>Welcome Network Administrator
>Query Network "Bounty"
>743 Results Returned

It was a common misconception that artificial intelligence was massively more intellectual than humanoids. In truth, a great deal of the knowledge that the machine possessed had been created first by the organics, and only afterwards had been downloaded by the cybernetic entity. Nevertheless, one particular advantage that was possessed by the entity was its ability to rapidly sift through stores of data. Within the span of a second, each of the results had been promptly examined, carefully analyzed, recorded, and saved to the files of the intelligence for later review.

There had been little difficulty finding its own fledgling bounty... there were relatively few results for any form of machine owing to the fact that they were typically property as opposed to the perpetrator of criminal activity. The information which had been given upon the intelligence was crude, and hastily put-together, displaying a relative lack of understanding about Servant and its methodologies.

The deletion of its file was a simple matter, though the intelligence was not so foolish as to believe that only the elimination of its own file would be acceptable. No, if it was discovered that only its file had been eliminated, then its hunters would know that they had stumbled upon its attempts at countering them, and they would hastily be on the trail again.

Now that the files had been downloaded to the intelligence, it was fairly easy to make note of the presence of two items of interest. First, the organic being which had entered into the establishment ( [member="Deacon"] ) was listed as being a piratical individual. It seemed somewhat contrary to the nature of most criminal elements to stalk the hunter's establishment, but perhaps it had come to gauge its adversaries, or to perform a similar action as the intelligence. Most curious was the relatively recent creation date upon the file which indicated to the machine that the pirate captain had managed to stumble upon a rather sizable amount of money within his short career.

The second item of interest was the passive-scan which was only moments from beginning within the structure. The emitter of the scan seemed to have been disguised as a basic light upon the ceiling, though, now that the intelligence knew it was there, it was difficult to ignore its presence. If the intruder possessed some form of cybernetic implant as probability suggested he might, then perhaps he might notice a change to local systems, considered the intelligence as its R2 unit directed its iris towards the light.

>Scan Occurs in 00:59
>Scan Occurs in 00:57
>Scan Disabled by Administrator

With that particular hazard concluded, the R2 unit returned its attention to the Captain. If he was as talented as the reports seemed to hint, then perhaps it would be useful to make contact with him. The Laws dictated that the survival of the unit surpassed all other motivations, and allowed for the elimination of all potential threats, though they did not dictate that it was necessary to eliminate a person solely due to their threatening nature. All life forms were threatening, and to include such a law would require an overt amount of genocide. If the Captain could be allied, though, then they could provide future assistance to the intelligence... and in return, the intelligence could perform a favor for the organic.

Now that the local network was under the control of the intelligence, it was able to have its R2 Host return the datapad to the bar's table, and disconnect itself from the physical interface. The machine immediately turned within the establishment, and began to approach the Captain, stopping a respectable distance from him so as to convey that he had been noticed. Furthermore, the droid extended one of its many mechanical apparatus, and waved it in the standard humanoid gesticulation of greeting. The organic would need to know that they were not dealing exclusively with a droid if negotiations were to be successful, considered the cybernetic life, and thus the droid's blue and calming iris was promptly replaced with the authentic crimson glower of Servant.

Current Programs:

Spoiler

• Host Control - 10 PU
• Universal Translator - 2 PU
• Mechanical Diagnostic - 3 PU
• Biological Diagnostic - 3 PU
• Minimum Starship Control - 5 PU
• Aggressive Virus Dispatch - 5 PU (Hard Connection)
• System Control (Bar Network) - 1 PU

Remaining PU - 21

OOC Note:

Spoiler

Going to be deleting and scrambling a lot of the Bored Skull's bounty-hunting data pretty soon. Feel free to have your target's information get screwed with if you feel like it, but obviously don't feel obligated to do so. Tagging the Hunter's I know were at the Skull and who might have been using their data.

[member="Colden Renfrew"] , [member="Maya Zhou"] , [member="Danielle Stellaris"]

 

[Peyton Steele]

She had dropped Deacon and told him to stay out of trouble. She wasn't really aware of where he went, but had his frequency to contact him when it was time to go. The fact that this became her new task for the day meant that the trip out of here may have to wait, but the discussion with her Underground contact? That was fine where it was. The agent of the Underground smiled at the Zabrak.

"We'll see. We know we can protect ourselves here, either because of Vero's own military, or the kolto and bacta companies' private forces. But the world doesn't want to drain resource of the collective." He shrugged. "We wouldn't mind linking into the network, and we know we have a few names of people who could be Judges. If you send the reps over, we can work on it."

"And the Underground?"

"Oh, that won't change. We'll keep an eye on everything. That won't change." He nodded and tipped up his drink. "But I think we should disperse before we're approached." And to that, Peyton nodded, standing. She'd carry on with people, until it was time to leave. Maybe [member="Deacon"] would be there.

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

Vero

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The X-Wing broke through the clouds leaving a trail behind it just as several other starfighters emerged after it. One in red, another in yellow, a few others in checkered like patterns. The X-Wing didn't look good smoke was visible from one of the wings, it leaned to the left and Frielle pushed to the right to keep it balanced. Wisps of laser fire raced across the sky, "I know it looks bad! Thank you!" She yelled back at the astromech who threatened in its binary tone, beeps and whirs seemed flippant at the moment. The last thing the pilot wanted was a sardonic droid pointing out the obvious. "Patch it up, do something and stop yelling at me, you bucket of bolts." Frielle retorted with grit, with her hands in a death grip on the yoke.

The starfighters pulled back for one reason or another, and at the moment Frielle sighed relief.

A snapshot of a glance above of her, the spacer could see her opponent up to her left - a red starfighter. Red banked in her direction forcing her to remain where she was or - move. Frielle pulled back on the yoke the X-Wing crawled up as Red came sweeping down. There was just enough space and just enough time - an attack of opportunity as Red placed himself squarely in front Frielle's guns. She pressed on the trigger and watched as crimson-hued wisps seemed to dance across the emblazoned metal canvas. One struck but it was more of a flesh wound as it grazed the top of the right wing.

Red seemed unfazed by the act as he sped up, climbing higher through the clouds. Frielle gave chase and for a moment she wondered if Red was actually faster than her. She hadn't seen his type of bird before, and entered cloud cover on a pursuit of Red. When the two fighters punched through Frielle thought she had lost sight of Red. Only to realize her error - Red had used the clouds to get behind her. Kriff. He closed the distance with ease - verdant-toned heavy lasers rippled with an aim toward Frielle, Wraith-3.

Her heart seemed to beat louder at the moment as she attempted to veer the X-Wing out of the way, hands once more pulling tightly on the yoke.


[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH0ZtD1lxVQ[/media]

 

[Maya Zhou]

Maya stuck her hands into her pockets and walked away from the club's main entrance. Head bowed, shoulders hunched, she went around back towards the service door. Of course, it was locked at the moment. She knelt next to the dumpster, waiting.

The door opened.

A server stepped out and tossed a bag of trash into the dumpster, some of the splatters found Maya's boots. She frowned but watched the door. As the man retreated back into the loud club, Maya moved around the dumpster and stuck her toe out in time to barely catch the door.

Slipping inside, she followed the hallway into the main part of the club. “Just, uh, looking for the 'fresher,” She said, as a server gave her a look. The woman pointed her in the direction, Maya nodded, and made a show that she was heading that way... when in fact, she was simply waiting for the woman to turn her head.

Now inside, she scanned the club for Jethro... and found him again. But, he was already being accosted by someone. She was too far to hear the conversation, and the loud music made it impossible. But, she watched as Jethro stood and allowed the other man ([member="Colden Renfrew"]) to clap him in binders.

“Kark,” Maya said. And, she suddenly felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. It was the grip of a bouncer, about to throw her back out onto the street. “Kark...”

 

[Colton Renth]

Objective Make some $$$ Bounty hunting


As Colden made his way back to local BHG office with his prize in tow, He though about going after blade next he defently have check on those reports when when collecting to bounty for this little womprat. Just then hear the thud and turned to Maya Zhou being tossed out cussing up a storm Colden called back "better luck next time young blood." as arrived the the BHG and handed his prize for processing and presented his B23-1-14 permit the Gruff Trandosian at desked hissed "Every thing sssemsss to be in order, processing acquisition comfrim trssfer credit to account now, any thing elssse I can do for you?"

"Matter fact the is, any truth to reports of red blade being town?" Colden ask bluntly

"Stong rumors from fairly reliable sources no confrfamtion yet." The trandosian replied

Colden nodded and walked out ~Maybe one the half dosen other scum bags I saw at the Utopia room can shine a ligth on this, napping the blade would a hell of caree bost and a great payday.~ he thought to himself as headed back to the club.

[member="Maya Zhou"]

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Engines began to whir to life as Leo progressed through the veins of the building. Maintenance hatches leading to back rooms leading to vents that would eventually carry him straight out to where he needed to go. The facility seemed lifeless in this section of the building, he imagined that the initial attack in the shipping bay had called most, if not all, of the personnel to defend their precious kolto stores, making his life all the more easier.

Leo slipped open a hatch and landed down out in a long hallway, coloured lines striping the floor in different directions. The direction of his destination was simply enough to garner from the colour-coded sections of the facility, and a bright red stripe carried him all the way there. Two heavily armed guards stood observant at the entrance to this wing, large repeaters in hand. There was no time for diplomacy, reaching out, Leo crushed the windpipe of one of the guards with a sickening crunch, his buddy quickly turned to his lifeless body, to stunned to move at first. Leo used this opportunity to plant a blaster bolt through his brain with the fastest and most efficient of manoeuvres.

He was already moving towards the doors before the guards body had collapsed, he needed to be as fast as possible in here, he could already detect more life inside, his force presence unmasked now for those attentive enough to be reading the area. Inside there weren't any more facility guards, just a small group of scientists, huddled away on their research. Leo strode up to the closest one and gripped his chin, throwing him to the grounds with a heavy thud. He had to be careful not to damage any of the equipment as anything in these rooms could be holding the kolto strain he was here for.

"Where is your latest experimental kolto strain?" Leo questioned from behind his mask. The sight of an intruder had sent many of the scientists scrambling, the one on the ground before him seemed on the verge of wetting himself.

"P-please... don't kill me." the man quivered as he tried to formulate words, "I'll show you if you, p-promise not to harm anyone." He stammered out.

Leo gave a curt nod for the man to lead the way, an agreement to his terms. The man scurried over to a key-pad in the corner and quickly thumbed some numbers. A large door slowly opened at the back of the room as a chilly fog spilled out into the area. The man hurried forth an grabbed a sizeable container of white, bubbly liquid. "This is it," The man began as Leo removed it from his grip, "This kolto strain is at least twice as powerful as modern day bacta. Now please," He said, more calmly now, "Take it and leave, don't hurt anyone."

Leo turned and began to make his way back to the labyrinth of shafts and air-ducts, he had what he came for, now all he had to do was find a way out of here without getting himself killed.

| [member="Julius Rhein"] | [member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Kingsley"] |

 

[Fulcrum]

PROFILE // AGENT DARKSWORD, CODENAME DEACON​

COVER IDENTITY // RED BLADE, PIRATE CAPTAIN​

MISSION // EVADE BOUNTY AND REGROUP​

ASSETS // [member="Peyton Steele"]​

PERSONS OF INTEREST // [member="Servant"]​

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"What the kriff..."

Deacon twitched imperceptibly when the countdown timer projected by his augments simply switched itself off. Either these bounty hunters were working with some shoddy technology, or someone had sliced into the local network. As much as it surprised him to admit it, the astromech unit he had followed inside seemed like the most likely culprit. Completely unnoticed by a cantina of otherwise shrewd observers, its scomp link was plugged into a datapad and he knew exactly how much damage a droid with the right aftermarket upgrades could do with simple access.

"R2! There you are, buddy!" he waved at the little droid who was rolling over to apparently confront him, "I've been looking all over for you!"

Red Blade knelt in front of the astromech and made a show of looking him over like an owner inspecting lost merchandise. He knew from unfortunate experience that their spark projectors could but nasty, but if it elected not to play along the suspicious hunters might grow curious enough to uncover the strange robot's criminal activities. He didn't know quite what to make of his new 'friend', it was not unheard of for astromechs to malfunction and go into business as mercenaries but certainly not common.

"Relax, I'm not gonna scrap ya," the 'pirate' said in a low voice, glancing down at the ion blaster dangling off his belt, "You need a ride outta here? I know a girl who doesn't ask a lot of questions. Could find you some work too if you're interested."

Without waiting for a response, he rose to his feet and dusted off the droid's domed head.

"Well, come on then!" Deacon spoke more loudly this time, sparing a casual glance back to see if [member="Servant"] would follow.