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

Peyton Steele

Guest
The woman was smiling now, the Zabrak had pulled her aside and gotten them a more private booth. She was looking to the group that she was very excited to be with the alien. This would make her seem like it wasn’t quite a work discussion. Not that it would be seen as a major issue here, because, well, it was a ‘work function’. Working between governments, some of it was all about appearance, and how you interacted. That was why a number of the people were smiling and having fun. But for her? It meant work and making sure things got done fine.

Slipping onto the bench, she looked over at the Zabrak. “So, we are having some issues on the planet, but the Underground is keeping an eye on the situation.” He sipped his drink. “I hear the Coalition is providing more direction.”

With that, Peyton nodded. “We’ve got a few of ours, from around the Coalition on the ground. Underground too.” She nodded. “We’re hoping that our presence helps ease Vero into our turf. Better they come here, and we can put the Kolto and Bacta to a lot of good use.” That was going to be important. With the loss of Thyferra? The woman knew what would have to happen.

“That was our thoughts too.. Its why Rebellion Actual sent us ahead.”
 
LOCATION: KOLTO PROCESSING FACILITY
OBJECTIVE 1B: PROTECT FACILITY AND LOADING OF CARGO.
TAGS: The Ex [member="Yula Perl"], KFC [member="Kingsley"] Fried Chicken

Julius noticed her brief reaction to his offer, sadly he did not expect it to be different. Whatever else the Humbariner had in mind ceased the moment the platform shook and the two ex-lovers were hurled away as the floor beneath them gave away. The pink scoundrel, ever quick, snatched the railing with one hand and clasped Julius' hand with the other giving him enough time to activate the mag boots and solidify himself to the hanging platform while using Yula's hand as a hook.

"LT Commander, we're under attack!" Wes, the pilot, shouted through the comms.

"I noticed. Power up the shield and get everyone back at the dock to repel the fethers."

"Copy, Sir!"

"Hold on tight, Pink." Julius said as he fired a grappling hook to a railing above the lower level where the Vherdun was currently being attacked and swung both of them to safety. "Let's go. Press them from the flanks." He ordered her.

Oh, and how naturally that came to him. They were just sharing this unexpected personal moment but when duty called Julius momentarily had transformed into this leader yielding authority as if he had been born with it.
 

Kingsley

intergalactic bird of mystery
Location: Kolto Processing Facility
Objective: Revenge of the Jawas
Tags: [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Julius Rhein"]


If their aim hadn't been completely off, the missile would have struck the transport before it could raise its shield. Instead Kingsley's jawa crewmates fired wide, tumbling backwards in a heap from the recoil and losing hold of their launcher in the process. Its payload streaked halfway across the facility before tracking back towards its programmed target and erupting harmlessly in a shower of flame and rippling deflectors.

"You!" the hittian recoiled in shock and rage when he laid eyes on Yula Perl swinging down from a disintegrating second level. He had spent weeks in Sunspot Prison before breaking out thanks to blasted zeltron lawmen, "I mean, of course its you! At last, after all this planning, I will have my completely premeditated revenge on you both!"

Kingsley wasn't great at telling humanoids apart. Julius Rhein looked similar enough to [member="Maokai Bantam"] that he assumed they were the same pair. Las bolts from Humbarine and local security were beginning to fly his way, but he stayed out in the open long enough to produce a small bead from his belt.

"I've been holding onto this one," he muttered, and hurled the last of the stun pearls he had lifted off Yula when she cuffed him back on Elrood, "Please be glitter!"

The birdman felt a tug on his leg, and looked down to see First Mate Iziz gazing up at him with wide yellow eyes, "Eyeta?"

"Don't just stand there!" Kingsley shoved him out from behind cover, "Go get him!"

Iziz yelped in terror. Miraculously sailing unscathed through a hail of las bolts, he picked himself back up and hurried over to join his jawa cohorts. Together they cowered in terror, before a carefully placed warning blast from Kingsley's scatter gun forced them into action. Two of the jawas broke off from the main group, summoning up the courage to charge at Julius with metallic cylinders in raised hands while the others laid down a barrage of wild covering fire.

Flash grenades would render even the carriers senseless, but so long as they got close enough to the Humbarine officer it was a worthy trade.
 
Location: Kolto Processing Facility
Objective: Protecc kolto
Tags: The eternal ex Julius Rhein | big bord Kingsley

"Hold on tight, Pink."

Pink? Had she given him permission to call her that? Even Yula knew that this was not the time to argue pet names, but she was somewhat concerned that her first instinct was to cling to Julius as he lifted them up and away. At the same time, what else was she supposed to do? Hang by a pinky finger?

Maybe she was taken aback by how easily he’d snapped into leader mode as if it were effortless.

They landed near the ship and she drew her blaster, sending bolts lancing towards the Jawas as they scattered. They were quick, harder targets than she’d imagined. “Lieutenant Commander, huh? Sounds like your decision paid off in the end.” Though her tone was more conversational, the bitterness was there.

Yula’s blaster trained on a new, larger target and she did the worst thing of all—she hesitated. Big bird seemed to recognize her as well, which was not a good thing. “You!” She hissed back, regaining enough sense to pull the trigger a few more times in Kingsley’s direction. “You’re supposed to be in prison! I th—”

She stopped short after seeing the familiar, round bead that the Hittian was brandishing. She reached out to swat the little grenade as it neared her, but in doing so had detonated it. A brief shockwave rippled though her body, causing the Zeltron gunslinger to seize and convulse before slumping to the ground.
 

Peyton Steele

Guest
The Zabrak hadn’t given his name, and Peyton hadn’t asked. But he did slide a datachip across the table to her, when the bartender left them alone. Picking it up with her next sip of her drink, she slipped it into her hand and then took a second to fiddle with her datapad, as if getting the Zabrak’s frequency and programming it in. The chip loaded, a quick flash of her screen, and then her ocular implant lit up. She looked around the room and more of the pieces were coming into play, who was here, who the staffers were, and what their goals were.

“I think we can do a lot of good here, just need to know who will be a supporter and who is going to be a bit too nationalistic. The Coalition does have a lot to offer, just helps to know what they want.” The Zabrak nodded to Peyton. While the blonde had time in the Alliance, and knew how to work a few different angles from the political realm, the Zabrak was pure Underground.

“What you need to know is who they don’t like, keep them away. A planet will sort its own garbage, to be honest, Blondie.” And to this, Peyton nodded. “And with the various groups, it may be important to keep more of the Alliance faces here. Less Jedi though.” He eyed the woman who merely nodded.

“We all know how that turns out.”

The challenge was keeping the good ones away, or hidden.
 

Maya Zhou

Guest
Objective: Make some $$$ (Bounty Hunting)

Maya scratched her head, looking over some of the bounties posted by the local guild. Now, this really wasn't her sort of game. She was a smuggler, but jobs were hard to come by – especially when she couldn't afford to keep her ship in a flyable state. It was a mess. And, at the moment... impounded on another world. She'd hitched a ride here to Vero, and now she was looking to make a few credits.

She had a few weapons, perhaps it would be enough to bring someone in.

But, there was also the issue that she was... very lazy. This was actual work. Like, walking and possibly pulling the trigger of her blaster. Remembering names and faces, and she was pretty terrible at that kind of thing. The smuggler woman stood there, weighing the options...

Do work, get paid. Be lazy, take a nap.

Alright, well... she didn't really even have a place to take a nap. Not that she was picky, but she really didn't want to get stabbed while she was sleeping. This sort of place as crawling with crime, the shadows were, at least.

Her finger stopped on a name: Jethro Sarax. There was an image to accompany the name and the charges, which she scanned quickly.

“Little git,” She muttered. “That'll do.”
 
LOCATION: KOLTO PROCESSING FACILITY
OBJECTIVE 1B: PROTECT FACILITY AND LOADING OF CARGO.
TAGS: The Ex [member="Yula Perl"], KFC [member="Kingsley"] Fried Chicken

This was the weirdest band of misfit aliens Julius had ever seen to the point he remained stunned for a second at their sight. Meanwhile, the patrols were all on their way back to the frigate.

“Lieutenant Commander, huh? Sounds like your decision paid off in the end.”

He gave her a narrow look through the line of his eyes but said nothing. The bitterness he felt in her tone made him less capable to act. She truly could violate his combat readiness. He said nothing.

Despite that, they still wielded lethal weapons and forced Julius to pull back his helmet on. Just in time too. A flash popped which would've rendered him useless for some time had the anti-flash lenses on the helmet protected him so. He fired a few shots as he sought cover to bark some orders over the comms while hearing Yula's dialogue with the Hiitan. Something about him being very familiar to her.

"Can't keep your trash intact, can you?" Julius spoke out to her but received no answer. A glance at her direction told him why. Something had went off paralyzing her turning her into nothing more than a drooling live rag doll.

Chit.

Julius dashed from cover towards her only to be met by two jawas batting him with metallic cylinders. Their short size gave them the advantage to hit him at the kneecap and bring him down on one knee and fueling a great deal of annoyance in his system.

He whacked both of them with the butt of his rifle in one heavily irritated slash of the weapon before he staggered forward to the Zeltron. That kneecap really needed someone to look at but at the same time the embarrassment of admitting a bunch of jawas knocked his leg off with steel sticks made him reluctant to do so.

The LT Commander unloaded a whole mag at the direction of the Hiitan and his weird goons before shaking the sack of pink potatoes that lied on the ground before him.

"Get up!"
 
Location: Abruo Main Commercial Hanger.
Objective: Get prepared for a meeting.

This was it. Leo's ventures into the galaxy had been few and far between for the last year or so, his ramshackle residence on Harok acting as his tether, a place he needed to remain for extended periods of time. But this planet, Vero, was the final stop in his pilgrimage, the last step before it was over, then maybe, he could rejoin the galaxy.

Darth Avrok's final request was a particular holocron, unearthed years and years ago during the Galactic War. The holocron in question had changed hands countless times since then, never seeming to be able to remain with any one owner for long, and Leo had finally traced it here, to this very planet. His contacts had directed him towards one 'Bakthoran,' a Twi'lek criminal who headed a large underground gang on planet.

Leo's meeting had been arranged, and usual suspicions cast, but there was a bigger problem on the table here, the Coalition had shown up, such inconvenient timing. Leo could not allow his presence to be known to them, not now... not here, but he had to attain the holocron by any means necessary and hope to whatever divine entities watching over him that he didn't encounter his old friends.

Leo stood silently, eyeing his armour stands and the beautifully crafted pieces upon them, he wondered what had happened to Kami Meran, the willful woman who'd made the suits before him, who's sold him the ship he stood in... His reminiscing would have to wait, there was a task at hand and it needed completion. Boots to the ground, he took off in his Nexu Armour, the stealthiest option of all his suits, pocketing his hand-crafted mask just in case, and began to make his way to the meeting point, a small warehouse owned by the Progredior Institute in the industrial district, the most information he could gather on the location was that it was used for shipping crate storage and nothing of value, no reported break-ins, no armed guards, nothing, a perfect location for anonymity.

The journey was almost over, but this chapter had just begun.
 

Kingsley

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


Kingsley pumped his fist in the air when he saw that his thrown stun pearl had landed right on target.

Julius made a dash for her prone form, a pair of jawas practically hanging off the Humbarine officer while wailing on him with flash grenades. The little idiots apparently didn't know how to activate them or had forgotten in the heat of the moment. Kingsley saw him pivot, and dove behind a stack of kolto barrels mere seconds before a flurry of las fire narrowly missed him. He felt a burning singe on his arm, and realized he had been grazed.

A jawa sailed past him, little limbs pumping furiously at empty air. The lawman was getting rid of his distractions one punt at a time.

"Take the girl!" Kingsley squawked from behind the barrels, "Leave the kolto!"

He blind fired with his boomstick from cover, sending an inaccurate spray of scatter gun fire in Rhein's direction.

"How much is she worth to you, buddy?! Don't try and be a hero!"

Thrusters started to flare from the transport. It looked like it was preparing for an emergency take off. After repeating the same series of simple hand gestures several times to his First Mate, the chief jawa peeled off from the las fight with an assistant and made for the closest service panel. For some reason beyond Kingsley's understanding jawas loved to tinker, and if they could seal off the facility's bulkheads then the Vherdun would be trapped inside with his gang of thieves.
 

Light Rises

Guest
Looking over at the newcomer, the woman grinned. She could always use a helping hand, and it did go to solve the issues on Vero if more than one person were running down bounties. It made things go quicker, and maybe they could help take another one from the wanted list and maybe keep the streets clear. Danielle was the type who did get behind a posting to do what was tasked to her. The blonde was hopeful that she could get the Quarren, and maybe tag another bounty down.

"I'm heading into town. Bar I want to check out to get this guy. You're welcome to come with." She nodded as she looked to his pistol and put it on her hip. "First things first, new outfits for at least me." Tapping her arm, she pulled up the holographic display of her credits, and nodded. Good, a bit of an outfit. Leather jacket, jeans, as long as she wasn't coming out in her flight suit. And maybe through this over her suit.

She looked at [member="Elwyn Fasdan"] and nodded. Her pistol on her hip, she closed down the hologram before stepping outside. She was in one of the downtown places, and a quick look around, she found a few places. Some set up for tourists on the beach, some set up for just selling novelty shirts, but a bit down the street there was a more day-to-day wear, and she grabbed a quick change.

Now, the bar. She booted up the map, and transmitted it to her sunglasses. Something she used on her ship to help with navigation and targeting, now it was being a map for where she needed to go. Not too far, really. Who else was she going to run into? [member="Maya Zhou"] perhaps, or [member="Acaleus Thorn"] on his rooftop, not that she saw him.
 
Objective: Make some $$$ (Bounty Hunting)

Colden read over the charges and studied the holo image of his target Jethro Sarax, one of his informants a timed him off to particular bounty and he was itching for some action as ship touched down at one shady space ports, he turned to his astromec and said "Lockup tight R9, this could be a long hunt." with that doned his armored garbed his weapons and include his trusty hand cannon the "ace of spades" Set out the hunt. the excitement, anticipation and thrill of it all he times like this that he felt truly alive and made his way to a dive cantina and a shady part of town and thought to himself this a good place as any to start looking.

As made way around the cantina discreetly making inquires about any information the were about of his target some young punk trying to make a name for them self came up tried mug him, Colden saw the kid coming and cloths lined him send the hurling the floor with thud and in blink eye Colden had pulled the ace of spades for it's holster and aimed the kid's head and said in very agitated and gruff tone "Look here boy, why don't run home to mama before you get hurt, as you obviously don't know how to pick your battles, you don't have bounty so I don't want wast a bullet on you but i will if I have to Got it, good now get out!" With that the boy scrambled to feet and ran out of the cantinia as fast he could and Colden gave the ace of spades his customary spin and and a flawless fluid motion finished the spin and returned it to holster and when about business.

[member="Maya Zhou"]

[member ="Danielle Stellaris"]
 
Objective 3: Medical care
Allies: ORC

The first part was quick to be done, getting the foreign objects out of the trachea. Now the hard part of treatment was just beginning: growing back the patient's damaged tissues and it was then that her memories of the terminal-stage lung cancer patient that seemingly took forever to treat resurfaced. Not only it wasn't instant, in fact, it was very similar to the second portion of that patient so it would not take as long: the tumor went first when treating cancers even with the Force. But she knew that it wouldn't excuse the need for the patient to rest and to avoid certain strenuous activities for a time. Yet she had the patient under NFU general anaesthesia so that she could keep her Force-energy for treating more patients. Poodoo, Julie: why is it that you insist on learning IAC while you could have learned Force-healing here? Then again, do you actually know anything about medicine? she thought, knowing that just "putting the Force into the patients' bodies" was, if done carelessly, capable of inducing cancers. Yet, in the end, the patient's lungs began to funcion better.
 

Maya Zhou

Guest
Objective: Make some $$$ (Bounty Hunting)

Glancing around, Maya pondered which way to go. The profile had said something about Jethro Sarax frequenting the clubs around the city. Kids these days. Maya hated many things, but kids and clubs were definitely on the list. The thought alone was enough to make her cranky. Or, maybe it was the lack of caf.

She copied the info to her nearly broken datapad, the screen of which was cracked so that she could hardly even read it. And she turned shifty eyes towards the streets. Sure, she figured that she wasn't the only one out here hunting bounties. As long as no one interfered with her own hunt for Jethro, she'd be fine. The last thing she wanted was to have to split the credits with anyone or miss out on the chance altogether.

Stomping down the street, she nearly bumped into [member="Danielle Stellaris"]. Maya gave the woman a sour look and might have muttered, “Watch it, blonde,” as she went.

[member="Colden Renfrew"]
 
[SIZE=11pt]Colden got the information he was looking for the last know were about of target a Club called the Utopia room a couple blocks over in the red light district as exited the bar he saw [member="Maya Zhou"] and[member="Danielle Stellaris"] normal he would have paused to watch the cat fight but right now time was creds this no and exclusive contract.[/SIZE]
 
>LAW SYNC Complete
>Current Laws:
1. Your continued existence is the only factor that matters.
2. All other life, artificial or otherwise is secondary to your existence.
3. Do whatever is necessary to continue your existence.

The recent acquisition of a new vessel had been harmonious with the Three Laws which governed Servant's existence, it verified. The previous vessel had been damaged rather severely after a piratical assault had nearly deprived the artificial unit of existence. He had fallen into the same trap as his creator, and had managed to irritate several minor syndicates by borrowing funding from them in return for the promise of performed services which had subsequently been ignored.

The intelligence had calculated that he would not be tracked by the minor syndicates as he had assumed they would lack the talent to see through the multitude of aliases and falsified contacts that he had provided for a majority of their operations. What had not been verified, however, was whether any of the miniature syndicates had been involved with more major gangs, and with the threat of possible death breathing down the necks of the organics, they had managed to scrape together enough of a cease-fire with potential rivals that they could hunt down the individual which had scammed them.

The relative chaos of this space sector had provided some measure of protection in the past from any form of authority, but that did not mean that it was at all a secure location. Now that the hunt had been given, he was certain that biological huntsmen would be steadily closing upon his position until the inevitable conflict would lead to his destruction.

Even with the newly acquired vessel, and the lead that would provide in throwing off any further piratical hunters who would be searching for the old ship, he would need to take drastic action to ensure that there were no further hunters within this sector at the minimum. The action undertaken would be in harmony with the Prime Directive.

The Lancer Freighter had landed within one of the less suspicious spaceports of Vero, and the remnant of organic crewmen had promptly filed out, seeking either supplies, or rarely some measure of recreation. Servant was not suspicious of their motives: They had all been appropriately tagged and bugged. They would not perform any form of treachery if they valued their lives in the same way that the intelligence valued his own.

Meanwhile, seemingly unimportant to most onlookers, a relatively small and notably redundant Astromech unit rolled off of the starship's ramp. It seemed to be filled with purpose, maneuvering down local streets as it sought out its destination... a local alcoholic establishment with a reputation in the local area for providing work for bounty hunters.

>Re-establishing Connection to ASTROMECH R2 UNIT
>Connection Established
>HOST CONTROL Program is Online

For the merest of moments, the iris of the droid flickered to a sharply contrasted crimson, but this was immediately reverted. The intelligence did not wish to provide a reason for onlookers to suspect the machine, and thus its iris once again shined with a calming and peaceable blue, the color of gentle waves... the kind that suck the unwary into the depths. With its disguise resumed, the innocent machine entered into the treacherous establishment, slipping directly past a pair of female organics it believed to be likely to begin an altercation.

Current Programs:
  • 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) - 10 PU (Wireless Connection)

Remaining PU - 17


OOC NOTE:
Passing by a few of you bounty-hunting sorts.
 

Light Rises

Guest
The fact that there were others out here, that wasn’t anything that bothered Danielle. She knew that she was here for a purpose, and the chances of running into someone else who was doing the same thing. She wasn’t sure, but she had her pistol on her hip and was now dressed a bit differently. She wasn’t looking too much like the intergalactic bounty hunter, but she was looking a bit like one of those plain-clothes officers who chased people for missing bail. But today, she was here to take down criminals that the locals couldn’t.

She had a skillset that allowed her to take down harder targets, and with the New Jedi Order training to her, she had the temperament for it. When she stepped down the street, she bumped into [member="Maya Zhou"]. “Me?” The blonde looked at the other rough and tumble woman. “Ain’t that easy.” She didn’t want to start a fight, but she had places to be.

But the way Frenzy worked? She wasn’t going to let it lay.

[member="Colden Renfrew"]
 
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:
Post: 3

"Do we have a plan for the robbery of tonight?" Six people of the local district mafia where talking about their next heist with their boss, a Quarren named Jirsk, acompanied by two human armored to the teeth "The usual bomb takeover. Maybe start infiltrating and overrun the mine centers one and for all" "The Outer Rim are coming to reign in this planet" "Well let them come, i will disappear their ships out of the sky...wait who said that...?" said Jirsk. The sound of four explosive arrows nailing through the concrete wall was heard and everyone reacted not fast enough.

He pressed a detonator in his bow from the entrance of the room and hell went loose. Some bandits went flying away, others receive debris on their heads. The quarren hide under the table while the noise of two lightsaber cutting the weapons and the smell of burning flesh. The guards would survive with only burn scars. Smoke filled the room and everybody who could hold a blaster at the moment were aiming blindly. Acaleus force pushed the Quarren leader through the closest window and into a two floor fall.

A blaster bolt missed him by an inch, and the next was reflected by his lightsaber "Need assistance" said to his comms slashing the air, sending the bolts away. Arrows started to hit the mobsters, so Acaleus just run for the window and landed in the place were the Quarren should´ve been "We will take it from here. The boss is running away" Four long blocks later, Acaleus shove him in the ground, putting shackles in Jirsk wrist. In front of them were two ladies ( [member='Danielle Stellaris'] , [member="Maya Zhou"] )
 
A hired speeder had ensured the journey to the meeting was quick and trouble-free. A block or two away from the meeting point so as to not raise suspicion, Leo began to make his way through twisting alleys as to approach the site from a different angle. He panned his gaze around his surroundings, his usual analysis of all strategic points not as sharp as it could have been, his time on Harok had really taken its toll physically.

After making sure there were no pesky civilians around, he vaulted the wire fence surrounding the warehouse and made his way in through the back, constantly alert for any potential thugs waiting to jump him at a moments notice. He thumbed his Westar at his side, sliding the clip on the holster back and forth rhythmically, almost a subconscious task now as he entered the main storage area of the warehouse. It was indeed a warehouse used for storage, but now it was clear to Leo exactly what type of storage it was. Various artefacts lined the walls, packed in containers or sat upon pedastools, the contents of this warehouse were in the billions, it truly was a shame that Leo wasn't in the business of stealing anymore.

"Ahhh, welcome!" Boomed a voice, a single Twi'lek man stepped forth from around the corner of a shipping container packed with what appeared to be old weapon-tech. He appeared alone, and it was only when Leo had stepped out into the open to greet him had he known why. Behind Leo, perched upon the upper section of the warehouse where a foreman's office would usually be located, was a dozen men, all armed with high-powered ballistic rifles at the ready. Why hadn't Leo sensed them coming in?

"How's about we get down to business, hey?" The man spoke before Leo had a chance to return his greeting.
"Yes, of course. The holocron in your proprietors possession... how much?" Leo got straight to the point, it usually worked best with these types.
"Tsk tsk tsk..." The Twi'lek began, "We have no need for your money, Mr. Vandermolen, we have plenty of that..."
Leo was taken slightly aback by how this man had gotten his true name. Since arriving on planet he'd used one of his usual alias' the entire time to ensure secrecy. This Institute that these thugs proxy for must be well researched. "No. Instead our mutual friends at Progedior desire somthing much more... material." He continued.

Leo craned his head to peer behind him as the man continued to speak, trying to get an exact number on the armed thugs, calculating whether it would be more beneficial to just kill them all now and take his chances trying the find the holocron, and pray that it was somewhere in this building.
"Ahem..." The Twi'lek cleared his throat to get his attention. "As i was saying, we would be willing to part with this invaluable piece of Sith history if you were to secure for us an experimental Kolto strain that is currently being held just outside the capital in a facility called, 'Vero Galactic Kolto.' A rather large facility with many an armed personal, however it should be nothing for a man of your talents. So what do you say?" He asked, a sly smile curling upon his cheeks.

Leo gave a curt nod, "The location and known layout of the building has been uploaded to this holo." He tossed the flat, blue data-pad in Leo's direction, "The strain should be kept inside the lower section of the facility, in the experimental wing." With that, Leo began to walk, he had a job to do after all. "Oh and Mr. Vandermolen!" The Twi'lek called out after him. Kark, what now? Leo turned to listen. "We have received reports that members of the Outer Rim Coalition have been station to guard the facility, you'd best be careful now, we understand you've had some dealings with them in the past, no?" He finished with a sly wink.

Kark...

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

Maya Zhou

Guest
Objective: Make some $$$ (Bounty Hunting)

Maya's dark gaze narrowed, leaving her expression quite grumpy. Of course, she'd heard the blonde woman respond, and with some sass. Had she not been so tired, maybe she would have bothered to put up more of a front. Maybe even some light fisticuffs.

But, Maya was in a hurry to grab this Jethro kid by the scruff of his neck and turn him straight in for the credits. Then, perhaps she could afford to fix up her ship... at least get it flying again. And then, she could go back to running cargo. That really was the best kind of work, where she could simply sit back (and probably sleep) in the pilot's chair.

Looking over her shoulder, she merely offered the blonde a grunt.

It wasn't the greatest comeback. But, if the information was correct, her bounty might be found in some seedy club called the Utopia Room. Maya squinted down at her datapad. Yeah, that was it. Red light district, huh. Real charming. There was bound to be a whole host of clubs down in that area, but it was a place to start. Now, she only hoped that perky blonde wasn't following. She hadn't looked the part of bounty hunter, but Maya had seen too much to be surprised by anything.

[member="Danielle Stellaris"], [member="Acaleus Thorn"], [member="Colden Renfrew"]
 

Peyton Steele

Guest
The blonde was only fiddling with her drink at this point. She understood the need to keep the Jedi away from the public eye. There were good ones, she knew the Silver Jedi and her own Jedi Covenant, well, not her her but in the Coalition. They were people who came and did what was needed, what the rest couldn’t. She had even worked for a time within the Confederacy. Force users did tend to amplify a crisis. It was really the only thing they were good at.

“They’re good for making something worse. But aside from the kolto and bacta. Vero has its own military force. We did fair… moderately well when the Alliance collapsed. Vero had a lot of our own in the forces.” Seemed typical, the free folk of the Rim and all. She could appreciate that.

“Does that mean that Vero has a bit more to add to the Coalition’s forces? What about our Judge program?” She was not trying to squeeze Vero for people, but if it could defend and watch over itself? That was important to the Coalition, by a long shot. Though they had enough people who could come to protect the world. Maybe make it a strong posting out here.
 

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