Seris Vant
The Unsung Hero
Rayl sat silently, arms crossed, as the civilian transport carried him into the space station owned my MandalMotors. His mood was... not quite angry, perhaps disgruntled was the best way to describe it. He was this way of course for the very reason of this trip. His Star Destroyer was in the dry dock after the Republic incident. He went too gun ho helping an old friend out and now he was here. Acquiring special materials he needed to repair her. Stygium was the name of the game, and seven years ago he put in an order for a whole lot of the stuff. It was meant for a project he was going to do a few years back. But things change, oh how they've changed.
A buzz from the intercom chimed and the droid pilot came on. "Attention passengers, we will be arriving at the MandalMotors station momentarily. Please remain seated until docking has been completed". It took long enough. Many of these civilian ships weren't outfitted with the greatest and latest technology in hyperdrives the market offers. Even with their wide availability, probably costs and penny pinching striking yet again. Rayl stretched out in his seat. Popping a few joints in the act. It was a good relief for his stiff joints but what he really needed was a walk. Which would thankfully be soon.
Small maneuvering jets slowed the ship down as it lined up to dock. Making ever so slight directional changes to the course too. The craft shuttered as it made contact with the port. Locking clamps meshed together to ensure a tight seal. Most of the other passengers were already getting up, gathering luggage. Ignoring the droid pilots directions. Rayl could wait another few minutes of sitting rather than face the pushing and shoving crowd. Next time he'd just contract private transportation. He had already hired Justice Shipping to move the cargo back to Alliance space. Hitching a ride on that freighter may have been a better idea. Far too late for that now, and traveling like this was pretty low profile with a good fake I.D. Intercom again chimed in. "Thank you passengers for using Yersan Transportation. We hope to see you again". The passengers thinned out quickly. Allowing Rayl to grab his carry on and head aboard the station.
Rayl scanned for his contact. A representative of Mandal was supposed to meet him at the arrival gate. And lo and behold someone wearing the company logo on his hat was singled out pretty fast. Rayl kick up his heels and made way over.
"Hello sir. You would be Mr. Wilded correct"? The spectacled man did assume correct. Glancing up from a datapad to try and confirm his identity. The info was a few years out of date. The Rayl then and now were different.
"I am. And you work for Mandal no doubt". The contact wasn't what he exactly expected. Some underfed nerd who looked like the whipping boy of some manager. Rayl sort of felt sorry for him. Then again it could just be bad style and genetics. What you looked like mattered in the real world. Vain people were always on about it. Didn't matter if you had the skills to do your job.
"Excellent then sir. Mr. Katan, the head of operations for our Aeten mining division has been waiting for you. I'll show you to his office so you can discuss the deal". The worker strapped the pad onto his belt and waved for Rayl to follow with him.
Rayl fell into shock. His head nearly exploded. If there was ration left within him he'd immediately question why. But that was not the case. Murder was a promising option though. A murderous, murderous, rage consuming one. Rayl reached for a blaster, but found it missing. 'Crap they're in my luggage. Must kill with bear hands'. Rayl jumped up, would have flown clear across the desk if the man handle piped up to explain himself.
"Three days ago we were raided. And every last crystal in storage was stolen by a gang of thieves, pirates and vagabonds. Our security was overwhelmed and they escaped almost as fast as they came. We were powerless to stop them in time I'm afraid". If Rayl would have looked outside on the flight in earlier; he may have seen the repair work going on outside on the stations exterior.
"I demand to speak to Larraq. Now"! Rayl slammed his hands down on the table. Knocking over a few bobbles and making everything else jump.
"I'm afraid that is not possible. He's been dealing with the recent crisis the Republic called with many of the other industrial leaders in the galaxy as you may know. Not even this office has been able to get into contact with him". Whether this was true or not was ignored. Rayl didn't have time to sort this out by any other means than yelling and blasters.
"Then tell me who stole my damn crystals then! I'll get them back myself". Rayl flung his right arm out. Pointing nowhere in particular. It had meaning though.
"Uhhm, yes. I believe we did narrow down the thieves group identity from one individual. Let me, umm". Katan started tapping away on his desktop. Desperately searching for the information the very angry Crime Lord demanded of him. "Here". Katan turned the screen. Revealing the picture of an armored masked man. At least it was quite the distinctive mask. "His name is Shal Quommorin. He works for the Yunkai Gang. They've been known to operate out of Vale VII. So if you are going to try and fight them for your crystals, perhaps try there".
"You know I will. I'll show them not to mess with me". Rayl pushed off the table, storming out of the office. And making sure to kick a chair over in the process for good measure. "And don't think we're done. I'll have Larraq hear of this"!
[member="Kunsumi"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Julian Solo"] [member="Scarlet Ghost"]
A buzz from the intercom chimed and the droid pilot came on. "Attention passengers, we will be arriving at the MandalMotors station momentarily. Please remain seated until docking has been completed". It took long enough. Many of these civilian ships weren't outfitted with the greatest and latest technology in hyperdrives the market offers. Even with their wide availability, probably costs and penny pinching striking yet again. Rayl stretched out in his seat. Popping a few joints in the act. It was a good relief for his stiff joints but what he really needed was a walk. Which would thankfully be soon.
Small maneuvering jets slowed the ship down as it lined up to dock. Making ever so slight directional changes to the course too. The craft shuttered as it made contact with the port. Locking clamps meshed together to ensure a tight seal. Most of the other passengers were already getting up, gathering luggage. Ignoring the droid pilots directions. Rayl could wait another few minutes of sitting rather than face the pushing and shoving crowd. Next time he'd just contract private transportation. He had already hired Justice Shipping to move the cargo back to Alliance space. Hitching a ride on that freighter may have been a better idea. Far too late for that now, and traveling like this was pretty low profile with a good fake I.D. Intercom again chimed in. "Thank you passengers for using Yersan Transportation. We hope to see you again". The passengers thinned out quickly. Allowing Rayl to grab his carry on and head aboard the station.
Rayl scanned for his contact. A representative of Mandal was supposed to meet him at the arrival gate. And lo and behold someone wearing the company logo on his hat was singled out pretty fast. Rayl kick up his heels and made way over.
"Hello sir. You would be Mr. Wilded correct"? The spectacled man did assume correct. Glancing up from a datapad to try and confirm his identity. The info was a few years out of date. The Rayl then and now were different.
"I am. And you work for Mandal no doubt". The contact wasn't what he exactly expected. Some underfed nerd who looked like the whipping boy of some manager. Rayl sort of felt sorry for him. Then again it could just be bad style and genetics. What you looked like mattered in the real world. Vain people were always on about it. Didn't matter if you had the skills to do your job.
"Excellent then sir. Mr. Katan, the head of operations for our Aeten mining division has been waiting for you. I'll show you to his office so you can discuss the deal". The worker strapped the pad onto his belt and waved for Rayl to follow with him.
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Rayl shook the hand of this Mr. Katan. He wasn't the same person who ran operations he used to know. Power always shifts though. The two entered the office, the door closing automatically behind them. "Why don't you take a seat Mr. Wilded, and we can get down to the nitty gritty of this deal". Rayl sat down, wasting no time. After all he'd had his walk though the station, so things were limbered up. Plus he wanted to get through the business as quickly as possible and see what he paid for. Katan walked around his desk and took up his position. Rayl noted his chair was bigger. Typical office type this one. "That being. We don't have your Stygium anymore".Rayl fell into shock. His head nearly exploded. If there was ration left within him he'd immediately question why. But that was not the case. Murder was a promising option though. A murderous, murderous, rage consuming one. Rayl reached for a blaster, but found it missing. 'Crap they're in my luggage. Must kill with bear hands'. Rayl jumped up, would have flown clear across the desk if the man handle piped up to explain himself.
"Three days ago we were raided. And every last crystal in storage was stolen by a gang of thieves, pirates and vagabonds. Our security was overwhelmed and they escaped almost as fast as they came. We were powerless to stop them in time I'm afraid". If Rayl would have looked outside on the flight in earlier; he may have seen the repair work going on outside on the stations exterior.
"I demand to speak to Larraq. Now"! Rayl slammed his hands down on the table. Knocking over a few bobbles and making everything else jump.
"I'm afraid that is not possible. He's been dealing with the recent crisis the Republic called with many of the other industrial leaders in the galaxy as you may know. Not even this office has been able to get into contact with him". Whether this was true or not was ignored. Rayl didn't have time to sort this out by any other means than yelling and blasters.
"Then tell me who stole my damn crystals then! I'll get them back myself". Rayl flung his right arm out. Pointing nowhere in particular. It had meaning though.
"Uhhm, yes. I believe we did narrow down the thieves group identity from one individual. Let me, umm". Katan started tapping away on his desktop. Desperately searching for the information the very angry Crime Lord demanded of him. "Here". Katan turned the screen. Revealing the picture of an armored masked man. At least it was quite the distinctive mask. "His name is Shal Quommorin. He works for the Yunkai Gang. They've been known to operate out of Vale VII. So if you are going to try and fight them for your crystals, perhaps try there".
"You know I will. I'll show them not to mess with me". Rayl pushed off the table, storming out of the office. And making sure to kick a chair over in the process for good measure. "And don't think we're done. I'll have Larraq hear of this"!
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After about an hour Rayl had toned down from kill machine to just venting steam via string of never ending curses. He typed away on a terminal. Sending out messages to contacts and opening bounties. Informing [member="James Justice"] there was a change in plans for the pick up spot. He'd have everyone meet here on Mandal's station then head over to Vale VII to get his crystals back.[member="Kunsumi"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Julian Solo"] [member="Scarlet Ghost"]