Cyran Vaas
Dream On!
An audible dinging noise came as Cyran reached their destined floor on the turbolift. In a large highrise building. Here to meet with a potential client, a corporate representative from the Czerka Arms. A rather prestigious client if the zeltron took on the job. All he knew was that this had to be a serious job, they were willing to pay just to have Cyran meet with the representative just to incentivise the bounty hunter to arrive as soon as possible. So it was at least worth checking out, but also gave some red flags. It seem like they were desperate for whatever issue they were facing to resolve quickly, waving credits upfront just to get Cyran’s attention.
Stepping out of the turbolift, Cyran held his dark helmet and underslung his arm on his right side. Making his way to the room where brawny armed guards stood. Without a word the pair stepped aside to let into the room. Not bothering to check the bounty hunter, or make sure he wasn’t a threat to their VIP. Perhaps they were confident that Cyran wouldn’t threaten a potential client, or were just confident that if he did he’d be dealt with swiftly and with ease. Stepping into the room to meet the corpo representative he was greeted by a sharply dressed woman who was just finishing a call with someone else. Hanging up she turned her attention to the bounty hunter. “Huh, I thought you people, always keep your helmets on. You’re not all pink under your armor are you?” Not the most professional way to meet your potential contractor. Before Cyran could introduce himself she cut him off. “Don’t bother Mr. Vaas, I already know all I need about you. The Guild recommended you, spoke rather highly too, I’m already behind schedule and don’t wanna waste another minute with pleasantries.”
Although she came off as a little abrasive, Cyran would welcome the lack of stuffy professionalism. Maybe she did too since she wasn’t dealing with a corpo and needed to show empty respect towards. In the zeltron’s line of work, one could only get so far on superficial qualities alone, he knew that all too well when he was still a bachelor. “I understand Miss, we can get straight to business. I suppose that since I’m here you’re looking for someone or something?”
“Precisely, a piece of rouge merchandise. A prototype created as a joint venture between Czerka and Neuro-Saav. A cybernetically augmented individual, we want them captured alive and brought back into company, and can’t cause any more damage.” The corpo woman explained, there was a level of unease to referring to an individual to merchandise. Sounded like some sort of escaped experiment.
”I see, well I’m gonna want some info, like what I need to look out for, name, last known location, that sort of stuff.” Cyran said so they could start to create a mental profile of his target.
“It's just a new weapon system we’re developing, still in R&D for the most part. But in testing there was an oversight when it came to ionic vulnerabilities. The electrical damage ruined the inhibitor chip and allowed them to go rogue. Also destroyed their tracker which is why we’re not sure where they are. They’re quite irritable and dangerous, a one man army.” That helped give Cyran an idea of what he was up against. But it wasn’t enough to paint a decent enough picture.
“Okay, we’re they an employee with either czerka or neuro-saav, name, species even?” Cyran continued to ask to collect more information.
“I’m afraid that’s classified intel you're asking for. Not the kind I have the liberty to disclose to a contractor like yourself. Plus I needed this taken care of yesterday, even if I wanted I don’t have time to give you their whole backstory.” The corop replied, causing Cyran to frown. She seemed to be rather vague witht he details.
“Listen, I need that info, I understand client confidentiality, but if you want me to at least a halfway decent shot at finding and apprehending this cyborg you’ve let loose on Denon I’m gonna need more information. Plus I haven’t taken on this contract yet, I could just walk out of here right now and spare myself from this own ordeal.” Cyran explained, letting the corpo woman understand where he was coming from. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else to take on the job, but I assure you they won’t get it done, and just waste more of your precious time. So I’ll ask you one more time. Name, close family, last known location and any other important information that would be of value to me.”
The woman let out a huff, visibly annoyed with Cyran insisting on getting more information out of her. But he made a good point, she was looking for his help, and couldn’t be too standoffish toward the bounty hunter. The ball was in Cyran’s court. “Fine, their name is Dak Harlin, 22 male, no immediate family or friends, they were raised an orphan. They signed a waiver to allow us to perform experimental augmentations. Giving them military grade weaponry and defenses.” She explained and continued. “Last known location was them crawling down into a garbage shoot not far outside of the Suicide Slums in Seven Corners. Also we've used Dak in some practical field tests against Darkwire terrorists, there might be a chance members of that organization could seek revenge on Dak and kill him if they haven’t already. They’re considered to be suffering from cybernetic-psychosis, so we advise against trying to negotiate or reason with them.” After she finished she gave Cryan a look that basically asked “good enough?”
The zeltron nodded, “Okay, think that gives me enough to actually work off of now.” Grabbing his helmet he placed it over his head, covering him up. “I’ll take the Job…”
OOC:
The tracking, apprehension and or killing of Dak Harlin is the ultimate goal of the thread. Cyran is just one perspective and individual who could be on a mission to hunt down the cyber-psycho. Others might he Darkwire
operatives, someone hired by Neuro-Saav as opposed to Czerka in Cyran's case, or general CorpSec forces. Allowing for a wide range of opposition, be it Corpo, Darkwire or anything in-between/adjacent, to create conflict in the hunt for a cyber-psycho on the loose. Feel free to contact or DM for any questions.