To Fill These Halls

[Jakob Benson]

Benson sat in his quarters on the Iniquitous Sanitorium. It was no space station, but a facility housed on two asteroids tethered together. They lay hidden in the vast asteroid belt in the Hoth system, safe and secure with no oversight. Just the way that it was meant to be.

There weren't too many patients within the facility, but he knew that that was going to change. Most especially once he had begun to place bounties out there. The mentally ill hardly came into such facilities on their own accord. Sometimes they needed a helping hand. Or at least a very forceful one.

[member="Thom Naudir"]

I hear that you're skills in hunting and securing your quarry is one of the best. As such, I invite you to the Iniquitous Sanitorium at your earliest convenience for potential contracts. Once you are in the Hoth system, send word to me and our exact co-ordinates and codes will be relayed to you.

Dr. Jakob Benson

Nothing more was said. No real flattery, no talk of price. Just those simple words.

 

[Thom Naudir]

The small freighter exited hyperspace at the edge of the Hoth system, lingering for a few moment in empty space before beginning to make its way further in to the system. A single transmission was sent from the freighter, over a coded frequency that Thom had received as part of the message that brought him to this system. Once it was sent, Thom pushed himself away from the command console of the freighter, grabbing his helmet that he had placed on a nearby panel.

The message he had received had been short and simple. An offer for work over an extended period of time. Multiple contracts potentially, something that Thom could certainly use. As of late he had been finding fewer and fewer contracts to take, either from the over saturation in the bounty hunter world, and the simple lack of ones that he felt were worth his time. An arrogant stance to take, certainly, but it was important to enjoy your work. It would be hard to enjoy any task if he felt bored while doing it. Hopefully, the possibilities here would offer him a solution to his problems.

A small light began to flash on the command console, indicating he had received the message he had been waiting for. Quickly glancing through it, he typed in the coordinates he had received and sent the freighter towards the location in question. Once he was certain of their trajectory, Thom stepped away once more and pulled his helmet on, locking it in place and pausing for a moment while the helmets data played briefly across his visor. Once all was done, Thom turned and made his way down the steps from the bridge to the main cargo area, preparing to disembark and meet Dr [member="Jakob Benson"]

 

[Jakob Benson]

Once [member="Thom Naudir"] had arrived, his ship and his person were not greeted by Benson, but instead by a small unit of 501-Z Police Droids. All were armed, but their weapons were holstered. ~Hunter Naudir, Dr. Benson has sent us to escort you to his location. This way.~ Half would begin the route to the passageway, while the rest would follow him.

Once in the main asteroid, the unit would lead him to Benson's quarters. Like most rooms in the facility, they were modest in furniture, but still felt a little cozy to those that needed such things.

Benson sat at his desk. He didn't get up at all, instead gesturing for Thom to approach while he finished up some work on his datapad. Once finished, he folded his hands on his desk. "You must be Thom Naudir. I must say that you look the part? Shall we cut to the chase?:

 

[Thom Naudir]

Thom walked down the ramp of the freighter moments after it touched down, his head taking in the entire hangar he found himself in within the first few seconds. His helmet ran scans as he looked around, and while he detected numerous security measures in the room, none of them were aimed at him. Glancing at the security droids, Thom nodded briefly as they indicated for him to follow them. He took in the the facility as they made their way through it, noting the layout and potential of many of the rooms that he could see.

A lot of credits had gone in to making this place.

Finally they came to the office of [member="Jakob Benson"] Thom assumed. The droids stepped aside as the door opened, revealing the man sitting behind the desk directly across from Thom. He did not look up as the Mandalorian approached, continuing to work on the datapad in front of him. Thom grimaced within his helmet, the annoyance hidden behind the reflective visor as he came to a halt a few feet from the desk. He did not say anything as he waited, staring at the Doctor before him as he waited. This kind of behavior Thom would usually not take, but he had come this far already.

As the man finally spoke, Thom merely nodded his head, folding his hands casually across his chest. Time to get down to business.

 

[Jakob Benson]

Straight to the point. Benson didn't need to hear of any past bounties he's made or how difficult they were for others to catch. Such things are better left to be told in bars.

"Good." Benson opened up one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out a file, which was then held out for [member="Thom Naudir"] to take. "In this file you'll find dossiers for a variety of individuals that should be spending some of their time here. These are patients of mine that have seen me elsewhere, though are hesitant to go to the extreme lengths needed for their better health. Now a few may go willingly should you approach. But others may run. If you bring them here ALIVE and treatible, you'll be paid for each. The value of compensation depends on the severity of the patient's condition." The cost for each was labelled on each individual dossier.

"Any questions?"

 

[Thom Naudir]

Thom took the file, flipping it open with one of his fingers and began to look through it. The variety of potential contracts here was impressive. Jedi, Sith, power individuals, and even a few bounty hunters that Thom knew of. This Doctor [member="Jakob Benson"] was quite ambitious if he thought he could truly hold them in this facility. What Thom had seen on his way in was certainly impressive, but perhaps not quite up to the task yet. Then again, that was not really his concern, was it.

Thom nodded his head as he closed the folder, placing it down on the desk in front of him before folding his arms across his chest again.

"Do you want them conscious when they arrive, or will carbonite do."

 

[Jakob Benson]

"Conscious or unconscious, it doesn't matter. Carbonite is fine, so long as they survive the process. If they do not, then you forfeit your pay." It was a simple as that. The hard part will be for [member="Thom Naudir"] to catch them.

"Some may try to manipulate you into letting them go or leaving them alone altogether. I trust that you'll be able to keep your interactions with them as strictly business?" Droids were better in that department, but there were times when organics were better at thinking on their feet.

 

[Thom Naudir]

Thom nodded his head at the Doctors words. It was a simple enough instruction. Non lethal take downs, and keeping them intact would lead to a higher pay out. Thom was not the biggest fan of not incinerating the people he was paid to track down, but sometimes compromises had to be made.

"Don't worry, for what you're offering I will remain professional." Any of the contracts that might try to manipulate Thom, he could always just throw them in carbonite. He enjoyed his silence when he was flying across the galaxy. It would be best if his contracts did as well.

[member="Jakob Benson"]

 

[Jakob Benson]

"Good."

He sat there looking at [member="Thom Naudir"] . He hadn't dealt with Mandalorians very much, so this was to be quite the learning experience.

"Keep in mind that we are in an asteroid field that's always on the move. Once you enter the system, you'll need to contact us to get the exact co-ordinates of our location. Are there any further questions before you begin?"

 

[Thom Naudir]

"I will not forget. Do you have a first target for me to go after?" Thom had filed away the needed information already in the back of his mind, turning his attention now to the job of tracking people down. That was what he would get credits for after all, and right now that was all that mattered to him. He could worry about the more minor details of this place later.

[member="Jakob Benson"]

 

[Jakob Benson]

Benson gestured to the file that he had given [member="Thom Naudir"] . "In there you'll find a high valued target. Her location has been...all over the place. If you hear any rumours, I suggest you investigate. But it's up to you who you go after first."

He then steepled his fingers underneath his chin. "If there's nothing else, then I believe we are done here. I will await your success."

 

[Vonar Ardinn]

Natian's Ship , the Overseer jumped out of Hyperspace over Hoth escorted by a small task force of 1 Nebulon-A Frigate and 4 Dreadnaught MkII Heavy Cruisers . After the disaster at Pijal , Natian Sanorge decided to seek Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries to help the Directorate take down the rogue dissidents whom had disrupted the Directorate's Operation there. In his search for Bounty Hunters Sanorge came across a man by the man of Jakob Benson who apparently owned this place called the Inquisitous Santinorium in which was established to detain Force users , Criminals and the Mentally Ill. After discovering of the bounty Benson had on many Force Users he saw this as the perfect opportunity and immediately contacted Benson for a meeting. After Benson gave Natian the coordinates to the Inquisitous Santinorium , Natian quickly took a small task force and set course for the planet Holt as the Inquisitous Santinorium was located within the Hoth Asteroid base

"Sir we have arrived at Hoth and your shuttle is ready." Said the Captain of the Overseer. "Good" Natian replied. Everything was going as he forseen and hopefully this time. Natian would be able to succeed in his mission in which would be to enlist the aid of Benson in detaining the traiterous Jedi here and to allow for the Directorate to continue it's operations without anysort of interference. As Natian's Shuttle departed , Natian wondered at how Benson managed to maintain such a facility especially given that there was no sort of Defense Fleet and that he had essentially placed a bounty on hundreds of force sensitives across the Galaxy. However that was a question to be answered soon enough.

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[Jakob Benson]

A datapad within Benson's desk beeped. With a look of annoyance, he opened up the drawer and took it out. To him, his work was everything. Benson adjusted his glasses and read over the message, before opening up a deeper drawer and pulling out a file after fishing through it. Then he handed it over to [member="Thom Naudir"] . "It seems that another high profile candidate has been added. An [member="Obran Mereel"] . You may find him around Corellia or so I've been informed."

Over the intercome system, the voice of one of the 501-Z Police Droids was heard. ~Dr. Benson, a shuttle carrying your next appointment is enroute. ETA to you is 15 minutes.~

"Have him brought to my location, Z." Benson got to his feet. "Well, it seems that our meeting is over. I look forward to your success."