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Under The Nose

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Drev'starn, in all of its majesty, was a rather loud place in the middle of the night. Lights danced across the window pane that served as a portal to the outside world. Speeders and motorized vehicles grumbled or screeched through the many roads within the capitol of the CIS. Beings of every shape and size were out scouring the markets for a drink or a partner of their own race to take home.


None of these things meant a thing to Calico. He sat behind his desk, fingers tapping the darkened wood in an attempt to guess at its origin. The lights in the room were dimmed: casting a healthy glow on the wooden flooring, various trophies lining the walls, the lavish chairs in front of Calico's desk, and the Grand Marshal's own tired features.


Twenty-Four going on Fourty...


The Commander scratched at his scruffy beard as he sipped cautiously from the mug of caf. Lines of code were spread across the monitor from his holonet terminal perched upon the desk. With a shake of his head, Calico flipped on the holo-vision that hung above the massive window. Something about Jawa rights came on...it was really just to have some kind of sound in the background.


He readjusted the hooded, gray jacket he wore--Calico wasn't one to dress formally when he did paperwork-- and made sure the doors were open. He was expecting a group of four...bounty hunters, mercenaries, a manner of people that weren't afraid to undermine the CIS's enemies--and allies if need be.


He sat up straight, sucked in a breath, and spoke as the doors opened. "Have a seat ladies and gentlemen. We have some very important things to discuss."
 
Krest moved his way into the room. He wasn't wearing his helm, but the rest of his armor was still on. His deep blue eyes glanced around the room, curiosity plain on his face. "Grand Marshal eh?" He turns his gaze to the clone, sizing him up. "You're one of the older Fetts. The one from the Clone Wars right?"
 
Ven, the Falleen smuggler, happened to be right behind the Zabrak as he walked through the door. The female had her hands stuck in the pockets of her leggings, glancing about before looking head of her, past Krest at the other two men inside. She set her jaw, wiggling the end of her nose gently as she moved up beside Krest, cocking her head to the side and giving both men the same one over that Krest had given them, silent throughout all of this; her curiosity had rendered her quiet until questions posed themselves in her head.

She set her arms over her chest and inspected the room now from the lavish chairs to the back of the monitor that sat on the desk, attempting to at least listen to a few seconds of the segment on Jawa rights that echoed against the walls as background noise, wondering if the choice was a purposeful one. Glancing once more at the man behind the desk and the other person that had been there since before they'd entered.

Flickin a lock of black wavy hair out of her face she let off a quiet huff, "Quite decorated in here." Her voice hung under her breath as her deep green-teal eyes danced over the trophies that lined the walls, her curiosity peaked highly.
 

Saraq Zyox

Guest
The Trandoshan had been called by his great master, whom he liked to call 'Thuglord Thugnificent'. He was only wearing his usual Leather Jacket, dark brown pants and his brown shirt. He carried two DL44 Blaster Pistols, a durasteel reinforced wooden quarterstaff, a Vibroaxe and a Vibrosword, not many weapons for his standards. He followed the Falleen and the Zabtak in front of him into Calico's room and then moved to stand next to him. ''Thuglord, what isss thy bidding?'' He said with a drawn out 'S'. His tongue was hanging out of his closed mouth after he had finished his sentence. He was a high, towering figure compared to the other people in the room.

@[member="Ven"] l @[member="Krest"] l @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 
In the distance a dark presence could be felt resonating among the area. Soon came a darkly clad individual- a figure Calico might find highly familiar. The man would be draped in a battle-torn black trench coat with wild features. One red cybernetic eye shifting from either of the people also in the room. The lighting would almost make it seem as if he were a walking nightmare, a shadowy distortion of wickedness and ill practices past.

Zius approached forward, his crazed white hair still as swept and disheveled as ever with a blackened cloth wrapped around his right eye. The armor which he was donning was a mixture of black and crimson, a faded yet distorted Imperial logo still shined its presence through, bleeding out on his chest like an open wound that never closed. As he drew to an eerie distance of 2 feet from the desk, he placed both hands on either side, revealing sadistic and twisted looking pointed fingertips- almost like crude gauntlets or a monster's claws. His pale face and red eye stared into the commander with an uneasy stillness and intensity for a moment before the Dark Jedi cracked a devilish grin.

"Well, well, well. Commander- what was it again? My memory serves me poorly this afternoon."

His grin only widened an inch or so, cracking sarcasm and throwing the humor out there in his own creepy way.

@[member="Ven"] @[member="Krest"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Saraq Zyox"]
 
Well, this had been a first to going to this planet at least. The CIS homeworld, not one he wanted to find trouble in, for sure. Not one he planned on working for, but welp... He supposed something new would keep him from just retiring or offing himself or something. He was honestly getting tired of this work, was he doomed to just do odd jobs and mercenary work freelance for the rest of his life? Was this really it? Was this all life had in store for him?

He pondered these things as he walked into the room. He didn't know any of these people. Quite frankly, it didn't matter much. All he knew was the Grand Marshall had hired him for some kind of job or other.

He shot the woman, @[member="Ven"], a handsome smile as he passed her by, before he took his seat, turning his gaze to the Grand Marshall.

"So, whatcha got us here for?" he asked, wanting to get down to business as he relaxed his arms behind his head, getting comfortable, one leg over the other.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
@[member="Zius Aurus"]
@[member="Ven"]
@[member="Krest"]
@[member="Saraq Zyox"]
 
If this isn't a motley crew then I have no idea what is.


The Commander set his elbows on the table, regarding each member of the little gathering with a slight tilt of the head. He recognized some of the faces: from bars, social events, even a past operation. Some, he had never laid eyes on in person before. He sucked in the air over his teeth as he began.


"Yes, I'm one of the originals...seems you did your homework."He paused to flicker his gaze on over to the green woman. "I like to keep collections. In case I ever have a daughter, scare away the pervy young men. That, and I like to indulge myself." Calico paused once more as the Trandoshan entered the room. He recalled saving the alien--such an odd event.


"Simple, Saraq. Make sure everyone on this little team sticks true if they agree. I'll make sure you're well compensated." A faint, almost fatherly smile formed on the clone's expression as yet another man walked in--a man he recognized.


Each member of this team had something special, something that set them apart, to a point. That, or they were professional, and good at keeping their traps shut. Honestly, Calico didn't care as long as the job was done. Krest would represent the CIS, alongside Saraq, things would be fine and dandy.


"Calico, Zius. Yes, it's been awhile. Thank you for that business on Triple Zero. Saved my, and Galaar's hides. Please, have a seat." Calico motioned toward the small section of seats in front of his desk--not at all intimidated by the presence of a very clear Dark Jedi.


Finally, a younger looking human. Calico didn't recognize him. Toph must have hired him. "Quite a bit actually, down to business.

The center of the room seemed to shimmer. One moment, it was empty space, the next, a large, green skinned Duros wearing a long brown cloak appeared from an internal holographic system. "This is Joren Vlen. To cut a long story short, he's one of the galaxy's top biologists. He's also supposed to be on Death Row in most of the galaxy's major governments. The man experimented heavily on children from multiple sentient species. I want him."


The Grand Marshal stood up and strode confidently toward the hologram, easily a foot taller than the faux alien. "He's on Balmorra, somewhere in the wilds. A compound of some sort, hidden well. You'll find him, dispatch his security, and bring him here. Discreetly, and alive." Calico turned to face the group, arms folded behind the small of his back. "No one can know that we've taken him. Not even the Republic. Set your weapons to stun, but if you absolutely have to, dispatch Republic forces that pursue."


The Commander's jaw set and his eyes narrowed slightly. His voice was serious and low. The man meant business. "We attempted to negotiate a transfer with Republic forces, but it fell apart. This man will save thousands of lives--all belonging to our people. I can't pass him up. It's immoral...the Republic has no idea we know of his location. I doubt they themselves know where he is."


Is this wrong? No, no it isn't. I'm saving the lives of my boys. I'm making the dirty decision for their sake. The Republic was in the wrong here.


"Needless to say, silence is requires. Any ties to the CIS are to be left here. If you're captured, we will have to eliminate you. If you're wounded, we can't come in to get you. I want this to be clear, this is top priority mission with great reward. If it's too dangerous, or too shady for you, you can decline right now. One of the Templars will wipe your mind and you can go on your way." Calico's brown eyed gaze drifted over each and every one of them. They needed to be perfect, or not here at all.


"I can offer you all ten percent of the arms budget. That's enough to set you up for the next ten years. On top of that, safety within the CIS, full citizenship, and a position in one of our newer divisions if it's to your liking. Either way, I'm being very, very generous." Calico took a moment to nod at the Trandoshan. "Saraq is my right hand. My top man outside of the Dreadguard. He will represent the CIS. Along with our Templar if he so wishes." A short smile was cast the Zabrak's way.


"Now, tell me your names and skills. If you accept, we'll get into the actually plan of assault. If not, there's the door, and one of our beloved Templar Knights."Calico motioned toward the door. "And be wary. If you say a word about this after the operation; I'm very, very good at making people drop off the face of the galaxy. Shall we begin?"


@[member="Kaiden Jades"]

@[member="Zius Aurus"]

@[member="Ven"]

@[member="Krest"]

@[member="Saraq Zyox"]
 
Ven listened in absolute silence, her arms across the chest of her deep brown leather jacket, and leaned off to one side with all of her weight on her left foot. She perked a brow as one of the men smiled at her, shaking her head with a slight smile, sighing softly, before glancing back ahead at the said "Commander". She kept herself from chortling when the clone responded to her statement about the trophies; sounded a lot like something she'd probably end up doing, or something her parents would have done (in fact, at that moment she realized that that was exactly what her father would have done, if she'd actually met any men she had liked back on Falleen.)

She pondered over what the clone was saying, cocking her head to the left, making it almost look like she was about to fall over, given she was leaning off to that side. She took a deep breath and thought for a moment: to travel to Balmorra and "collect" a biologist who is somewhere hidden in the wilds, all behind the Republic's back and to save lives; sounded like a cause she could get behind. As for "any ties to the CIS should be left here", well, she had none as far as she knew, and being silent was her second favorite passtime.

Ven tapped the toe of her boot gently, frowning as she debates on if she even likes the idea of not joining in on this job; either way she had no intention of missing out on this. She adjusted her stance so as to stand up straight and set her hands on her hips with her head tilted slightly to the right and prepared to be the first to speak up. "The name's Ven. I'm a good shot, so I've been told, and I delve myself into mechanics and piloting; both of which I pride myself in doing very well given I've had to fix my own ship for the past few years with no help whatsoever." She moved to flick another lock of deep black/brown hair from her face.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
@[member="Saraq Zyox"]
@[member="Zius Aurus"]
@[member="Kaiden Jades"]
 
Zius stood with both hands behind his back, recalling the day he actually met Calico in the wretched place called Coruscant. Humid air, rancid stench, blaster fire on either side of the sands, etc. Certainly the galaxy has seen better times of peace among its citizens and commoners without having violence spread like a disease; however, even kindness can leave a bitter taste. The Republic? Did Zius hear Calico correctly? This would be a time of great self-restraint for him and his urges. To murder, or not to murder. That was the question.

"You can address me as Zius. And I'm certain the commander here is aware of my ability."

His cybernetic eye flared up a bit, red static flickering on it for a brief second.


@Commander Calico CC-247
@Saraq Zyox
@Kaiden Jades
@[member="Krest"]
@[member="Ven"]
 
Krest found himself leaning on one of the walls of the room. His mind could decide whether or not such a shady event would be worth it to him, but @[member="Ven"] seem interested. Though when the Trandoshan basically was made the baby sitter he began to have his doubts. But those soon were shattered when Ven answered with her name. So, she's going all in for this. Very well. The Zabrak pushes himself off of the wall then, standing straight. He was only six feet, but his posture was rigid, as if he was given military training. He offers a quick nod to Calico.

"Name's Krest. I'm fairly good with a blade and I have some non-lethal skills as well. Quick and quiet regardless though." His face was expressionless. He leaned back against the wall, simply listening to the others introduce themselves now.

@Commander Calico CC-247
@Saraq Zyox
@Zius Aurus
@Kaiden Jades
 

Saraq Zyox

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The Tranodshan listened closely to what Calico instructed. He had a life debt to the clone commander and he wanted to help him with anything he needed. Especially when that something might entail fighting and this mission would certainly prove to be interesting. He kept standing next to Calico, overseeing the couple of warriors, smugglers and other people that had entered. None of them looked like fierce warriors, except for the man in black, but he was too frail to be a mighty warrior like Saraq. The Trandoshan waited for everyone to finish what they were saying before speaking himself ''I am Ssssaraq Zyoxsss. I am the Commandersss persssonal Bounty Hunter and ssspecialize in melee combat.'' He didn't want to reveal too much information about his connection to the Commander, since the others might find it unhonourable for a Trandoshan warrior to serve a simple Clone Commander, but he might reveal the details sometime after the mission, when the others had gained his trust.

@[member="Krest"] @[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Ven"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 
He raised an eyebrow as he listened. He was fine with the mission, for sure... But did he hear him right? This man experimented on children? If this were Kaiden's choice, he'd put his vibroblade through this "biologist's" neck and be done with it. Ah, to do the job, or do the right thing... A choice that haunted Kaiden so many times, over so many courses of missions over the years. He oftentimes had to put himself over others. He didn't LIKE to do it. But he had to, and he knew those people would do the same in his position. Either he could help avenge someone or murder someone he feels should be murdered... Or he could eat for a week. His choice.

"You can call me Kaiden" he said with a handsome smirk. "Kaiden Jades. I'm alright with a blaster, but my specialty is putting my vibroblade through people's skulls. I've been a mercenary since I was a kid, so I've been around the block... JUST a few times, yknow?" he said. He considered bringing up this man's nature... They wanted to put him to work, he said? And then what? Would they let him go?

"I must ask, good sir. While I'm up for this mission, I am curious about... What do you plan to do with this... Biologist... Once his usefulness is concluded?" he asked. "Will anything be addressed? Yknow, such as his.... Experimenting on the young?"

It was a risk to ask, Kaiden knew that. But he didn't get where he was by being as cowardly as a womp rat.

@[member="Saraq Zyox"] @Krest @Zius Aurus @Ven @Commander Calico CC-247
 
Ah, someone with morals. Good lad.

The Commander canted his head back slightly and looked down on the group--in the Trandoshan's case, up-- and let his smile broaden. "You mean will he pay for his crimes. Oh, very much so." A slight laugh escaped him as his gaze leveled with the group. "He'll help many young men live full lives...but after that, well, the Kaminoans left a sour taste in my mouth when it comes to corrupt scientists."


The floor creaked as he took a few steps closer to the group, strolling casually past each one. "The Dreadguard mascot is a Strill that happens to be hungry the majority of the time. Our beloved scientist is going to make for a wonderful play friend for him." He stopped in front of Zius, and stared at the man's malevolent eye. "Yes, I remember. You're rather destructive. Try not to kill everyone, alright?" A wicked smirk replaced his smile, if only for a moment.


"Now, on to the plan of attack. We have a few shuttles in the garage, take your pick of what you like. You'll head directly for Balmoraa. I'll transfer the coordinates of the exact AO once you've entered the planet's orbit. From there, you'll infiltrate the facility, execute all witnesses, and make off with our friend before anyone jumps on your tail. You will have to rely on each other." He paused to step back up toward the holographic Duros. The CIS has been more than happy to give you free reign over Armor room six for an hour. Take what you need, but no excess. The kit is expensive."


This was all very odd for Calico. Hiring people to do the dirty work--he knew it wouldn't be the last time either. That was how leadership was though, you had to get dirty if you were to succeed. "Schematics of the facility will be transmitted to whatever shuttle you choose. On paper, this is a rather simple operation, and it's the right thing to do. You're stopping a monster and saving lives. If that isn't honorable work, I don't know what is."


Outside, the rabble of night life was beginning to die down. Now was the prime time to launch. "You leave immediately. FleetOps defenses around the planet will be down for about fifteen minutes when you launch. Make sure you fly fast." He finally paused to take a breath. "Any questions?"




@[member="Kaiden Jades"]

@[member="Zius Aurus"]

@[member="Ven"]

@[member="Krest"]

@[member="Saraq Zyox"]
 
Ven frowned and thought for a moment; Everything seemed to make sense to her at that moment and no questions seemed to stnad out in her mind. The Falleen female nodded her head to the Commander, her expression calm. She stuck her hands into the pockets of her leggings, eager to get moving, until one thing seemed to appear in her consciousness. She frowned before shaking her head once more, a thoughtful expression crossing her face; even the smallest bit of emotion was usually unseen with Falleen given their favor of emotionless expression culture.

"Do we have a general idea as to where his so called "compound" could be? I've no idea how big Balmorra is," She admitted, shrugging her shoulders, tilting her head to the side, "but I'm sure there's no small amount of wilds there, there must be some idea as to the "general" area?" She inquired, curious.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
@[member="Zius Aurus"]
@[member="Saraq Zyox"]
@[member="Kaiden Jades"]
 
"is it too late to join?" Kallion asked from the doorway "because I was just in town and I had nothing to do..." he stepped fully into the room, walking behind the trandoshan and stepping into a corner then leaning on a wall "what exactly are you guys doing though? My skills can only cover some types of missions." Kallion leaned off the wall as his helmet folded off his head "oh who am I kidding, my skills cover all types missions." he chuckled out loud at his stupid joke, before leaning against the wall again.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]@Ven@Krest@Kaiden Jades@[member="Saraq Zyox"]@[member="Zius Aurus"]
 
A smirk crossed his face. He seemed satisfied.

"That's satisfactory" Kaiden said with a chuckle. "If he gets what he deserves, then I have no problem with bringing him here alive"

He looked back at this... Newcomer, and tilted his head.

@[member="Kallion"]
 
A brow raised on the Marshal's face. He didn't know this new man...but, if Toph had sent him in, then Calico would let it slide.


"Just follow orders." He grumbled toward the newcomer. His arms folded behind his back as he strode on toward the window. It was time to set them loose. "The doors are open. You have an hour to grab your kit, pick your ship, and go. I'll chime in on the comms when I feel it's necessary."


With that, the single door hissed open. Calico turned to face it, and a small, bright grin showed on his face. "Be quick about it. Armory is down the hall, the garage is right beyond that. Take what you need." The soldier strode past the whole group, and slipped down into his chair.


Now is the real test.


"Go on. You'll touch down on the planet under the guise of a standard merchant ship. If any issues arise, comm me."


@[member="Ven"] @[member="Krest"] @[member="Kaiden Jades"] @[member="Saraq Zyox"] @[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Kallion"]
 
Krest walked his way down the hall to the Hanger. He really had no use for any other gear then what he had, so he waited for the rest. Regardless on who picks the ship, he was sure that Ven would have the last say, and the thought made him smile.
 
Ven wiggled her nose and nodded slowly as the clone basically dismissed them. The Fallen turned on her heel and moved to follow Krest out the door; she was sure that she didn't need any more items than she already had given she was a smuggler after all and was used to making due with only what she had on hand. She followed behind Krest, swinging her arms along side her as she glances about, thinking ahead about this "merchant" ship that the clone had suggested they choose. Her mind went a million miles a minute as she pondered on which ship to choose, and her mind immediately landed on a Freighter; it was her favorite type and she had one of her own.


Ven seemed to have been the only one that had talked about being a pilot, which meant she probably was going to be flying it, which meant that she wanted to have a huge say in what ship they took to Balmorra. She happened to get a glance at Krest as she followed him, tilting her head to the right, "Krest.." she frowns, crossing her arms, curious as to why he was smiling suddenly, "What is it? You haven't shown much... expression this whole time?"

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
@[member="Kallion"]
@[member="Saraq Zyox"]
@[member="Zius Aurus"]
 

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