James Tarrington inhaled deeply of the crisp Tarisian morning air. His black, unadorned uniform was crisp and resplendent as always, bringing pride to the job he worked so hard at. It had been a difficult rise through the Dragon's ranks to achieve the position of one of the man's top thirteen lieutenants. He'd never be in the running for the primary spots; those honors were held for the Epicanthix who had been with him for many years; still, Tarrington was content with the credits and honors he'd earned. That was his purpose here on Taris, to further himself and by extension, the Dragon.
Having arrived in a Pursuer enforcement vessel, he claimed a spot in one of the multitude of docking bays. In several other bays he knew would be residing a pair of Doomtreader transports, a pair of StarHammer fighters and in orbit above and currently preparing to land, a PB-950 patrol boat. Tarrington had brought a number of his men to Taris today, with the full written law of the Empire behind him. Taris, known for its gangs and undesirables on the Lower City and Undercity was prime hunting ground for slavers and bounty hunters alike; the Empire was more than likely going to be happy to have the dregs removed. Such beings were more oft than not going to fetch a poor price, but credits were credits and there was a chance he might snag something more worthwhile. After all, hale and hearty aliens and humans alike survived and thrived within the lower lawless levels.
It was a brand new beautiful day indeed.Added (19 Aug 2011, 9:59 Am)
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Night had fallen on Taris, and Tarrington relaxed with several of his men at an outdoor eatery. The past day and a half, nearly two days, had been fruitful. Slavers had not likely been expected, and their first real incident had been the breaking up of a small and likely unproductive swoop gang. Perhaps it had been just started up, but Tarrington and his slavers had scattered a half-dozen sentients and netted four male Rodians, a male and female pair of Lethan Twi'leks and a trio of Rutian Twi'lek females. It was obvious that they were troublemakers, and Tarrington did carry one of the useful papers from the bounty hunters' guild as a backup. With the first catch of human cargo restrained, it was time for a little celebration. He'd lost no men (though one had been wounded by a blaster bolt graze to his arm), and high spirits were all around.
Added (05 Sep 2011, 6:37 PM)
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By the time a week was up, Tarrington and his men had secured sixty 'unwanted' specimens and even managed to make a few friends in the customs office and the local police. Stripping gangs and undesirables off the streets saved them the time and money it took to jail and prosecute or deport them. Laden thus with human cargo, Tarrington's crew departed Taris, bound for home to drop off their cargo. There was still a month or three before Orvax IV opened up its massive slave markets.
