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| Hajo | Date: Monday, 03 Oct 2011, 11:27 PM | Message # 1 |
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| After closing down, and securing the space station, putting a "Closed for Renovations" Neon Sign on the top of it, so that nothing could get in our out unless granted permission to do so. The space station was disguised as a store-front which sold goods from here and there.. Agent Shen-Jon was on his way to Nar Shaddaa, he figured there, or some other Hutt controlled planet would be a fine start to look for some supplies, seeing as he didn't have any contact's on Nar Shadda, other then Miss Mika Jeebs, whom was probably busy trying to save the galaxy from the oppressive empire. His ship, which by imperial law was registered under the planet Atzerri, so it was legally allowed to have a hyper-drive. Hajo primed the coordinates to Nar Shadda, and a few moment's later his ship took off and into Hyper-Space, as he traveled through hyper space, he opened up a comm-link to Baird, and one to Mika Jeebs. He really didn't need to open it to Baird, but he figured it was time to annoy some more.
"Attention Mika, I'll be entering hutt space momentarily, I'll be heading to Nar Shadda. I'm not too familiar with the place.. been about 25 years since I was last there. I'll be needing an escort, not for protection but for direction. Get back at me. Hajo out."
Hajo Katarn, or Agent Shen-Jon.
Technical genius.
The cutthroat spy.
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| Baird | Date: Monday, 03 Oct 2011, 11:54 PM | Message # 2 |
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| Baird was sound asleep when Hajo left, he had no Idea that he had left, or that he couldn't get out of his own damn space station. When the static of the comm-channel opening came about, Baird twitched a slight bit, for some reason static made him twitch... maybe it was because of him almost getting electrocuted by a Dark Jedi in the past, terrible terrible damage... Once Hajo's voice was heard Baird growled a slight bit and shot up out of bed, walked around his personal quarters for a bit looking around the place, not finding anything he yelled out with an angry tone.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!? YOU WHITE LITTLE CREEP?!!!"
Not getting a response back he sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead for a few minutes. Baird then walked slowly back towards his bed, and sat down on the edge of it. "Another migraine thanks to that little white creep." Secretly, Baird loved the guy. He was like a brother to him... A little brother that played around too much. While doing that, he totally forgot that there was a naked alien woman in his bed, so he felt some movement behind him, he didn't think Hajo was stupid enough to sneak up on him, so Baird naturally took the movement behind him as a potential threat. Quickly reacting, he jumped from the bed, rolled on over towards his dresser, kicked the bottom of it. This caused a Mandalorian Reaper Pistol to pop up from behind it. With quick movement, Baird caught the pistol in mid air, quickly turned around and aimed towards his bed. A loud yell escaped the alien woman on his bed. The woman that was there for Baird was now frightened of him.
As Baird saw who it was that was on his bed, his eyes widened and he had a shocked look on his face. He'd been fighting for so long, he naturally took anything that didn't seem natural to him bad. This was one of those cases. Baird dropped the gun and continued to stare at the terrified woman on his bed, the fear in her eyes took him over the edge. He just realized what he'd done. He didn't know what to say, or what to do. This is the first time anything like this has ever happened to him. A person who "aided" him, and he scared the living hell out of them. He just stood there, with a rather sad expression on his face.
Over the comm-channel between Hajo, and Mika Jeebs. In a deep and hushed voice, the words. "Oh... shit." were heard.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Tremaine_Fowlkes | Date: Wednesday, 05 Oct 2011, 4:25 AM | Message # 3 |
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| The lady was inside her apartment complex the moment Agent Shen-Jon had contacted her and she decided to reply to him almost right away. Agent Shen-Jon was vital to the Libs' latest planning of an operation. The planning and putting the pieces into place before the operation's a go could take a while. It always take some time to prepare. The lady opened an encrypted channel to the agent, which had also uplink the holofeed to Baird. "Agent Shen-Jon, nice of you to drop by for a visit. I'll send Captain Amir to escort you. He's currently on Nar Shaddaa at the moment, and I'll let him know you're going to be here in a while."
The fact of the matter is, Agent Shen-Jon may not need protection but if something goes bad he will need someone that could take care of himself and knows Nar Shaddaa like the back of his hands. This would be useful for their escape should it be necessary. Captain Amir may have engaged the Empire over the Quellii Sector, but the Empire doesn't know what he looks like. The thought were snapped when Baird made somewhat unusual first words over the feed. The lady lightly raised her eyebrows, "Nice to hear from you too. Do you need anything?"
Meanwhile, the lady turned to nod at an assistant to contact the Captain of the Alpha Squadron. The assistant went and did so.
Tremaine Fowlkes
Senator of Telos IV
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| Ben_Amir | Date: Wednesday, 05 Oct 2011, 5:00 AM | Message # 4 |
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| The Captain had managed to slip his F-302 in without any notice a while back. Of course, he had landed onto one of the landing pads inside the Refugee Sector. It was this sector landing pads that had been abandoned for several years. Nar Shaddaa may have had Imperial presence, but it is completely dominated by the Hutt Cartel. While they may be a dominant force in the galaxy, they are far from being as organized as the Empire. Ben regularly makes a trip to Nar Shaddaa for two purposes: to get personal supplies for himself and to gather his own intel for the Libs. The Captain was a pirate before joining the Libs, he would be useful when it comes to finding information from people with illegal occupations.
He was inside one of many local bars within the Refugee Sector when he was contacted via an encrypted channel on his comlink. The man was inside a dark corner of the cantina at the moment, and had been informed of the arrival of an ally and that the ally was Agent Shen-Jon. The Captain proceed to exit the bar and made a beeline to pose as a bystander near one of the landing pads where he could spot the guy before someone else does. There was a D18 pistol hidden away inside a holster that were attached inside his jacket. The F-302 also possess an extra seat should the pair need to escape at a moment's notice. Nar Shaddaa is a place where things can get very dangerous quickly but also a place where things can get safe quickly.
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| Hajo | Date: Thursday, 06 Oct 2011, 8:00 AM | Message # 5 |
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| ((I'm going to throw up a post on this guy and Baird, then my internet will probably get so crappy that I cant load anything, and we'll have to continue later on and what not.))
Hajo's now "legal" ship had dropped out of hyper-space, and entered Hutt Space, he was always aware of the problems that could happen but never really worried about them, he was quick at getting away, quick on the draw of his pistol if it was needed, and quick on his blade as well. His training to be an assassin was thorough. He always followed the rules that were passed down to him. Stay your Blade from the Flesh of an Innocent, Hide in Plain Sight, and finally Never Compromise the mission you are tasked with. "Captain Amir huh? Isn't he one of the few that helped rescue the commander? I'll have to shake his hand. I'll be landing momentarily." He throttled his ship forward, towards Nar Shadda. Over the course of a few minutes he would eventually enter atmosphere, and land within the space sport, after being granted permission of course.
After landing, he got out of his ship, secured it tightly, he never trusted this place, and he probably wont until he's dead. But for a like him, a planet like this in criminal space was the only place he could safely shop for the goods he required.
"Alright, I'm at the space port, I'll be heading towards the exit." And he did as much.
Hajo Katarn, or Agent Shen-Jon.
Technical genius.
The cutthroat spy.
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| Baird | Date: Thursday, 06 Oct 2011, 8:08 AM | Message # 6 |
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| Baird eventually headed on over towards his bed, and sat down on the edge of it again. He took a long pause before saying anything, even after hearing Mika Speak through the Comm-Channel. "Oh.. I uh.. Sorry..." The sorry was meant towards the Zeltron woman whom was on his bed, but it could also be intended towards Mika Jeebs. Those being the first words you hear from some one could be awkward. "I uh guess I've been fighting for too long... Didn't mean to-" He then cut the comm-link from his side, so that only Mika and Hajo were talking. "Didn't mean to do that. He knew he had to be a hard ass in order to beat the empire, but pulling a gun on the woman who 'released' his stress was one thing he never thought he would do in a million years. Providing it was possible for a human to live that long.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Ben_Amir | Date: Sunday, 09 Oct 2011, 5:34 AM | Message # 7 |
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| After the conversation with Mika Jeebs would be cut off, the lady had informed Captain Amir of Agent Shen-Jon's specific whereabouts. The Captain was right on the money. He was informed that the guy would meet him at the exit of the landing bays. Ben would remain posing as a bystander, waiting for the guy to appear. There isn't anything he could do until he spots the agent.
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| Hajo | Date: Wednesday, 19 Oct 2011, 10:04 AM | Message # 8 |
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| After a small detour around, pick pocketing people for their credit chip's and other valuables that he could sell onto the black market of Nar Shadaa, he eventually made his way to wards the exit, he wasn't familiar with the man that was supposed to to escort him around, so he remained cautious. He left his Vibroblade's on his ship, and instead had a variety of smaller well concealed knifes and such, safety precaution. Once he was at the exit of the landing bays, he looked around at the sky scrappers and everything else, it hasn't changed that much by looks at least, but shops could've moved and he would've been here for hours. All he really wanted to do was get a few things, and return home so that they can prepare for the kessel ordeal that awaits them. He noticed a few people standing around, still not sure who the captain was he remained on his guard, even tho he probably didn't look like it. His unique fighting style, quick wits and deft thievery are what kept him alive. Added (19 Oct 2011, 11:04 Am)
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Seeing as it has been a long while, and no one came up to him, saying that they were a friend of a friend, he shrugged and began to head towards what he hoped would be the bazaar, maybe he'd find himself the black market and would be able to find weapons that would aid the cause he and his comrades were fighting for, dangerous weapons were always fun, hell even some newer armor for The Roughnecks would be nice, but first he had to find the right market.
Hajo Katarn, or Agent Shen-Jon.
Technical genius.
The cutthroat spy.
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| Alyn_Stark | Date: Tuesday, 25 Oct 2011, 7:08 AM | Message # 9 |
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| "Kellin! Stay away from that cantina. The Dugs there are a rather vicious sort."
The younger man gave Stark a frown before moving obediently back to the older man's side. The trio of Lorrd natives; Stark, Kellin Garth and Horeh Garth, Kellin's older brother, had come to Nar Shaddaa on a business trip of sorts. The Garth brothers, the youngest of five, had requested to travel with Stark to see the infamous Smuggler's Moon when Stark had announced he was traveling to the place of ill repute to search for any technologies that might be out on the market. Naturally, their lord father had disapproved, but had grudgingly consented after Stark promised the boys would behave and be kept under his watchful eye. Kellin, sixteen and Horeh, eighteen, had been eager to engage in drinking and gambling, assuming that Stark, with his colorful reputation and odd penchant for breaking age-old rules would allow them the freedom to do such. They were sadly mistaken.
Stark was in the market for old cast-off droids, specifically from the Clone Wars era that could be purchased for rather cheap and put to use within his castle home on Lorrd. While an army of battle droids was rather conspicuous and suspicious, especially former Confederacy droids, Stark figured he could renovate a few of the models; specifically the B1 and B2 styles and turn them into either decent conversation pieces as serving droids or integrate them into the palace's security system as semi-stationary defense mechanisms. Either option was acceptable to the man, and it would bring him increased peace of mind knowing his home was less penetrable.
"Come along now, and keep your eye out for flyers or shops that might have what we need. The last thing I need or want is for either of you to get injured. Not only would your lord father never forgive me, but I'd not be able to forgive myself.Added (24 Oct 2011, 0:35 Am)
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They'd continued walking for a few minutes before a sheet of flimsiplast flew down the street in a sudden gust of wind, striking Kellin full in the face. Sputtering and shaking his head, the younger Garth pulled the detritus from its current resting place and prepared to ball it up and throw it aside when he paused. "Lord Stark, this might be what you're looking for. I can't say though. I mean, it is an advertisement of sorts."
Accepting the flimsi from Kellin, Stark looked it over, murmuring certain words as he came to them. "Hmm... Ravak and Larben Industries... combat droids... weapons... equipment... fairly priced. Well, I suppose it's worth checking into. Nonetheless, we ought to find some quality items. One can never tell about some ads." Added (25 Oct 2011, 8:08 Am)
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After visiting several junkyards and a few droid shops, the trio came away with a dozen mostly functional B1 battle droids, minus weapons of course, and a half dozen B2 battle droids that were currently inactive and awaiting reprogramming. All in all, it was a successful buy for Stark, although he'd not quite achieved what he'd wanted. Still, the flyer he held from Ravak & Larben might indeed yield some goods. As they departed Nar Shaddaa, he realized he would have to check further into their product listing.
Alyn Stark
Lord of Kinyov
Senior Captain, Retired, Republic Navy
Head of House Malos (former)
Licensed bounty hunter
Majority shareholder, Lorrd Engineering
Owner, Stark Defense Conglomerate
Civilian Medal of Honor recipient
Representative, Lorrd (10 BBY-9 BBY)
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| Hajo | Date: Monday, 31 Oct 2011, 11:26 AM | Message # 10 |
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| Heh, sorry. Got caught up with some stuff, seeing as I got some free time think I'll go a head and do my shopping. :P))
Always weary, and on his guard, Hajo examined his surroundings, while examining the bazaar. He needed some weapons and armor for Commander Baird. The armor would be for his squadron. Weapons would be for the commander himself. Seeing as all of his were left on his now destroyed ship. He heard a bunch of commotion, something about not going into a cantina. A smirk crossed his face, he knew that place would be a quick stop for some extra spare credits, trade able goods, and what not. So the cantina was another pit stop, he figured the more money he had, the better "Illegal" items he could purchase, and if he was ever caught, well he had ways of escaping from almost any situation.
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As he was strolling along the local bazaar, looking for some decent armor for The Roughnecks. He found some Dura-Armor, which was known to be quite reliable in a fire-fight. A perfect thing for the roughnecks. Hajo bought fifteen suits, and had them re sized to fit the many races that made up the Roughnecks. This totaled him at about 35,000 credits. It would've cost more if it weren't for his charming personality, and incredible bargaining skills. Finding no other valuable armor from this current vendor, he had a local Binary Load-lift Droid carry the thing's to his ship, and stash them away. Hajo followed the droid of course, and once the armor was stocked, he began to head back towards the bazaar. Now he was trying to find his way towards the black market of Nar Shaddaa. One of the biggest black market's in the galaxy. After an hour of looking around the bazaar, he noticed an entrance with a couple of guards in front of the place, they didn't look like ordinary guards. Most have been under the employment of one of the big shots of Nar Shadaa. With curiosity about, he began to head towards the entrance, hoping it wouldn't be anything bad, and sure enough he had found his way into the a small shop of the black market. The guards kept an eye on him, but he didn't mind because he wasn't going to start anything unless something was started with him. Now he was in business. He knew what to look for, and how to bargain for the items that he was going to need, providing he found them.
With a heavy sigh, he spoke lightly. "Armor... Armor... where would be the armor..." A Trandoshan shopper, whom was standing near Hajo would point to the right. He rose an eyebrow, looking on over to the right, and sure enough armor was there on the wall, and hanging from the roof top. He smiled lightly and bowed his head to the mysterious cloaked figure. He then headed towards the right side of the store, to began examining the many different armor's the black market had for sale. After a short while of checking out the armor, he saw a piece that was most interesting. Hajo picked up the tag on the set of armor and read it.
"This thing has... a 180 degree macrobinocular vision sensor system? Increases strength? Must be some kind of super armor... oh, and a grenade launcher mounted on the left shoulder?. Don't mind if I do" Seeing as it was the last one in stock, he looked over at the cashier, and signaled him to come over. He wanted to get an estimate on how much this thing would cost. Soon as the cashier was right next to him, he asked the question. The cashier smiled lightly and spoke.
"Yee, but itsa gonna costs ya a pretty penny. ya see is only a prototype, but it's supposedly very goods, ya know? and it's the last one I haves so, supply and demand comes in to play right abouts now."
"Well if it's only a prototype, that means it's not technically ready for public. Therefore it shouldn't cost me a 'pretty penny' I'll give you 10,000, and this bull rancor tooth I have." Hajo reached into his pack, pulling out a rather large tooth, it was from a rare variety of a rancor, and could very well much be worth a 'Pretty penny'
After awhile of examining the tooth, the cashier agreed to the bargain, he rang up the armor, and handed it over to Hajo. Not this armor wasn't for him. It was for commander Baird's Mandalorian armor.
"This should be fine... Now, got any weapons? like T-21's? and maybe a few a DC-17 interchangeable's?" The cashier nodded, headed into the back to pick them up.
"I'm going to throw these in for free. Because I feel this tooth is really rare. Don't tell anyone okay?" Hajo nodded.
The cashier put the guns into a crate, which was then lifted up by a Trandoshan whom was employed as security by the black market. "Oh, take it to the advanced AGR in the hangar 4, please. It's the only Agr there, so you shouldn't have a problem finding it. Thank you." The trandoshan headed out to set the crate near the ship requested.
"One more thing... Got anything that would 'Conceal' ones identity? maybe made out of something tough enough to withstand a shot from an imperial blaster? Might sound like a tall order, but it'll come in handy."
The cashier nodded, and signaled for him to come into the back part of the shop. Hajo looked around the store-front a bit, noticing that all the guards inside the store were gone, it was only the two outside, and the one that was carrying the crate of guns to Haji's ship. He followed the cashier around to the back, when he got there, he looked around as they had a wide assortment of different armor's, weapons, droids and pretty much anything else a person could thing about.
"Now this here will hides yer face, and is made from the stuffs that clone commando's hads. Very tough stuffs, but it aint for sales. Boss man wants it for himself." Hajo looked on over at the armor, and then back at the cashier. With a nod he turned around, and started to walk out the door, that was until he remembered that there wasn't a guard around, so he turned back towards the cashier, whom was putting up the suit, clenched his fist, and with all of his strength delivered a blow to the back of the cashier's head, which would cause him to fall over unconscious. Hajo looked down at the unconscious cashier and tossed him a credit chip with 50,000 credit's on it. "That 'shoulds' be enough." He then began to walk out the back with the suit, he made his way out of the store, the guard's looked at him for a few seconds before looking into the store, when they didn't see the cashier, they looked forward again to try and find Hajo, but it was too late, he was already gone, gone like the wind and already at the star port. He was an extremely fast runner, even with something slowing him down a bit.
Once he was at his ship, he tipped the Trandoshan a couple of credits. "Something happened over at the shop, they need your help." The Trandoshan rushed on over towards the shop, one the trandoshan got there he would see that there was nothing wrong really, the cashier walking out of the back of the shop. "Dont worries abouts it..." The trandoshan nodded and went back to guard duty.
Hajo Katarn, or Agent Shen-Jon.
Technical genius.
The cutthroat spy.
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