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The Search for Mars Druodo
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| Alyn_Stark | Date: Sunday, 13 Nov 2011, 3:42 PM | Message # 1 |
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| "I don't like it here much. The under-levels are too constricting."
"I don't care," came the guttural reply; hard to understand through the thickly-accented Common. "The name was read. The Reciter spoke his piece. We're here now."
The first speaker, a tall, thinner man whose frame belied the muscle beneath looked down at his shorter, stockier and non-human companion. The had been on Coruscant two days after the news article broke on the Justice for Jedi group. The Reciter, as they knew, was a very pro-Imperial man; a believer that the mistakes of the Clone Wars could not be repeated, that the Jedi needed to vanish once and for all. The Phuii they had been sent to find, Mars Druodo, was the spokesman for the group. In the six days they had been on Imperial Center, they'd seen neither hide nor hair nor wrinkled skin of the Phuii, and the search was beginning to get annoying. They had yet to even hit a positive contact. To be sure, the search had to be conducted carefully. Choice words. Dropped hints. Nobody they had spoken to would be able to be sure they were more for Justice for Jedi or simple bystanders or people just watching to see what would happen. The best part of the under levels was that they tended to vanish without a trace amongst all the others.
"We find him. We kill him. We go home. It is is simple as that, Fareye." The taller, more human sentient grunted at the nickname he despised. "Maybe we ought to offer more of a reward. Five hundred credits ought to do it. This guy is a nobody after all, and from what I hear, half this planet doesn't like their movement anyway."
"Make it so, then, Fareye. There are taverns ahead."
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One week had passed; one miserable, unrelenting week that had finally paid off in the last six hours. They'd spent a good thousand or two credits in their search, roughed up a few folks and made more than a few threats. They'd not killed a soul though, which was according to their orders. No indiscriminate killers were these pair of sentients, no. They were professionals above all.
A Rodian working an information network had placed the elusive Mars Druodo in a small apartment, where he was protected by a number of hard barves. Apparently, the Phuii who led Justice for Jedi was rather afraid of repercussions, and rightly so. Today, it seemed, would be the planning day, a day to scope out the opposition and defenses. The day after? Judgment day. For the moment, both beings were holed up across the air-lane, in an equally shabby apartment as they felt Druodo currently inhabited. The Phuii had left his blinds open, a foolish move, but undoubtedly some light was better than the cheap artificial lighting.
"It looks like he has three inside with him. Oh ho! That Trandoshan's a big fellow too. Nasty concussion rifle."
"Then he will be yours, Fareye."
"I do wish you'd stop calling me that. How would you like it if I started calling you runt? Or stumpy perhaps?"
A cold gaze was all that the sniper received in return, prompting him to toss his hands up in mock surrender. "Ok, ok. Look, I need you to get inside and get me a layout of what he may have nearby. You have about eighteen hours."
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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| Mars_Druodo | Date: Wednesday, 16 Nov 2011, 10:27 PM | Message # 2 |
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| The Rodian had been quite clever. He had directed Stark's men to a Phuii, whom he had assured them, falsely, was the one they were looking for. The Rodian, as it happened, had a debt to settle with a Neimoidian mafia boss who had a score to settle with the Phuii smuggler that the Rodian had mischievously identified to Stark's men as Mars Druodo. Assuming the assassins persisted in this error, the Phuii smuggler would be killed and the Rodian hoped this would restore him to the Neimoidian's favor. What the Rodian would then do about Stark's assassins, well, he hadn't planned it out that far in advance, poor long-term decision making having landed him in debt to begin with.
But the Phuii smuggler, with a penchant for privacy and traveling several deep in armed cohorts, certainly fit a reasonable description of Mars Druodo, who was, in fact, nowhere in this vicinity. He was on Coruscant, mind you, but he no longer trusted anyone and, consequently, hadn't been in contact with anyone since the Empire had raided his Justice for Jedi offices. Sooner or later, he'd run out of money for food and transport, and he knew he had to escape Coruscant before that happened (easier said than done, as Kenas Annig had recently found out). But for now, he remained in seclusion.
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| Alyn_Stark | Date: Saturday, 19 Nov 2011, 7:37 AM | Message # 3 |
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| The up-close reconnaissance didn't actually take that long. The non-human was quiet, stealthy, and the Phuii who resided in the apartment's guards who stood outside his door, a pair of them, were not particularly quiet in their conversation. From his vantage point behind the stairwell wall, the squat being listened carefully as the pair of Weequay outside grumbled about the food, about the accommodations and about the fact that they might well soon need to find a better-paying smuggler to work for. Smuggler was the important part that gave Stark's assassin pause; Mars Druodo was no smuggler. After a further five or eight minutes of listening to conversation, he was able to deduce that this Phuii was indeed not the Phuii they sought; an unfortunate happenstance.
Slipping silent as a ghost from the apartment with none the wiser, he returned to the sniper's vantage point with the news. "We seem to have been directed to the wrong Phuii."
"How troublesome. Perhaps we should put him out of his misery, too. Phuii are a rather ugly lot. Then that Rodian with his bad directions."
"No. No collateral damages in this operation."
"Oh, fine. Then we're back at square one. Time to pound the duracrete, eh? I have to say, this Phuii isn't worth much, is he?"
Silence met his remark; his companion having already departed the room with footsteps that seemed to make no sound. With a sigh, the sniper packed up his weapon and departed as well.
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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| Ben_Amir | Date: Thursday, 24 Nov 2011, 5:10 AM | Message # 4 |
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| Captain Amir, of the infamous Alpha Squadron, had arrived Coruscant not long ago. He wished he could bring his F-302, so he can do serious damage and pull off moves that a very few could make. The design of his fighter made it possible for him to pull maneuvers off that TIE fighters won't be able to pull off. Unfortunately, he isn't bringing his ship of choice. He had brought in a modified YT-1300 light freighter in. Though it doesn't look like it was modified from the outside. A lot of unnecessary systems were being sacrificed in order to give ship a more powerful shield, and to increase speed. Even the hyperdrive were being downsized, limiting the hyperspace capabilities to two jumps. One had been done to Coruscant, another will happen once his current assignment is deemed completed.
He was dressed up as an aristocrat, a college student that has requested a transfer to the Coruscant branch for University of Aldera. He was carrying a stack of holopads that were actually university-level books. The young adult was not without weapons, though. There was a pair of KYD-21 blaster pistols strapped right behind the aristocrat robe, around the chest level. He made sure to tie the robe up as not to allow anyone to see the blasters. In addition to that, he had a palmgun attached to right below the wrist. This would give him the element of surprise. There were a combat knife hidden strapped right above the ankle, of which of course, was hidden away as well.
He would casually approaches the destinated location, aka Coruscant branch for University of Aldera. Ben decide to sit down on a nearby bench, start to read the holopads as if he was actually a college student. In meantime, he would wait for Mars to show up and for the Jedi to show up as well.
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| Aiden_Thanatos | Date: Monday, 16 Jan 2012, 1:04 PM | Message # 5 |
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| It had been an easy to get himself on the planet, simply by hitching a ride in. The only thing he was truly worried about was the potential of getting caught during or upon fleeing the planet.
He had been informed of the predetermined meeting point. There was a little bit of suspicion that he had about all of this. How was it that this person that he was to meet up with would be able to get a hold of critical information that easily. Something smelled a little fishy to him
The University was a decent meeting spot, as long as there was a cover. Upon his arrival, he had purchased several items, at several different stores. A new set of clothing, something that would blend him in easier. A brand new holopad, that he would have his head stuck in, making it seem that he was studying while on his way to his destination, and thirdly, a robe that would complete the entire cover he had concocted. Beneath his robes, he had his favorite weapon, his lightsaber. It was well tucked away from site, knowing fully what would happen if someone were to even catch a glimpse of it.
Across the quad, he could see several people, moving about, minding their own business. He wasn't entirely sure who he was supposed to be meeting, or even who the back up was. He spotted a bench that was partially occupied by another student who was reading from his holopad. Aiden would quietly take a seat. His eyes would stay peeled to attempt to spot anyone that might stick out just a little.Added (16 Jan 2012, 1:04 PM)
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((Bump...it's been a while))
Service in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
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Jedi Commander of the 917th Regiment
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| Auzdein | Date: Thursday, 19 Jan 2012, 6:42 PM | Message # 6 |
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| He had come to this realm of Space in a rather poor state, and it had only worsened when his panic attacks were further complimented by a growing tinnitus. Having given up the pills he'd been taking due to their laundry list of adverse side effects (half of which he had nearly been crippled by), he was just barely starting to feel halfway stable and decent again, with the exception of the fact that he still didn't seem to be able to do much physical labor beyond jogging. At least he was mobile again. He'd had to reteach himself how to eat, walk, and even use the shower.
Trying to remain as calm as possible, he gripped the flight controls as the new pilot of the freighter docked at one of Imperial City's two active docking bays. He could still hear the ringing and hated the fact that somehow he had finally been damaged again -brain damage, no less- and that it might never ever fade back away. Silence didn't exist for him anymore, and he was always a little on edge, wondering what else up in his brain had been damaged by the poison the fake doctors had been pushing. "Dealers; not healers," he grumbled to himself, finally letting go of the joystick he was using as a makeshift stress ball. He awaited orders from his latest chain of command.
Auzdein von Schäfer
Governor of Inisfree
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