Thrown together for various reason, you now all work and live aboard _______.

Looking for ways to keep flying and keep eating you are scrolling through the various legal and illegal networks you know and see this

Hunters of mask prey required. Lucrative contract for individuals and groups of sufficient skill and reputation. IPKC optional. Provide contact information and qualifications to HN4-768A via secure comm.

Having not seen another option, you all decide to forward your information to the secure comm. Your viewscreen flashes, revealing a poised Pantoran woman with blue skin and hair. Her voice is melodic ans she speaks with confidence and authority.

Greetings. My name is Venlana, and I am contacting you on behalf of the Zann Consortium. We are experiencing shipping loses that exceed our projections. These challenges to our bottom line are due to pirates-rather, one pirate in particular- and we would like to contract you as part of our program of loss prevention. Should you be interested, please meet with me on the planet of Saleucami, in the city of Taleucema.

Vanlana smiles, her white teeth highlighted by her blue skin, and waits for your reply.

Zann Consortium knowledge check-Average knowledge(underworld) check (two purple dice) to determine what you know.

Until the OCC is made all words in red are OCC Checks and destiny. [/url]: 1eF+4eA+2eD 3 successes, 1 Light Side

A Rodian woman in white padded combat armor with a red cross on the breastplate steps into the briefing chamber/cargo hold/meeting room/whatever we call the place with the comm station aboard the Rusty Mynock anyone? and asks the crew what do they think. Should we get into a fight or continue our light duties?

Enzo pauses in front of the view screen, sipping some caf from a scratched plastic cup. He scratches the uneven stubble on his jaw.

"Zann, well I owe them a favour. Could be worth checking this out. Besides, we are low on protien gel and there's a lot of corrosion on the port thruster outlet. I'd like to fix that before it falls off. Or blows up,"

He takes another sip, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his tattered jacket.

"I'm in,"

Zann zen: 1eP+1eA+2eD 2 successes, 2 threat, 1 Triumph

Enzo arches his eyebrows at S'Ten as he blows on the hot drink.

"Swear I'll never understand you. Why you want to find people to fight?..."

He shakes his head and turns to Plo.

"What about you?"

Plo turns from a sloppy meal of tasteless protein, highly unsatisfactory nourishment. Then quietly said to Enzo

"We sure could do with the cash, get ourselves somewhere of our own to park this ship with some proper dam food for once"

Knowledge Under: 2eA+2eD 0 successes, 1 threat

"But I would like to know more about this Zann before signing up"

Enzo nods and takes the pilots seat, placing his caf carefully in the makeshift cup holder he attached to the console a couple of months back. Sending a very brief message to Venlana on the HN4-768A, detailing the ships name (I am good with Rusty Mynock, but would also propose Mynocks Legacy as a possibility?), and some vague details about previous bounty hunting records that S'Ten or Plo may or may not have completed.

Then he leans back and starts plotting a course to Saleucami, referring frequently to astronavigation charts, and cursing as he has to correct the inevitable errors...

"I pulled a job for them on Mandalore once, wanted me to intimidate MandalMotors so they could get ships from them. I pulled the Job, got paid, and blew up one of the factories." He smirks after he says the last words.

What you collectively know about the Zann: They are a consortium of up-and-coming criminal organization operating in the Outer Rim. They are ruthless in their pursuit of profits, and no crime seems to be too immoral as long as it garners money and power. The Zann Consortium is tolerated by other syndicates, such as Black Sun, there are whispers that the two are preparing to either ally with one another-- or go to war....

The woman on the other side of the Viewscreen looks happy as you agree to the job. She says Excellent. We are never stingy when it comes to protecting our interests, so expect a large pay out. I've already authorized a 500 credit deposit into each of your accounts. Please come to Saleucami. Once there we can discuss the finer details of this mission. I will be at a cantina called Paradise. I look forward to working with you.

With that the call ends, and you pilot your way across the galaxy.

Eventually you come to Saleucami. As you break through the heavy clouds of the planet, you are presented with an awesome sight. A large city, its lights shining brightly in the gloom spreads out between the walls of a crater many kilometers wide. To the north, ships land and take off in smooth patterns, disappearing through the clouds or taxing to one of the many available docking bays at the bustling spaceport below.

Plo looks quietly out the window, watching the city, a blank expression on his face. "Let's take a look in some seedy districts, see if we can't pick up some information on this woman, I like something to leverage. Ren you coming?"

Enzo slides the craft into a gentle circle over the city.

"++This is Rusty Mynock requesting landing authorisation, over++"

Talking over his shoulder from the pilots seat he calls back.

"You said leverage right? Not going hunting for a gunfight? Remember, we are new here. Let's play nice.... For now,"

Five hundred already eh. That was either really good, or it was a sugar coated Rancor of a deal.

Mayellen chirps in, "I say let us fight, gives me something to do, I'm dying of boredom here. That or we could go to a medistation and get a lot more medical supplies, I'm running low."

I'm coming Plo don't worry, But can we stop at a armory? I want to make some modifications to my gear.

[updated Plo's story, he is based loosely on a young Judge Dredd... "I am the Law"]

"I'm sure we can find something for you, gears the only thing you can trust some times so you want to treat it right" without thinking Plo checks his sidearm, the one issued to him years back by his good friend Darr.

"Stupid life debt, Stupid Supercommando Codex, Stupid Jedi Code." Ren mutters.

"What was that champ?"

Nothing.

Mayellen has fallen ill of an unknown virus and will not be able to adventure for a while.

How's everyone tracking? I'm keen to keep this moving

Mayellen can now return to her duties.

How's everyone tracking? I'm keen to keep this moving

I'm here to!

I hope it keeps going, Plo is one of my favourite characters

You can land. The space dock has as reasonable a fee as ever, so it's handled with the standard bit of haggled and bribery. When you land, you stand on the platform and can see all sorts of life forms from across the galaxy.

If you'd like to learn a bit more about the women, roll with two purple. Tell me what skill you're using, but the most likely is knowledge(underworld). If you'd like to do something else, shoot away.