Episode I - A New Boss

It is a Time of great uncertainty in the Galaxy. The fledgling Republic is seen as powerless by many. Where as the Former Empire while revealed to be run by the Former Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Sidious. The Empire Still has a large fleet, and offers order instead of what many consider Corruption by the rich.

Zoist has become the Capital of the New Empire, Where as Korriban once again houses an academy for those willing to use the Dark side of the force.

The New Jedi order.. Remains strangely Silent choosing to remain out of the political system.... Calls to combat the last Project from Palpatine to Spread the Dark side through Augmented Creatures... have gone unanswered... And The Hidden Temple on Yarvin 4 Remains sealed.

The Jedi are believed dead.

The Slow wheels of democracy do turn eventually.. So they have Instructed the Banking Union to solve this matter.....

You are usher into a waiting area... you see an old looking Sulustan behind a desk

To the right are a set of heavy doors... oddly several statues of War droids are set into alcove type recesses.

The man seems very busy typing at a terminal...

Yorik was excited! His years of corporate security were about to pay off with his first Banking Union contract. This a was the "Big Ticket" that the vets on Dantooine had wistfully dreamt of when they told their various war stories at the Veterans' guildhalls.

When Yorik heard about this contract, he'd jumped at the chance. Even though he was leaving a cushy amphibious security job where the biggest challenges were the kraytwhales coming up from the deep to lay their eggs.

"So, old war Droids from the Clone Era for art? Interesting taste from some old rich, eccentric banker type I bet," he thought to himself. Better to keep his opinions to himself and his eyes on the prize.

"Wonder who the competition or the support might be along with me on this job...?"

Yorik Vonn looked at his fellows joining him in the Waiting Room...

The Sulustan looks up from his desk " shhhhhh" he says very abruptly... The human had done nothing but walk in the room

He tuts and types again.

Behind the doors you can hear muffled voices.. some seem raised

Cracax was starting to get on edge from the waiting, the constant typing, and the lack of most of his equipment. "A conversation I'm not in and the non-stop typing... how can anyone stand that," he thought as he stood up and started to look more at the room itself.

"I burned through how many contacts and favors to get to sit in this room again?" he continued thinking as he stopped in front of one of the war droids, studying it silently.

"Is this ornamental art... or security that is suppose to look like art?" he mused, scratching his chin.

How long is this going to take?

He says to the Sulustan clerk with clear impatience in his voice.

Rebellion really went south with this new republic kriff. Banking Union? Seriously? From taking on the Empire to becoming bedfellows with big money...

He shakes his head grumbling to himself. He turns to his wookie friend and shakes his head again to emphasize his disapproval. Not waiting for the clerk to answer his launches into his gripe.

Don't you find this odd Ro? I mean kriffing hell! From the little I was told this seems serious, and we got bankers here as bosses? Doing kriffing clean up work for the Republic? This seems a kriffing mess. What we get ourselves into? ... I know, I know **** debts. I know! Don't get on my back about that again! What was I supposed to do? Let us get raided? They got the shop, but you coulda been shovling baths fodder or worse mining spice down in Kessel's butthole, and I coulda been a blasted Hutt's gopher slave again. Hells with that! Almost made it work though! Gotta admit it, twas almost as sweet as a Kashyyyk papaya while it lasted though... Eh Ro?

Zyi rifles his skinny fingers through the patchwork of downy redish pearlescent tuffs that pass as hair. His face older then his age, with large youthful eyes that have a mischievous glimmer. He scratches the seam where the datajack in his skull meets the skin. He frowns thinking of the recent loss of their shop, a fleeting dream squashed. His lips snarl and you can see his mangled teeth.

He looks around. And blinks, laughing... these must be a really early oldy moldy republic droid model...

He loses himself in the technical history of this particular droid model. He elbows the Wookie.

Getta load of the 'tiques! I bet you can call out the plating on those, was it still durasteel then? Or were they already starting to use a laminate composite?

The Sulustan looked up from his typing, He got up and placed several beverages on a table.... he looked at the Chronometer on the wall... " 2 minutes and 15 seconds" he said.

When the Aqualish starts talking the Sulustan taps the sign it simply says "Silence"

(ooc:I want everybody to turn up before the intro bit really begins.. but... )

You hear the voices get louder, then mechanized thuds.

A Muun comes out of the Double Doors.. he is holding a data slab

He looks at the Assembled individuals.... it looks like he ticks of something on the slab...

One voice becomes panicked.

The Muun nods to the Sulustan who quickly scurries off...

" Yes.. Yes Hello... I am Mizitha Gilt... I run the Books on this little thing " he makes a circular motion with his fingers..

"Cracax you are exceeding financial projections Very Good.... I will increase your Acount by (0.001%)"

"Greetings, Mizitha Gilt, and thank you for your hospitality. I... we, are all appreciative of your consideration and your invitation. I am Yorik Vonn of Dantooine and I am happy to make your acquaintance, sir..."

"Uh, thanks."

"Well, that's a nice little non-bonus to my account. Every bit helps, I suppose," he thought as he shifted his attention to Yorik.

" Polite good! Good.. The Overseer is just finishing with the person originally hired... Mr Zando does not like failure... and neither do the Banking Union... "

he hands over several Cards... " these will allow to to purchase items you need... but I want Receipts.... in triplicate in both basic" he looks at the wookie " ... oh just basic "

"Much Obliged," Yorik said gratefully.

Black Cards! Yep, we just hit the Corporate Gold Mine! But, something tells me this job won't be the nice, cushy patrol the settlement kind of job...

He looked around to the others and grinned as he tucked and secured his Credit and Security Card into his interior jacket pocket.

kriff yeah!

He looks at the access card practicaly drooling, the credits were totally lost on him because if it wasn't discussing the history of droid engineering, or maybe the finer points of starship motivator mechanical flaws... It certainly was computer data access that could capture his excitement.

He looks over at R'Rowlka, still stroking his mangy feathery beard in glee.

He raises in eyebrow and winks.

Fun times! Eh? Hehehe... Booooh-nussssss!

Behind the doors the words " No, please No!! " and several blaster shots ring out.

" It seems the Overseer will be with you shortly "

"Maybe my bonus is a bonus after all," he thought as he put the cards in one of the pouches on his belt.

"To know how to do things well, we should know how things went wrong," he said as he motioned to the door with his head, "so how did things go wrong for him?"

The large, hairy figure standing next to Zyi relaxed a bit as he set down a bag that had been slung over his shoulder. (As he turned around slightly, there were noticeable random streaks of discolored fur across his back. The typical result of slavers or some Imperial taskmasters at the more 'free' confinement facilities). The well-worn tool belt around his waist and across his chest seemed to indicate a familiarity with the use of the objects on it. Although there were no visible weapons, he did carry himself like he wouldn't need one to cause bodily injury or break things.

He shrugged at appropriate points and barked out what seemed to be a complaint about Zyi's handling of a situation previously. While it seemed sharp and pointed, Zaire knew the wookie well enough to know that it was no hard feelings, but an underlying sense of gratitude for making sure they both were here to rebuild their lives and shop.

As he took the card from Gilt he raised an eyebrow then smiled and nodded his understanding as the man changed his mind about receipts in other than basic. He then flinched a bit and his eyes narrowed at the apparent violent demise of the previous employee. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from associating those actions with what had been the Empire and his own treatment.

" He failed to obey the rules. I suppose as Zando Moisture Farms and miscellaneous industries incorporated.. has used You before.. Some leeway is allowed, some! "

The Sound from behind the door ceases.. after a thud and mechanical clanking.

" You are expected to bring proof of removal of the relevant problem, He " he points a stylus at the door " Claimed removal, but spent the time on a certain planet thinking Mr Zando was a fool "

" So much for the Great Veris Forshab... Hunter Extraordinaire "

" No Civilian Casualties..., No antagonizing the Imperials, and if there looks like " his voice lowers " Inquisitors or there ilk bring back anything they have... Mr Zando likes that sort of thing..."

The blaster sound rings through the hall.

What the!

His hand moves to his hip.

Layers of mostly black and brown fabric part to reveal two pistols on his waist.

This is a problem.

He looks at R'Rowlka...

Time to go? Or...

The droids in the walls start to awaken. The Muun waves his hand and they stop. He looks hard at the Aqualish and makes a note.

" You know that Zando Moisture Farms and Miscellaneous Industries Incorporated has the full authority of the New Republic to deal with this matter.. that includes...

Law 41b of the Banking Union states quite formally any contact that is broken that results in financial punishment via Senate Sub committee oversight is up to the Company to deal with how they see fit.

Now, You will follow the rules won't you Mr Zyi ... and not make The Overseer or Credits forbid Mr Zando unhappy ?"

Durrak did not care about credits but he pocketed his card anyway. He was very disappointed to her the bit about leaving Imperials alone. He did feel that if they wanted items from any Inquisitor that a little violence...ok a lot might just happen.

Who the kriff does this fool think he is... I'm gonna make sure I steal his paycheck!

Sir, kindly let me refer you to my file, while it's no doubt incomplete, it should assure you of my character, habits and general intentions.

He says intentionally overacting, but still convincing professional voice. When he finishes he looks at the wookie and betrays his sarcasm with a momentary smirk.

This whole thing's gonna get it. This is what should die with the empire.

"I knew those were security measures!" he thought as he tried to take stock of the group, their employer, and the potential "rock and a hard place" he now found himself in.

"So... besides possible inquisitor-types walking around, exactly what are we hunting?" he said as the uncomfortable feeling of being surrounded with few answers was sinking in faster than he would prefer.

After waiting and waiting with the others for the banking guilds rep things had taken a turn to be sure.

As the droids deployed Eldriths hand rose palm out stretched in a gesture to said wait just hold on we can talk through this.

"Woo woo no need for for that friend no need. You want a job done and we're skilled fixers or we wouldn't be standing here with you I'm assuming. So let's side step the grand standing and get to the part where we make a bunch of creds and you're happy as a corellian clam savvy?"

8 hours ago, LightningFox said:

"I knew those were security measures!" he thought as he tried to take stock of the group, their employer, and the potential "rock and a hard place" he now found himself in.

"So... besides possible inquisitor-types walking around, exactly what are we hunting?" he said as the uncomfortable feeling of being surrounded with few answers was sinking in faster than he would prefer.

" That is what the Overseer will discuss with you... I am simply here to provide general logistic information

4 hours ago, cybric2686 said:

After waiting and waiting with the others for the banking guilds rep things had taken a turn to be sure.

As the droids deployed Eldriths hand rose palm out stretched in a gesture to said wait just hold on we can talk through this.

"Woo woo no need for for that friend no need. You want a job done and we're skilled fixers or we wouldn't be standing here with you I'm assuming. So let's side step the grand standing and get to the part where we make a bunch of creds and you're happy as a corellian clam savvy?"

" So your the smart one ill make a note of that!, Gentlebiengs the Overseer will see you now"

The door swung open and they were ushered inside, The room was circular and looked down upon the Correllian sector of Coruscant

There was a large desk with a droid sitting behind it, on the desk was a large Holo Projector, and a terminal

" Greetings. Gentlebeings. I. am. K6F2. Designation. Overseer. Please. Take. Complimentary. "

music plays and a DJ like voice says

"Zando Water.. the best in the Rim!!!... ahhh that's nice! "

The Muun furiously tapped on his datapad

" Forgive. Noise. Former. Employee. Received. Severance. Package "

"Note to self: don't get fired," he thought as he took his complimentary water.

"Okay... so exactly what are the specifics of what you want us to do? Besides "convincing" inquisitors to let us take their stuff that is," he said as he sips his water, looking out the window.

"I guess it would be a bit of too much bad press for them to throw that poor sob out after shooting him, so why am I still imaging him falling?" he thought to himself, partly concerned about the new importance of this contract and wondering if his "contacts" knew about this and helped get him the contract more as a way to get rid of him rather than helping him move up.

This is the overseer? Durrak took his water and looked around the room at his "partners". This is what I come to stealing for a droid.

" Hello Overseer I am Durrak Toos."

" Stand. By. "

A hologram activated.

A rather brutal looking Hutt glared at the assembled group

" I am Gratho the Hutt of the glorious ... Shell Clan.... You are aware not all Hutts are Criminals ?? ... Gonothar the Hutt operates a slave ring where he Pitts creatures against Rak'ghouls... but these seem to be enhanced somehow... they escaped and have took over ... a Port on New Taris... go there .... kill the Ghouls... and Bring me Gonothar.... alive. So we can punish him....* he Sways a large vibro axe* .... You have My Yacht... the Golden Hind... Don't mess it up .... HoHoHo.... " static

A second message plays the voice is sickly smooth " Bounty hunter....Bring me a live Ghoul do not fail me! ... "

A hatch pops up in it is a set of keys and a bunch of other goodies ( wrist rockets x 2, medipacks.. and it looks like a few guns .... ( 1 blaster carbine, what looks like a punishment collar, and 2 hold out blasters )

The droid activates " You. Have. Your. Mission "

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