DrRoninMatango
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Feb 28, 2015 9:09:01 GMT -8
*Ronin wondered how low on the pole was this woman, here he had just named dropped a big fish and she hadn't even tried to verify his claim. Maybe her data pad was used more for solitaire than for work. With the mention of him being a doctor Ronin simply smiled and waited to speak*
"Well sounds like you must have some friends in high places than and here I though you didn't have any friends!"
*Ronin went silent as a couple passed, once out of ear shot he continued*
"As for you hearing about me being a doctor, and a oath I supposedly broke you are sorely mistaken and your informant is a nerf herder. I've stated I'm not just a doc. Those that blew up in that /gang related violence/ have probably killed countless people so I doubt they will be missed."
*Truth be told so did 4 most likely, but at least she offered some entertainment*
"Like you I'm a survivor, and will do whatever I must to do so...a sentiment you and i share. As for proving myself to you...I'll bite. So who is the unfortunate soul you wish taken out?"
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Mar 1, 2015 5:32:46 GMT -8
She knew that she had the recoding on still, so she bit.
-4- "Yeah, if you are a big player, go kill the Corulag President. When you are done, I can have you off planet safely. Keep you hidden untill it blows over."
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DrRoninMatango
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 1, 2015 7:15:36 GMT -8
*Ronin nodded to the request though her tone seemed to change. 'Big player'? Not once did she talk like this before, felt like a trap, this could prove entertaining.*
"And where shall I meet with you, how shall I contact you?"
*Ronin didn't really need a number to reach her, the mask he has hidden away would have no problem locking onto the perticular microwaves her data pad used. How much deception was she using and was this a trap were two things on his mind; that and the ways to have a political figure taken out without needing his hands to get dirty. Treason maybe, which carried about the sentence of death, maybe a mere phone call to an old Republic contact would have a package sent to the President's house. The possibilities were endless, one didn't have to pull the trigger or hold the blade in order to get a job done. Of course if footage of the conversation was ever to come forward it would be acknowledged as the planning stage of taking out a traitor to the Republic at the hands of one who was a hero fighting for freedom and the safety of the Republic. Politics were funny like that; justifiable murder and all.*
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DrRoninMatango
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 3, 2015 9:32:28 GMT -8
*Ronin got the number he'd need to contact 4 and parted ways. Pulling out a phone Ronin made a call to his friend the senator on this planet. Ronin filled him in on the basics and his need for a favor*
-Senator- "I'll get you into the president's room with my men. I'm glad you called I'd grown tired of this president, a breath of fresh air is what we need. Give me a few hours to gather my men and send my msg to the Senate as to our situation of treason we have here. We will move in on him and of course he'll attack us...self defense. "
*Ronin smiled to himself, this hadn't been the first time he had a politician taken out under bogus evidence, and it wouldn't be the last*
-Ronin- "Ok good, I'll be at your place shortly. We can go together, but remember I get to land the death blow"
-Senator- "I know the routine, just get over here"
*Ronin hung up and hailed the closest taxi to take him to an old friend*
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 3, 2015 9:53:38 GMT -8
*The next few hours saw Ronin meeting the 'security' teams (republic arc troopers) that would be going with him to intercept the president. Calls had been made and orders had been given to arrest the president; everything was legal now. For this mission the Senator sent (3) LAAT/i fully filled with 'security forces.' Within each LAAT/i are (6) five man fire teams armed with an assortment of weapons needed for a small war. Placing his mask upon his face Ronin syncs up with the secured channel the other troopers were on. The night sky combined with a oncoming rain storm set the stage for the perfect conditions to hunt. Before them was the presidential building.
-Ronin- = Ok cut their power and block all their communications, let's keep this quick and clean boys=
*Almost on cue the area before them went black. It wouldn't be long before Ronin and the troopers were ground side*
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Mar 4, 2015 9:46:19 GMT -8
Believing 4 had just sent off a fool on a fools errand, she went onto her "day" job.
In the XenoBoob, she had come in 5 minutes late and got a yelling from the boss whom was oblivious that his star dancer was the woman behind most of the recent conflicts and anger against republic governing. She had been keeping her ID safe here, because here she had picked up most of her usefull...... clients. Sure, some dirty work was done, but she gained good ears to whisper into, and even better that whispered to a seemingly uneducated dancer/callgirl.
So, she danced and danced, and danced in her Tophat, smoking, hot lingeré and devious smile.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 4, 2015 14:23:21 GMT -8
*By the time the LAAT/i set down the emergency generators had kicked on offering a very ominous red glow coming from multiple parts of the presidential complex. The ARC Troopers unloaded and fanned out in their respective fire teams, one kept pace with the masked Ronin. While this happened the other 2 LAAT/i unloaded it's contents in the air on either side of the rear of the complex. Trained troopers repelled onto rooftops and the back court yard. They too fanned out to pre designated locations. Those upon the roof tops took up sniping positions covering air and the grounds before them. With their contents empty the 3 LAAT/i took off to cover the surrounding airspace.* -ARC Commander- =Sir, I'm getting reports of little resistance thus far. Shall we move forward with the operation?= -Ronin- =Yes Commander, locate me the traitor, and stomp out any resistance.= *With that five fire teams vanished into the darkness leaving Ronin and the one remaining fire team upon the landing pad. A crackle of lighting and roll of thunder echoed out above them followed by the sound of blaster fire. It sounded like there were a few pockets of resistance. Stepping forward Ronin switched his mask to night vision and walked toward the main building, the ARC Commander and fire team in tow.* -ARC Commander- =Sir, Fire Team Delta has located the president in the presidential chambers held up with a few dozen men. He is refusing to turn himself over.= -Ronin- = Ok have any possible exits covered, and give the order to shoot on site. Tell Fire Team Delta to hang tight till we get there= *The ARC Commander relayed orders to the other fire teams. Ronin picked up the pace eager to get on scene. The familiar feeling in his stomach before a kill was a welcome sensation. This hunt was going smoothly. A few minutes was all it took to cover the ground between them and the presidential chambers. Once there Ronin asked for the Commander's blaster and removed his mask stashing it in his jacket.* m.youtube.com/watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI-Ronin- "This is Doctor Ronin Matango, former Republic Supreme Chancellor. I'm coming in unarmed in order to negotiate terms and check out your wounded. Do not fire." *Ronin stepped into the doorway showing the blaster as he placed it upon the ground, and stood back up, hands in the air. Stepping into the room he had no worries, those in politics would know his face and formal title; thus the minds of the dead men standing within the room would have no fear, but hope. None would suspect Ronin was still armed, or that a Doctor and famous politician would be like the Angel of Death ready to whisk them to the other side.* -President- "Hold fire, bring the wounded here. Thank the Gods there is someone who is sane enough to help sort out this mess." *Ronin went to his knees examining the wounds of the men. He had no medical supplies with him, and needed none; these men would be dead soon. Standing up Ronin held out an open hand to the president. * -Ronin- "I wish we could have met under different conditions, your men will be fine and won't be in anymore pain shortly." *The president wouldn't see it coming, a mere handshake, something so common place yet this was like the touch of death. A single wrist blade slide out of Ronin's sleeve. The cold blade finding it's mark in the presidential wrist. The Atracurium would work quickly. Many of the men didn't see what had happened, the few that had didn't know how to respond. Their faces covered in confusion and then horror as they realized too late this was a trap. Spinning around the president Ronin pulled hi pistol out and took aim and those who had seen what had just happened*
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 4, 2015 14:47:02 GMT -8
m.youtube.com/watch?v=-xA84aIAWEk*The silencer masked the sound of the large caliber pistol as Ronin downed three men in quick succession. The spray of blood, and gore along with the flying bodies couldn't be masked. The security forces weren't soldiers, they weren't battle hardened men, but mere rent a cops. The horror and confusion of what was happening slowed their reaction to fire. Four more dropped before the fire blaster bolts flew past Ronin, several of the panic driven, and untrained bolts struck the president who was only being held up by Ronin as a human shield. This was the cue for the ARC Trooper who came in guns blazing. Bodies crumpled before them. In a matter of seconds all went silent as all those that opposed and stood against Ronin were cut down.* -Ronin- "Good job Commander, I'm sure you can take it from here. I'll be on my way now." *The Commander nodded knowing it was going to be another long night full of paper work and reports. Ronin reloaded his pistol and placed it back within its hiding spot. All blood was cleaned up off of his weapons. No traces the Angel of Death had been here. Exiting the complex Ronin was met with a downpour. Grabbing the nearest government speeder Ronin sped off just as the power was turned back on lighting the night sky. As quickly has he had come, Ronin vanished once more into the night.
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Post by Rik Vane on Mar 5, 2015 20:05:23 GMT -8
The Frosty Mynock lowered itself onto the tarmac without incident a mere four point seven hours after they picked up their passengers (a fantastic time considering they were running on half a reactor in a ship meant to run with two), and Rik released the yoke and keyed the ship's intercom. "Attention all passengers, this is your Captain speaking. We have now arrived safely and in one relative piece in the prospering metropolis that is Curamelle. If all passengers would please maintain control of their luggage for the duration of the disembarkation process, we can get you all offloaded as soon as possible. If you require any assistance at all, our attractive and friendly staff will be standing by to assist you." He paused, then remembered something else he needed to add. "That's you, Malora. Remember, service with a smile!" Then he switched it off and headed back toward the boarding ramp. At this very moment, that young woman is contemplating seven different ways of ending your life. "Oh, I know." He smiled at the thought. They always start out like that... But they all come around eventually. You humans mystify me.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Mar 5, 2015 21:36:01 GMT -8
She'd been in the middle of contemplating six different ways to end Rik's life when his voice sounded over the intercom.
"Service ..with a smile?" Make that seven different ways. "I don't service, and I don't smile, asshat," she muttered. Lia dropped the sponge back in the galley sink, wiped her hands on the recycled towel, and stepped back to scan her work. Her body ached from the work, but the galley sparkled at her appreciatively. She'd scrubbed and buffed and scraped and oiled and elbow-greased until she couldn't find any hint of a reason for Rik to claim she hadn't done her job and hold her here any longer than necessary. Unfortunately, their detour to Corulag meant she'd be stuck with Captain Over-Confident for another few days. The Core Worlds were on her blacklist. Too much traffic, too much law, too easy to be spotted. Even thinking about it made her jittery. What if there was a random inspection? Things could go wrong very easily, and while she had a few contingency plans and plenty of experience thinking on her feet, Lia knew she needed to take a few steps to ensure she'd get out of this alive and uncaptured without completely giving away her own situation.
Time to talk to Rik.
She'd kept her distance from Surplus and the girl that held his leash during their trip, and they'd done the same for her. He understood her actions, she could see that even through the heavy veil of pain that hung over his features, and while she didn't know the whole story, she understood his, right down to the reason he'd needed a lift to Curamelle. It was obvious he was under duress to some extent, he'd all but said it earlier, and Melia was his prison-guard. The guy was dealt a rough hand, but even sick and worn out as he was, Lia could tell he was clever. Maybe he'd work it out. Maybe he'd die on Curamelle. She felt for the guy, but it wasn't her problem. The sooner they left, the better, for everyone.
Leaving the clean galley and her musings behind, Lia double-timed it through the hallways to the cockpit, hoping to catch the 'mechanic extraordinaire' before they had an audience. If he expected her to help off-load the cargo or anything of the sort, he had another thought comin'. The blonde raced around the corner, determined.
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Post by Rik Vane on Mar 5, 2015 21:48:46 GMT -8
Stepping out of the cockpit with his hands in his pockets and his face screwed into a contemplative expression, Rik didn't even notice Lia's approach until she was right on top of him. Well now there's a fun thought... "Geez Princess!" His hands came out of his pockets and he grabbed both her arms to push her off him. "Slow that pretty little ass down or you're gonna hurt somebody. Where are you even going in such a hurry?"
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Post by Lia Corusa on Mar 5, 2015 22:50:54 GMT -8
She yanked her arms from his hands and took a step back, using the movement to take a quick but subtle glance around them. Surplus she wasn't worried about, but Melia and her secret organization was a different story. "Your kitchens are clean. Also I should stay on the ship while you handle this." Lia fixed Rik with a stare that left no room for argument and no hope of answers to the questions her insistence would probably spring up in his mind. "Curamelle and the Core worlds are about the last places I'd like to jump ship, so I'm gonna stay in my room, you're gonna hurry Surplus and Melia off your ship, and then you're gonna drop me off somewhere far, far away from Corulag."
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 7, 2015 14:11:57 GMT -8
*Ronin dialed the number given to him by 4. He had pulled over and taken refuge from the storm.*
=Check the news, the target is dead. Is that satisfying?=
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Mar 9, 2015 13:15:20 GMT -8
Fel waited in the common area -- actually, aside from that unfortunate trip to the 'fresher, hadn't even bothered to leave the common area where they had arrived aboard Rik's vessel nearly five hours before. Now he waited for the Captain, to conclude their business. He was a man of his word (though he'd be hard-pressed to recall the last time he'd given his word) and wanted to see to it that Rik felt he was being paid well enough for his troubles.
And he had to ask a few hard questions before leaving.
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Melia, on the other hand, wasted no time. She and Fel had discussed the next several hours in detail before the descent to Curamelle. She was not about to drop her end of the bargain. She had exited the transport upon touchdown, and had started her recce. The way it would go down was like this: Fel would deal with Rik and the female (he had not gone into great detail about what had to be 'dealt with,' and she had not pressed for clarification. As far as she was concerned it was a kindness she didn't kill them both. Leaving them alive could potentially be considered a loose end. But there were larger forces at work here, which she would answer for if need be. The gamble was worth it.) and then the pilot would head immediately for the rendezvous, and spend time scoping it out. Melia would 'deactivate' (aka slice, wreck or sabotage) video devices covering their arrival and the landing bay occupied by Rik's ship, then rent a storage unit in the docks using up one of her single-serve false IDs, and secure the cargo. Then transmit the coordinates and access codes to Fel, and take up a topside vantage covering the location. Once the drop had been made, she'd meet him at their extraction, which was yet to be determined. That was the one part she was unconvinced of. The rest seemed solid. She had already picked out the storage unit, a low-key affair close by. But first, the media recorders.
Making an exit from the planetfall ramp, she quickly scanned her surroundings. There was a public 'fresher across from the entrance to the landing pad, and thankfully, no deck officials had yet arrived to greet the newcomers. Making a quick, but not conspicuously quick line for the washrooms, she entered and closed the door to a stall, fishing in her satchel for the appropriate devices. Locating the two small devices, she activated each in turn. Scant seconds after entering the freshers, Melia moved back out toward the ship. Halfway across the landing pad, she altered course to seemingly investigate the public notification and arrivals / departures board at the entryway to the Frosty Mynock's landing bay, palming the modified No-Show, and pressed the device against the backside of the notification Holoboard. After 'reading' the board for a minute, she continued on toward the Frosty Mynock, only to alter course once more to have a word with one of the local deck hands. The conversation revolved around refueling, and Melia was sure to inspect the bay's refueling module, again palming and affixing the modified i-box to the base of the refueling probe. Satisfied with her efforts, and sure that the two shielded devices (both incredibly difficult to locate, even with a full sensor crew on-site) would be more than adequate to scramble any outgoing video or audio from this and the three adjoining landing bays, she made her exit and moved off, toward the storage facility chosen at random "Curamelle Jiffy Self Storage," just outside the docks.
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Post by Atia on Mar 10, 2015 5:37:19 GMT -8
*Ronin dialed the number given to him by 4. He had pulled over and taken refuge from the storm.* =Check the news, the target is dead. Is that satisfying?= He didnt get an answer for a hour. 4 had just finnished a VIP personal lapdance and... socialising with a tax official when she got back to the fresher and showered, changed and got ready for the next show. That was when she checked the datapad. The number she had given went to a digital inbox, and she had accessed it through several proxies to make sure she was not going to be followed digitally... but still, her heart shrunk. Is this a trick? She put down the phone and ran out to the bar, calling at the barkeep.-4- "Hakka, shut that boloball shit down, go onto the channel BB news." Hakka, whom saw the no-bull-shit face 4 had addapted did as asked and changed the channel on the large holo-projector over the bar.
It was true. The damned thing was all over every local news agency, and even some inter-Republic ones. The Corulag President was for some undisclosed reason beset as a traitor and executed by a republic policing team. Reasons yet unknown, Involved policing agency yet unknown, ... basically everything was unknown to the media, it was shady, it was dark, and it was dispicably chaotic.-4- "Oh my god!" She put her hands to her mouth in shock, but under her fingers, she was grinning.
five minutes later Ronin was sent a message back.You are hired. Come to the XenoBoob. Be low key.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 12, 2015 8:43:30 GMT -8
*Ronin arrived at Xenobob's shortly after. Making his way to one of the corner booths he sat himself down and waited*
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Post by Rik Vane on Mar 20, 2015 16:45:47 GMT -8
She yanked her arms from his hands and took a step back, using the movement to take a quick but subtle glance around them. Surplus she wasn't worried about, but Melia and her secret organization was a different story. "Your kitchens are clean. Also I should stay on the ship while you handle this." Lia fixed Rik with a stare that left no room for argument and no hope of answers to the questions her insistence would probably spring up in his mind. "Curamelle and the Core worlds are about the last places I'd like to jump ship, so I'm gonna stay in my room, you're gonna hurry Surplus and Melia off your ship, and then you're gonna drop me off somewhere far, far away from Corulag." "Uh huh..." Rik stared at her for a good minute and a half, trying to decide whether or not he was lucky enough to not get shot at again if he asked his questions anyway, in spite of the stubborn hardass glare she was giving him. She's been itching to get the kriff off my ship and away from me ever since she got on-board. Why the sudden change of heart? I could tell you, but that would be spoilers. In the end, he opted for the safer approach. "I'm gonna go see Stormie and Bangs McBroody off, then we're gonna have a sit-down about what exactly you think it is I owe you." Then he brushed past her and was on his way before she had time to respond. Not too quickly though, more like just quickly enough. It wasn't like he was running away from a woman or anything.Fel waited in the common area -- actually, aside from that unfortunate trip to the 'fresher, hadn't even bothered to leave the common area where they had arrived aboard Rik's vessel nearly five hours before. Now he waited for the Captain, to conclude their business. He was a man of his word (though he'd be hard-pressed to recall the last time he'd given his word) and wanted to see to it that Rik felt he was being paid well enough for his troubles.
And he had to ask a few hard questions before leaving. He found Stormie in the common room less than a minute later, and propped himself up against the back of one of the couches. "So how about it, Stormie? Got any more sage advice before we part ways?" He would never admit it to himself, at least not for a good while yet, but he was actually a little sad to see the man go. Whoever it was that was pulling his strings, they had something on him that Rik had only ever dreamed he could have, much less have used against him. Whatever they had him doing, he was doing it because he cared. Not about the job, obviously, or even his partner, but Stormie had someone, somewhere, who he cared about enough to call them family. Sure, they may be using that family against him right now, but at least he had one, and Rik would have bet a goodly sum that Malora was a part of it, and given even more if it meant he could have someone like that. He'd seen it everywhere he went, every spaceport, every city. But you can't have a family when just being around people puts them at risk of being manipulated by an immortal psychic demon spirit. Hell, most of the people in this galaxy would probably try and kill him to get rid of the thing. I am not a thing. Shut the kriff up.So there he stood, arms crossed casually over his chest and eyes studying the spacer in front of him, waiting for the goodbye he was sure would be coming.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Mar 22, 2015 12:08:05 GMT -8
Fel acknowledged the man approaching with a quick nod and a tight smile. He was in the process of tying as much of his greasy, unkempt hair back into a loose ponytail as he could before donning the Stormie helmet again, his small personal kit bagged and ready to go in a small duffel beside him on the floor. There was no doubt, he was ready to depart. But there was something else, something that tethered him to this moment, which the spacer wasn't yet ready to be rid of.
Cap'n. pause Advice? Not anything that I wouldn't give to anyone who had been a help to me and mine: keep your head down and your powder dry. And like I said -- don't underestimate the BS that awaits you aboard that VCX. She's worth the effort I think, but don't rest easy till you've swept for bugs all over that sucker. standing and extending a hand for the freighter Captain in thanks I 'ppreciate it, Cap'n. You really came along when I was about out of options. I won't forget it. Fel holds on when the handshake should be over, his tone changing I have to ask you two things, Rik. Two things I can only hope you're man enough to do for me when I'm long gone, and when Corulag is several jumps in your past. I'll only ask once, and if you don't do it **shrug** ...If things should go south when you pick up the VCX, I have to ask that you don't mention me, or my associate. 'course... if they ask you hard, you might be persuaded to say something. If you have to do that, well... we'll find ourselves speaking again one day. The other thing... if you have the means, it'd be a kindness if you let Malora know I'm out here. You describe me, she'll know who you mean. he ends the handshake, dons the scorched, dented Stormie helmet and picks up his duffel 'course, you don't have to do any of this. turning, Fel heads for the planetfall ramp. So long Rik.
He didn't dawdle, knowing that the shot would only give him lasting effects for maybe twenty-four more hours, he wanted to get on with it. He called up the XenoBoob on his HUD display and laid in a GPS course. Passing 'Curamelle Jiffy Self Storage,' he spotted Melia from 50' away, coming towards him. She nodded almost imperceptibly, and they made the hand-off as they passed, Fel palming the small piece of paper as Mel carried on to her next destination.
Fel arrived at the XenoBoob maybe fifteen minutes later. Slinging his duffel over his shoulder, he paid the cover fee and walked slowly into the joint, scanning the crowd for trouble, or the Tophat.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 22, 2015 12:34:41 GMT -8
*Ronin sat in the corner of the club partially hidden in the shadows away from the strobes and flashing lights. It was enough to give anyone a headache. Ronin sipped his water with lemon, it was cheap,and Ronin was thirsty. Not wishing to lesson his senses around that woman it was best not to become too relaxed. Already she had set him up once, she wouldn't fool him again if this was a set up.*
-Cocktail Server- "Would you like a regular hun?"
*Ronin slid a few credits her way*
-Ronin- "Yea keep them coming darling"
*Accepting the credits she scampered off like a cock roach from the light. Ronin continued to scan those coming in, those leaving, and those blowing their money on cheap dancing women. A man in a stormtrooper helmet came in, a rather odd place but who was he to judge? He had just framed the president of this planet for treason, killed dozens of men in cold blood, and here he was sipping ice water. Yep seemed like just another day in the neighborhood. Still he kept a close eye on this one, either he was awol or he killed a trooper for that helmet, either way could be dangerous or exciting pending on how you looked at it*
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Mar 23, 2015 7:38:43 GMT -8
Fel scanned the crowd, both literally and figuratively. Sure, there were firearms here (he'd be surprised if there weren't) but at least from what he saw, there was nothing that could start a war. End some lives, sure. But nothing truly cringe-worthy.
A waitress passed by, and the Outlander had a quick word with her, slid her a dozen credits, and was rewarded a few minutes later with an empty table and a wave to approach. He thanked the hard-working server, dropped his duffel against the wall behind him, and continued to watch the room. There was no 'tophat' here. Not yet. But according to his chron, he was on time. Not worth a fuss. And so he waited. Tophat would come, and then he'd be off this rock. One step closer to the end.
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