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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 23, 2015 9:19:17 GMT -8
*Ronin's eyes followed the make shift trooper. Flashes and moving lights temporarily illuminated the figure revealing a ragtag array of trooper gear with unknown gear/armor. The hip holster, the way he carried himself told Ronin plenty. This individual was no young pup, nor unseasoned. The outfit was pratical as Ronin's outfit and gear was. Anonymous when needed, or personal when chose the helmet allowed for many pratical applications. No, this individual was seasoned. Ronin motioned for his cocktail server who made a beeline for him.*
-Ronin- "A drink for our vet friend on me please, his choice."
*A quick nod and the woman was off. Ronin had spent many years in combat which brought about a respect for all vets regardless of which side they had fought for. If this individual were to turn to Ronin after the server had taken the order, he would hold his glass up as if in a 'cheers' fashion*
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Mar 23, 2015 9:59:36 GMT -8
The server returned, offering a drink courtesy the gentleman in the corner. His eye followed the server's outstretched hand, pointing in Ronin's general direction. There were enough bodies between them that Fel could have asked for clarification, but there was no need. The man made himself known, raising a glass in silent salutation, and Fel gave the barest hint of a nod in reply.
He wanted something strong, something that would burn its way down his throat, something would make him feel... something. But this posed an interesting dilemma. He really couldn't drink without removing the helmet, and the last thing he needed was a sec cam or anyone recognizing him.
Water, with a twist of lime. And a straw, thanks.
He heard his voice from the Stormie's vocoder, the same monotone he'd heard a thousand times from countless faceless Stormtroops in his time with the Imperial Navy, but he'd never heard an Imperial shock trooper ask for water with lime before, and he smiled behind the visor.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 23, 2015 10:18:25 GMT -8
*When the cocktail server made her rounds once more Ronin asked what his new /friend/ had ordered. It was curious that the vet ordered his drink with a straw, a water at that. This information told Ronin alot, first this guy was on duty in some shape or form. Where most vets he knew ordered a stiff drink, this one didn't. Second, this guy clung onto his helmet refusing to remove it as if his head would come off with it. A merc stalking a target maybe, or a man with a price on his head; both were equally interesting.*
*Ronin thought for a moment before standing up and making his way over to his new friend's table. Weaving in and out of tables it didn't take but a minute to slowly make his way over. With his ice water with lemon in his hand Ronin motion to the seat across from the vet.*
"May I sit with you friend?"
*Ronin's free hand was already on the back of the seat ready to pull it back so he may sit. He had used the walk to take in possible weapons the vet had, a blaster was in plain site, but what other weapons.*
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Post by Atia on Mar 24, 2015 5:38:42 GMT -8
Ronin was not the only one paying for the Vet. In recent year, being openly Eimperial has not just became a joice of political indulgence, but also somewhat cool. A loosly clad waitress had brought him a beer from a group of happy custommers, a double whiskey from a businessman-like person, and a Virgin Sex on the Beach from a.... fascionable gentleman. Wearing a stormtrooper helmet was not the most subtle, but at least he now had a small battalion of drinks in front of him.
Just when Ronin went over to become overly friendly with someone blatantly imperial on a Republic world, IT happened. The DJ grabbed the mic as the last dancing beauty (Nautolan) grabbed all the cash from the scene and walked off with her tossed cloths in her hands.
-DJ- "Say good bye to the beautifull Princess Kam'Tah! Dont you worry folks, she will be back tonight to show you how bendy she is. And Now, It is my greatest pleeeeeaaaassssuuuurreee to intorduce you to YOUR Pleasure, The Scurge of Ryloth, the Breaker of Hearts, the Mistress of Sorrow, MATIKAI!"
The Tophat was there. Came right in riding on a yellow twilek whom would be rated 18+ on most Holovid channels, some more conservative ones would even go as far as 23+. Let us just go as far that there was a lot of latex involved, on all the right places, because the other places had even more revieling ware-ables. Not to mention that slaves collar on her neck wich surely was a part of her act, and the whip in her hand that woke everyone to the Xeno Beauty that just walked in.
People flocked by the scene, and a rain of paper credits fliushed over the stage. She was surely a big hit around these parts, because the booths and the bar quickly emtied out. Her show went on for a good thirty minutes, and she made good on the agility and dexterity the Twilek were known for.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Mar 24, 2015 15:52:14 GMT -8
"May I sit with you friend?" Ronin's free hand was already on the back of the seat ready to pull it back so he may sit. He had used the walk to take in possible weapons the vet had, a blaster was in plain site, but what other weapons. It was a good thing he wasn't exactly trying to be stealthy. That was Melia's job. He was the face of this op (visor really, but you understand the turn of phrase...) and so a certain amount of interaction was unavoidable, if somewhat off-putting to Fel personally. He didn't like people much. As each drink arrived, with the obligatory explanation from the server as to where it had originated, Fel was happy his emotions were disguised behind the helmet. A nod of thanks in the directions of the obliging customers was all they'd get. Sure, the place was dim in all the right places, focusing attention on the ample wares displayed on-stage but even so, these people were either half-lit, or not terribly bright. Any nerf-herder could see he wasn't Imperial. The gear was all wrong, there was no pride in the presentation of the armor (and Imps were all about the presentation...) generally, it looked like he woke up at the bottom of a scrap-compressor, got dragged behind a speeder for ten blocks, and then started having a really bad day. So now one of them, the first to offer him a drink, was asking to sit. That depends. If you can thin this herd a little indicating the various drinks in front of him you're more than welcome. Fel detached the flexible neck sock that sealed his helmet, and slipped the straw inside to take a drink of the water. It was at that moment the Twi' was announced arriving for her show. Tophat. Hmph. Not what he would have imagined his contact to be. Not terribly subtle, Gaia. Whatever happened to a quiet meeting in a dark corner? People were obviously fans of this woman, and Fel could see the physical reasons why, though his mind was all business at this moment. Booths cleared, tables emptied, and people moved toward the stage to slide credit notes into the canyon between her D-cups. It wasn't exactly pandemonium, but it wasn't far off.
Galdaart motioned for the waitress once more, and the poor, overworked girl arrived moments later. Got a pen? Producing one (Fel didn't want to know where it came from) he scrawled something on the back of a XenoBoob card, and handed the pen back to the server. Pushing his chair away from the table, he spoke briefly to his new 'friend.'Back in a moment. This one has my attention.He rose and moved smoothly toward the centre of the stage, side-stepping drunk patrons and hooting businessmen jumping and flashing credit notes, hoping for an iota of attention from Tophat. He neared the stage, but was blocked from getting to the very edge of the platform by several ogling frat boy types. He was calm in the storm of testosterone, standing stalk-still when all around him writhed to the beat of the thunderous music. Placing a gentle but insistent hand on the shoulder of the closest hollering hard-ons-with-legs, he moved the man aside and came to stand at the edge of the stage, the XenoBoob card held aloft, wrapped in a fifty-credit note, his face unreadable under the mask. Laser-light effects and stage lighting reflected off the visor lenses. Fel was the lone body near the stage not actively seeking overt sexual attention from Tophat, and his presence was conspicuous by its serene inactivity. It didn't take long before Tophat took note, and came over to relieve him of his credits, and the card which read 'The Red Bitch says Hi. Table six.'
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 24, 2015 18:49:31 GMT -8
*Ronin nodded as he took the seat. Motioning to the drinks he made a 'go' gesture. The cocktail server nodded in acknowledgment taking the stiff drinks to have them placed in special to go flasks.*
*It was around this time 4 came out onto stage, those in the building seemed to flock to the stage, but Ronin stayed in place. The writing on the card and his friends bee line to the stage wasn't lost on him either. Putting two and two together he could see how the two maybe involved in a business fashion, the details just weren't there to fill in the blanks entirely. Ronin watched on as everyone made asses of themselves. The weight of each weapon in its own spot brought him comfort in moments like this.*
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Post by Atia on Mar 25, 2015 6:22:08 GMT -8
4 did see the bodylangugae that stood out from all the others. If the shabby immitation of imperial ware was not enough, there was that. That person in the Stormtroopers helmet came to HER, not because she was a stage godess at this given moment, but because he had something for her, and that, was in his hand, not in his pants. To the delight of the onlookers, she went down into a bridge towards the fratboys, recieving a couple bills to her bra, including one by Mr Stormie, then stood up on her hands, scissored around, hit the pole and continued the show.
She did also give a glance to Ronin, the place where the Stormie originated. Did he have a hand in this? She would know after the show.
At the end, the only thing she was still wearing was the tophat, that miraculously (magic of stage glue) stayed on throughout swings and upside down tricks. She gathered her belongings (including a sizable tip littering the scene, thankfull contributions to the local agency of Imperial Intelligence) and walked off to the lockers.
Counting the cash, she found the card, put it aside. She put her share into her purse, the rest into the common jar that went to the bar itself. Cleaning herself off, she read the message. The Red Bitch. 4 had a very good idea whom Stormie was messaging about. That was the secret nickname of the Forewoman of the Crucible, Gaia herself. Coinscidence, or he just met the legendary red one on her bad day? She took her time, showered, took on a waitresses outfit (wich was basically a grade more modest then what she wore before) and went out.
She didnt go to Table 6 first, she just mingled with patrons, brought them some drinks and got more tips (again, donations to the incredible work the good Imperial Intelligence are doing) and then, finally, got to Table 6.
-4- "Hey boys, I am Makai, your waitress, what can I bring you darlings?"
She winked at ronin, trying to get him to play with. Made sure stormie didnt see it.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Mar 26, 2015 10:37:56 GMT -8
Fel sat, unflinching, immobile, watching Makai flirt with the man who sat at the table. He said nothing, didn't move for a good minute, two. When it became obvious that somebody was waiting for something to be said, and the pretense was finally dropped a shade or two, then he spoke.
indicating Ronin If you'll excuse us.
The stormtrooper waited till the man was well out of earshot before continuing. He kept his voice low and neutral, which was helped by the helmet's vocoder.
You can drop the act. You know who sent me, and if you know that, then you should already know what I am here to deliver. Fill in the blanks. You miss something, I walk. It's that simple.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 26, 2015 12:02:38 GMT -8
*Ronin took his leave grabbing his drink he made his way thru the crowd to the bar. Ronin made sure he still had a clear line of sight to 4 and the bucket head.*
"I guess I'll wait and see; hell maybe I'll be working with Mr. Shy over there!" Ronin thought to himself
*A dancing girl approached, her hand grazing his, a sly smirk on her face*
-Dancer- "Hows about buying a girl a drink, and maybe buy a dance. I think you're cute so I'll give you a discount."
*Ronin withdrew his hand and motioned for the bartender*
-Ronin- "Hey bartender how's about getting this girl a glass of water, this b!+ch is thirsty!"
*The dancer withdrew her hand appalled and stomped away. Ronin chuckled and continued on.*
-Ronin- "You couldn't handle me, I'm way out of your league girl."
*The dancer made a gesture with her hand before vanishing in the smoke and lights.*
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Post by Atia on Mar 26, 2015 15:49:53 GMT -8
The decisive cleavege... I mean.... Twilek frowned. Seems like she was cursed with "I be da boss" types nowdays. She played with. Sure.
-4- "I will call the party together for tonight. two in the night local time, you will show up in a warehouse with the goods. Have your girlfriend..."
They seemed to like to call Mel that, it seemed...
-4- "... cover you. You will meet with the Dubsteps, a badly named but still dangerous group of heavy gangstas. Dont be a rude fuck but bring a spine. Leave towards the north, I will pick you up."
She looked behind her, at the presidentkiller whom was just insulting one of her coligues.
-4- "His name is Ronin. He is a doctor, but he most likely hurts people. Take him with. You are the boss, Boss. Dont fuck up."
She slipped a card with an adress writen on it and left, walking past ronin towards the bar.
-4- "COngrats, you have a job. Helmetboy is your boss untill furhter notice."
She was laughing inside as she just walked past, not waiting (caring) for his response. After all, she had lots of calls to make.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Mar 27, 2015 7:38:53 GMT -8
Fel took in the info, read the card and captured a still of the address with the helmet's optics, and pushed out from the table after Makai had gone about her business. He walked toward the bar, sending Melia a coded message via the Stormie's helmet comlink.
Mel, we've been saddled with a tag-along. Sweep a background check for a Doctor named Ronin. Visuals of him, the meeting locale and our contact coming your way now. Recce a top-down position for the meeting at 0200 tonight. Out.
Reaching the bar, he paused to toss a handful of credits down for the barkeep, and spoke to his new-found companion
Let's go, Ronin.
As he stepped out into open air, he glanced at the HUD chron. Seven hours to kill until the meeting. Plenty of time for Melia to get into position, and too much time to kill as far as he was concerned.
You got a place in town, Doctor?
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 27, 2015 8:17:54 GMT -8
*Ronin nodded and followed the bucket head out the door. At the question as to him having a place he smirked.*
"Well I had a room at this tavern but it kinda had an accident involving some unwelcome guests and a pipebomb."
*Ronin paused briefly*
"It's a long story. So where to first boss man?"
*Ronin stepped in front of the bucket head, hand outstretched in an offer for an handshake*
"Hi I'm the Doctor, my friends called me Ronin if I had any living friends. May I have your name and what the crazy bitch back there just hired me to do?"
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Mar 27, 2015 8:34:39 GMT -8
Fel stopped, cut off by the Doctor and his abrupt manner. He wasn't used to closeness or trust of any kind outside of his crew, and that trust was hard-won. It had been the better part of nine months since he had seen any of his friends, and the time since then had been filled with all manner of shit he'd rather forget: torture, pain, imprisonment, coercion, disease. He stood silent for several long seconds, before taking the Doctor's hand.
I'm going to be straight with you, Ronin. It's been a long time since I granted anyone access to my life. I have a lot of names. Some are serial numbers, some are aliases, and even my 'real name,' -- the one I've been using for close to 18 years -- is a lie. Truth be told, I don't trust you enough to give you my name, and there isn't enough of me left to even know who I am anymore. I'm a Pawn. I'm Surplus. You can call me what you like. As for what Makai hired you to do, your guess is as good as mine. Ain't no pay in these jobs. Just the promise of more to come, and the hope that they don't use the leverage they have on you to end it all. I'm here to do the job. Nothing more. And I'm not going to tell you what the job is. That's need-to-know. You cover my ass, I'll see to it you get off this rock at the end of it. You die, I'll try not to get your blood on my boots.
Fel paused. Had he really lost so much of his humanity? Mebbe so.
As for 'where to?' Somewhere quiet, dark and forgettable we can kill six hours in silence, preferably. I'm open to ideas.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Mar 27, 2015 11:17:09 GMT -8
*The emotionless mask before Ronin seemed to mirror himself. Bucket head's words seemed to come straight from his own story. Ronin rarely had time to get close to anyone, nor did he have much of an urge. Everyone he had been close to, his own inner circle were all dead or gone. Ronin held the gloved hand firm and spoke; his words not as soft and full of light hearted energy*
"Than I'll not beat around the bush with you, this for the time being is business, but I'm not without my respects. I'll call you by whatever name you wish, be it a number, or a nickname. I'm not unfamiliar with what you're talking about."
*Ronin let go and motioned for bucket head to follow to where he had parked the X-34 Landspeeder. On the way he continued speaking.*
"Cover my six and I'll cover yours bud. I wasn't hired for just my medical skills."
*As they approached the speeder Ronin could see a pair of figures messing around with it as of they were trying to hot wire it.*
"Just me luck, hang back soldier I have this."
*Ronin approached the two, his mannerisms changing to that of a drunkerd. His steps became erratic and he swayed; his speech slurred.*
"Heeyyyy booyyysss...what are youuu doing to myyy speedeeerrr!"
*The pair shot up from their hunkered positions pulling knives. Their alarm quickly left as they realized the owner was heavily drunk and of no threat. Ronin stumbled forward catching himself on the tallest of the two, his left hand upon the thief's shoulder.*
"Why don't I just give you the keys, would that be easier? It was a present from my recent ex wife...the wh0*€ left me for her fitness instructor"
*The pair could believe their luck tonight, a speeder with no damage would bring them alot more money. So like hungry children they nodded their heads and held hands out. Ronin pushed himself off patting himself down for his keys as if he had forgotten where he had put them. With his right hand patting his back pocket Ronin grabbed the slug thrower, his left hand patting his right breast pocket. Without much warning Ronin sipped his left hand out and to the left, the hidden wrist blade shooting out in time to rip the throat out of another victim. The slug thrower was out in a flash as the blade had shot from its hiding place. Trigger pulled, the second thief was thrown back with a round having ripped through his abdomen, and out his back. The man was dead before he hit the ground.*
*Ronin was glad he kept the surpressor on most of the time or the noise would have made alot of noise. Looking around Ronin saw nor felt any witnesses. That was good enough for him, just another pair of criminals who f•£ked with the wrong guy found in the morning. Hopping in the speeder, and returning his weapons back to their rightful locations, Ronin motioned for bucket head to get in.*
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Apr 1, 2015 14:17:18 GMT -8
Fel filed the offer / request to 'cover his six, he'll cover mine' under the hastily-assembled category "If It Suits Me." There was a lot that played into that summation. Would this Ronin actually cover Fel? Take a bullet for him? --Only time would tell. Was this Ronin as much of an opportunist as Fel? If so, the relationship would eventually sour, no doubts. There was only room for one Captain in Fel's mind. If this one eventually challenged, Fel would drop him like excess ballast. Was he someone Fel could actually beat in a fair (or slightly unfair) fight? Time came that was put to the test, Fel didn't want the deck stacked against him. Was he of a like mind? Fel didn't want any idealogues shipping out with him. No crusaders, either. Ain't no time nor place for damn fool idealists. Not anymore. Saving babies and kitty-cats was for folks who weren't dying of an incurable disease.
Still, Fel waited when Ronin told him he'd handle the would-be thieves, and he waited a few dozen paces back, blaster ready. Ready to down one of the perps, if Ronin wasn't up to the task (a good test...) and ready to drop Ronin himself in case he decided now was the moment to assert himself (another good test.)
Melia's reply and dossier file came across as Ronin made his way drunkenly to the speeder. Fel opened it. "Ronin Matango, Republic Supreme Chancellor (ret.,) Clan Leader of a black ops group called The Clan (inactive), former despot of Bakura, Honoghr. Former Doctor of the (RDMC,) father of Reko Almansor, brother to Sasha Almansor (KIA, MIA.) Interrogator, black ops Cmdr. for the Iron Fists (inactive.) Known associates: Raan Jade, Vyra Jade. Fought against Vong forces, did work for Empress Tenith. Known Force-sensitive. Potentium teachings. Holds no allegiance to jedi or sith, thinking both religious extremists."
He watched the Doctor/Forcie/Operative/Politician dispatch the brigands with ease. Hmph. Maybe not as quick as Wade, not as deadly as Liya, or as brutally efficient as Jace, but there were elements of them all in his approach and style.
When it was all over, he slowly holstered the DL-22, stepped over the bodies that lay in his path, and sat in the passenger seat of the speeder.
Let's go, Doctor.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Apr 2, 2015 14:18:25 GMT -8
*Ronin began driving down one road and another. Several minutes went by before Ronin spoke up.*
"So Captain, how did you get here? Wife and kids back home maybe?"
*Ronin wanted to break up the silence, the radio was quickly turned off after news of the treacherous president and how he was killed came on the radio.*
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Apr 4, 2015 5:01:46 GMT -8
Fel was cramped in the front seat of the speeder, the armor making things difficult, so he removed the helmet for the first time in the man's presence. His gaunt face was framed by a full beard, his knotted, messy hair untouched in months, and the beard hid deep hollows in his cheeks and dark circles under his sunken eyes, but could not conceal the scars that cris-crossed his visage, nor could it disguise the two different-colored eyes, and the scars surrounding his right eye, like the marks at 3, 6, 9 and 12 o'clock on an analog clock. He appeared at least fifteen years older than his 37 or 38 years would suggest. Tired, sick and ill-at-ease. He didn't look at Ronin, but answered him his question. There was no hint of sarcasm, but to look at the man, any fool could tell he was lying. Or maybe the question was so ludicrous to the spacer that there was no other way to answer it. Oh yeah doc, I've got nine kids to take care of back in the 'burbs. Three wives, too. White picket fence, the whole nine yards. I could talk all day long about Jimmy, Rika, Wes, Janna, Raha, L'wren, Tianna, Nathan and little Bobby... he trails offSo where you taking us, Chancellor? Keep us close to the 300-district, it'd be best if we were a short hop from the meet later on...
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Post by Atia on Apr 4, 2015 5:05:04 GMT -8
Meanwhile...
Chaos started to reign.
It started with small groups gathering in pubs. The Holo showed nothing but the presidential killing. Theories, released footages.
See, corulag intelligence had drifting ideas of what happened. For one, there was some kind of group that came out of nowhere with supposed papers of arrest. No backup for those papers were found later on, no word from republic central goverment about any kind of arrest warrant. This made the republic sympatysers angry, so they slowly started to gather. There were argument fights and hashtag bombing on social medias, and outrage was great. Then, reports of unrest. A barfight outside a pub between republic and imperial sympathysers lead to two dead. This got more people in the streets. They were not gathering in bars anymore, they were gathering in parks and in front of govermental buildings. Soon, everywhere in the central city there were either angry civilians or fully riotgeared police, milicia and at some places army.
And the Spaceports were closed down.
Then, the Goverment, now lead by the Vice President, tried containment. The smaller pockets of people were being disbursed either by being pushed away from the central city, or by actual police assault while other elements attempted to keep the two sides of the political extremes away from eachother. They failed. In front of the Corulag Senate, a fight between thousands of civilians broke out, police mixed in, and mayhem took over.
On the positive side, the outskirts were deserted like ghosttowns, especially the warehouse designated for a special kind of deal...
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Apr 4, 2015 6:49:27 GMT -8
*Ronin chuckled as the stories bucket head was feeding him; at least he had gotten him to talk. The captain's face on the other hand made him look very sickly, what he may have Ronin hadn't a clue. In light of the joke the captain had given Ronin retorted in a light hearted manner.*
"Yea I definitely see you going port to port spreading your wild oats there Captain."
*Ronin continued to chuckle*
"Yea and I just staged a large scale coup killing the president!!"
*At this time Ronin received a call, answering it he found it to be his senate buddy informing him of the riots, the civil war of sorts that had arisin and how the Republic was sending in troops to qual the riots. Ronin also was informed of how the space ports were on lock down. Ronin nodded the whole time.*
=So if I wanted to get off world what codes do i need, you know the hall pass we would give important political figures and scientists to get then off world.=
*The senator transfered the numbers which had a one time use to Ronin*
=Ok thanks bud, take care of yourself and tell the wife I'm sorry I couldn't stop by for a visit, another time maybe; you know how business goes=
*Ronin hung up and glanced over to the Captain*
"Well good news and bad news Captain. Bad news due to mass violence and riots this planet is going to hell in a hand basket. The Republic is sending troops in to clean shit up. Good news I have friends in high places who is able to get us off planet with no questions asked. So how about we get to this meeting place, do our business and get the hell off planet side!"
*Ronin aimed them at the meeting spot and cranked up the speed*
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Apr 6, 2015 18:44:39 GMT -8
Fel frowned at the news coming at him. This hand could be played several ways. Ultimately, though he didn't want to freely admit it, Melia would have to weigh in on the nature of this decision. After all, she was 'security.'
I'll take it under advisement, Doctor. Might be my employers don't fancy the kind of red flags that 'friends in high places' can occasionally raise. Might be we take your friends up on the offer, might be we make like civvies and take a transport off-world, when things open up. S'ppose it all depends on how fast the string-pullers want us to get a move on.
he shrugged
Bigger fish to fry now. We get there, you follow my lead. Try not to think too much. That can be dangerous.
Fel pulled the DL-22, and primed the blaster. Sliding it back into the oiled leather, he said a few words that might have been a prayer but was more likely 'by the three suns, don't let me kark this up...'
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