Damron Blue
The Organization
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Affiliation: Who's got the booze?
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Post by Damron Blue on Mar 23, 2019 20:48:31 GMT -8
Damron sat with no argument. He was far too busy trying to find a way out of this that didn't mean ending up jettisoned into space. But the very first statement from Vao's mouth but a smirk on the Zeltron's face. And he knew that if he wanted to keep his hide, he'd need to play on his feet.
Well, first off, you flatter me. I suppose I did get a little greedy, but I can certainly respect a man who can keep track of his books so well. Most people in your position hand wave such things off. But you, sir, are cut from a different cloth. As far as what I've got to say for myself? If you'd be interested, take it as an audition or resume... I don't know which your band does. No offence, but your digital security is child's play to what I'm used to going up against.
Damron was talking fast and sweating even faster as he tried to make his way through this. Though he had taken notice of the wet bar and if the body guards didn't stop him he'd attempt to make his way over to it and 'casually' peruse the selection as he continued talking.
Let me work off what I owe you, and if you find yourself still in need of my services I'd be happy for a steady paycheck. Whaddaya say, Mr. Vao? Am I hired? Let's seal it with a toast.
He had made a selection from the bar. One of the cheaper drinks, but still rather strong and had poured himself a glass and one for Vao.
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Jerrak Vao
The Organization
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Affiliation: Bounty Hunter's Guild
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 24, 2019 9:34:15 GMT -8
Listening to the armored man before him speak, Vao couldn't help but smirk. He was a fast talker. And he knew exactly what buttons to push to butter someone up into thinking hiring him was their idea to begin with. Vao had seen the type before. Slippery fingers and a fast tongue. And depending on how good you were with either one, determined how well you did in this line of work. Watching Damron move towards the bar, Belruk and Lohar made a move towards him, but Vao motioned for them to stay put. This man was not a physical threat to them. A financial one, perhaps, but wasn't the type to harm another. As the armored man poured himself and Vao a drink, Vao chuckled loudly. Pushing away from the desk, he rose to his feet and made his way over to the bar.
"Ya know, yer quite the smooth talker, kid."
Clapping a meaty hand onto the man's shoulder, Vao chuckled again.
"Two things, before I agree to anything. One; yer gonna upgrade me digital security, free of charge. Consider that pay back fer the funds ya skimmed. And second, yer about to meet someone who might have more interest in yer skillset than I do. In that case, you'll be employed for them, contracted under me. Clear?"
Taking the drink, Vao downed it, set the glass back on the bar and made his way back over to his desk, seating himself, while allowing Damron a
moment or two to think.
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Damron Blue
The Organization
Posts: 51
Affiliation: Who's got the booze?
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Post by Damron Blue on Mar 26, 2019 10:56:47 GMT -8
After a moment (mostly to deploy his emergency-induction-port) Damron downed his own glass and made his helmet more transparent, so his face was visible. Damron moved over to the desk and extended a hand.
Sounds like a deal only a fool would pass up. When do I start?
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Jerrak Vao
The Organization
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Affiliation: Bounty Hunter's Guild
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 26, 2019 16:42:03 GMT -8
Taking note of how quickly Damron downed his drink, Vao also noticed the pale, lavender hued skin visible through the helmet's visor. A Zeltron? Almost surprising, had Vao not employed several of them in various positions throughout his Emporium and elsewhere. Holding a hand up to signal Damron to slow down a bit, he then motioned for the Zeltron to sit.
"Slow yer role, kid. While I appreciate yer enthusiastic approach, we ain't quite finished yet..."
Trailing off, Vao keyed up the holo-projector on his desk. Automatically, the lights within his office dimmed as the projector sprang to life. A smartly dressed, seemingly human male appeared, holding a glass in his left hand and a lit cigarette between his index and middle finger on his right hand. Piercing blue eyes peered down upon both of them...
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 26, 2019 16:49:02 GMT -8
Appearing in Vao's office of the Emporium, dressed in his usual attire of a black suit jacket, white button down shirt, black dress pants and immaculately polished, pointed dress shoes, The Illusionist took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly.
Mr. Vao. Have you managed to make any head way into the assignment I have given you?
Because Vao's Emporium was on Skip Seven, he already knew what this was about. A skilled Zeltronian hacker that would make an excellent addition to the Organization's ranks. One Damron Blue. But before he dove into that topic, he needed a status report on locating any of The Organization's former agents. And, something new had come to his attention, and Vao's mercenary company was the best outfitted for the job for the time being. But, one thing at a time.
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Jerrak Vao
The Organization
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Affiliation: Bounty Hunter's Guild
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 26, 2019 16:54:52 GMT -8
Not expecting The Illusionist to cut directly to the chase, Vao shook his head.
"Ah...not yet. I've put all me sources on it. When something turns up, you'll know..."
Trying to avoid the possibility for a berating from his employer, he quickly changed the subject.
"Wanted ta introduce ya ta Damron Blue, the highly skilled hacker who has been skimming from the Emporium...figured ya might have a job for 'im?"
Hopefully taking the bait, Vao would discuss his slow progress with The Illusionist later, in private. Belruk and Lohar were still present in the office and they didn't need to see him being berated for a job he hadn't even told the company about yet.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 26, 2019 17:31:09 GMT -8
Swirling the contents of his glass around for a moment, eyeing the Twi'lek thoughtfully, The Illusionist took a swig from his glass and inclined his head.
We will discuss your liberal interpretation of the mission parameters later...
Shifting to face the armored Zeltron, he spoke.
Damron Blue. Zeltron male. Exceptional hacker and computer slicer. Wanted on several core worlds for fraud, embezzlement and theft. Yes, I am quite aware of who our mysterious hacker is. Tell me, Mr. Blue; what would it take to ensure your loyalty? While I have no doubt of skill set, I am curious as to what it would take to ensure you remain loyal to Mr. Vao...
Taking another drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, thoughtfully watching the armored Zeltron.
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Damron Blue
The Organization
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Affiliation: Who's got the booze?
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Post by Damron Blue on Mar 27, 2019 8:59:24 GMT -8
Damron's eyes shifted between Vao and the Illusionist as the talked. Normally one that would love to get the scoop on what was happening for leverage, something told the Zeltorn (that thing being base survival instincts) that prying here would not be a good thing. Also, as every ones attention was distracted by the suave human Damron had made his way back over to the bar for a refill. But as he was about to take a sip, he heard a pretty spot on description of himself and his past. But then was asked about loyalty? Really? After taking a long sip through his emergency-induction-port, responded.
I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. But as far as what my loyalty will cost, you no doubt know about my rare condition, a steady supply of medicine would be a nice addition to the paycheck would be a good start, Mr. Handsome.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 27, 2019 18:44:45 GMT -8
Listening to the Zeltron, the Illusionist smirked slightly. Taking another sip from his glass, he spoke again.
Forgive me, Mr. Blue. Where are my manners? You may call me The Illusionist. And I represent an Organization dedicated to the betterment of the galaxy as a whole, not just a specific race or quasi-religious sect. Given your condition, I would like to request a sample of the serum you possess to manage your condition. Once my scientists break down its components, we will be able to mass produce it for you. Aside from that, I would also like you to submit a DNA sample at some point so we can examine your condition and devise a more effective treatment method. Possibly even find a cure?
With his blue gaze scanning over the Zeltron, The Illusionist took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly, still watching Damron and how he responded to orders and how he would react to the news of a potential cure down the road.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2019 19:32:31 GMT -8
A crate being ferried from the docks to a small warehouse managed to conveniently fall from the back of the hover truck that was carrying it. As the crate tumbled and slid, the lid popped open and a metal arm appeared. Pulling itself out of the former ordnance crate, I-F8 rose up to its full height, an imposing 1.8 meters. Scanning the area through red photoceptors, the droid located a terminal, plucked the data plug from its waist and plugged into the local holonet. After a few moments of searching, the droid located its destination and unplugged from the system. Stowing the cable, the droid began walking down the street, trying to look as nondescript as possible. Which was a challenge considering an EG5 Jedi Hunter droid was not a particularly common sight anymore. The armorweave cape that the droid wore, billowed out behind it as it walked through Port Town, intent on finding the Emporium... "Greetings, meatbag, I am I-F8. I seek your meatbag leader, Jerrak Vao." Crude, rude and straight to the point, I-F8 certainly wasn't vert tactful in its interactions with the Rodian. |
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
The Organization
Machines got ta talkin'. I got ta listenin'. Ever since then, I've been fixin'.
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Mar 27, 2019 19:52:34 GMT -8
Reaching the Emporium was actually much easier than expected. Being the largest building on the outskirts of Port Town also helped too. Stepping into the building's Night Club entrance, Castle waved to the bouncer and called out to him."Oklar! Been a while, eh?"The Nikto grinned and clapped him on the shoulder."Castle! You runt! Been keeping out of trouble lately?"Flashing the Nikto a lopsided grin, Castle rebutted."Well, if I'm standing here, then clearly I'm not in trouble."Tossing his duffel bag off to the side, he continued."Honestly, Jerrak of all people, gave me a shout a while ago. Said something 'bout a good paying job and the fact that his Emporium was up and running again."Shrugging, Castle pointed to his bag."Jerrak also said he had a room for me. You mind looking after that for me?"Shaking his head, the Nikto shouted a response as the young Corellian entered the club. Whatever the response was, it was drowned out by the music that was currently playing...
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Damron Blue
The Organization
Posts: 51
Affiliation: Who's got the booze?
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Post by Damron Blue on Mar 27, 2019 21:21:10 GMT -8
Listening to the Zeltron, the Illusionist smirked slightly. Taking another sip from his glass, he spoke again.Forgive me, Mr. Blue. Where are my manners? You may call me The Illusionist. And I represent an Organization dedicated to the betterment of the galaxy as a whole, not just a specific race or quasi-religious sect. Given your condition, I would like to request a sample of the serum you possess to manage your condition. Once my scientists break down its components, we will be able to mass produce it for you. Aside from that, I would also like you to submit a DNA sample at some point so we can examine your condition and devise a more effective treatment method. Possibly even find a cure?With his blue gaze scanning over the Zeltron, The Illusionist took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly, still watching Damron and how he responded to orders and how he would react to the news of a potential cure down the road. |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 28, 2019 6:33:01 GMT -8
Watching the Zeltron process the information, the news of a potential cure certainly was a tender subject for him. And not surprising, either. The aggressive motions were surprising, though not unwarranted. Not many could claim to cure something as complex and as rare as the affliction that currently plagued Mr. Blue. With a light chuckle and another drag on his cigarette, The Illusionist exhaled slowly and replied to Damron.
Mr. Blue, your accusations ring hollow, here. My Organization is dedicated to bettering the life of all beings within the galaxy, not just the wealthy one percentile. Science and information have always been the best offense for such an ambitious undertaking. And we are no different. Some of the best minds in the galaxy are under my employ. Trust me when I say, you will have a cure. Such things do not happen overnight, however. And given you are the only one afflicted by such a curious ailment, it could prove time consuming to cure. But I will devote resources and people to finding a cure, on that you can be certain.
Watching the armored Zeltron for a few moments longer, The Illusionist turned about and seated himself in a chair. Snuffing out his cigarette, he set his glass down on the arm and steeped his fingers together.
Provided that settles that matter for the time being, I have a job for your mercenaries, Mr. Vao.
Alongside the image of The Illusionist, another image sprang to life. The frigid world of Hoth appeared.
A recovery beacon from Anemoi Station on Hoth has begun pinging our network. Under my predecessor, the station made several discoveries and were experimenting on local wildlife. Testing adaptability, endurance to adverse weather among other things, the station abruptly went silent. A team was sent in to investigate and recover any data remaining, however they too, disappeared. And this was before my predecessor disappeared. Since then, the station has been quiet for the last twenty four months. Given the extreme cold of Hoth, we don't expect anything living to have survived this long. However, the data stored there could be invaluable to continuing our research elsewhere. Your job is this. Gather a team, head to Hoth and recover anything you can. While there, you will need to re-establish the station's connection to our network. Once finished, contact me above the planet and the station will be remotely detonated to ensure any remaining data is purged properly.
Anemoi Station was home to Project Athena as well as another rather startling discovery. If anything could be recovered from the station and the project, it could be restarted elsewhere at a later date. Though Vao would need to configure his team accordingly. Mr. Blue services would definitely be required. Especially if they wanted to reconnect the station to The Organization's new network.
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Damron Blue
The Organization
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Affiliation: Who's got the booze?
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Post by Damron Blue on Mar 28, 2019 14:09:47 GMT -8
I apologize for my outburst, I had never even considered the option of a cure in my wildest dreams. And if you are willing to help me with such a heavy burden, the least I can do is to return the favor.
That was the last Damron had to say on the matter. Upping the opaqueness of his helmet again, so as to hide his somber state. He moved back and waited by the bar, sipping on a fresh drink much slower than he had been on the previous drinks. While he waited to be assigned, he opened up his wrist data pad and began work on upgrading the digital security of the Emporium.
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Jerrak Vao
The Organization
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Affiliation: Bounty Hunter's Guild
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Apr 4, 2019 18:44:51 GMT -8
Vao nodded as he listened. Hoth. Data Recovery. Easy enough. Now, all he had to do was select the proper team and bring Blue with him. Knowing who he'd need already, Vao spoke to the hologram of The Illusionist.
"Straightforward enough. I'll get a team prepped. Dust-off in 45 minutes."
As the hologram disappeared, Vao looked to Blue.
"Hope you brought yer thermal undies, kid. Looks like yer on fer a field trip. Belruk. Grab Bralor, Oncar, Sindo, Son-Tir and Forlok. Get the Valor prepped and gear up. We're heading to Hoth. Lohar, yer holding down the fort with Sulron this round."
Watching as the two mercs in the room nodded, holstered their weapons and left, Vao pushed his chair back and rose to his feet. Stretching and yawning, he sighed. Time to get his gear together so he could accompany the team to Hoth.
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Damron Blue
The Organization
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Post by Damron Blue on Apr 10, 2019 6:45:28 GMT -8
Damron audibly sighed and shrugged.
This thing is supposed to be climate controlled, but I'm sure Hoth will have something to say about that.
Hoth huh? And to get an old and out dated facility hooked back up to the network that had no doubt been updated several times since the base went offline. Should be easy. Provided the mercs could keep his back clear.
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Jerrak Vao
The Organization
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Apr 15, 2019 10:25:42 GMT -8
A crate being ferried from the docks to a small warehouse managed to conveniently fall from the back of the hover truck that was carrying it. As the crate tumbled and slid, the lid popped open and a metal arm appeared. Pulling itself out of the former ordnance crate, I-F8 rose up to its full height, an imposing 1.8 meters. Scanning the area through red photoceptors, the droid located a terminal, plucked the data plug from its waist and plugged into the local holonet. After a few moments of searching, the droid located its destination and unplugged from the system. Stowing the cable, the droid began walking down the street, trying to look as nondescript as possible. Which was a challenge considering an EG5 Jedi Hunter droid was not a particularly common sight anymore. The armorweave cape that the droid wore, billowed out behind it as it walked through Port Town, intent on finding the Emporium... "Greetings, meatbag, I am I-F8. I seek your meatbag leader, Jerrak Vao." Crude, rude and straight to the point, I-F8 certainly wasn't vert tactful in its interactions with the Rodian. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2020 17:21:52 GMT -8
Walker had found himself in a bar that everyone he had overheard in Port Town talked about and he was impressed with the entire setup. He could get used to a scene such as this. He walked over to the bartender and ordered a drink.
"I'll have the cheapest whiskey you got."
Walker liked cheap whiskey, but preferred more expensive whiskey. He however couldn't afford something like that until he found a good paying job. At this point Walker was really picky, and remembered that the Sector Ranger said that he would be able to find work at Port Town. He hoped that he would find a decent paying one. Walker had decided to ask the bartender if they knew of any jobs that required his skill set after he had a drink.
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Jerrak Vao
The Organization
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Jan 25, 2020 22:55:06 GMT -8
Walker had found himself in a bar that everyone he had overheard in Port Town talked about and he was impressed with the entire setup. He could get used to a scene such as this. He walked over to the bartender and ordered a drink."I'll have the cheapest whiskey you got."Walker liked cheap whiskey, but preferred more expensive whiskey. He however couldn't afford something like that until he found a good paying job. At this point Walker was really picky, and remembered that the Sector Ranger said that he would be able to find work at Port Town. He hoped that he would find a decent paying one. Walker had decided to ask the bartender if they knew of any jobs that required his skill set after he had a drink. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2020 13:06:55 GMT -8
Walker took the glass of whiskey and brought it up to his nose and inhaled. He had to admit that it didn't smell the greatest, but it couldn't taste as bad as it smelled. So Walker downed the whole glass and placed it on the counter. The taste wasn't the greatest either, but it wasn't the worst glass of whiskey he ever had.
"It wasn't the worst glass of whiskey, I've ever had. It wasn't the best either, I'll have another."
Walker paused and waited for the Trandoshan bartender to fetch him another glass, before asking about opportunities for work, that suited a man of his skill set.
"Any word on work for a guy like me?"
Walker rubbed his beard as he waited for his drink and an answer to his question about potential work. He really needed something to shoot, as its been to long since he had a good fight and the bar brawl on Myrkr didn't count, at least not to Walker as it was to easy to kill the thugs that attacked him.
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