Jerrak Vao
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Feb 20, 2020 17:09:47 GMT -8
With a hissing chuckle, the Trandoshan shrugged and poured another drink for the man. Sliding it down the bar towards Walker, the Trandoshan tossed a question at the man before answering his.
"Depends on th' line o' work yer lookin' fer."
Pouring several more orders while he waited for the new customer to reply, Grimm still kept at least part of his attention focused on the man.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2020 19:08:08 GMT -8
Walker down his drink and looked at the Trandoshan and proceeded to answer the lizard's question about the line of work he was interested in.
"The kind of work that takes a specific set of skills. Hopefully work that throws a man into the thick of it with nothing but a blaster and a knife to get oneself out of it."
Walker tried to as subtle as he could without coming straight and saying that he was looking for mercenary work, as he didn't yet know who the lizard answered to. Walker knew that being vague and subtle might get him a meeting with the lizard's boss or at least someone who could provide work for him.
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Jerrak Vao
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 2, 2020 21:25:15 GMT -8
The Trandoshan pondered the man's response for a moment. Being as connected as he was, he knew that his boss, Jerrak Vao, might be looking for a man of that particular skill set.
"Aye. I know of th' werk yer talkn' about. Me boss may 'ave somethin' fer ya. His office is 'round back."
The Trandoshan jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the large neon signs that directed patrons into the store side of the emporium.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2020 17:08:12 GMT -8
Walker nodded and stepped away from the bar and walked over where the Trandoshan bartender had pointed out. He walked below one of the large neon signs and entered the store side of the emporium. Walker stopped and looked around at all of the different patrons that were in this part of the emporium and wondered what kind of man the Trandoshan's boss was. Walker then continued to make his way to the Office that the bartender had pointed out, until Walker was standing outside of the it and he knocked on the close door and waited for a reply.
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Jerrak Vao
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 21, 2020 20:01:23 GMT -8
Vao's Emporium - Vao's Office The knock at the door alerted the Twi'lek to his guest. Someone looking for hands on types of work. And seemingly talented, if Grimm was to be believed."C'mon in"The Twi'lek hollered out to the closed door. Rising up to his feet, the Twi'lek pulled his glasses off and set them on the desk, while straightening his attire out to look somewhat presentable. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2020 13:02:05 GMT -8
Walker entered the room and eyed the old Twi'lek. Walker smirked and stepped forward towards the geezer and greeted him.
"Hello, I heard you have work for someone with my talents."
Walker pulled out the datapad that he received back on Myrkr, from the Sector Ranger who helped him avoid capture. He hoped that this man did have some work as Walker was inching to fight. He never felt more at ease then when he was on the battlefield, and all of the down time was annoying at least to him. Some people have said that Walker was born to wage war and that he must have been born on the battlefield.
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Jerrak Vao
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 22, 2020 16:38:20 GMT -8
Extending a gloved hand to firmly clasp the newcomer's hand, Vao nodded.
"Ya hear right, kid. Name's Jerrak Vao. And you are?"
Pleasantries and introductions in this line of business were important, even if a bit tedious. But, given who his employer was, names were important. And the information associated to those names, even more so.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2020 18:30:43 GMT -8
Walker extended his hand and meet the Twi'lek's. Walker smirked again and then proceeded to introduce himself to the old man.
"Name's Ryan Walker, but everyone calls me Walker."
Walker handed the Twi'lek the datapad that he was holding in his other hand. Walker wondered if there was something on it that would show who sent him, even if it didn't it would show how Walker found out about this place.
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Jerrak Vao
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 22, 2020 19:32:30 GMT -8
Vao accepted the datapad and motioned Walker over to the holo-projector that was behind the desk.
"Ryan Walker, eh? Former Galactic Alliance trooper, transferred to SpecOps, Ryan Walker? I've 'eard of yer exploits..."
Vao eyed the man before him for a few moments. If this was the very same man he had heard of, then The Illusionist was gaining a highly skilled, hyper-lethal operator. It all would depend on if Walker wanted to join them. Taking the datapad and inserting it into the base of the holo-projector, the lights automatically dimmed as the projector warmed...
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 22, 2020 19:38:35 GMT -8
As the projector warmed, within Vao's office, a larger than life image, blue hued image of The Illusionist appeared before the two men. Smartly dressed in a white spider-silk shirt, black double breasted suit jacket and black slacks, the man was holding a glass in his right hand, with a lit cigarette held between his index and middle finger.
Lieutenant Ryan Walker. I see my agents on Myrkr were able to get you off-world with little trouble. Good. A pleasure to finally meet you.
Setting his drink down on an out of projection table, he took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly, allowing his piercing blue eyes to scan over the man before him, and allowing the man a moment to speak before he continued.
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Jerrak Vao
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 22, 2020 19:49:45 GMT -8
Continued from here... (Taking place prior to Walker's hiring) Vao chuckled at the Zeltron's statement. Normally, Aedon's attitude towards Force Users was frowned upon, however in this instance, it was actually working in his favor. And he would soon understand why. Leading the Zeltron through the storefront side of the Emporium and down a well-lit corridor, he entered his office."Can I get ya anything? Glass o' scotch, mayhaps?"Being cordial to those he respected was commonplace. And even though he was about to 'throw Aedon to the wolves' in a sense, he still respected the Zeltron a great deal. Moving to the liquor cabinet off to the right of the wroshyyr wood desk that was facing them, he pulled out a vintage Corellian Scotch, aged sixty years. Pouring three fingers in two glasses apiece, he placed the bottle down and plucked up both glasses and brought one to Aedon. Motioning for him to sit in the chairs before the desk, Vao perched himself on the desk and waited for the inevitable question that was no doubt, brewing within the young Zeltron's mind. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2020 20:09:22 GMT -8
Walker watched as a blue hued image of a well dressed man appeared. Walker smirked yet again, he really thought that the Twi'lek was the one in charge and it turns out that the geezer is just the middle man. He had not seen that one coming, the smirk then left his face as well dressed man spoke. Walker was a bit surprised that this man knew what his old military rank was. He also was taken back when the man talked about his agents on Myrkr.
"Echuta knew that Ranger was too shady to be legit."
Walker found a seat and took it while staring at the blue hued image of the Sharpe dressed man, before asking a question.
"Not that it changes anything, still need work. And I assume since you know all about me, you know that I'm good at dispatching a certain kind of violence onto people."
Walker sat in the chair and continued to stare at the sharp dressed man and would occasionally look over at the aged Twi'lek.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 22, 2020 21:08:41 GMT -8
Continued from here... (Taking place prior to Walker's hiring) Vao chuckled at the Zeltron's statement. Normally, Aedon's attitude towards Force Users was frowned upon, however in this instance, it was actually working in his favor. And he would soon understand why. Leading the Zeltron through the storefront side of the Emporium and down a well-lit corridor, he entered his office."Can I get ya anything? Glass o' scotch, mayhaps?"Being cordial to those he respected was commonplace. And even though he was about to 'throw Aedon to the wolves' in a sense, he still respected the Zeltron a great deal. Moving to the liquor cabinet off to the right of the wroshyyr wood desk that was facing them, he pulled out a vintage Corellian Scotch, aged sixty years. Pouring three fingers in two glasses apiece, he placed the bottle down and plucked up both glasses and brought one to Aedon. Motioning for him to sit in the chairs before the desk, Vao perched himself on the desk and waited for the inevitable question that was no doubt, brewing within the young Zeltron's mind.
"My thanks for the drink, Jerrak." *Swirling the liquor around in his glass, he allowed the scent to waft up to his nose, taking it in as any true connoisseur would do. The distinctly-woody smell, mixed with the hints of barley and malt, permeated his senses much as a lover caressing his face. This was a truly grand vintage. Taking a nice, long sip, he allowed the liquor to roll over his tongue, swirling in his mouth gently as he slaked it down. It was a good, smooth burn down his throat that gave him a sense of pure joy as he drank it in. Clearing his throat, he continued.* "Well then...as for the bantha in the room...what's 'the job'? That is, if we're actually talking about a 'job' here, and not something else entirely..."
*He wasn't being facetious. Once upon a time, Aedon recalled being approached about his 'opinions' regarding Force users. That Jerrak used similar wording when talking to him about why he was actually here, it triggered that memory in him from years ago. A human male, a bar on Tatooine, and a different lifetime altogether. Still, it all came to mind like it was just yesterday. Hell, that was when he found out that he actually had a brother, of all things.* |
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Jerrak Vao
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 23, 2020 9:38:59 GMT -8
Swirling the contents of his glass around, Vao downed the amber liquid in one gulp and halfheartedly chucked. Aedon was a smart man, and he already suspected that this was more than a simple 'job'. He wasn't wrong. This was a recruitment. One that Vao had personally gone out on a limb to set into motion. Setting the scotch glass down on the desk, he looked at Aedon and sighed.
"Yer not wrong, my friend. I apologize 'bout th' misdirection, but twas a necessary measure...there be someone wanting ta meet ya. My current employer. He's lookin' fer skilled an talented individuals. I took th' liberty ta put yer name forward..."
While not one to mince words, and usually all business, for once the silver tongued Twi'lek was struggling to come outright and say what needed to be said. And not for lack of trying, either. He just normally avoided recommending friends and companions for this sort of work. Castle, the young mechanic, was a different matter. While able to fight, he wasn't the type. His skills were directed to repairs and refits on a variety of space craft and repulsor craft. Aedon, however, was a leader. He was quick-witted, silver tongued and shrewd when it came to business dealings. He was loyal, straight forward and stood by his beliefs. And his dislike of Force Users made him an ideal potential recruit into The Organization. Reaching back on to his desk, he keyed the holo-projector behind his desk and turned to Aedon once more.
"Rather than me explainin' how about I let the boss explain..."
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 23, 2020 10:40:54 GMT -8
*Aedon didn't like "reading" his friends; but even he couldn't help but feel the apprehension in his friend's tone. That feeling nagged at him, even as Jerrak attempted to explain himself. Apparently, Aedon was being "considered" for a potential role. One that would likely feed on his dislike of Force-jockeys and draw him deeper into their little "club". It soured the Zeltron's countenance somewhat, but he figured that the least he could do would be to hear Jerrak out. Or, wait...he did just say that his..."boss" would like to talk with him? Since when was Jerrak employed by anyone but himself?*
"Didn't figure you to be the stool-pigeon type, Vao...but I'm willing to hear this out, whatever it is."
*He noticed the holoprojector.*
*Points at the machine* "I'm guessing this is gonna be a 'satellite meeting' then? All right."
*He leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands in front of him while still holding the glass of scotch, letting it rest on his crossed-over leg. This way, he could still appear somewhat-interested, albeit nonchalant.*
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 23, 2020 13:30:24 GMT -8
Walker watched as a blue hued image of a well dressed man appeared. Walker smirked yet again, he really thought that the Twi'lek was the one in charge and it turns out that the geezer is just the middle man. He had not seen that one coming, the smirk then left his face as well dressed man spoke. Walker was a bit surprised that this man knew what his old military rank was. He also was taken back when the man talked about his agents on Myrkr."Echuta knew that Ranger was too shady to be legit."Walker found a seat and took it while staring at the blue hued image of the Sharpe dressed man, before asking a question."Not that it changes anything, still need work. And I assume since you know all about me, you know that I'm good at dispatching a certain kind of violence onto people."Walker sat in the chair and continued to stare at the sharp dressed man and would occasionally look over at the aged Twi'lek. |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 23, 2020 13:39:45 GMT -8
*Aedon didn't like "reading" his friends; but even he couldn't help but feel the apprehension in his friend's tone. That feeling nagged at him, even as Jerrak attempted to explain himself. Apparently, Aedon was being "considered" for a potential role. One that would likely feed on his dislike of Force-jockeys and draw him deeper into their little "club". It soured the Zeltron's countenance somewhat, but he figured that the least he could do would be to hear Jerrak out. Or, wait...he did just say that his..."boss" would like to talk with him? Since when was Jerrak employed by anyone but himself?*
"Didn't figure you to be the stool-pigeon type, Vao...but I'm willing to hear this out, whatever it is."
*He noticed the holoprojector.*
*Points at the machine* "I'm guessing this is gonna be a 'satellite meeting' then? All right."
*He leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands in front of him while still holding the glass of scotch, letting it rest on his crossed-over leg. This way, he could still appear somewhat-interested, albeit nonchalant.* |
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 23, 2020 14:46:26 GMT -8
Shimmering to life, a larger-than-life image of The Illusionist appeared. Dressed in a open collared white spider silk shirt with a double breasted suit jacket over top and black slacks, he was seated in his usual chair. A glass containing some sort of beverage was on the left arm and a lit cigarette was held between the index and middle finger of his right hand. His piercing blue eyes surveyed the room, taking in both Vao and the potential 'new hire' as it were.Mr. Montrose, I am grateful Mr. Vao was able to convince you to come. I represent a conglomerate of businesses and corporations that all seek the same goal. And your exploits with the Smuggler's Ring has caught their attention. So much so that I've taken the liberty to conduct a proper background check on you. Company policy. Comfortable? I would like to discuss a few matters at length with you.Taking a drag on his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, thoughtfully gazing at the Zeltron seated before him.
"I can...respect a person's right to privacy, Mr. Holo-man -- and realize, I mean no disrespect by the moniker; I just didn't get a name in all of that. However, you're asking for a lot of insight into my life. Would you mind terribly if I might garner a bit more information about your...conglomerate, was it? It's just that, I've been on the back hand of another group in my recent past -- I'm sure Jerrak has likely told you. Therefore, I'm leery of getting involved with the same sort of shadow organization. I'm sure you can understand."
*He was certain that he wasn't winning any points with Light Boy up there, but Aedon was never the type to trust easily. Especially when that person couldn't be bothered to be in the same room, where he had an opportunity to actually read him.* |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 23, 2020 15:28:00 GMT -8
Smirking as Aedon quipped back, The Illusionist took another drag off of his cigarette and, while exhaling, snuffed it out in the ashtray on the armrest. Straightening himself a bit, he replied.
I understand, Mr. Montrose. More than you'd imagine. Information is power, especially in my line of work. The lack of information, in nearly any given situation, can result in defeat or even death. And in that instance, I certainly wouldn't want to be the one lacking. I represent several businesses. All of whom wish to remain anonymous. Our conglomerate is recognized as simply 'The Organization'. It's not very enlightening, but it has the fact of being accurate. I have been trusted, by corporate CEO's, politicians alike, to represent their interests to the best of my ability. And while my predecessor did so for a number of years before disappearing, I have taken his place. You may call me the Illusionist.
Pausing for a moment, he took a swig from his glass, the ice cubes clinking against it as it tilted. Setting the glass down, he continued speaking.
In regards to your run-in with the Syndicate, you have my condolences for your losses. Cutthroats with no moral or ethical compasses tend to start and finish things in a rather abrupt and violent manner. Had we been able to predict that this is where they would have fled too when we pushed them off of Coruscant, their occupation of the Skips could have been prevented. Unfortunately, through a spectacular lack of information and several traitors, they had eluded our grasp. Thanks to you and Mr. Vao, that situation was rectified and they were promptly dismantled and eliminated. So, while you many not be eager to trust me, trust that I know exactly how it feels to have everything taken from me in the blink of an eye.
While not one to share his true identity with anyone, save for a few select individuals, there was truth to his story. The fall of The Organization after his predecessor, The Mysterious Man, abruptly vanished, he was left with a once grand, galaxy spanning information network that was in shambles. Loyal agents, good people and even several close acquaintances had been lost in the fall. He was where he was today, because of them. Because he was ambitious, stubborn and unwavering in his beliefs. And while he wasn't in the same room as the Zeltron, hopefully he could relate to some degree. After all, he wouldn't have been selected for recruitment if he wasn't capable. And his track record proved he was more than capable.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 23, 2020 17:00:19 GMT -8
*"The Illusionist"? "The Organization"? What was this, some sort of Benduday-morning holotoon? Aedon half-expected the holoman to don a cloak and wrap it around him like the dastardly villain-type, twirling his mustache and all. Still, Aedon asked the question; the fact that he was getting half-answers was just his annoying reward. So instead, Aedon decided he would start cataloging what he would observe. And, even if the holoprojection was just another bit of smoke and mirrors, he could get his intel from deeper within, if need be.*
*Bringing his own glass of scotch back toward his lips, Aedon took another sip, letting out a satisfied sigh as he did so. He considered his next words carefully, and decided it was a calculated risk, but felt like saying it anyway.*
"I appreciate your condolences, Mr. Magician." *He raised his glass to the holoman* "And I can empathize with you on the state of your own loss, I assure you. If you believe your conglomerate is best served by maintaining their anonymity, I can only be made to assume that there must be some ultimate reasoning above my current understanding for wishing to do so." *He brought his glass back toward him, observing the remaining contents carefully while twisting the glass. Then, his gaze shot back toward "The Illusionist" and locked onto his features with an almost predatory look.* "So, I suppose there were some things you wished to discuss...please, you have the floor, sir."
*He took another calculated sip of the amber liquid, choosing to savor that which remained. He hadn't forgotten how Jerrak shot it all down like some hungry, rabid gundark. That was pure murder to such a distinct vintage as this. Barbaric, even. He shook his head at the thought.*
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