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Post by Kali Helaine on Aug 14, 2015 5:04:12 GMT -8
The immediate danger Kali had found herself in had passed and this was lessening the amount of adrenaline coursing through her system. Now that she was moving away from the homestead and her surroundings were silent it allowed her mind to drift and she finally began to think. She had almost an hours ride ahead of her and her hope was that she would be able to force some memory to the forefront of her mind. To be able to have even the smallest fragment of memory would be a building block.
To say it was all disconcerting was a bold understatement. Without the presence of her memories, her mind had seemed to function on autopilot. It was those most primal aspects of a personality that take the forefront when you abandon conscious thought and reasoning. These are the parts of you that are almost a reflex. When someone behaves toward you in an abhorrent way and your immediate response wants to do or say something awful, but then your conscious thought steps in and tells you to do something completely different. From her some how knowing how to cauterise her wound to her killing the old couple without considering alternatives, these were the very primal aspects of her being guiding her.
As the adrenaline slowed, the less deafening her heartbeat became. She found herself sinking into the seat of the speeder as the fatigue began to hit her just as if she had run into a stone wall. While continuing along the winding country road, she reached over into the bag of supplies beside her and felt the cold hard metal grip of the blaster in her hand; she pulled it from the bag and sat it upon her lap.
Wincing once more she pushed down hard upon her cauterised wound and began to yawn, just as she did so, a crackling caught her unawares, She stares down at the dash with a confused expression narrowing her eyes and wrinkling her brow. As soon as the image of a man appears on the screen, she leans in a little closer and stares open mouthed. His appearance was not the biggest shock, but it was his speaking the name Kali…it sounded so familiar…
For a brief second she just gasped and continued to stare as he spoke….
Congratulations Kali. You have passed the first phase of the selection process. Fly to hangar thirty five. I'll be waiting for you.
Just as she begins to form a response, he speaks again cutting her off before she can even start, by now her mind is racing and causing a mixture of emotions to grow inside her, Anger, confusion, frustration and now she had a being to place it all on.
Take care to wash the blood off your damn hands before you get here. Thanks.
She looked down toward her hands and noticed the blood covering them, she had not even noticed them, and the blood was already drying and becoming sticky and dark. He was right, she would need to wash it off before she got there, were anyone to see her hands it would attract unwanted attention.
Taking an oily rag from the foot well, she emptied some water from a bottle she had placed in the supplies bag on to it and began to rub furiously at her hands, in less than a few minutes it they looked as if they had spent too long under the hood of the speeder instead of covered in arterial spray….
Now turning her thoughts back to the man who had appeared on the screen she began to strain her mind, trying to force something, anything that would tell her who he was….who was he?
There was only one way to find out, she would meet him, if he knew her by name then he would be able to tell her who she was….
40 minutes later.
She pulled up outside hanger thirty five, she was nervous; she could feel her shoulders tensing, her rate increasing as well as her breaths becoming more shallow and frequent. She climbed out of the speeder with her left hand gripping her waist and pressing on the wound and cradling the hand held blaster in her left hand beside her. She stepped inside….
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 15, 2015 4:58:24 GMT -8
Last place wasn't all bad considering she actually survived. Ten were chosen, four remained. How she got so far from her drop zone was another story. Kali was in rough shape, rougher than she should be. What in the hell was with the limp, and...
Her pain flooded his senses as she grew closer. What resistance had she met that could do that to her? Her wounds were numerous and had been bleeding for hours. Healing her was not an option. This pain would be remembered and fuel her power later. He considered inflicting pain as punishment for her tardiness, but there was a sliver of pity for the shamble that got off the speeder clutching a blaster.
Blasters don't cause blood stains. She went full barbarian on whoever she took that speeder from, though at least now her hands were clean..ish.
Hevn steps away from the hangar wall behind Kali. His powerful cybernetic hand seizes her blaster wrist, dragging her toward the wall. His other hand grips the back of her neck, pushing her along without wasting a second. His haste would be startling, and strength equally so.
"Not a word. It's time to leave."
His ship was not far. Twenty steps or so he jerked Kali forward before he darted toward an opening ramp. Up into the ship he took her. Upon boarding they stepped into an open room. Three hooded figures sat on a bench. The hoods quickly shifted toward her, and then whipped more quickly toward Hevn before turning away from them both. They stiffened like boards as soon as Bedrovelse's presence was made. At this point he released her, dropping her rather rudely to her back side so she could see him.
Hevn stands at just over six feet tall. His face, she would know from the speeder. A harsh thing to behold without a screen between them. He wears black combat boots, and military pants. His belt was heavily laden in utilities and weapons of all sorts. Clipped at his right side was the krayt dragon hilt he crafted himself, shining silver and sinister as his signature weapon. At his left was a katana. A white scabbard covered in black webs that seemed to flow fluidly up and down. His torso is narrow until the chest and shoulders where his prosthetic arms attached and made him broader than a humanoid his size should be. His long black coat was covered in elegant design of abstract nature and regal quality. A silk of sorts that raced like mercury rivers from hem to sleeve.
"You four are all that remain of phase one. I have given you a powerful potion that destroys your memories. What you were before I found you is not important. You were repugnant outcasts of force sensitivity from which I snatched the most deviant and able of servants. While all four of you completed phase one simply by not getting arrested or killed, this one is the only one who made sure there were no witnesses."
The furious blizzard of Bedrovelse's gazed lashed the hooded figures, much to their dismay. Venom laced every word he laid toward them.
His rage filled the room. It rushed across every wall, object, and person in the room in a tidal wave. The hooded figures were the direction of his terrible power. Deadly Sight was a power he rarely used due to it's tasking focus. To punish these fools though, it would due to torture them for a few moments.
As Hevn inflicted his rage upon them their skin burned. They groaned and crumpled over, twitching in agony. Not one of them screamed. Over the course of a few seconds they went limp, and their bodies relaxed as their necks slumped over. They were not dead, but now they were in worse shape than Kali for certain.
Hevn turns his icy gaze toward her. Staring down his pointed nose imperiously he crossed his arms. His mouth was flat, void of care or even interest.
"Stand up. Walk to the infirmary. Straight. Patch yourself up. As soon as I get us out of here I will join you."
Hevn marches away. He strides with purpose and haste, though appears comfortable doing so. Habitually in a hurry he turns the corner and gets into the cockpit. He activates the ships stabilizers to keep it steady for Kali. He lifts from the hangar floor, and slowly enters the traffic toward orbit.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Aug 15, 2015 6:00:33 GMT -8
With the blaster held firmly within her right hand, she stepped just a little further into the hanger. The sense of foreboding was overwhelming now and she was forcing her legs to continue forward.
Everything within her being was yelling at her to climb back into the speeder and head as far away from here as she could, but the urge to know what this being knew of her was dominating and it overrode that instinct of flight.
The first time she was aware of the being she had sought out was behind her was when the pain of his grip of her wrist almost buckled her knees. The reflex of the pain was to drop the blaster and this is what happened, the blaster fell to the floor. His grip on her neck caused her head to fall back, resting upon his hand as her face screwed up, she wanted to kick out at him behind her, wanted to bring her leg up and drive her boot into his shin but the speed at with which he was pushing her toward the wall was to fast, had Kali tried, she would have fallen to her feet and it did not take a genius to know that when you are on the floor, you become far more vulnerable.
Hevn “Not a word. It's time to leave."
The tone of his voice made it very clear that now was not the time to argue, nor to defy him, within an instant she could be dead, the aura pulsing from him on served to reinforce her suspicions. The only sounds to pass from her lips were groans of pain, the speed at which he was marching her was causing her wounds to scream in protest.
While her body was screaming in pain, her mind was fighting to figure out a solution, she needed to stop this now, she needed just a moment to think and to flee, she was getting no answers and yet was now completely at the mercy of this beast. She needed to be clever with her plans now, she needed to try and survive long enough to make her escape.
The moment they entered the open room and she saw the hooded figures, she dug in her heels and tried to resist his forced guidance, she was now greatly outnumbered and in no condition to stand a chance of faring well in a fight, her digging in of the heels did nothing, Kali could not even be sure he had registered the protest as his grip did not change, he remained silent until the moment she was thrown to the floor landing painfully upon her bottom. With a small gasp and his of pain again, she grasped her wound and bent over. The warmth told her that his manhandling of her and reopened it once more and she was bleeding again. She looked up toward him with anger upon her face and for the first time she was able to see him clearly, she quickly closed her mouth and bit back the words at which to threaten to fly out of her mouth and express her anger. Her eyes travelled over him and took in the sight before her, he was a mess, it was not just that he badly needed a shower and some freshly laundered clothes, it was more physical than that. He looked like one of the walking dead, part living being, part machine and she could not even begin to comprehend what else. It was extremely intimidating and unnerving. But it was the eyes that drew held her gaze. In theory, they should have been beautiful but there was something there, it was as if his soul was bared for all to see in them and his soul was black, it was dark and sinister and it bread fear within her.
As he begins to speak she listens intently but cannot help but struggle to try and make sense of his words, it was all too much, yes, he was answering all the questions that had been plaguing her for the past 12 hours, but it still made no sense.
Feeling the power that began to emit from him, she dug her heels into the floor and began to push herself back, where she was trying to go or how she thought she could escape him at this point had not even entered into her head, it was more an action of reflex that practicality. She was not scared to admit, she was scared.
As the hooded figures fall to the floor, she looks back at Hevn with her mouth a gasp and gingerly brings herself to her feet and does as he instructs. She briefly turns back to the hooded figures laying limp on the floor and goes in search of the infirmary.
She feels the craft lift and take off as 2 droids begin moving around her, removing her outer clothing in order to treat her many wounds. Covering her arms, legs, chest and abdomen are bruises, cuts, scratches and deeper wounds, none as deep as the one to her waist. The more puzzling thing about these wounds is that some seem very strategic, cut methodically in order to cause an exhausting pain and to hinder movement.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 21:14:16 GMT -8
Enroute to Vreni Island
Arrienne LaGyle, a thirty-six year old native Corellian, mentally breathes a sigh of relief when, after what feels like hours of seeing only the seemingly endless expanse of sea stretching out on all sides of her airspeeder that, dwarfed by the ocean it darts over, has started to feel tiny and fragile, she finally spots Vreni Island ahead of her. A CorSec undercover operative based out of Coronet, Arrienne has suddenly realized just how very much she prefers durasteel and ferrocrete to sea and sky.
Vreni Island is a popular tourist spot, and while Arrienne has heard of the beauty of the forests and beaches to be found on the island, she does not imagine she will have much time to enjoy either. Razmik Grigoryan, a Sector Ranger she has worked with on a few occasions in the past, did not say much about why he has requested that she meet with one of his associates beyond the formality of letting CorSec know that the Rangers are conducting an op on Corellia, but Arrienne knows that Grigoryan is not the type to reach out just to chat, and suspects that he has sent his pal to pump her for any info she might have that could help with his op. They are all on the same side, in Arrienne's opinion, and she hasn't known Grigoryan to pull petty jurisdictional crap like some might in his situation; so if she can help him with what he is up to, Arrienne has no qualms about doing so.
Adjusting her heading as she reaches the island, Arrienne begins taking her speeder down towards a landing pad near the outskirts of the small settlement, and after landing makes her way to the outdoor cafe Razmik asked that she meet his buddy at.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 19:14:58 GMT -8
Vreni Island Starport
The Gladalac, a Nemesis-class patrol ship, sets down in its assigned landing berth, and the vessel's boarding ramp lowers not long afterwards.
First to disembark from the ship, it's repulsorlifts powering down as the co-pilot begins the post-flight checks, is a tall, dark haired male Zelosian. The Zelosian walks to the foot of the boarding ramp and, after a moment spent examining the immediate vicinity and seeing no signs that their arrival is going to be met imminently, calls out, "All clear for now."
Hands resting casually on the grips of the DL--22's holstered low on her hips, a short, flame haired Kage strides down the boarding ramp and tells the Zelosian, "I'll go and watch for any approach, keep your comm handy so you hear the squawk I'll give if it looks like our new buddies are inbound."
Armin, the Zelosian, nods as he leans against a landing strut and waves his comlink in the air once he frees it from his belt, "Got it, Wen."
In the cockpit, Razmik stands from the pilot's seat once he and his co-pilot, a blonde haired Morganian, have completed their post-flight routine, sliding his arm into the sleeve of his duster as he says, "Best you head off now, before our friends arrive, no?"
Alessia, the Morganian, checks her DT-57 before returning to the holster at the small of her back, saying, "Yep. And before you say it, don't worry, I'll do that throw any tails thing before I head for the meet. You be careful here, could be another test like on Ryloth. Sketching a salute, Alessia says, Later," before making her way from the cockpit.
As the rest of the crew waits for the recipients of the cargo they have transported from Ryloth to arrive, Alessia heads into the small town, taking a seemingly random and unplanned route that doubles back upon itself more than once towards the cafe the meet is set to take place in. So long as she has seen no signs of a tail, Alessia will make her way to where Arrienne sits, asking the pre-arranged question, "Pardon me, but you don't happen to know what's playing at the Grand Theater tonight, do you?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 5:10:27 GMT -8
Not long after Alessia has departed, Wen will observe a trio of Klatoonian males heading for the berth her crew's ship had set down in. Though the Klatoonians are all dressed casually, with their weapons concealed beneath loose fitting clothing, a seasoned Sector Ranger is more than likely not able to recognize in the groups body language that they are all previous convicts.
Assuming that Wen merely informs her crewmates of the Klatoonian trio's approach, and does not intercept them, the group will enter the hangar and, with one of their number taking up a position beside the entrance, approach the boarding ramp and wait for the bloke leaning against a landing strut to greet them and set the tone of the exchange they are here to make.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 18:05:49 GMT -8
The cloak and dagger stuff always strikes Arrienne's funny bone, and her amusement is evident in her tone as she gives her half of the super secret code phrase to let Razmik's pal know that everything is five by five, "Torphceris, the tragedy by Pordi zet Chatc. Giving that a second to seep in, Arrienne motions for the seat opposite hers, asking, You feel as silly as me right now? So, Arrienne asks as she lifts her mug of stimcaf and blows on the steaming liquid, what are you and my dear old friend Razmik up to, and how can I help? That is why he's sent you, Arrienne asks with an amused lop-sided grin, right? To ask for our help?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 20:04:00 GMT -8
Alessia, skilled enough in the art of undercover to keep her irritation with Arrienne's apparent glibness, as well as to know that the casual attitude the woman displays towards their craft could very well be entirely affected, smiles a genuine appearing smile and nods with a noncommittal shrug of her shoulders as she says in a bantering tone, "Nothing gets past you, huh? Slouching in her seat and glancing around casually to look for any evidence that they are being observed, Alessia explains, We've managed to infiltrate a criminal organization of an as yet undetermined size based out of Ryloth. Entry level stuff at the moment, transport of cargo we're thinking is drug related from there to here, probably spice. Anything you can tell us about the big criminal players here on the Island would be beneficial, and Razmik wanted to let you know that he's open to the idea of working together with you, sharing any collars and all that." Lifting her hand, palm upwards, Alessia waves it towards Arrienne to mime passing the discussion back over to her.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 16:45:38 GMT -8
Nodding as she laughs at Alessia's opening comment, Arrienne makes a blaster with her right index finger and playfully mimes firing a shot towards the Morganian, "Not much does as a rule, no." Nodding along as she listens to the synopsis, which amusingly sounds like someone is already writing their progress report in their head as they go, Arrienne starts thinking of how she might help Razmik and his people out. Her own beat is decidedly Coronet centric, and Arrienne can't remember hearing much scuttle-butt around the precinct about any kind of drug problem on Vreni Island, meaning that Razmik has either stumbled onto a new operation looking to set up shop, or an old one careful enough to have avoiding making any waves that have caught CorSec attention.
"Ryloth, huh? Arrienne says, leaning back in her seat and pursing her lips contemplatively when Alessia has wrapped up her pitch. Thinking she could reach out to the Jedi, see if they have any boots on the ground on Ryloth they might be willing to reach out to for any intel they have on criminal activity on that planet, Arrienne waves the rhetorical question aside and shrugs apologetically as she says, I haven't heard much about any happenings on Vreni of the criminal variety unfortunately. Doesn't mean there's nothing to hear, of course. I'm plugged into the Coronet scene, not so much the Vreni one if you know what I mean. Luckily for you and Razmik, she goes on with a lop-sided, distinctly Corellian grin, I'm one of those people who know people. Happiest people, ya know? Winking, Arrienne becomes as close to serious as she gets when she leans forward and crosses her arms on the table, saying, I'll reach out to our people here on the island, see what I can turn up and pass it on. The Jedi have a Watchman on Ryloth too, and I can give them a jingle, see if they can rattle the Watchman's chain, learn if they know anything useful and pass that along to you guys. They might also be willing to lend a hand here on the island with surveillance or what not if you're interested. Drumming her fingertips on the table after brushing a chin length blonde curl behind an ear, Arrienne asks, You guys going to be on the island long? We can arrange to meet some place after I make the comms, or I can just send Razzy a holonet message."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 3:09:09 GMT -8
Starport
Having chosen a small convenience and gift shop located near their ship's landing bay to use as her observation point, Wenqian had commed Armin once it was evident that the three Klatoonians were heading for the Gledalac, letting him know that it appeared the exchange was about to occur and describing the Klatoonian's garments and armaments if any were visible.
Armin, for his part, had called out to Razmik that they were about to be on, and was the first to greet the Klatoonians when they entered the hangar, with Razmik waiting aboard the ship out of sight at the top of the boarding ramp and Wenqian moving into a flanking position just outside of the hangar entrance that gave her a clear line of sight on the two Klatoonian's approaching the ship. Lifting his right hand in a wave, which also served the purpose of revealing that he was armed with a DT-57 heavy blaster pistol worn in a shoulder rig, Armin says, "Hey fellas, you wouldn't happen to be here to pick up a delivery from Ryloth would you?"
Cafe
Alessia has no visible reaction to the CorSec agent's news that she does not have any intel on the criminal players on Vreni Island, keeping her mild disappointment that Razmik's source may not be as helpful as he thought to herself as she knows that it is entirely possible that Lagyle's suggestion that the organization she and her fellow Sector Rangers have begun to work is either new or very good at keeping themselves under the radar. Nodding with an arched eyebrow when Arrienne offers to use her contacts with the local Jedi to see if their Order can get in touch with Ryloth's Watcman, Alessia revises her opinion about how useful Razmik's friend will be. Having worked with Jedi in the past on a few occasions, Alessia knows how useful it can often be to have them in the mix.
"We're not sure how long we'll be sticking around yet, Alessia says. It depends on whether or not we're given another delivery to make right away. When we know, we'll send you a message and either set up a meet or just arrange everything that way. Work for you?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 19:41:20 GMT -8
Bizot, the Klatoonian in charge of the group selected to pick up the delivery Razmik's crew is here to make, furrows his heavy brows as he asks Armin, "The frell else would we be here, funny guy? Lifting his arms out at his sides, Bizot asks impatiently, Where is it? Let's get this over with."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 6:02:07 GMT -8
Cafe
"Sure, sure," Arrienne says with a bob of her head after Alessia suggests that they sort out the fine print end of their arrangement when the Rangers have finished up their delivery and, depending on how things go during and after the exchange, know a bit more than they do currently. Drumming her fingers on the side of her glass as she considers the best way to proceed, Arrienne decides that it might be all time managementy to hang around on the island, maybe see about arranging to meet with her CorSec brothers and sisters on Vreni Island to determine what, if anything, they know about the local narcotics players. Meanwhile, Arrienne thinks, she can contact her partner, Dev, to task him with reaching out to the Jedi in Coronet to see if they will be willing to lend the investigation a hand.
"Tell you what, Arrienne says, I'll stick around, do some preliminary leg work. Razmik has my contact info, so just have him gimme a shout when you guys know how things shake out. Dropping a few credits on the table, Arrienne says, Be careful, and winks as she adds with a lop-sided grin, Later."
The odds that she will be recognized here on the island by the local narcotic players are remote, but Arrienne is not one to take any risks, so after returning to where she parked her air speeder to begin the wait to hear from Razmik, she sends a holonet message to a CorSec agent she knows at the island's precinct to request a meet, and then comms Dev to have him head to the Jedi academy.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 13:15:22 GMT -8
Cafe
"Later," echoes Alessia as the CorSec agent takes her leave. Figuring that the rest of her crew will be in the middle of the handoff, and that showing up would be an unwanted interruption, Alessia decides to avail herself of the all too rare opportunity to have a moment of peace by herself. Being undercover means lengthy tours spent almost entirely aboard their ship, with the other crew members in close quarters, and while Alessia gets along well with them, the occasional moment of solitude goes a long way.
Hailing a server, Alessia orders herself a cup of tea and a muffin to enjoy while waiting to rejoin her crewmates.
Starport
Grinning, more amused than intimidated by the Klatoonian's gruffness, Armin nods and says, "You're right, you're right. A little civility never hurts though, you know? We may be criminal scu . . ."
Exiting the ship, the hoversled with the shipment in front of him, Razmik stops beside Armin and interrupts him in his refined Coruscanti accent, "Now, now, let's watch what we say. Never know who might be listening, loose lips, and so on and so forth, right? Addressing the Klatoonian, Razmik pats the crate in the hoverseld and says, Here you are. Lifting an index finger, he says, Though I believe we need to discuss payment before proceeding, no?"
Beside Razmik, Armin, still leaning casually against a boarding ramp strut even though he is tensed to spring into action if things seem to be going off the rails, nods sagely in agreement to Razmik's suggestion. Though he spots Wenqian moving into a flanking position outside the doors, Armin keeps his eyes on the lead Klatoonian to keep from tipping him off about the fact he and Razmik are not alone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2016 23:11:20 GMT -8
Starport
Bizot, brow crinkled as he watches Razmik's antics with an unamused expression, rubs his forehead when the comedic speechifying finally ends, and then sighs before saying, "Your payment is not my problem. That's between you and the worm-head that hired you. You can read, right? Go and re-read those instructions you got when you took this job. Make the delivery, report in, then get paid. Now, if we're all back to reading from the same script, why don't you give us our stuff so we can get on our way and you can report in and get paid."
Beach
Hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat, Durante Sartori, the CorSec officer from the organized crime unit on Vreni Island, walks towards a bench looking out onto the ocean and sits to wait for LaGyle to arrive so that he can give her what intel his unit has on the narcotics scene on the Island. Sartori does not look particularly happy to be on the beach, beautiful as it is, due to the fact that he has little to offer his fellow CorSec officer in the way of intel, and the woman has a reputation for not holding her notoriously sharp tongue in check no matter who her audience is. It isn't, Sartori grouses to himself as he considers padding his razor thin report somehow, like it's his fault that whoever is behind the narcotics trade on the island is so good at keeping their business under wraps. By confining themselves to high end clientele such as the resort attracts, offering only high quality uncut products, and avoiding any violent turf scuffles the outfit moving spice on the island has been able to avoid exposure that would give CorSec an opening to exploit. Sighing as he reminds himself that he's only be helping the bad guys by jerking LaGyle and the Sector Rangers she is helping out around, Sartori decides to just be upfront about the fact he and the organized crime unit have not met with much success where identifying and bringing the narcotics dealers to justice on the island is concerned.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 14:16:55 GMT -8
Beach
Dropping onto the bench after exchanging the super secret passcode phrases with Sartori, Arrienne says, "Love the coat. Not sure a beach is the place for it, but I guess that all depends on the season, yeah? Anyway, she goes on, thanks for agreeing to meet with me, and for indulging in the cloak and dagger. Never gets old, am I right? So, she lifts a hand and waggles her fingers, whattaya got for me, anything juicy, or at least useful?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 14:04:03 GMT -8
Starport
Smacking his forehead with his palm with a self-deprecating chuckle, Razmik says without any rancor, "Right you are, right you are." Moving the hoversled towards the Klatoonians, seeing no benefit in trying to learn anything from them when it is evident that they aren't going to deviate from a strict adherence to the routine of picking up a delivery and nothing more, Razmik wastes no more time in trying to learn anything further, allowing the remainder of the delivery to proceed in silence.
Once the Klatoonians have gone, Razmik contacts Alessia to learn where she is, thinking she might be able to tail the Klatoonians since they had not seen her. Unfortunately, however, Alessia is not near enough to make an attempt to tail the Klatoonians possible, so Razmik simply has her return to the ship; there will be other opportunities, he thinks, to try and learn more about the operation here on the island, and it might be best that they do not risk tipping their hand so soon in the game.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 18:40:24 GMT -8
Beach
Durante, grimacing more than smiling at LaGyle's banter, ignores the non-pertinent portions of her opening salvo, instead answering her question in a dry and humorless fashion, "I'm afraid we do not have much at all for you, agent LaGyle. Our narcos know there is an organization operating here on the island, but it is not the usual loud and obvious variety. We do suspect that the organization is only getting their supply smuggled into the starport here, using the high traffic volumes and variety of transports and points of origin to their advantage, and doing the majority of their trade elsewhere. With an apologetic shrug of his shoulders, Durante says, We haven't been able to ID any players at all so far, so these Rangers will be the first to get eyes on some beings for us to start following to try and start piecing things together."
Starport
The Klatoonians, looking unamused by Razmik's banter, take the crate from the hoversled without another word, and then disappear into the starport's crowds.
Sinya'gella, when contacted by Razmik, sends instructions to his datapad about how he and his crew can collect their payment for the delivery they have made. Not wanting to create a credit trail that could be followed or which would reveal where the organization she is a member of keeps any portion of its funds, Sinya'gella gives Razmik the number of a rentable storage locker in the starport in which she had the Klatoonian's place a nondescript duffle bag containing physical credit chips. The message also informs Razmik that, if he wants to take on other jobs, he will be able to contact her via the barkeep at the bar they had met at on Ryloth.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 21:59:01 GMT -8
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Arrienne pouts theatrically as she quips, "You had me come all the way out here just to tell me ya basically got nothing for me? Shaking her head as though disappointed, Arrienne clucks her tongue and then says, Well, I guess me an the Rangers will just have ta see if we can fill in some blanks for ya, huh? I hope we can count on you for some give and take? We get you names or photos, and you get us anything you have on the named or photoed? Guessing that there is no good reason that Durante would object to doing as she's asked, Arrienne pats her knees with a grin, then stands as she says, Alright then, good talk Dee. I've got your comm freq, an' you've got mine, so we'll be in touch, yeah? Holding out a hand to shake, she smiles and says, Don't look so tense an' down in the mouth Dee, sounds to me like maybe the outfit in question has set up shop pretty dang recently, so ya'all not knowing nothing is to be expected, yeah? Part of the game, am I right?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 22:28:08 GMT -8
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Durante is not acquainted enough with Arrienne to accurately gauge whether or not her chatter is meant to be insulting or amusing, and therefore looks moderately suspicious as he reaches out to shake her hand. "Right, sure, the CorSec agent agrees, part of the game. Parsing through the rest of what his fellow officer had said, which boiled down to, Durante assumes, an agreement to work together to try and take out the smuggling operation that has recently begun to operate on the island, Durante says, I can do you one better than just putting names to faces. I can get you, or your people, any gear you'll need for surveillance; source a base of operation if you haven't already done so; and make sure you have some tactical support if you ever need it. We're all on the same team, he concludes, and you can count on us to carry our weight same as your people and the Sector Rangers. Just let us know how we can help."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 6:18:55 GMT -8
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"Sweet! Arrienne says cheerfully, Sounds awesome. We'll be in touch buddy," she concludes, sketching a jaunty salute before beginning to make her way away from the beach.
As she nears her speeder, Arrienne takes her comlink from a pocket, contacting her partner, Dev Urnth, to see if the Toydarian has gotten underway yet to meet with her. Pocketing her comlink after learning that Dev is on the way with the Jedi from the Order's academy on Corellia, Arrienne settles in to wait for the two to arrive.
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