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Territ check to see if NT was okay, she was old. Territ sighed with relief when he noticed she was fine. Territ pulled on his Mandolrian armor, grabed a differnt style of mando helm. He put it on but it had no face plate. Territ grabbed the face plate off the table and slid it up the mask and into place. The mask fit perfectly around his horns. "Ugly..Mando" Territ muttered as he walked to the Tavern, his shotgun on his back.

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Kyr'am laughed at Goran's antics with the droid and pulled out his blaster rifle and began checking it over.  "As it happens, I know a ship involved in some anti-pirate activities near here.  She used to be a slave ship, until the slaves rebelled and took over.  Most still crew her, and quite a few were on-planet.  Not sure if they were in the household we're looking for, but I could look into it if that droid-loving laserbrain doesn't feel like playing ball."

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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"Hey, ain't nothing wrong with droids...some of my best friends are droids." Goran stated as he waved to the barkeep for another ale. "I give the Devorian points for enthusiam. But that and two creds wouldn't buy you a cup of stim-tea."

He rubbed the scar that cut across his face, "Universe jades alot of sentients, things like the Vong war. Some don't learn to adapt afterwards." Goran smiled at the group, "I wear my scars on the outside, but some folks wear em' on  the inside."

"Ugly" Jim scratched at his stubble again. "Brozyna, huh?" he grunted. It sounded like he could do some serious salvaging there.... "And you ladies just want THAT helmet, nothing else?" he gestured to the holo. Hell, he could probably make a nice cred from all those artifacts...And Mandalorian relics?

Well, wouldn't he be something bringing back some of the people's lost culture?

The big red haired man leaned toward Kyr'am, and his Chiss companion. "What are you planning, to have them smuggle us in? Or to have them act as a diversion and cruise on in ourselves?"

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."-George Orwell

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"Nothin' wrong with droids, they come in handy, but you don't try and make a deal THROUGH one.  As for getting us in, THEY can't get us in.  We can do that ourselves.  But a few of them might know the weak points for the household we're trying to get into.  Y'know, guards who can be bribed, guards who have a weakness for certain types of females, places where security is lax or non-existence.  All I need to know is the name of the household."

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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Nora seemed quite interested in Kyr’am’s information regarding a vessel commanded by former Broyzna slaves.  “See what you can find out about the ship and its crew...”  the huntress said, “Perhaps they might enjoy robbing their former masters blind...”

"Ugly" Jim scratched at his stubble again. "Brozyna, huh?" he grunted. It sounded like he could do some serious salvaging there.... "And you ladies just want THAT helmet, nothing else?" he gestured to the holo.

Nora shrugged, “The helm is the prime objective....but like I said, anything else we run across is up for grabs.”

Saviin nodded, “Yeah, might as well pick up a few souvenirs along the way...”

Evaar returned from the refresher, Edee escorting her once again.  She slid into the booth, her helmet in her hands.  “I think I better have this thing checked before we go...” she commented, looking at the helm in a funny manner, “I had trouble receiving your conversation...”  The young woman had apparently been tuned in to her mother’s lecture on the mission...

“......All I need to know is the name of the household......” Kyr’am said, offering to gain further intelligence for the huntress. 

Nora swirled the contents of her mug casually, “Find out about that ship first...I’m very interested in her crew...”

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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Kyr'am nodded and stood, grabbing his helmet from the floor as Tracyn stood beside him.  "I should have an answer for you in a few minutes as to information on the ship.  If you'll excuse me, I'll see what I can get from my contacts."

Kyr'am turned and had walked no more than ten paces before Tracyn whispered to him, "This is madness.  You don't know these people.  I have extreme concerns about letting these people know about the Dewback."

Kyr'am knew this was coming, but was well-prepared for it. "They're Mando.  If I can't trust them, I can't trust anybody.  Besides, if they betray us, they won't live long enough to regret it.  Now, is Orienda Kharr still captain?"

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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OOC:  Hi Sol!  *Waves*  smile

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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After several minutes of heated conversation with Tracyn, Kyr'am returned to the table and sat down, giving everyone a hard, measuring stare as if to make sure they were all worth his trust.  Satisfied, he began to talk.  "Ship's name is the Katarn, an old Acclamator-II the slavers were using to haul people 'in bulk,' when the slaves managed to stage a rebellion when a bounty hunter attacked her.  After the dust settled, the slaves decided to run the ship themselves and hunt down the slavers.  Over the years, her crew's changed out, but most of the crew is still the original slave shipment.  Those that remain are...colorful to say the least.  Last I heard, they somehow got their hands on some phase 1 and 2 Dark Troopers for their boarding parties.  Captain's a twi'lek by the name of Orienda Kharr, and she has absolutely NO love for the entire planet we're going to, so anything she can do to help she's going to do it.  Now, do you want to hitch a ride in on it or do you just want info?"

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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“Both...” Nora replied.  She was not about to venture out on a job without her own vessel in easy reach.  Never rely on others for a ride...who knows where you’ll end up.  The huntress glanced at her daughter.  Yes...Evaar was seasoned enough to handle the Nineveh on her own.  She could follow along as back up support.

Saviin leaned in, “The Katarn...” she wondered aloud, “Do they have a feisty red head among their crew?”  The lavender eyed woman rubbed her chin in thought, “If I remember correctly, her name is Zeta...yes, Zeta the Red....no, Red Zeta.....no wait...uh.....  Well it’s a pirate sounding name of some sort...”

“Red Zee....” Nora corrected her cousin.

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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"Awwww.....you sunk my Star Destroyer" Goran stated as he swirled his drink in its glass. He smiled mostly to himself,  before he explained. "Sorry, just reminded me of a game my kid likes..."

"My ship's a heavy hauler for salvage, she ain't exactly built for stealth. So I'll go along with whatever the group decides." The big mando trusted his fellow warriors as much as any armored man did, but he knew that Roan wouldn't steer him wrong because of his wife,Vidya.

'Ugly' Jim cast his beady eyed gaze at the Chiss, Tracyn, and asked bluntly. "What about you blue skin, you don't seem too happy with the arrangements. Do I have to watch my shebs around you?"

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."-George Orwell

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Tracyn's eyes narrowed and blazed at Goran, "If by looking at your face is any indicator, I'd say you haven't been doing a good job watching your shebs to begin with.  But no, you don't."   

Kyr'am watched the display before turning back to Saviin with a thoughtful look on his face,"Red Zee, eh?  Last I heard she was still there.  Heads up the boarding parties if I'm not mistaken.  Why do you ask?"

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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Zeta aka “Red Zee” 
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Home: former slave from Brozyna
Ship : crew member on board the Katarn
Description: 5’5, fair skin, blue eyes, long curly red hair.
Weapons: Modified E-11, Vibro-blades, demolitions, whatever, etc...

Background:
Zeta was born a slave on Broyzna.  Her mother died giving birth to her, and she was raised by the other women in the slave quarters.  Known for her strong constitution and feistiness, Zeta was prized as sturdy stock...and therefore would fetch a high price on the market.  She was one of many slave girls loaded onto the dreaded Katarn, destined for underground slave markets throughout the galaxy.  The stories vary as to what exactly happened next, but the fact remains that the slaves revolted and overtook the Katarn and her crew.  The former slave vessel has since been manned by the slaves themselves.  Zeta remains among its crew and is known for her wicked temper and cold nature.  She can be downright brutal at times, a trait that has earned her the nickname “Red Zee”.  Although she has a soft streak that reveals itself on rare occasions, for the most part Zeta is a hard case rarely won...

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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Kyr'am nodded and asked Nora one question, "When do you want to leave?"

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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“After sundown...” Nora replied, “That will give us the rest of the afternoon to prepare...”  The huntress nodded to her daughter, “You’re in charge of supplies and rations...” she tossed the girl a credit chip, “And make sure you get some of those wiki fruits I like...”

“Sure, Nor’buir...” Evaar replied, catching the credit chip with barely a glance up from her menu.  Nora smiled rather wistfully at her adopted child...perhaps she wouldn’t have the girl follow behind in the Nineveh...  Although Evaar was a capable warrior and pilot, the huntress still liked to have her daughter under her protective watch... 

Saviin stretched in her seat and reached for a menu, “Well the sooner we order the sooner we can go about our business...”

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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Tracyn's eyes narrowed and blazed at Goran, "If by looking at your face is any indicator, I'd say you haven't been doing a good job watching your shebs to begin with.  But no, you don't."

The big Mandalorian gave an ugly smile, "Well not everyone can be as handsome as me,Angel." But he decided teasing the Chiss wouldn't be much fun, so he turned back to the conversation at the table.

"Sundown sounds good, gives me time to send a holo to the little woman and my boy" he stated. He waved the barkeep for a third ale, "And a nerf steak!" he added.

'Ugly' Jim considered what tools he would need, and right after that what weapons.

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."-George Orwell

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Kyr'am leaned over to Tracyn and whispered into her ear, "Go prep the 170 for take-off, and make sure it's got what we need.  Don't forget the Stouker, either, or she'll kill me."  Tracyn nodded and headed for the door as Kyr'am picked up a menu and began perusing.

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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Dres left pleased, throwing the door open on the waiting hover in front of the run down apartment. Sliding in beside Motoko, Warren on her other side. Doc in the front seat messing with the radio. The droid driver saluting before cruising off.
"He didn't go for it, as was expected."
"Why would he? But it did give you time to plant the bug?"
Anbu nodded, noticing the reciever in Doc's hands. The radio finally on a constance station as the man fretted with his machine. Until he switched it to scan, it'd change by itself...until he decided to stop. And it did, stopping on one of those techno stations. Nobody argued, it wasn't anything to complain about.
"Driver, head to the Strill. My contact's business hours just went off."
Warren pulled a little device out of his ear. Placed it in a metal case with a foam insert as insulation. Delicately left on the floor everyone but the driver got out.
"I'll call you when we're done V50."
The droid saluted again, backing up and gliding away down the street. The four stepped into the cantina, placing themselves in the corner where Warren's contact had been. Within hearing distance. Nice spot. Dres didn't order anything. The doc and his assitant sharing one of those stacked nachos. Warren a pink lemonade with a bendy straw.
"I can't wait to see the contents of the mission Anbu."
"You're going Warren?"
"I am."
And to top it all off, he still hadn't fallen asleep. To make it better, they'd be leaving in the afternnon depending on obtaining a ship. Black Sun should work something out. Going back to this mess of a place though...there had to be a better reason than food and drink.

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Nora turned one of the gauntlets over in her hands, admiring Goran’s handiwork.  “Vor’e,” she thanked him, “I didn’t think I’d see these again...”  The huntress looked thoughtful for a moment, then she placed both of the gauntlets back into their bag.  “These will be put to fine use, I am sure...” she said, rather cryptically. 

A human waitress approached their booth and paused to take orders.  “I’ll have my usual...” Nora said handing the menu to the woman, “And we better make it to go...”  She advised the group as she nodded towards a chrono on the wall, “There is much to do before we depart...” 

(OOC:  Gotta get the gang moving....)  smile

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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"I wish we could say that, there's absolutely nothing to do until afternoon. Why are we even here?"
"While you were out, I was informed by the higher ups they wouldn't supply a star craft."
Anbu tapped a claw on the table. Why not buy one? Surely someone was at least selling. No, nothing was ever that simple. Fate wouldn't like that at all.
"And you want us to hitch a ride of a slave tub? Sounds like fun."
Dres agreed with the doc. Apperantly they'd both been listening in on some conversation with about the same parameters.
"And how you expect we get on?"
"There's your answer."
Warren moved his head in the direction of those mando'a. Anbu felt like laughing. The Doc played with his glasses a little. Motoko finished off the last nacho.
"You can go talk them Dres. If we're lucky your size along will get an answer."
Dres stood up, stretching a little. Walking fast enough he caught them at the door.
"Pardon me, I know you're probably busy but...my party is in need to talk to you. We'd be willing to set up a meeting later in the day I'm sure."

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Brassk walked into the cantina looking for a guy with big black wings. He had been told that he could find him here by a black sun thug. He looked around and sure enough, there he was, it looked like he was talking to some1 so he walked up to them and said
"Excuse me, I don't mean to interupt or anything but I need to talk to you" he nodded his head toward the bat-like guy.

there are no star systems slave 1 can't reach, and there's no planet I can't find. There's nowhere in the galaxy for you to run. Might as well give up now.    -Boba Fett

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"Oh? Let's talk again then."
Anbu moved him into the last seat in the table. After having gotten a nod and a calling card from the mando. Folded his hands, dropped them onto the table.
"So, what was that job you were talking about? Not that you should've called first stead of breaking in unanounced."
"That's the thing, I don't know. I haven't read it yet, we need a ship's navcomputer to open the datacard. But the missions are usually entertaining. Money's good. Nice to see you remember me, posting that thug at your door helped out."
Dres folded his wings in a bit more.
"If you want the job, set your com to this frequency. 1485, be ready near the afternoon."

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"allright, will do" Brassk replied turning on his comlink's frequency to 1485
he went up to the bar and ordered a beer figuring he would prob'ly need it to loosen up a bit.

there are no star systems slave 1 can't reach, and there's no planet I can't find. There's nowhere in the galaxy for you to run. Might as well give up now.    -Boba Fett

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Kyr'am likewise placed his order to go and picked up his helmet before addressing the group, "I've got preparations to make as well.  If any of you need a ride, I can take you up in the shuttle.  If not, just call me when you're ready to go to the Katarn."

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47