Ash-Teared Doctor, Crocodile

[Vayna Akhara]

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Ash-Teared Doctor, Crocodile
Description: Crocodile is a Gungan doctor stationed at Naboo. He was recently discovered to be stealing drugs from the pharmacy there and selling them on the black market, along with several engineered strains of the Blue Shadow Virus. The Blue Shadow Virus' destruction has priority over Crocodile's capture.
Notes: Hazard suits are adviseable. Crocodile has been known to smoke, so it's unlikely he'll release any viruses in the same room he is in.
Recommended Hunters: Scientists, armored soldiers with filters.
Last Sighting: Crocodile was last seen fleeing into the Naboo jungles.
Proof: Retrieve Crocodile's lighter.
Difficulty: Average

Otoh Mendassa was, she thought, not the most enjoyable place she’d ever been before. Where was the conflict, the danger? Where were the huge, man-eating monsters lumbering out of the surrounding jungle to attack and maim and kill. No excitement here! No thrill at having to fight for your life! Oh well, she’d been tasked with dealing with the recalcitrant Gungan doctor, Crocodile – at least, that was the name he used in dealings with humans and other non-Gungans –and deal with him she would. Permanently.

The architecture, all organic-looking curves with hardly a straight line to be seen, was unusual, but Taia wasn’t here to study Gungan building techniques; she had a meeting to attend, one that could get very messy, very quickly, if those she was contacting decided to cause trouble. Not that she was particularly afraid of them doing so - she'd come prepared. All she had to do was wait ...

The man approaching her looked like so many manual workers on Naboo; rough-hewn, stubbly, heavily built and dressed in somewhat faded and worn clothing. The sort of person who doesn’t excite any notice from anyone else, as there are so many of them around, the sort of person the better-off look down on as ‘just manual workers’. An excellent disguise to those who want to be overlooked, such as this man. He grunted at her and turned to leave. She wasn't offended by his abrupt actions; she'd been expecting little else. Sliding from the low wall she'd been sitting on, she followed the man, acting as if she didn't notice the two men who came from the crowd and started trailing them both.

The course she was led to the meeting place was long and torturous, winding back and forth, sometimes doubling back on itself, cutting through grubby alleyways and down busy thoroughfares. Obviously, they were trying to make her confused and lost, but they might as well not have bothered; after years of following trails through dark and dripping swamps the blonde could easily remember a trail perfectly after using it once; she knew exactly where she was, and was getting a good idea of where they were leading her.

After half an hour of wandering, they arrived at their destination; a rundown building on the outskirts of town, the windows broken in, dirty and abandoned. How many goons will he have with him? Will they try anything, or be satisfied with the deal? Time to find out. She ignored the thug patting her down with a salacious leer on his face and walked in.

"No weap'ns on 'er, boss!"

"I gathered that, idiot! So, now you're here!" The man leaning against the wall pushed himself off and walked over to her, the two guards either side flanking him, the one she'd been led by, the frisker and the one trailing her bringing up the rear. Six of them, hmm, I'll have to move fast if they try anything ...

She tucked her fingers into her belt and waited for the man to continue ...

 

[Syn]

Knight looked around as she sat on her speeder and rolled her shoulders. She had been for a time enjoying the good life after her win. So she stayed out a little later and had fun coming all the way to Naboo with her speeder. The transport over had been uneventful except for the part where she was asked to give her autoprints. It was always nice to see fans. Slowly she checked her tools and equipment and watched people go down an alley but didn't pay it mind. She just wanted to have a little fun before returning back home... and fun she would have. She wasn't wearing her armor more a leather bikers outfit with her hood and goggles. She wasn't brave enough like some of the others to wear her Imperial Knight outfit in public. Hell she weighed as much as her luggage but she still liked helping people and getting support even if it was from non citizens of the Empire was fine. The Empire itself was serving a false ruler and as such the sith had to be destroyed. So she waited and breathed letting her mind focus on the area. She could see and feel the roads while her brain worked out how best to get out of the area.

 

[Insanity]

Qwarn was again being used as a lackey by Intelligence agents. The worst thing he could think of other than getting killed, though getting killed was more appealing. He honestly disliked being in Alliance space, even on a world that was practically neutral. That wouldn't stop them from arresting an Imperial, even a civilian one. Which, for all intents, was close to his cover. But he preferred the mercenary look for blending. After all, a mercenary draws less eyes on a world where personal security was always in demand despite being peaceful. He found that amusing, in his own way.

Wearing his pilot-survival suit despite having been brought planet-side aboard a merchant freighter who's captain owed the Imperial Army, it hadn't taken long before someone had responded to his obscure interest in purchasing medical goods for his 'client', an even more obscure name that didn't refer to any living person. It was just a name with a false history to bake it up. From Theed, he took a watercraft to Otoh Mandassa, the Gungan pilot talking to him for half the trip before taking Qwarn's silent hint of 'shut up and just make sure we don't die' look. It worked.

After making it to Mandassa, he gave the assumed name he, himself, were under - San Umal, a Corellian mercenary and bounty hunter history on file for it. Then it was just waiting, idling near some shops and looking over the few goods that he had an actual interest in. There was a nice vibroblade on sell, one that looked good enough to make him consider learning their proper use for once. Not that the vibroblade would last long, likely stuck in an enemy's corpse and forgotten after a battle. That image made him feel better - he'd get to make someone a corpse soon enough, if things worked out. And it would be for the Empire, which made it all the better.

 

[Vayna Akhara]

The man sized her up. "Tasty piece of ass, you are! What, your backers think a pretty face and hot body'll get us to drop the price? Not happening! The only thing you'll get us to drop is our trousers!" The gang began laughing as if the leader had said the funniest thing since the Big Bang. Taia's fingers tightened on the buckle of her belt; this was not going to go smoothly ...

"So you got the money, Hot Stuff?" he demanded belligerently, "or are you here to spread your legs for our entertainment?" The tall blonde was too self-controlled to become angry at his insulting words - besides, if she was reading the situation clearly, he and the others would be dead soon enough ...

Leaving her right hand resting on her belt, she pulled out a bundle of credit sticks with her left hand and held them up for the gang to see. "Fifty thousand as agreed. You have the vial?"

The man mockingly patted a big durasteel canister sitting on the floor. "Oh, we've got it. But there's a slight problem, see?"

"No, I don't 'see'. You have the vial, I have the money, we exchange them, no problem." Her tone of voice was mild, no hint of threat, no sign of impending violence. And here it comes - the attempt at a double-cross for more money. It seems I'm going to have to show them the error of their ways.

The man leered at her. "Ah, well, see, that's the problem; the price 'as gone up. It's now a hundred thou."

Taia slowly put the credit sticks back in her jacket pocket. "We had a deal, and the deal was - "

"Yer don't tell us what to do, bitch!" the man roared before she could complete her warning. "Garax, show the little bitch what 'appens to someone who pisses us off!"

"Right, boss!" The big Devaronion cracked his knuckles and advanced on the blonde as the rest of the gang closed the circle around her. Before he could take more than a single step, Taia's hand came off her belt, and one of the small metal discs that adorned it hit Garax squarely in the chest. A loud bang blew a hole straight through the hulking bruiser as the shaped charge tore out his chest and blew it out of his back. In the same instant, her right hand came away with a whirring noise, then a loud crack, and another gang member went down decapitated as the monomolecular wire cut his flesh like a vibroblade. The end of the wire gripped in her fingers, Taia twirled it around her head to slice off the arms of a third thug as a disc, flung backwards over her shoulder without her even looking, hit a fourth between the eyes, ripping his skull apart in a spray of blood, bone and brains.

The last two thugs standing, the leader and one other gaped at her, then dived for their weapons. They didn't make it. A sweep of the wire slashed the throat of the thug, and a final disc blew a gaping hole in the leader's gut, a mortal wound. Taia carefully sipped the tip of the wire back into her belt buckle and pressed the sides. A whirring noise as the wire was reeled in until the front part of the buckle was back in place, and she stepped over to retrieve the large metal vial.

"Double-crossing me is a bad idea," she murmured as she turned to leave. One strain was now safe, an Imperial agent was retrieving a second and she was to meet up with him, after which, the Gungan would be their next target.

 

[Syn]

Knight perked up some when she heard something... Like a pop pop pop and then silence. The people dying in pain through the force also didn't help. Slowly she revved the speeder and slid from a compartment two blasters and put them in her hips before taking off. She had her lightsaber but wouldn't use it unless she had no choice. The Alliance may not be after her but they also wouldn't care if something happened. Quickly she went towards the warehouse Taia was in and stopped outside taking out one of the blasters and and one her her blades. The thin transparent blade was nice and sharp able to cut through nearly everything like it was butter but it was delicate she always had to be careful of shattering it.Slowly Knight slid off her speeder and moved to the doors and kicked on open getting into cover and pointing the blaster while she spoke. "If there is anyone left standing your surrounded. Come out with your hands up." Knight didn't know what she was going to do but hell some people fell for the angle if she might not be strong but she did at least in theory have the high ground.... Until the person saw her anyways hard to be scary and tough when you can be picked up and carried away or not even go on rides.

 

[Insanity]

Qwarn didn't wait too long. After all, the 'buyer' he represented had been given a good history to fit the name. No one wants to cross someone who runs a corporation from the shadows, as well as controlling a midge of Alliance space. Amazing how gullible people could be. The person who met him was a woman, attractive if he had been interested. But mission first, pleasure never. No vices and no issues to deal with except survival. Most saw that lifestyle as dull, pointless. They'd never had to slaughter the majority of a planet and enjoy it. If the smile he let show chilled his contact's blood, she didn't show it - her hands did with their shaking.

"I'm to escort you to the meeting, Mr. Umal. Ah... this way, please." He considered the best approach to this mission. Once he was there, he'd have two choices - buy the sample and tail the thugs who were the middle-men, or just kill them all. Then there was this woman who worked for the middlemen. Or was she higher up than that? He could just keep her and one of the thugs alive, wounded and unable to fight back while he interrogated the sellers. He liked that idea quite a bit. What he didn't like was the location. The woman led him towards what advertised itself as a hotel, though he knew the signs - it was a deathstick den, slave-market, and a myriad of other shady businesses. He didn't like the indications.

((OOC: Bad language, skip if you want))

Much to the guide's displeasure, he pulled out and slipped on a breather, glad he didn't have to fake any expression now. "I don't like breathing in fumes. You understand, yes?" The woman gave him a sideways look, clearly goaded and displeased. Going to try and gas me after I paid, you useless Zelton-born whore? It was likely. After all, the sample he was here to retrive was supposedly worth far more than he was supposed to pay. Question was, did they know that? After a moment's silence and an exchange of silent glares, Qwarn won out. The woman continued into the building, hand fluttering between her ear and waist. She wanted to report the development to her colleagues but couldn't, because he was watching.

((OOC: Skipping the action bit <.<))

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Half an hour later, he emerged from the building, the two canisters he had found stashed away in a cubbyhole now sealed in even tighter biohazard cylinders. Those were stuffed into a satchel on the survival suit, indistinguishable from the rest. All he had now was to head to the rendezvous with the other Imperial he had been 'informed' about. Like hell, he had had to ask his own superiors for actual details. Otherwise, he'd have been left without everything he needed to be aware of.

 

[Vayna Akhara]

As she turned to leave carrying the canister containing the virus, Taia heard the sound of turbines approaching at some speed. The building she was in, the abandoned warehouse where the deal had gone wrong, was on the edge of town, in an area where most of the buildings were deserted and dilapidated, and indeed often in an unsafe condition.

It's approaching the front; time to get out the back, or side. Let's see if there's any hostiles covering the exits.

Turning away from the rear exit, the tall blonde turned and ran for the stairway leading up to the roof. Her feet were silent on the mesh - years of experience in the swamps had given her the skill to move silently and undetected in any environment. She dashed through the half-open doorway onto the roof, hearing as she did so a crash from below - the sound of someone making an entrance. A quick look around, and she was running straight for the edge of the building. A flying leap through the air to the roof of the next building and away.

Whoever it is will find the bodies of the Knife Scar Gang. I wonder if whoever it is knew what they were trying to peddle ... It's ironic, being on a mission that not only helps the Empire, but the Alliance as well ...

 

[Syn]

Knight thought she heard something as she came around the doorway and held her gun. She scanned the room and listened reaching out with her senses trying to hear something. She was straining and walked more hearing her boot clatter on the floor. Slowly she looked down at the gang members and crouched low searching them for a sign of which gang that worked with. After several minutes Knight found they worked for the Knife Scar gang and she moved making sure her hood was secure holstering her blaster and knife. She got on her speeder and revved it looking around and focused on the city. She needed to find the gang but she would need to find out what else they were into. No one blew holes and sliced gang members up without reason beyond turf usually. Quickly she took off for the street and reached out feeling her way around the alleys. She would have to investigate what they were doing first and find who killed them, even if she wasn't supposed to justice should be done even for criminals.

 

[Insanity]

He was, by all means, early. Standing outside the contact point, a bar of all places, he wodnered at the originality and thoughts that went into Intelligence work. Very little, from what he could tell. Stingy with their information and equally territorial. Maybe if they sacrificed a few grunts, their success got them more recommendations. Even he wasn't that twisted, no matter how many lives he took. He had already checked his gear three times over, assuring himself that he was as well protected as he could get without Imperial-issue gear. Good enough for the current situation, if not for an actual warzone.

And so he thought about that - what it would be like puncturing this Gungan city and going in full force, clearing out the amphibious humanoids. He'd never liked the ones who travelled into Imperial space, mostly because they made bad merchants and were horrid at turning a profit. Then again, better than a Bothan could do, or even some of his own species. Humans were far too fallible and varied. Frustrated by his sudden loss of attention, he began a fourth check on his gear. Waiting was horrid when it wasn't before a battle.

 

[Vayna Akhara]

Back at the dingy little hostel where she'd made a temporary base of operations, the tall blonde had put the rescued canister with the other she'd retrieved from a different party - a merchant who hadn't quite realised just how deadly what she'd bought actually was until the Imperial had spelled it out for her. She'd seemed relieved to accept the money Taia had offered her to take the virus off her hands.

Two vials secure, plus however many the other agent on the planet's managed to track down so far, There's still quite a few to find, as well as that Gungan doctor, but orders are the virus is the top priority; I guess High Command doesn't want it being released deliberately, or accidentally for that matter. So, for transport to the meeting place.

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A skimmer which had needed a few tweaks to get it running properly had been the transport, all acquired legally so as not to give the authorities any reason to stop her. Taia made her way to the rendezvous point, rolling her eyes at the choice of venue - a bar.

How original. Have the senior ranks ever actually participated in an undercover operation before or - now, there's a face I recognise. She strolled up to the waiting man.

"So who recommended this place to us again?" she asked with a slight grin.

 

[Syn]

Knight asked around the area, she had found a merchant who got a canister from the gang but another woman had bought it from her. Knight asked for her looks and she made her way. More rumors were on a den getting hit but she couldn't substantiate it as she went on her speeder. She couldn't call in for help from the other knights and as she stopped felt around. She was mildly in luck when she saw a blonde drive past her, she hadn't had any other luck but didn't follow her. This was dangerous she would have to be fully prepared as she stopped and pulled into an alley and started to unload from her speeder equipment. She slid a case out and opened it with a crack running a hand along the red plates and looked up.

After several minutes she was dressed in the armor and slid over her head a black cloak with a hood and a mask. Slowly she clipped the gloves into the arms of the cloak and clipped the mask into the hood. It would take time for her to get out sure but better to be safe then sorry. Slowly Knight walked in the black cloak that clung over her armor and white mask. She could feel her face as the dust kicked up and she walked. The gold and black mask shined when she stopped and looked around feeling the weight of her blasters and lightsaber.

[here is an image of what the mask looks like. Top one]

 

[Insanity]

Qwarn had just started another check, impatience eating away at him. It hadn't been long but he wanted to get back to the mission and track down more samples, as well as get rid of the source. That source was the larger issue, despite what orders said. If the one synthesizing these samples was gone, that meant no more samples. Plus, if they found out where the Gungan's records were, they'd be able to track down any of the others. He was also a realist - did the Empire really plan on destroying the samples? In all likelihood, they'd synthesize their own and use it to 'cleanse' rogue planets. Possibly even have sleeper cells spread it in Alliance bases.

He knew that things were getting even more tense between the Alliance and Empire. He wasn't deaf, nor was he dumb. He also wasn't blind. People thought he was one or two of those, but he was a human being who didn't follow blindly. Not where it concerned his own skin, anyways. His thoughts trailed off as a voice he recognized spoke up. Turning, he even recognized the face. Well, at least he knew who he'd be working with. "I do believe it was the reclusive people back home. They could've at least chosen a five-star dive, I'd think."

 

[Vayna Akhara]

"Ah, but then we might put it all on expenses, and they'd have to pay out some actual money, instead of getting things done on the cheap!" She shook her head. "I expect that they think that now we go in, find a table, and spend the evening talking." She grinned at the idea that had come to mind. "Why bother, when we can book a cheap motel room for two and 'discuss' things ... privately ... " She let her voice trail away suggestively.

She was glad it was someone she knew, and more to the point, a soldier; they were less compromised, in her view, less willing to sell out their partner for a successful operation. Soldiers usually lived by the creed ' we don't leave our people behind!' She stepped up and linked arms with Qwarn. '"Shall we find somewhere a little more ... private?"

 

[Syn]

Knight moved as she went past the others and sat down. She hadn't seen the blonde but that was who bought whatever it was the gang had had. She didn't know the man but it didn't matter she would do what she had to do and that was help people in the name of the knights. Slowly Knight stood as she reached out to listen and their conversation didn't make much sense to her more confusion as they talked about a third party booking their rooms and wanting more privacy. Slowly Knight looked up and didn't speak just walked towards the stairs. She had been reading and there was a secret to tailing people better yet there was a secret to tailing someone while you were in front. She reached out and moved to keep herself out of a normal range for private conversation but strained her ears with the force to try and listen.

 

[Insanity]

"I always thought it was the job of those older than us to pay for everything. I must have been mistaken about their nature." He was amused and a bit surprised that someone else agreed with him concerning Intelligence. Apparently, they were cheap, as well as somewhat unimaginative in his experience. The fact that his contact was someone he knew, if only a bit, made this whole op seem easier. The latter suggestion actually made him pause, blinking once from surprise. He wasn't sure if she was a good actor or meant it, and that was enough to cause hesitation.

He unfroze quickly enough. If they were to act as the couple to throw off anyone who decided to follow them, he was willing to do that. He just felt like the uncertainty would likely make him think things over more, once he was back in Imperial territory and not in the field. "I would think so. I'm afraid I haven't gotten anywhere to go just yet... but I'll assume you do. So I'll let you lead, ladies first for politeness's sake."

 

[Vayna Akhara]

Taia laughed; he was playing along, and that made their little charade believable. They just looked like a couple meeting up for a pleasurable evening. Slipping her arm through his, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Oh, I have the perfect place; shall we go?"

Not waiting for an answer, she led him to her speeder. "Do you have any gear you want to bring with us, rather than leave it out where someone might steal it?"

 

[Syn]

Knight continued to listen as she stopped and went into a room then ran to the window. If they were leaving she would have to track them. Slowly she stood and jumped out the window rolling and going for her speeder. They weren't a normal couple hell they looked like spies but she wasn't sure. Quickly Knight jumped on her speeder and rolled her shoulders. She kept the cloak and mask on but slipped out her ligthsaber and held it in her gloved hand. If they were Imperials she would stop them whatever they were doing on Naboo couldn't have been good. So she would reveal her identity as an Iperial Knight but protect her identity. She would stop them if it came to it the Empire wouldn't harm Naboo.

 

[Insanity]

Qwarn went along with it. The charade might throw people off, or it might not. But it would make people think twice about actually interfering with either of them. Anyone with decent comprehension and a need to live could tell that Qwarn was dangerous. He was disguised as a merc, and he wasn't someone to mess with even when wearing civilian wear. Taia was dangerous, though he could tell she hid it better. He had a decent inkling of how dangerous she was. She was also a good actress.

He followed along as he was led off to her speeder, glancing at other faces of pedestrians and other walking traffic. They stopped soon enough and he shook his head to the question. "I've got everything on me that was worth bringing." He smirked just a bit, deciding to say something that could be interpreted in multiple ways. Anyone with the tech to listen in would be confused for a bit, assuredly. "I always come readily equipped for anything, after all."

 

[Vayna Akhara]

Taia grinned at the innuendo, he was playing along wonderfully, and their conversation would fool any casual eavesdropper. Of course, there was the hooded woman who'd caught her attention earlier; she moved like a hunter. not a civilian, and the blonde;s senses had screamed that the other woman had been listening in to their talk, and after Avactaris Delta III, she always listened to her senses and instincts. Wouldn't it be wonderful if some Alliance operatives had found out about the canisters and decided to interfere, thus preventing us from stopping the doctor! Well, we'll see.

She jumped into the driver's seat of her speeder. "Okay then, let's go." The rundown hotel she drove to was about a mile away, a dirty, grubby dive of a place, which meant that the proprietor didn't ask questions, merely leered when the couple came in and went back to watching the holovid; neither of them needed to see it to guess what kind of program it was from the noises they could hear emanating from the device, all moans and grunts ...

She led Qwarn to her room, listening out for the sound of a speeder nearby - if their shadow wanted to listen, then let her get close so she could hear what she and Qwarn were actually on Naboo for.

 

[Syn]

[Vayna she is wearing her leather hood no hair.]

Knight followed behind Taia when she left, there wasn't anything else to do. She had a target and when they went inside another motel she moved seeing the man and spoke. "You will tell me what room the blonde is in." Knight made it an order as her hand came up and focused the force on him and looked around. If that didn't work she held her lightsaber and would slam it on the counter while staring at him in the black and gold mask. After Knight had what she wanted she moved quickly after the blonde but used the walls to keep out of sight.