[Bounty Briefing] Let's Make You A Star!

[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: BOUNTY INFORMATION - TAE BAMMBA

Tae Bammba
Rising Pop Icon

Name: Tae Bammba
Species: Twi'lek
Sex: Female
Height: 5'0
Weight: 140 Pounds
Combat Level: 1
Threat Level: LOW

Skin color: Green
Eye color: Green
Hair color None

Known Affiliations: TITA
Known Associates: N/A

Last Known Location: Nar Shaddaa

Tae Bammba is an up and coming popstar within the Outer Rim and Hutt Sectors. Known for her seductive dances and beautiful voice, the Hutt talent agencies are looking to exploit her and milk her rabid fanbase for all the credits she is worth. Tae was contracted by Termvo's Intergalactic Talent Agency (TITA) for twenty five more years, where she would earn 10% of her revenue generated. Her hit song Shag Reeta is number two on the galactic charts.

It is believed that she escaped with the help of someone within the company and ran off to a rival talent agency. Find her and bring her back to Termvo alive. Kill whoever helped her escape.

Client Information

The client is Termvo De'jassalic, who is the CEO and operator of Termvo's Intergalactic Talent Agency

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  • The client is rewarding severe punishment and manual labor if the target is brought back Dead.
  • The client is offering a reward of a nice stack of twenty thousand credits to be divided among the hunters if the target is brought back Alive.

OOC Target Information

This will be my first entry into the Bounty Hunting game this TL. This target will serve as a small mini series plot, that should allow for a fun and thrilling hunt. I would like to help build up a series of bounties and bring back many of the great bounty hunting adventures of the 5th TL. Starting small and working my way up to the most wanted bounties.

OOC: Open to an Additional Two Bounty Hunters -- 48 Hour Posting Limit

Overlooking a thick toxic lake, the copper towers of Temvro's Intergalactic Talent Agency stands as a gilded guardian of waste. Various holograms of dancers and singers dance about the exterior walls of the large estate. As you approach the large gates, crowds are formed around in small clusters. Many are young women and even young girls who are being brought to the planet in hopes of making it out of poverty and becoming a galactic success. Though for most of them, they'll be lucky to escape the grueling life of an escort.

As you enter the halls of the estate, various music booms throughout the many rooms of this expansive building. Smells of exotic perfume and spices fill the air. Seedy agents and scummy movie producers scurry about the halls, as actors and celebrities indulge in the galaxy's finest spice and drugs. You would find yourself standing outside the great doors of Temvro's palace room. Standing beside a few other small time hunters.​

 

[Tarrius Drast]

Nal Hutta, the crown jewel of the Hutts was what the old Hutt Cartels used to call this planet. But, in all reality it was nothing more than a decaying wasteland that served as a reminder for why the Hutts lost all of their power all those years ago. Lost to my family..The bounty hunter thought to himself as he brought his ship down into the port. It had been a few years since Tarrius had stepped onto the planet, but Soushh had shown him everything he needed to know about the planet.

The trail to the the estate took the hunter through a series of bazzars, where peddlers yelled and called out to those who passed by. A small group of Jawas pulled at the sides of his pants, calling out towards Tarrius, "Utini! Ug nak tuu cha ni! Nuga drida saya!" Their hands pointing towards a worn down and beat up astromech droid. It looks like eschutta.

The hunter waived his hand towards the little vermin, as his helmet's voice communicator whizzed alive, emitting a static and raspy voice. "Yatoi itoi, eita ieta.." The Ubese flowed from his mouth and towards the little Jawas, who in resentment dropped their head and cursed and mumbled as the scurried back towards the droid.

The rest of his journey came with little shortcomings or stoppage, just a few minor beggars here and there, but he was used to it. Most of the people on the planet were poor, even with the Imperial's influence over the sector. During his time on Coruscant, the royal son had no idea of the hardships that most of the galaxy faced on a daily basis--it was cruel, for his family to have so much while the rest had so little. I don't have time to think about that now..we're here.

The doors of the grand estate were gigantic, statues of the Hutt and his various stars lined the courtyard and halls. The music was loud and overly obnoxious, as well as many of the residents and visitors; with their loud and snobbish ways of speaking. They returned the hunter a look of distaste. With his assortment of weapons and rough armor, he stuck out like a sore thumb, he wasn't here for the party. He was here for the credits and the mission.

"Jo benki chuganta! Chuba ga stuka Temvro?" A measly voice called out towards the hunter, as an eccentric Chadra-fan dressed in crimson and gold silken robes approached.

"Yagoi.." Tarrius responded in a short and crude manner.

"Please..waiiit here..others will be joining your meeting.." The Chadra-fan responded in a form of crude basic. His hands motioning for the hunter to wait beside the door.

So he can speak basic? These others..they better know what they're doing.

 

[Metropolis]

Metropolis had done his research and planning. The briefing was to be held was in some audition-recruitment-party type event. So he had picked out his finest, might as well dress the part. Black on black and a stylish cut. Black sunglasses. Just in case he had brought his side-arms, but they were in his metal case, currently resting on the lap of his secretary-slave. Not knowing whether they would be scanned. Criminals he knew in Hutt Space were usually not offended when people arrived hot, but he wasn't sure how much criminal and how much business the client was. It was hard to separate the two anyways.

The girl holding on to the case with the weapons was dressed more conservatively than Metro usually made her dress for client meetings. For two reasons. He was betting that a more conservative, professional angle in this particular cesspool of Hutt space would be more impressive. To further get to know the style of the client, some of the music that the agency's talent was known for was blasting in the air speeder.

"No chit-chat. Ask where Temvro is. Start marching. In that 'I'm a big deal' walk. You know the one." Metro paused, but did not look at Mete for confirmation. "What do you think?" Metro cocked an eyebrow indicating the music. He had decided it was classy pop, and the writers were trying to appeal to the masses, while holding on to their dignity. Mete had simpler tastes though, so the feedback was useful for Metro.

"I think you should slow the hell down." Mete responded. One hand braced againt the airspeeder's dash, Mete's other hand held fast the case with the weapons. Her eyes were angry and fixed on him. They were going kind of fast. Metro considered whether it was prudent to be early or late. Important people did not like to be made to wait, but on the other hand powerful people were sometimes late just because they could be. So did he want to suck up, or show that he was a big player? Neither, he decided. He would try to arrive right on time. He sped up, but took a long graceful arc before landing. Mete looked a little sick. She was silent for the rest of the ride.

The airspeeder jerked to a stop. Metro got out and slammed the door. He took a moment and lowered his sunglasses to get a good look at the place. It was worse than he thought. Well, not entirely. It was also better, in a way.

"Let's go." Metro said. Waiting on his signal, Mete got out and the two of them started walking towards the mansion like they were in an holo-film and about to bust the doors down in on the villain.

"When the meeting starts I want you to start putting as many drugs, discreetly, and I mean DISCREETLY, in your dress. Everywhere. Really pad out that bra. Then go to the bathroom and put them in the case. Come out like you're completely blasted. Do not partake. Keep doing that until the case is full. Bursting at the seams." Metro told his secretary as they got closer. This was the other reason for the conservative dress. Metro knew how these parties went. He would turn a profit even if he didn't find the target.

"You're so gross." Mete said and rolled her eyes hard. At the entrance, Mete asked where to find the client, and just as planned, the pair ignored the entire party like they owned the place, before stopping at Temvro's door. Mete was behaving today. This was a good sign.

There were some other bounty hunters waiting by the door. Mostly dressed in hunting armor, a few open carrying their weapons. How gauche, Metro thought. He looked around the room like he could totally be somewhere else right now.

"So what's your deal?" Mete asked a man dressed in armor. Metro hoped she wouldn't break her streak.

 

[Markus Valentine]

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Just dandy, Markus thought to himself as he slowly ascended a pair of stairs onto the central lobby area where others were gathering. Placing a bounty on a popstar was interesting enough, what was more interesting is that they had opened this debacle up to newcomers and rookie hunters. Scoffing with a distaste towards the others, the Red Skull Gang's enforcer advanced towards the main group. His stride denoted confidence and a hint of arrogant swagger; he was not dressed in his armor but rather had a fashionable pair of dark denim jeans, armored boots, belt, and dark brown bomber jacket. He wore no shirt, instead parading his barechested appeal around as he pleased, a pair of doucebag sunglasses worn to prevent those faint streaks of sunlight from damaging the blue skin around his eyes.

Lighting a cigarra, he glanced at the others before turning to the Chadra-Fan, "What's the deal with this crowd? I thought this was a private party..."

@TWD26

 

[Tarrius Drast]

"So what's your deal?"

Tarrius turned towards the sound of a feminine voice, his helmet hiding any semblance of who he was. He tilted his head as he glanced towards the woman and the man. More bounty hunters...? Not really dressed for the job. He would cross his arms as the two men that stood behind him stepped forward.

"If you're waiting to see Temvro, then you both will stand here and wait." Commanded a hulking human cyborg mix. He looked menacing, but everyone on this god forsaken planet did, whether or not the man could back up the look had yet to be seen. The two guards stood parallel between the trio of would be hunters, making sure none of them left.

"Ioue Yatai..Yatai, ioue inae..inae." The static voice cracked through the helmet's comm's towards the woman. He wasn't here to idly chat, he hated working in pairs. But, things would only get worse as another man came down the stairs, taunting the Chadra-fan that had taken the time to ready the hunters.

"Sir..please if you would like a word with our magnificent hutt, you'll need to wait over there..otherwise please enjoy our women." The little rat responded before huffing off into the palace.

Tarrius turned to get a good look at the man. He came off as a bad boy, cocky and most likely stupid. There were scores of men like him in the galaxy, though most of them never lasted long. As far as he was concerned if the man stayed in his own lane then there wouldn't be a problem between the two of them.

tag: @Faded Truth and @Lets Awesome

 

[Metropolis]

The guards pronounced their instructions. They were a little much. He didn't need such a display to understand the Hutt was well guarded. That much was obvious by his wealth and largess. You don't get that, not here, without also being able to defend it. But Metro also knew just how many dumb criminals there were in these parts. Ones that wouldn't get the message. And thus, the typical meat-heads at the door at every big bosses' doors. It was a comforting staple, he supposed.

Mete seemed nonplussed when the response to her query was in a language she didn't understand. She was used to being the one that gave dismissive, almost insults, when speaking to people. Pride wounded but not wanting to show it, Mete gave a dismissive shrug, made a 'mmmmeh' sound, and retreated to her datapad. On the other hand, the response made Metropolis think of two things. One, what he was doing here with Mete. He had considered bringing his proto-droid with him instead. Well, Mete had performed well with some clients so she deserved a reward. Anyway, it was too late now. He could take out his datapad and send a message back to home base on his freighter for translations, but decided there was little point. By the hunter's attitude it was probable he had just responded that he got the message or something. If they needed to communicate more in depth, he'd use the datapad option then.

But there was also something a little strange about the response. An instinct he was getting used to more had tugged on his mind's sleeve. For a long time he would get those. He had always just chalked them up to his heritage. But it wasn't just that, he knew that now. Metropolis focused for a half second on the man. Yes, it was a sort of lie, but it wasn't for Metro's or anyone else's deception. No it was more a sort of deception for its own sake. He wasn't trying to trick anyone. Not per se. It was the sort of lie that resembled the truth more than the truth itself. At least an inner one. As Metro didn't sense anything nefarious in the deception and wasn't particularly interested in that sort of personal information for now, he set the thought aside.

When the hunter in the bomber jacket spoke, Metro turned to him, and cocked an eyebrow as a sort of minimalist greeting. The nonverbal message almost said, I've noticed you as a man worthy of notice, but it is clear we have nothing else to convey to each other at the moment, so a glance will do for now. He turned back around.

After the Chadra fan slunk off, Metro sort of processed what it had said after the fact. His mind sort of clung to one part of it.

you'll need to wait over there..otherwise please enjoy our women

It was a funny sort of statement. They had to wait, but supposedly could enjoy the women. It seemed contradictory almost. An incongruency. Metro had become good at spotting those. Too good really. They usually turned out to be nothing. But spotting them had also saved his life in the past. It could just be the Hutt showing his largesse, in another way, but the Hutt could also be watching to see their response. Was that it? Was this some sort of trap? A test maybe? Why would the Hutt want to see how they reacted, whether they decided to indeed, enjoy the women, or not? Or was he just reading too much into this? No, he wasn't, Metro decided that it was probably a trap. He had no idea how it was triggered, or what was triggered, or why it had been placed. But he was almost certain it was a trap of some sort. He didn't look around for security cameras or anything. He just kept his cool and kept pondering.

What would happen if he decided to enjoy the women? Would the Hutt think this good or bad? How about staying put and not doing anything? And why? Would the Hutt only trust men who would keep his hands off 'our women' or would they be considered not aggressive and daring enough to be good bounty hunters if they didn't? Did it even matter? Metro decided he didn't have enough information on the Hutt so it was an irrelevant question. Or maybe he did have enough. In any case, he would do what benefited him first and foremost regardless of the Hutt's opinion. As he did in most situations, actually. And the optimal way to spend his own time would be getting to know the other hunters. But thinking about what the Hutt wanted had given him a weird idea on how to do that. He turned to the hunter in the brown bomber jacket.

"Hey, I'm Metro." He paused for any response before continuing. "Not really into girls myself. You?" Metro asked. Mete rolled her eyes. She knew her boss was up to something. And lying. By the way the door guards acted, not moving, Metro had guessed the Hutt preferred hired guns to be stoic and not pursue women. It was his hunch that the Hutt preferred professionals. So he wanted to provoke another hunter into acting as unprofessional as possible. Typical Umbaran plot, really.