Crashing the party (Ask/Invite)

[Storm]

Why did they always flee to the Outer Rim? Kemplex VII, at least, was in one of the more civilised areas. In the Auril Sector; same as Ossus. ROGUE grunted as he slipped out the back of his ship; the authorities had already been paid not to notice anything; they'd think him just another in a long, long line of smugglers. The man he was chasing was responsible for what could have been a terrorist attack on a Mid Rim world. A freelancer? An Alsakan? A Hutt affiliate? ROGUE was here to apprehend the target, find out, and then kill. The man wasn't to be allowed to live, and ROGUE didn't plan to let him do so. There was a soft thump as he emerged out the back of his ship, into the shadows, amongst numerous crates from the freighters that had been bringing in goods all day long. ROGUE's gun was inside his clothes, carefully tailored to match those of the locals. Well. "Gun" would be the wrong word; "Guns" would be more factually correct. If he were caught with a gun on the station, there'd be considerable trouble. Due to the fact it was a space station, there were very strict gun laws.

But hey, he was Sector 13. He didn't need to worry.

Besides, every man and his Tach had a gun here; the authorities tended to turn a blind eye to it where bribes were involved. When men died with mysterious bullet hole look-a-likes in their bodies, it was pretty obvious that the bribes were going some way to solve the problem. ROGUE's job, however, wasn't to galvanise the authorities here. Kemplex wasn't even a Republic world, as far as he knew. His target had put down some time earlier, within the day; ROGUE knew the man would more than likely expect to be followed, but wouldn't know that he was being followed for sure. ROGUE had been particularly careful since first picking up the man's trail back in the Mid Rim. And particularly careful for a Sector 13 agent meant that no one would have felt his presence any more than a whisper of air was felt two planets away from where it had first started. A complicated analogy, ROGUE thought, as he climbed over the crates.

He set off in the direction of the main offices.

Perhaps his target was planning to try something here; if so, ROGUE would stop him. However there was always the chance that the bomb picked up on the world he'd tried to attack was his only one, and that he didn't have any other targets. Or back up ones. For a fleeting moment, ROGUE tried to work out the motive; a Republic world and a non Republic world seemingly unaffiliated? It didn't matter. People's lives were at risk, and he wouldn't let them just die. The smell of ship fuel and cleaning fluids, as well as a strange scent from the deckplates beneath, reached ROGUE's nose through his moustache. That was a bonus; he hadn't needed to shave that off to fit in. It took time to grow such a good specimen, dammit, and ROGUE didn't appreciate having to start from square one again. He roughly knew the appearance of his target, but didn't actually have a concrete picture. Well, that was no problem.

All the more fun.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

Aros sat there watching his target. He paid a hefty sum of money to some hutt gangsters who kept tabs on this sort of thing. He needed a way back into the republics good graces. Once upon a time he didn't exist. Nor did his organization...now both were considered dead, his security clearance inactive for over two decades...No he wouldn't be freelance to various republic people whome he chose...now wasn't a time for that. This wasn't just a crisis of one religious zealot and his planet...this was another empire...and he wouldn't rest until he was back doing what he loved...

Granted to get this far cost him much of his 'retirement'. But he saw his mark....known only as agent Rogue. But for now, the name jack would due...Aros was wearing regular clothes, had a blaster strapped to his side and his combat knife in his boots...no special gadgetry. This was a bit more subtle...these were spy games.

You see, when counter intelligence is your job there are a few ways to go about it...you can sit tight in a spot your marks known to frequent such as a military base or government building. Learn his schedule and you can then break in and steal what you need. That however wouldn't work as his mark was on assignment. For this you needed a more...blunt approach.

"HEY! JACK!" Aros yelled loud enough to hear a few blocks down. He was jogging casually as though he was trying to catch up to an old friend. "JACK!" he pointed at agent Rogue. "WAIT UP JACK!"

Finally he caught up after having caused quite a scene. A few people were staring at the pair, annoyed or curious. Quietly Aros looked at Rogue and whispered. "Next moves yours my friend...you can go with it, or your covers blown eh?"

 

[Storm]

Who the hell is this? Some fool... And yet he seemed to know who ROGUE was, this seemed to planned to be an act of random stupidity. He was a problem, and he'd need to deal with him. The whisper only confirmed this. "I have a gun inside my jacket." ROGUE whispered, with a broad grin, as if talking to an old friend. "It's pointed at you. If you resist, attempt to move your hands to draw a weapon, or proceed to make any other sort of act I deem provocative, you will die and I will vanish. The authorities will mop up your body and push it over the side of the station. Now, you will come with me and you will come with me quietly." ROGUE had nothing to fear for weapons of the man; if he moved his hands in such a way, he'd die, as ROGUE said. With his other arm around the man's shoulder, as if embracing a friend, he pulled him along with him. Between two buildings, an alleyway turned once and then bent inwards; perfect cover. That was where ROGUE was headed, and that was where ROGUE would interrogate this man.

What the hell was he doing? This wasn't his target.

If Sector 13's secrecy had been compromised, this man wouldn't live through the next half an hour, if he even lived that long. As ROGUE reached the alleyway, he pushed the man he'd held down it, the smells of rubbish and urine assailing ROGUE's nostrils. With a professional manner, he ignored it, before drawing his blaster and pointing it straight at the man. "The same rules apply." ROGUE snarled. "You do anything provocative and you will be dead. Down here, no one can here you scream." He made sure his words were understood, before continuing. "Who the hell are you, what are you doing here, and why are you assailing me? Besides that, how do you know of me, who I am, or that I'd be here." It was disconcerting that someone had been able to follow him, but if this was his target then that wasn't a problem. He'd be killing him anyway, so why not solve two problems with one stone? That'd be so much more economical.

Not that economics had anything to do with anything.

"Perhaps your answers will be enough to save your life, which is already in a very unsteady position." If the man needed any more persuasion to give his answers, there it was. "If you're thinking of running or attacking me, then know that I am have combat abilities that, I can assure you, dwarf yours. I've been killing bastards like you since I was fresh off the tit, and I've had the best training possible for a good portion of my life. You've got no option other than to answer my questions and to answer them truthfully, or you won't be answering any more questions again. I trust that you have the intelligence to understand that, and that you're not going to be making any foolhardy, stupid moves." ROGUE's gun hadn't moved an inch throughout his entire monologue, and his finger was ready on the trigger. The gun was cocked, and ROGUE would fire the very split second he deemed it to be necessary. If he did. Of course, that still depended on the man's answers. It was a strange thing, to hold the life of a man in the palm of your hand and ransom him for it.

Yet it was so exhilarating...

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Ah...who I am...who I am...I am a man that knows a gun is a ranged weapon for one thing..." he says and as he says it he grabs the man by the wrist, still draped around him and spins out from under him bringing his wrist up like a sword then thrusting it down pushing him away and down. (think something like this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixflRKbTkfw )

Quickly without missing a beat he draws his own blaster pointing it at the man. "Now really. I come here, in a place full of people. And give you an opening, obviously. Let you lead me where you like, no weapons drawn on my part where if I wanted to do you harm a sniper would've done the trick....what is the republic teaching her agents these days? Really...Now. I know your name. I know you work for the republic. I would like to go back to working for the republic as I did so long ago. Obviously the republic is in dire straights if you're anything to judge by. My name is Aros. Just Aros. I'm sure you know the kind of people that only have one name." He takes a few steps away, out of range from any kicks or punches or leg sweeps. Short of lunging at Aros's blaster barrel they were at an impasse. Able to talk, just as Aros had wanted.

 

[Storm]

ROGUE draw his gun up with a snap, and would have put three bolts into the man's head had he not already had a blaster raised. And was he not interested in hearing the man's answer. "This is your last kriffing chance." ROGUE snarled, his blaster unwavering, three metres away from the man. "You pull a stunt like that again and I'll drop you dead. Bastards like you think they're so smart these days." ROGUE waited for a moment. "I've not killed you yet for one sole reason: I want answers. You've still got the possibility to save your life. The keys are in your hands. You speak high words for a man at the bad end of things, here, and whoever the hell you work for is obviously in even worse shape if you are anything to go by." ROGUE sighed. "If you "worked for the Republic", as you claim, which you'll excuse me for doubting, then prove it." ROGUE's eyes flashed. "Give me the name of an agent or more that your worked with, and I'll be the judge of whether you were affiliated with the Republic at any time or not."

"Or, if you prefer, we can end this now..."

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"You do realize we both have blasters drawn...so really it's anyones game at this point. Yet again, I point out I could've killed you after I tossed you, but you seem to like to think you've got brass balls of steel. I like that. Knew a kid in the republic Named Raith. Similar temperment too...for the record, the whoever I work for line doesn't work if I was retired. And previously worked for the republic." He says with a sly wink.

 

[Storm]

"Anyone's game?" ROGUE smiled. "I don't think you've taken into the equation how easily I could kill you if I wanted to." The blaster didn't move an inch. "RAITH?" ROGUE frowned. He'd had that codename about twenty years ago; if this man had been affiliated with the Republic's espionage units then... At least he wouldn't know about Sector 13. He'd merely consider him an average spy.

Which was good.

"I know the man." He said, slowly. Still the blaster did not move. "In fact... I was the man." It was beginning to come back to him now. He'd worked with this man that now called himself "Aros" on numerous occasions.

"We thought you were dead."

ROGUE softly replied. They had, it was true. ROGUE, his partner, had thought him dead. He'd moved on; you didn't get to work for Sector 13 by being a sentimental, emotional whiner. Yet still, finding out now.

"What happened to you? Where did you go?"

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Ah well...that's classified. Still seeing as how I'm dead...and out of work..." he chuckled. "I went black. Completely. They faked my death and moved me to create my own unite of assassins. That mess with the crazy jedi on correllia? That was me that took her out. The terrorists in the mid-rim, shot dead through the head at 700 meters? No one knew who? That was also me...over the years my men and I have done lots of work. The positive side to going dark like that is that you can pick and choose your own jobs. The negative side is that the only way out is to fake your own death....so I did it..again..." He laughed.

"It was tedious but I got out after all was quiet with the alsakans. I had it all, living the dream on this backwater planet called tattooine hunting relatively new creatures for cash...not a care in the world. Drinking my days away..." He chuckled "Till the hutts started rumbling about...see a man like me keeps a few ears in the communications line...'s got me spooked...and a few others guys higher up if I'm not mistaken. I want back in. On the grid this time. So I come to you...and you pull a gun on me. A patriot of the republic." he chuckles. "And try and play mister hardass...so you clearly haven't changed much in 20 years."

 

[Storm]

Could he still be considered a friend? He'd lied, escaped, not even told ROGUE, his partner, what was going on. It made sense; why tell anyone? But did that mean he could still be a friend? I have no friends. ROGUE thought, coldly.

"Quite a resume, Aros." He'd used the same name then.

"We've been up to pretty much the same. But if I told you, I'd have to kill you." There was no hint of laughter, of a joke, in ROGUE's tone. The gun still didn't move. ROGUE still wasn't comfortable with him; why come back? How could ROGUE trust him that he had left this group? That he was with the Republic again?

"So why come back?"

He'd mentioned wanting to get involved with the Republic again, but why now? "You mentioned you want to get involved with us. Why? Why now? Why did you leave?" ROGUE frowned. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Why didn't I tell you? Because there are alot of people I imagine that want me dead. Also, I couldn't tell you when I left because the information was...and still is classified. Why can you trust me? Because I'm telling you classified information. Why now? I already said that, your ears broke?" he was begining to grow tired of the tough guy act. If anything experience had taught aros there was no upper hand. Only the chance to act first. After that, it was anyones game. Aros had acted first, and didn't take the kill. For that Rogue should be more than happy, but noooo...that would just make this to easy. Aros rolled his eyes slightly.

 

[Storm]

"I'd drop the attitude. Seeing as you presumably don't want to kill me, as you have a goal to achieve, I'd think you'd better be playing nice, so I give you what you want."

ROGUE still didn't move the gun. He wasn't yet on good terms with Aros.

"How do I know this information is classified? How do I know you're not dragging me along with some shit?"

Somehow, ROGUE didn't think he was. Nonetheless, he would be asking the questions. He would be the one with the power in this conversation.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"I should drop the attitude?" he chuckled "That's the pot calling the kettle black. At anyrate..." he said scratching his lower back. "You'll be seeing me again, and you'll know it's me because you'll recognize the armor...if you forgot the armor I will seriously have to hurt you. It's my baby." he let a flash bang grenade drop that was strapped to his back as things came back into focus for anyone nearby the man known as Aros was gone.

((Make your next post a bit more into your investigation, you can even have reported me to section thirteen at this point if you like))