Remiel had been busy in the days after Elder Van Tien's assassination, although he had received no word from either his Direktor, Venator Furtificus, or the soon to be appointed Vicar. This was to be expected, however. Venator had recently been appointed to Admiral of the Alsakan Union's military, and would naturally be busy. The Vicar too, would be busy establishing her cabinet and such before giving orders to the lower-ranking soldiers such as himself. In the meantime, Remiel had made it a habit of meeting with his underworld contacts and crimelords to help bolster The Skeleton Guard's already growing notoriety.
The sun of Gerrard V was beating heavily on the planet's surface, so Remiel decided to remain indoors for the time being. Reaching for the slice of haroun bread he had placed on the table of his apartment building, Remiel nibbled on it with a hint of anxiety. He had been informed that Axorx Mandelli, the Ithorian crimelord of Harazod, Gerrard's old capital city, was interested with meeting him to set up a racketeering operation in cooperation with Venator's organization. The crimeboss would be somewhere in the planet's vast desert; Remiel had been instructed to wait until the one of Mandelli's servants contacted him and led him to the prearranged meeting place.
The Miralukan soldier-criminal was obviously worried about the potential of a trap. Mandelli seemed like an 'honest' criminal, though he had been known to take bribes in the past. Either way, Remiel had brought two TSG members along with him to serve as bodyguards: a young Human male named Rocaz and a Twi'lek named Nu Efeon. Grabbing his Alsakan battle rifle, his two combat knives, and three standard fragmentation grenades, Remiel threw them underneath his overcoat and placed his large hat over his jet-black hair to shield him from the heat before setting out from his apartment.
Upon arriving in the lobby, Remiel was confronted by a burly Human male, probably about forty years of age. Though he looked ferocious and a bit unhinged, Remiel kept his wits about him and glanced about the man for any potential weapons.
"Are you Mandelli's contact?" asked the Miraluka.
"I am," grumbled the man. "Follow me in your speeder. We head north."
No sooner had he told Remiel his instructions did he head for his speeder, start the ignition, and head out of the parking structure and toward the planet's wasteland expanse. Grumbling to himself about the absurdity of this mission, Remiel traversed to his own speeder as quickly as he could, making sure Rocaz and Nu Efeon could make it to the back seats, and followed the contact into the desert.
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The trio of criminals had been following Mandelli's contact closely for several hours, the sun of Gerrard V scorching ground and skin alike. Finally, the contact's speeder stopped near a large oasis, a desert paradise. The desert palms were plentiful and encircled a large, azure lake. In addition to the vegetation and water source, there were several abandoned speeders and vacated houses located around the general area.
Remiel stopped his own speeder behind the titanic contact's, placing his gun in the passenger's seat, just in case the contact decided to confiscate his visible weapons. Remiel motioned for his bodyguards to remain in the vehicle while he went out and meet with Mandelli.
"So," Remiel began, approaching the behemoth of a man. "How long 'till your master arrives?"
"About twenty minutes," growled the man.
"I see," murmured Remiel. "Well, if you don't mind, I'll return to my speeder and wait until your boss arrives."
I don't like this situation, thought Remiel. He had arrived at their meeting place and Mandelli wasn't there, despite what he had promised. Not only that, but Remiel had the itching feeling that he and his men had been followed to the meeting place. Returning to his vehicle, Remiel stepped back inside and grabbed his rifle from the passenger's seat.
The sun of Gerrard V was beating heavily on the planet's surface, so Remiel decided to remain indoors for the time being. Reaching for the slice of haroun bread he had placed on the table of his apartment building, Remiel nibbled on it with a hint of anxiety. He had been informed that Axorx Mandelli, the Ithorian crimelord of Harazod, Gerrard's old capital city, was interested with meeting him to set up a racketeering operation in cooperation with Venator's organization. The crimeboss would be somewhere in the planet's vast desert; Remiel had been instructed to wait until the one of Mandelli's servants contacted him and led him to the prearranged meeting place.
The Miralukan soldier-criminal was obviously worried about the potential of a trap. Mandelli seemed like an 'honest' criminal, though he had been known to take bribes in the past. Either way, Remiel had brought two TSG members along with him to serve as bodyguards: a young Human male named Rocaz and a Twi'lek named Nu Efeon. Grabbing his Alsakan battle rifle, his two combat knives, and three standard fragmentation grenades, Remiel threw them underneath his overcoat and placed his large hat over his jet-black hair to shield him from the heat before setting out from his apartment.
Upon arriving in the lobby, Remiel was confronted by a burly Human male, probably about forty years of age. Though he looked ferocious and a bit unhinged, Remiel kept his wits about him and glanced about the man for any potential weapons.
"Are you Mandelli's contact?" asked the Miraluka.
"I am," grumbled the man. "Follow me in your speeder. We head north."
No sooner had he told Remiel his instructions did he head for his speeder, start the ignition, and head out of the parking structure and toward the planet's wasteland expanse. Grumbling to himself about the absurdity of this mission, Remiel traversed to his own speeder as quickly as he could, making sure Rocaz and Nu Efeon could make it to the back seats, and followed the contact into the desert.
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The trio of criminals had been following Mandelli's contact closely for several hours, the sun of Gerrard V scorching ground and skin alike. Finally, the contact's speeder stopped near a large oasis, a desert paradise. The desert palms were plentiful and encircled a large, azure lake. In addition to the vegetation and water source, there were several abandoned speeders and vacated houses located around the general area.
Remiel stopped his own speeder behind the titanic contact's, placing his gun in the passenger's seat, just in case the contact decided to confiscate his visible weapons. Remiel motioned for his bodyguards to remain in the vehicle while he went out and meet with Mandelli.
"So," Remiel began, approaching the behemoth of a man. "How long 'till your master arrives?"
"About twenty minutes," growled the man.
"I see," murmured Remiel. "Well, if you don't mind, I'll return to my speeder and wait until your boss arrives."
I don't like this situation, thought Remiel. He had arrived at their meeting place and Mandelli wasn't there, despite what he had promised. Not only that, but Remiel had the itching feeling that he and his men had been followed to the meeting place. Returning to his vehicle, Remiel stepped back inside and grabbed his rifle from the passenger's seat.
