Ask [Belasco] It's the Accent

[Zeep Repo]

The young Amaran was a relative novice when it came to the Bounty Hunting the business. He had managed to slog his way through the screening processes to get into Belasco space to get after his target. His fluffy vulpine tail flicked back and forth behind him as his impatience subsided. The tropical region of the predominantly aquatic world came closer into view. The bright sunlight already making the young Amaran know he was going to become hot easily. A finger pulled the collar of his body suite a bit away from his neck to get some air.

The record of Bizzel Vidge, his target, told him that the Kubaz was somewhere in the city of Comert or Senta, the planet's capital. Bizzel's early career was thanks to his knowledge of dock yards and ship hangars. Nothing special aside from his ability to remain illusive this long stood out. multiple counts of fraud, counterfette, forgery and impersonating an law enforcement officer were tallied up on his record along with some jail time. Ever since he made it out though a few years back the con-kubaz has been up to no good and earned an underworld bounty on his head among other things. The condition was dead or alive though it would pay significantly more to bring him in alive. The Amaran wasn't a blood thirsty murderer after all.

Zeep was taking this job seriously. The young bounty hunter had been successful in the field so far. But there was still a lot for him to learn. Once his ship touched down he made sure to lock it down. His droid blaster arm was stowed and inert. The Amaran certainly looked like a militant individual with his associated attire. The first stop would be to look for who might forge transponder codes in the area. Aside from going to the local cantina or slicing into the police and traffic surveillance there were only so many avenues for him to follow.

@Kestrel

 

[Bast Emblai]

The veteran ranger was tired. All the holoshows about detectives neglected to depict the the less thrilling paperwork and long stake-outs. Informants on Belasco had tipped off the Sector Rangers on a wanted criminal’s whereabouts. Chief Hudson had personally sent Bast the case file, and there was no arguing with the man. To him, she was a bother, a useless injured woman who was nothing but a burden in combat situations and best kept busy to the side while the better men and women dealt with real threats, like the Eternal. Perhaps she was, but at least the Rangers could have booked her a first class ticket off planet. Instead she was stuck next to a pantoran with hair so greasy it could have been used to oil hinges.

The shuttle landed with a rather rough thunk. Poor Blue was caged up in the cargo hold. She had tried to find someone to look after him, but most of her friends were working and unable to take care of a six month old puppy. The adoption had been an impulse decision. They were very rare for the Corellian. There had been many nights where she regretted taking on the responsibility of the creature, but pride and a growing sense of something nurturing meant returning the hound had never been on the metaphorical table. Indeed, she was greeted by a furiously wagging stubby tail as soon as he saw her.

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“We have to find Bizzel Vidge, buddy. He’s not shown up for parole officers in fifty cycles and is known to impersonate law enforcement. In other words, enough of a nuisance to hunt down but not enough to send a top ranger like Velt or Aran after him.” She sighed. Bast talked to herself before getting Blue, only in private of course. It helped her think more clearly. He tilted his head as if to listen more carefully. It was less lonely with something else there. “First stop, the cantina. You can tag along to make sure no one messes with me.”

@Darasuum

 

[Zeep Repo]

Zeep looked at The Running Comet with a slightly unimpressed expression and his canine head cocked to the side. The name of the cantina was not very impressive but then again he had seen plenty of 'insert color here followed by some creature'. If it wasn't a dangerous description it was usually a debaucherous one.

The short bounty hunter double checked his blaster to make sure it was set to stun bolts. Stepping inside the darker interior Zeep took a moment for his eyes to adjust. A few hooded individuals were in the drinking establishment that were not immediatly dismissed as his target.

Walking further into The Running Comet his head was almost at the same level as the bar counter top. The bartender preemptively leaned over to look down at the Amaran. The attire and over all appearance of the petite vulpine gave the pervayor enough pause to consider if Zeep was just short or too young to serve. "I'm meeting a friend of mine." Zeep said loud enough only the bartender would hear or anybody immediatly nearby which didn't seem to be any any Kubaz looking individuals. But one of the fuzzy pointed ears of the fox was aimed deeper into the cantina where there was more setting. There were two hooded figures he would need to get a better look at but each sat separately and alone.

If the Amaran moved on one and guessed wrong things could turn into a fight or a chase. Neither of which Zeep wanted to do. Maybe I'll just stun them both. No then I'll be paying for legal charges or whatever. The Amaran sighed at the bartender's answer even though he had done it moreso in acknowledgement of his own predicament. "Sorry what?"

"I said, do you see 'em?" The bartender evidently repeated themselves. "Uh....not sure. I'll get a flameout, please." His right ear twitched in the bartender's direction as his fox eyes kept shifting between the two hooded individuals. Fifty fifty. The bartender stared for an extra heartbeat at his latest customer and would begin to make a beverage. "I hope you're not thinkin' of startin' any trouble with my other patrons." It sounded almost like a warning but at the same time more like a prayer.

@Kestrel - dice throw for bizzel

 

[Bast Emblai]

The Running Comet seemed like a nice enough place. It was indeed ironic that a woman who didn’t often drink had become a cantina connoisseur, but she had probably been to hundreds of the establishments in her decade-and-a-half of work. So many, in fact, that at one point, while she was assigned to monitor a person of interest, the bartender had her order memorized- not that sparkling water was particularly difficult to remember. The corner of the woman’s mouth turned up at the memory, then fell immediately back into place. She had a part to play and she musn’t look too enthusiastic. Smiling drew attention in a galaxy of miserable people.

Speaking of drawing attention… a young foxlike figure stood at the bar. She thought back to her species sensitivity seminar to remember the name. Am.. amar… marin… Well, it was something along those lines. It was more embarrassing that she couldn’t quite grasp it. He looked young, young enough that she would have asked to see identification, but something told the Lieutenant that would neither help keep a low profile or make friends. The interesting thing was that while one ear was politely pointed at the bartender, the other was perked in a slightly different direction, as if he were listening for something. That in itself was not unusual, but something about the way he stood straight and was glancing around told Bast the kid was new to the area.

She strode up casually behind him to wait in line.

“No dogs.” a bouncer rasped. She presented to look apologetic and rummage through her pockets, flashing a badge for only the man to see.

“He’s fully vaccinated and well trained, sir.” The man still looked doubtful so she managed to accidentally drop a few credits near him. She really should have asked Falynn to pet sit. Nevertheless, she was with Blue now, and she couldn’t very well leave him outside for any scoundrel to take. The badge had its priviledges.

The kid in front of her got his drink and she followed him to his seat at a distance, so as not to startle him. “Mind if I sit here? I’m worried the other customers might not appreciate a dog near them, and here there’s a little more space.” While there was no guarantee the kid could help at all with her case, it intrigued her that he seemed new as well. The Running Comet was hardly a tourist attraction, so it was strange he had chosen the spot for a drink- unless he was there as well to observe and wait.

@Darasuum