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ISS Hyperion - Sith Space
Ners stood stock still on the Icarus-Class Star Courier as he made his way from the nearby Star Port to the warmachine that hung in the nearby void like a dagger waiting to strike. He hadn’t been on a Star Destroyer before - indeed, Ners had made it one of his aims to avoid them as often as possible, the leviathans the Empire forged something far above his paygrade to concern himself with. However, when someone was offering you as much money as this Navy Man was - Ners allowed himself to make an exception.
He had arrived an hour or so earlier via a chartered ship from Hutt Space at the invitation of the man he was set to meet, spending the time reading up on what little information he had been able to obtain about his soon to be client. Informants had mostly been useless, the few who had been willing to part with knowledge had been those he had called from within the Sith Military itself - and as usual, they had been exceedingly tight lipped. Guess we shall just have to wait and see, he thought to himself as he tore his eyes away from the Ship outside - his thoughts interrupted by the entry of the Security detail.
’’Strip your weapons and gear, now.’’ commanded the lead man of the pair, to which Ners merely shrugged. He was wearing a basic combat vest, a single D-15p pistol at his side in a hoster. He had decided to cut a more professional look than the one he wore into combat, a simple black suit and hat over the top of his vest, a vibro-knife in his boot and a data-pad at his side. He had a case with him, containing his other equipment such as his Rim Scout Armour, a minor adaptation being that the helmets functions had been applied to a neckpiece and goggles only. The case also contained two Sunspear-Class Heavy Blaster, with a further D-15p pistol stored inside. A collection of thermal detonators and other grenades sat in a separate case, alongside his two blades should a more personal approach to the contract be needed.
Ners smirked at the Security Guard, and sarcastically handed him the MD-12 he was holding ’’Boo!’’ he shouted, his face inches away from the Guards mask, causing the man to yelp and recoil. ’’No need to be so jumpy, I don’t shoot clients.’’ he added, refusing to hand over his remaining weapons, and taking the MD-12 back from the Guard as the ship came into land aboard the ISS Hyperion. ’’I ain’t made a policy on their lackeys though.’’ he added with a smile as he stepped off the ship.
The docking bay was impressive to say the least, adorned with banners and sigils of the Empire - no doubt meant to impress and intimidate the Hunter in equal measure. Ners did his best to act calm, and appear unfazed - it wouldn’t do to let the client think they had him on the back foot, well - not yet at least. Seeing who presumed to be an Officer, judging by the pips on the man's uniform, he stopped, looked the man up and down and introduced himself.
’’Ordo. Ners Ordo, here to see the Boss.’’
OOC - Death disabled.