Those who are dead do not speak. (Ask; Be aware of my posting time)

[Incubi Priest]

"Retto Veraber is a famed warrior amongst the Jedi. He's more rogue than he'd like to admit, but his moral code of ethics are a photocopy of the Jedi code anyway. He's been on my ass for the past 20 years, albeit he went missing for the last five. Buuuut, now he's back and ready to cause more hell for me and my associates. Keep in mind that this would tip the scales in my enemies' favor, and I can't have that.

Eamic is a Shade Knight, not very high in ranks, but incredible force power. I mean, I almost tremble in his presence. Mind you I said almost," Eul said, taking a swig from his hip flask, "but anyway. He's working for me, but that guy is shady. Real sick in the head. I'm not about to repeat what I've heard, but ask around and you'll hear the rumors. I like him, great guy. But a man that insane can't be trusted. I don't need you to kill him, just keep tabs on him. Check in occasionally and let me know what he's up to. Make sure he's loyal."

Eul stood up and stretched, leaning against the front of his desk in front of the changeling. Putting a small vile to his nose, he snorted some of his own spice. Was this good business ettiquite? Of course not. Did he care? Of course not.

"You can't kill Retto. As crazy as it sounds, you can't. I don't want you to kill Eamic, but you couldn't kill that Jedi if you tried. He'll fight till you die, but if he's gonna lose, by God I swear he'll find a way out of it.

You don't need to kill him anyway, just keep him occupied. I'll give you 25,000 up front, another 25,000 when the wars over if he doesn't become a nuisance. An extra fifty if he dies, but an extra hundred if you capture him. So, one hundred and fifty thousand credits for one man, and you don't even have to kill him. Oh, and I'll give you twenty-five for Eamic's surveillance. That work?"

 

[Random Hero]

Johnny nodded in agreement a lit a cigarette. "Sounds good, so where do we sta..." Before Johnny could finish his words, Andy burst back into the room cursing up a storm. "We need to get the **** out of here." he shouted as he opened a large locker in the adjacent room. "I was dragging that body to the curb, and some bacon came around asking question, he got one across the windpipe for his troubles. When one pig gets killed a whole army of bacon will show up soon after." Johnny sighed at his brother's predicament and turned back to the Zeltron. "You can explain the rest on the way there." Johnny stood up and walked to a door labeled The Fun Room. The inside was stocked with hundreds of different weapons including guns, knives, explosives, etc. Andy was already in there loading ammunition in a shotgun. Johnny grabbed an assault rifle and two machetes like knives. "Andy grab some claymores." Andy shouted back "Got it." and he started to pack explosives into a small bag. Johnny loaded his pistols as he stated to his accomplice. "Grab what you want and let’s get the hell out of here."

 

[Viggy]

Loptrodok listened closely throughout Eul’s explanation of the two men. He couldn’t help but curl his lip slightly in disgust as he watched the crimelord snorting spice, but as gross as it was, the shapeshifter had seen it many times in his life and wasn’t about to pitch a fuss. Especially since the job sounded relatively simple, considering the pay. Although Eul had screwed up his mathematics a bit, making the price sound higher then it was - he had said 25,000 plus a bonus of 100,000 for Retto alive, but then put the payment for the captured Jedi warrior at 150,000. No matter, Lop wouldn’t even bother bringing it up. He didn’t plan on trying to capture the warrior anyway, it sounded much simpler and worth the effort to make a nice sum of 75,000 credits, just by keeping this Jedi Knight away from the gang war and keeping tabs on the Shade Knight.

“Okay, that works. Any clues on where I’ll find them, or is that entirely up to me?”

 

[Ser Gregor]

(((OOC: Actually Viggy, 25 up front, 25 when the war ends, and 100 for capturing is 150... Another 25 for Eamic and that's 175. >.>

Also, I'll post in a sec.)))

 

[Viggy]

((Loptrodok isn't planning to capture him))

 

[Ser Gregor]

(((Regardless, if you captured him it'd be 150,000. He didn't make a mathematical error, since 150,000 is the full price you could get for that one man. And I realized I can't post until Viggy leaves the room, lol.)))

 

[Incubi Priest]

Eamic was a highly dramatic and theatrical person, yet in light of imminent danger he made no effort to play his role. In a flash his lightsaber hilt was in hand, ready to be ignited at a second's notice in order to butcher some unfortunate law enforcement officials should they cross his path. He stepped into the "Happy Room", merely following the brothers as he did not know of any escape route.

"Where's the exit?" He spat curtly. Not out of rudeness, but necessity: in times of eminent danger, ettiquite often had to be forsaken.

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"No clues on that little rodent bastard Veraber, but Jedi are often so inconspicuous they stick out like a Gammorean in a civil rights parade. That's an oxymoron I know, but the analogy sticks. As for Eamic, he's currently working with the Hunter Brothers. They met in a cantina here on Alderaan, but the psycho pathic siblings have a base on Coruscant that I'm aware of.

I'm giving you a high level Alpha clearance on my Surveillance and Recon System. SARS can find nearly anyone in the galaxy at anytime, anywhere. My most costly project, but by far the most useful and effective. I have an intricate web of informants, traitors, moles, cameras, microphones, etc., that all link back to my central database. It can be remotely accessed with this," He tossed the man an odd cylindrical holoprojection device, "anywhere in the Galaxy. Of course, I'll be monitoring whatever you try accessing. Security purposes you understand. I assume you're taking the job. If so you may leave when you wish...sooner rather than later, please."

Eul tossed the man his starting credits. Combined with the street value of the spice, the payment would surely provide a regal lifestyle for any who accepted it. Making stern, (but not offensive), eye contact with his potential temporary employee, he awaited an answer.

 

[Random Hero]

Andy grabbed as many ammo clips and he could before he turned to leave the room. Johnny followed and shot a quick shout at Eamic "Follow us." Andy led the two other down the stairs to the small hangar with the large sealed door. He continued down another staircase to a small door in the basement, which was labeled as "Maintenance". On the other side of the door was a tunnel that looked to extend quite a distance. Johnny sealed the door behind them then hit a switch to the side. A robotic voice crackled over a comm system and stated that lockdown was being initiated. Johnny leaned up against the wall and laughed, while Andy, who appeared a bit rattled, lit a cigarette. Johnny turned to Eamic, "That was a close one eh? This tunnel will take us back out to the dock area. We gotta walk. We would have a speeder but some ****ING MORON HAD TO GO JOYRIDING IN IT!" As Johnny finished his statement, he picked up a small rock and threw it at Andy, who just grumbled and muttered in return. Johnny started to walk down the tunnel, "Alright, let's get the hell out of here."

 

[Viggy]

Returning the eye contact, Loptrodok nodded with understanding. He caught the starting pay and the device that would link him to the SARS network. Slipping both into his suit coat, the shapeshifter absorbed the items into his body as he had absorbed the spice earlier. It was a handsome sum to be paid in advance, and the SARS network sounded like it would make this job a hell of a lot easier. Lop liked working for Eul already.

“Sure, I’ll take the job. I’ll contact you when I have information on the Shade Knight, I’ll make sure he’s not doing anything suspicious. And I’ll find a way to distract that Jedi…”

Rising to his feet, Loptrodok shook Eul’s hand and then turned away, exiting the office. He started making his way out of the building.

 

[Incubi Priest]

Eamic followed his companions with his lightsaber hilt held loosely, putting a cigarette of his own to his lips. Lack of a speeder would make progress slow indeed, but there were ways around that. Personally, the Shade planned on gaining transportation one way or another. The 'one way' usually included renting or buying a vessel to get from point A to point B. The 'other' generally led to potential corpses begging for mercy. Needless to say, the Zeltron would rather enjoy the latter far more than the previous.

"We'll get transport. I can contact my brothers in the Order if I must, but I would rather leave that as a last resort. Our grandmaster might not approve of my dealings, but then again, our neutrality is our key. Out of neutrality we are free to make our own choices, or so I am lead to believe."