Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 10:49 am Post subject: Items of Importance (Recrus and Aielron)
If a being had done much work with the Grey Jedi, then they'd easily recognize the YT-1930 known as the Sc'rath. It was arguably one of the most famous ships associated with a force-user. It was this notoriety that led Recrus to seek meetings on neutral or sparsely populated planets.
Currently sitting in a small cantina on Tatooine, the Dark Lord of the Sith waited for a particular being to arrive. Sipping a glass of water, he frowned. As Lord of the Sith, it was his duty to train the future generation. He was also considered a criminal on many worlds, regardless of what he had or hadn't done.
As such, he had little time to spare with missions and sojourns to uncover more about the sith. Knowing that his acolytes weren't trained enough to do the jobs he needed, Recrus had turned to the next option, hiring people to do the work for him.
Closing his eyes, Recrus sighed. Depending on if the being showed up, he'd be able to step closer to his goal of unifying the galaxy under one banner. Taking another sip of water, he returned to waiting, idly paying attention to the other occupants of the bar. _________________
Aielron was a quiet man. He hardly ever talked to anyone, and only talked to those whom he knew, or those giving him jobs and contracts. To him, those were the only people worth wasting breath on.
But today the bounty hunter was more excited than usual. It was the first time since the Force War that he was going to meet with a client. He had done numerous tasks and killed many people during the war, and had not had a job since then. He had just been living a quiet life on Tatooine, trying not to attract any attention from the wrong kind of people, such as the Hutts, or Zeusa Sun. He refused to work with those kind of people who only cared about money.
This was different. For some reason, Aielron felt like he was meeting someone rather important. He didn't know who it was or who they worked for, but they had found him, and that was enough to know that they had some sort of high power.
Aielron pulled his swoop to a stop just outside of a small Cantina where the meeting was arranged. Calmly he stepped off and went inside to meet this mysterious client. _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
Recrus watched as his contact entered the cantina. Once the man took a seat across from him, Recrus smiled. The man certainly seemed capable. Rather or not he actually was capable was another question.
Steepling his fingers in front of him, Recrus spoke in a quiet, powerful voice. "Word is that you're adequately skilled when it comes to finding people who have become...misplaced. I have need of such a person.
On the planet Recopia, there is an individual named Razi Khan. I know nothing about him besides that. He is in possession of certain knowledge that I need. He knows the location of some well preserved artifacts. Either bring me the man, or kill him and bring me the information. I don't care which.
If you bring me the man, I'm paying twenty thousand credits. You bring the information, and it's ten thousand." _________________
'Straight to the point. That's what I like.' Aielron thought to himself. Ruklon took off his helmet and leaned back in his chair.
"No need for introductions, I see. Well if what you've heard is that I'm capable of doing such a task as the one at hand, then for once the talk about town must be correct." Aielron leaned back into the table and his voice softened. I'll find your man, and if I don't bring him back alive, then your trust will have been misplaced." The mohawk clad bounty hunter relaxed once again, and he raised his voice back to a normal volume.
"I guarantee that your trust has not been misplaced," Aielron said with a half-smile type of smirk on his face. _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
"Good, then we only have one more matter to discuss right now." Recrus slid a datapad across the table. "This data contains a contact number. When you succeed, you will call me and leave a ten second message. No more, no less. Two hours after you send the message, you will get a return detailing a place and time for us to meet to facilitate the transaction."
Recrus grabbed his glass of water and drained it of its contents. Setting the glass down, he looked at his new employee. "Know one thing. I don't tolerate failure lightly. Make sure you don't end our business together so soon."
With that warning, Recrus rose from the table. Pulling his hooded cloak closer around him, he left the cantina, returning to his ship. _________________
As the mysterious client who did not ever even give his name left the bar, Aielron thought about his next move. No doubt he needed the money, and he wanted to get the job done soon, but neither did he want to rush the job. He had to go to the system of Recopia, and locate an individual named Razi Khan. For some reason, that last name, Khan, range a bell in Aielron's mind. Not that it mattered at all, it was just something to think about.
After about 5 minutes of sitting in the bar alone after the client left, Aielron left and headed out to his swoop. No sooner did he find himself in the cockpit of his Miy-Til starfighter eager to go on his first job in over a year. "Set coordinates for the Recopia system," Ruklon said as the ship began to lift into the air. 'Well it's back to work for this old bounty hunter.' Aielron thought to himself. _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
Aielron first saw the giant red planet from from his ship, and could tell that it wasn't an urbanized metropolis like most of the core worlds. He had read about Recopia before, but he knew very little about it. He knew that it was a core world, and had once supported the New Republic. That was about it. Upon entering the planet's atmosphere, Ruklon could tell that there was a definite reason for the lack of society. "It's a wasteland..." Aielron said to himself.
The bounty hunter was used to deserts, but nothing like this. This was different. As far as the eye could see, all there was on the surface was Sulfuric Oceans, and rocky outcroppings that littered the landscape. Aielron knew there were people here, and he had to find a place to land and begin his hunt for this Razi Khan character.
Aielron used a scanning system in his ship to locate an old Republic navy base, and began to head for it. This would be a good place to land, and maybe some locals would be there, who could help him locate this marked man.
The old base was broken down, and hadn't been used in decades. It was littered with old and rusted star ships, star fighters, and frigates. Suddenly a voice came over the speaker in the ship. "Unidentified ship, state your name and destination, over."
Aielron picked up his comlink and turned it on. "My name is Aielron Nailo," He said. He always used his alias last name when doing a contract. "Requesting permission to land, I need to resupply and get some rest." Aielron's voice was calm and discreet, but he used an old technique to make himself sound tired and hungry as well, trying to spark some kind of empathy in the men on the base.
"One moment please, Mr. Nailo." The man on the other end left the line and came back a moment later. "You're clear to land, use the far east quadrant of our landing platform. We'll have some droids prepare for your arrival."
"Thank you very much, sir." Aielron turned off his comlink and flew the ship to the far east platform, just like he was instructed. He brought the ship in for a slow landing, and put his helmet on. He didn't need anyone sing his face. As he exited teh ship, there was no noise outside. At all. It was an errie sound of silence that Aielron had not heard in a very long time. He strode towards the main platform, to try and find out some more info on Khan .
Ruklon walked into the base, and found that there was actually many people in there. He saw an information desk and walked over. The lady behindthe desk looked up, and looked quite surprised. "Oh, How can I help you? I assume you're the man who just landed? Mr. Nailo, I think?"
Aielron took off his helmet and looked at the receptionist." Yes, that would be me.I'm looking for a certain person do you think you can help me?"
"Well who are you looking for?" The lady asked. _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
" I believe his name is Razi Khan." Aielron noticed a look of disbelief on the receptionists face. He had to come up with a story for why he was looking for this man, and fast. " I was sent here by my Jedi Master, and he wants information on this man so we can complete one of the archives. If you have any information on him, that would work too."
The lady looked calm again and gave Aielron a data card. "This has everything you may need to know about your man. I advise you not go looking for him though. He is quite deadly." and with that Aielron bowed and went looking for an open seat so he could find out what he could about this Khan man. _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
The data card reader sprang to life and the card showed a picture of a man covered in a red robe, carrying a large rifle. He had a mask on, and the mask was painted with the jowels of a Rancor. Aielron started to read about this man.
After about an hour of studying everything he could on the mysterious Khan. He found out that Khan was a member of the mysterious Seyugi Dervishes. They were an ancient band of force using assassins, and the jedi had hunted down and killed most of them. But Razi was put into carbon freezing. Aielron also found out that the place where he was put into carbon freezing was Mallif Cove.
There was one more thing Aielron found out about this Khan man.
He wasn't frozen anymore. _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
Aielron's ship landed about two Kilometers South west of Mallif Cove. Aielron wanted to scout the area before going in two get Razi Khan. Aielron was a smart bounty hunter, and knew that he had to know his target before capturing, or killing, the target. The armored bounty hunter got out of his ship and stood on top of a small hill, and used his rifle scope to look out to the cove. 'Sand people.... I guess I could use some warm up shots...' Aielron thought to himself as he saw a small gang, about 5 of them, of sand people, or Tusken Raiders. Aielron loaded in a clip and knelt down. He took slow, deep breaths, and concentrated on the raider talking to all the rest. He must have been the ring leader because when he went down, all the others seemed shocked. 'You still got it, ya old hag... ha ha...' Ruklon thought to himself. The rest of the people had no chance of survival.
Aielron then decided it was time to go see if he could find Khan in the cove. Aielron got to the front of the cove and walked in, his blaster pistol drawn, just in case. As he crept slowly around one corner, he heard two men talking. He looked around the corner and could easily pick out Razi out of the two. He was talking with another raider, in the raider's native tongue. Then, the Red cloaked Khan drew out his rifle and instantly turned around and fired a shot straight at Ruklon.
OOC: Happy Turkey day everyone!!! _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
Aielron barely had enough time to get behind a pillar and have the shot narrowly miss his head. Razi stood up and started to walk towards the pillar Ruklon was behind. The bounty hunter drew out a small blaster pistol and dove around the corner and took a quick shot at the Tusken Raider. Right between the eyes, if thats what you want to call them, he fell straight back wards. Aielron Held out the pistol pointed straight at Razi. The man in the red cloak held out his rifle pointed at Aielron. Aielron laughed a little. "You must be Razi Khan," He said. "I've been looking for you all day. You're not the easiest individual in the galaxy to locate, you know that?"
"What do you want from me? Who sent you? Who are you?" Razi's voice was deep and demanding, and Aielron could tell he was just a tad-bit angry.
"All of those questions will be answered in due time, my friend. But for now I would like you to cooperate with me. You see, I'm a bounty hunter. Sent here, to find you. Or kill you. Either one works. Now either you can come with me, or your corpse can come with me. I'm fine either way."
Razi Khan took one more shot at Aielron but the Bounty hunter was quick enough to dive to the side. Aielron took two shots rapidly with his pistol at the man's knee caps. Both shots connected, and Razi Khan fell to the floor. Aielron walked over and picked up the man's rifle and tossed it aside. "Now are you willing to come with me, or should I finish you off?"
"You win, bounty hunter. I'm not ready to die just yet. And not by your hands, either."
"Good, then you just sit tight and we'll be on our way very shortly." Aielron walked to the side and pulled out his comlink, and entered in the number that the client had given him. He started recording the ten second message.
"I have your man, we are on recopia. Message me where to go."
Then Aielron walked back over to the man and sat down. "Two hours my friend, then we will be on our way." _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
After leaving Tatooine, Recrus had returned to Korriban. He had Acolytes that needed training and his own studies to pursue. Aielron was fulfilling the first steps of his plan. Who knew, in time, the bounty hunter might become an integral part to the Dark Lord's plans.
Recrus snorted at this thought as he read from one of the ancient texts. Much of the ancient sith teachings had been lost, and he was working to recover that knowledge, to return the sith to their former glory. If there was a time when the bounty hunter became important, it was far into the future.
The silver protocol droid standing in the shadows jerked forward. “Excuse me Master, but you have a message. It is from the bounty hunter.”
Recrus smiled. He’s faster than I anticipated. This means I’m either going to be extremely pleased, or I’ll have a dead bounty hunter. “Send saved message 44211. Then I want you to prepare the Sc’rath for flight.”
The droid moved to obey his commands, and Recrus returned to his reading. The message was simple. It gave two sets of coordinates. One set was to a planet, the other to a location on that planet. In this case, the planet was Mustafar. The location was the Mensix Mining Facility.
Less than ten minutes later, and Recrus was on board the Sc’rath, and the ship was streaking through hyperspace, approaching Mustafar. _________________
Aielron got up and looked at the message. Mustafar was now his destination. He also had another set of co-ordinates that he assumed must be some where on the planet. 'Mustafar.... The old droid facility from the clone wars? Only a Sith would know about...' Aielron thought to himself, and a small grin came across his face. Ruklon hated the republic, even though he used to work with and for them, they had now become corrupt. He had looked forward to working with the Sith and trying to bring down the republic. The pieces were now coming together. Quite nicely, at that.
"Well, I know where we are going now, Mr. Khan. Now get up, and we'll go. Oh wait, I shot your legs, right? Okay then." Aielron walked over to a service droid, and told it to get a hovering gurney and to get the man onto it and into the cargo bay of the ship. Aielron had his man, had his ship, and was heading to meet his client on Mustafar. More than that, he finally felt like he had a purpose.
To help the sith. _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
Recrus spent his time en route in meditation, letting Stacy handle the flight. His droid was a skilled pilot, capable of handling everything except for combat or asteroid field piloting. This allowed Recrus to focus on mentally reviewing what he'd spent the last day or so reading.
Hours later, and Recrus was brought out of his meditations by a slight buzzing throughout the ship. The Sc'rath was coming out hyperspace. Moving swiftly, Recrus made it to the cockpit in time to take the controls to land the freighter.
Moving down the loading ramp, Recrus smiled. The planet was hell manifested, covered in lava, and volcanoes. The atmosphere was filled with poisonous gases outside the habitation zones. Even inside the shield, the air was hot enough to make breathing uncomfortable.
The Dark Lord of the sith stood on the landing platform, continuing his meditation while he waited for the bounty hunter's arrival. Despite hoping for the best, that Aielron had been successful, Recrus couldn't help but wonder what he'd do should the bounty hunter have failed him. _________________
Aielron entered the atmosphere of Mustafar and instantly recalled everything he ever read about the planet. Red. Hot. Hell. He'd never been to the planet before, but this was exactly how they described it on data pads. Aielron entered coordinates into the ship and watched as it took him to a landing platform. The Sc'rath was waiting for him.
Aielron brought the ship down for a slow landing, facing straight at the ship that made Ruklon's look like a womp rat compared to a bantha. Aielron stopped the ship and opened the cargo bay door as he jumped out to meet his client.
Aielron brought the man around to the large ship, and in front of the mysterious client. "I told you your trust was not misplaced."
_________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
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