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.
"That's good to hear. I'd hate to know that our business together would end so shortly, and over something so petty as you not being able to complete a simple retrieval mission." Recrus gazed at Razi, smiling slightly. "Though I am disappointed. I expected our friend here to put up more of a challenge. Regardless, you've completed the job, and you are entitled to your payment."
Waving Stacy forward, the Dark Lord, grabbed the datapad she offered him. Here's the transfer documents, just key in the account you want the money forwarded to, and you'll be paid straight away."
Recrus grabbed Razi Khan by his arm, and steered him toward the Sc'rath. There was much work to be done to remodel the Seyugi Dervish into a beneficial member of the Sith.
Recrus led Khan into the light freighter, leaving Stacy to occupy Aielron. Within minutes, he re-emerged, alone, having placed the prisoner in an adequate cell, after having injected him with a powerful sedative.
Standing in front of the bounty hunter, Recrus smiled sarcastically. "Now tell me Aielron, are you ready for your next assignment?" _________________
Aielron stuck the data card into a pouch on his belt. HE waited patiently with the service droid as The man took his prisoner into his ship. When the man came out, Aielron knew that he would get another job.
"I'm ready for whatever you can throw at me." _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
"I'm glad to hear it. This next mission doesn't concern finding a person. It involves procuring several items for me. However, do to the sensitive nature of these items, I expect this job to be much more difficult than retrieving Khan proved to be."
Reaching to his belt, Recrus removed a small holo-projector. Pressing a button on it, a small, blueish image appeared. "This is a new cloaking device design about to be implemented by the Imperials. I want you to steal a fully operational unit and sabotage the production facility. Not enough to destroy production permanently, just enough to slow them down a few months.
Then, I want you to travel to Aeten II." Recrus pressed the button again and a small warehouse facility replaced the image of the cloaking device. "The coordinates are listed in the datapad you have. The people of Aeten II have been stockpiling a rare crystal, Stygium.
I don't want mass destruction, or more deaths than necessary, but I want a crate of that crystal. Stealth is key on both of these missions. I don't want massive Holonet coverage."
Turning towards the Sc'rath, Recrus took a few steps before calling over his shoulder. "Contact me as soon as you've finished." Then he moved into his ship, eager to return to Korriban and begin questioning his prisoner. _________________
OOC: Sorry it's taken me so long, I've been really really busy lately, with school, work, and my band.
Aielron took in all the info he needed about this mission, and began to walk back t ohis ship. He turned back and looked at Recrus. "It will be done, and don't worry. I don't like fame, I will make sure that there is very little holo-net coverage."
With that the bounty hunter climbed into his ship, and set his coordinates for Korriban. 'The old planet of the sith. Maybe I can find something about this Imperial Suit there.' Aierlon thought to himself. He was calm. He was stress free. But he felt a sudden urgency flow through him, like this mission needed to be completed faster than the last. He didn't know why, but he knew if he didn't get that suit and the crystals soon, there would be hell to pay. He lifted off and went into the atmosphere. _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
As Aielron flew through space he thought about where he was going, and how he was headed straight for the current sith planet. 'Why would the imperials be there?' He thought to himself. 'They're not.' He thought back to old archives, before the force war, and remembered the planet of Dol Glorath, and how that was the sith capital during and before the war. 'That's where they are'. Aielron reset his coordinates, and blasted towards Dol Glarath. _________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
Dol Glorath was a mysterious planet that apparently radiated with dark force powers. Even though he wasn't force sensative by any means, Aielron could somehow feel the dark side surging through the atmosphere. He didn't know where the Imperials would have their factory, but thought if he could find a large enough city, they might have it located there.
He found a large city called Dol Gara, and landed his Miy Til fighter about 1.5 KM away from a main out post. As He got out of his ship, he realized how humid and temperate the planet was. 'I hate Jungles' He thought to himself as he started walking towards the city.
_________________ No Idols. No Heroes. No Leaders. Just pure inner strength.
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