Post by Jerex Talan on Jul 6, 2010 11:38:34 GMT -5
*Jerex watches out the viewport as the Duros pilots the ship. He's still amazed at all the military ships in orbit. They looked extremely menacing in their protective orbits as the ship passes beyond the Republic barrier and continues with impulse speeds through the system. He says to Duros Jerrex*
"Wait. Where are we going?"
-Jerrex Operative-
"Aw. You haven't figured it out yet. Well, it'll make you appreciate it that much more."
*After twenty minutes of full thrust flight, the ship begins to slow*
"Look, I want to kick your ass to wipe away last time, but I'm being recruited, I'd like to know what's going on. Jerrex."
*Jerex angrily turns to confront the Duros*
-Jerrex Operative-
"That's! That's not my name. I go by Talon. And just keep looking out the viewport. I really do think you'll appreciate it."
*The Duros, known as Talon, continues slowing the ship and when at near full stop, broadcasts a bit of static on an un-frequently used frequency*
*Jerex turns back to the viewport and is amazed as a section of stars is wiped away and a hangar is suddenly floating in the middle of the extinguished stars*
"Its! Wow. I've heard of ships with experimental cloaking tech, but a black starship with one. Never heard of it. They're extremely costly to maintain?"
-Talon Operative-
*Talon laughs at Jerex's assessment of the economic status of his employer*
"Ha. I wouldn't know, but it isn't the last thing that'll get your attention."
*Talon nudges the freighter inside the hangar before it snaps shut silently. The ship lands between the two other ships in the hangar. A Pelagia Duplex Command Assault Gunship and an old Star Explorer or more commonly know, Star Cab*
"Those! Those ships are old! That's a Star Cab. That's older than dirt almost. And a Tapani Assault Gunship. I've not seen one of them in my lifetime. Who is this guy?"
*Jerex is like a kid in a candy store. The Gunship had one of the highest weapons damage-to-size ratios of all ships so far conceived. It was also legendary among the Elite Exchange Bounty Hunters as they were piloted by their, most often, greatest rivals. Of the known ones to have been used, not one survived today. Courtesy of local government impounds, the Exchange Bounty Hunters, and age. Jerex excitedly heads to the hatch to learn that the hangar was being re-filled with air. Once finished, he walked out admiring the ships while continuing onwards to the hangar's exit/entrance*
-Talon Operative-
*Talon leads Jerex through the ship to a central command deck. Inside the various console stations, are a team of Muun working away vigorously at their tasks. On the platform dais in the middle sits a swiveling throne of a chair with a couple of keypads arrayed around the arms. In it sits another Muun. This one is clearly withering with age. He seems capable and there's still a lit fire behind his eyes, but clearly his body is betraying his spirit with overuse*
"Ah. This must be the Jerex. Your successor, while adequately skilled in combat, doesn't have all the experience or skills necessary for a mission of my magnitude and sensitivity."
*With the last comment, Talon flinches and rubs his left bicep. Clearly something went on and Talon failed to do as instructed*
"Here is the compensation for expenses to be accrued in the pursuit of the mission's completion."
*A datapad is handed to Jerex from one of the Muun pouring over data on the other consoles. From what little Jerex can read from the fast scrolling code on one of the monitors, its clear that these Muun are delving into the the heart of Galactic Trade by analyzing economic data across the entire Galaxy while ignoring allegiances. Among the bits picked out are Huttese investments, Coruscantian loans, imports, and credit lines, declining Exchange profits and business, Alderaan's severed communications, as well as Korriban fuel expenditure, credit lines, and drop in sales and the decreased Onderonian trade traffic. Pretty much a what's-what of every economy of large and small governments or societies of the civilized galaxy. But most of this data was being ignored or discarded. There was something buried in the giant Galactic banking organism that these Muun were trying to locate and track. The faintest of flutters within the otherwise massive mundane economic machine. They were tracking something that had a noticeable effect on such a large, complex, evolving system*
"The mission is to track down my daughter and return her to me completely unharmed. I don't care how long it takes, but you'll receive a reward that is triple of the expense account funds."
*Jerex hardly processes what he's hearing due to the overwhelmingly sensitive and deadly information being carelessly thrown aside for whatever pursuit*
~Wait. He said recover his daughter! That's what they're tracking!?! What an abuse of power. This man. This Muun man is insane~
*That's what Jerex thought before he read the current standing of the expense account*
~Nope, he's definitely insane.~
"Your insane. There's no way you'd have access to this much wealth."
-Muun Banking Clan Leader-
"That's where your wrong. I saw that you glimpsed what information is at my disposal. I have this data at a flick of my smallest finger. I'm the single head of the entire galactic economy. I own nearly all the galaxy's debts and lines of credit. I can bankrupt the Exchange tomorrow, or instead the Foreclose on the Coruscant loans. How about I shut down the lines of supplies to the Sith. Their war machine will burn itself to a halt in three hours. All this power lies in MY hands. All I want, is the safe return of my successor so that she can resume her training to take over for me. I'm nearly 300 years old. I don't have long left to live, and training my daughter is all the legacy I have. Please return her to me."
*Jerex thinks it over for awhile. This Muun was driven by the impulse to leave behind a legacy. After trying to change his own legacy by attempting to join the Republic, he couldn't just walk away from another's similar request*
"Very well. I guess it won't be that hard. I'm mean an adolescent Muun can't be that hard to find."
"No. She's not a Muun. I adopted her when she was but a year old. Here is a recent picture of her. Also, she's extremely gifted by what the Jedi describe as Force-Sensitivity. I'd imagine she'd head for refuge either with them or the Sith. She's always wished to develop that side of herself, but its far more trouble than its worth."
"Well, I can't promise I won't hurt her, but I'll definitely make sure she's alive and in one piece when I bring her back. If she escapes again, don't call me. This is the only time I'll do this."
"I understand. Take one of the ships in the hangar and may your journey be swift and short. Talon, make sure Jerex has everything he needs before he leaves."
*With that Jerex leaves the room with Talon as his guide. They stop at the armory outside the hangar. There, Jerex examines a vast array of some of the best armours and weapons he'd seen. He even spots a copy of his old 'anti-Light-saber' uniform. But he'd learned its cost. You never knew when it could fail. No, this time he'd try something a bit different. There. That was the armour for him*
*Then looking over the weapons, he chose a stun blaster, a trandoshan slavemaster stun carbine, and a force pike. All disabling weapons with the ability to turn deadly should it be needed. With that, he entered the hangar and looked at the three ships in the hangar. Which would he choose*
"Wait. Where are we going?"
-Jerrex Operative-
"Aw. You haven't figured it out yet. Well, it'll make you appreciate it that much more."
*After twenty minutes of full thrust flight, the ship begins to slow*
"Look, I want to kick your ass to wipe away last time, but I'm being recruited, I'd like to know what's going on. Jerrex."
*Jerex angrily turns to confront the Duros*
-Jerrex Operative-
"That's! That's not my name. I go by Talon. And just keep looking out the viewport. I really do think you'll appreciate it."
*The Duros, known as Talon, continues slowing the ship and when at near full stop, broadcasts a bit of static on an un-frequently used frequency*
*Jerex turns back to the viewport and is amazed as a section of stars is wiped away and a hangar is suddenly floating in the middle of the extinguished stars*
"Its! Wow. I've heard of ships with experimental cloaking tech, but a black starship with one. Never heard of it. They're extremely costly to maintain?"
-Talon Operative-
*Talon laughs at Jerex's assessment of the economic status of his employer*
"Ha. I wouldn't know, but it isn't the last thing that'll get your attention."
*Talon nudges the freighter inside the hangar before it snaps shut silently. The ship lands between the two other ships in the hangar. A Pelagia Duplex Command Assault Gunship and an old Star Explorer or more commonly know, Star Cab*
"Those! Those ships are old! That's a Star Cab. That's older than dirt almost. And a Tapani Assault Gunship. I've not seen one of them in my lifetime. Who is this guy?"
*Jerex is like a kid in a candy store. The Gunship had one of the highest weapons damage-to-size ratios of all ships so far conceived. It was also legendary among the Elite Exchange Bounty Hunters as they were piloted by their, most often, greatest rivals. Of the known ones to have been used, not one survived today. Courtesy of local government impounds, the Exchange Bounty Hunters, and age. Jerex excitedly heads to the hatch to learn that the hangar was being re-filled with air. Once finished, he walked out admiring the ships while continuing onwards to the hangar's exit/entrance*
-Talon Operative-
*Talon leads Jerex through the ship to a central command deck. Inside the various console stations, are a team of Muun working away vigorously at their tasks. On the platform dais in the middle sits a swiveling throne of a chair with a couple of keypads arrayed around the arms. In it sits another Muun. This one is clearly withering with age. He seems capable and there's still a lit fire behind his eyes, but clearly his body is betraying his spirit with overuse*
"Ah. This must be the Jerex. Your successor, while adequately skilled in combat, doesn't have all the experience or skills necessary for a mission of my magnitude and sensitivity."
*With the last comment, Talon flinches and rubs his left bicep. Clearly something went on and Talon failed to do as instructed*
"Here is the compensation for expenses to be accrued in the pursuit of the mission's completion."
*A datapad is handed to Jerex from one of the Muun pouring over data on the other consoles. From what little Jerex can read from the fast scrolling code on one of the monitors, its clear that these Muun are delving into the the heart of Galactic Trade by analyzing economic data across the entire Galaxy while ignoring allegiances. Among the bits picked out are Huttese investments, Coruscantian loans, imports, and credit lines, declining Exchange profits and business, Alderaan's severed communications, as well as Korriban fuel expenditure, credit lines, and drop in sales and the decreased Onderonian trade traffic. Pretty much a what's-what of every economy of large and small governments or societies of the civilized galaxy. But most of this data was being ignored or discarded. There was something buried in the giant Galactic banking organism that these Muun were trying to locate and track. The faintest of flutters within the otherwise massive mundane economic machine. They were tracking something that had a noticeable effect on such a large, complex, evolving system*
"The mission is to track down my daughter and return her to me completely unharmed. I don't care how long it takes, but you'll receive a reward that is triple of the expense account funds."
*Jerex hardly processes what he's hearing due to the overwhelmingly sensitive and deadly information being carelessly thrown aside for whatever pursuit*
~Wait. He said recover his daughter! That's what they're tracking!?! What an abuse of power. This man. This Muun man is insane~
*That's what Jerex thought before he read the current standing of the expense account*
~Nope, he's definitely insane.~
"Your insane. There's no way you'd have access to this much wealth."
-Muun Banking Clan Leader-
"That's where your wrong. I saw that you glimpsed what information is at my disposal. I have this data at a flick of my smallest finger. I'm the single head of the entire galactic economy. I own nearly all the galaxy's debts and lines of credit. I can bankrupt the Exchange tomorrow, or instead the Foreclose on the Coruscant loans. How about I shut down the lines of supplies to the Sith. Their war machine will burn itself to a halt in three hours. All this power lies in MY hands. All I want, is the safe return of my successor so that she can resume her training to take over for me. I'm nearly 300 years old. I don't have long left to live, and training my daughter is all the legacy I have. Please return her to me."
*Jerex thinks it over for awhile. This Muun was driven by the impulse to leave behind a legacy. After trying to change his own legacy by attempting to join the Republic, he couldn't just walk away from another's similar request*
"Very well. I guess it won't be that hard. I'm mean an adolescent Muun can't be that hard to find."
"No. She's not a Muun. I adopted her when she was but a year old. Here is a recent picture of her. Also, she's extremely gifted by what the Jedi describe as Force-Sensitivity. I'd imagine she'd head for refuge either with them or the Sith. She's always wished to develop that side of herself, but its far more trouble than its worth."
"Well, I can't promise I won't hurt her, but I'll definitely make sure she's alive and in one piece when I bring her back. If she escapes again, don't call me. This is the only time I'll do this."
"I understand. Take one of the ships in the hangar and may your journey be swift and short. Talon, make sure Jerex has everything he needs before he leaves."
*With that Jerex leaves the room with Talon as his guide. They stop at the armory outside the hangar. There, Jerex examines a vast array of some of the best armours and weapons he'd seen. He even spots a copy of his old 'anti-Light-saber' uniform. But he'd learned its cost. You never knew when it could fail. No, this time he'd try something a bit different. There. That was the armour for him*
*Then looking over the weapons, he chose a stun blaster, a trandoshan slavemaster stun carbine, and a force pike. All disabling weapons with the ability to turn deadly should it be needed. With that, he entered the hangar and looked at the three ships in the hangar. Which would he choose*
