Headstrong Dispatch

[Miasmo]

Headstrong Dispatch
When there has to be absolutely, positively no questions asked.

Headstrong Dispatch, also known as the Head, is an illegal independent shipping service. Its goal is to become the most trusted and efficient illegal shipping service in the galaxy. Transporting wanted criminals? Smuggling spice? We hope we have the talent to meet your needs.

This RPG takes place just after the death of Emperor Palpatine. Please avoid working pre-existing Star Wars stories and characters into this RPG. Most races are fine however, provided they meet the requirements.

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Your Role
- You can roleplay as customers, enemies or crew members. One user cannot play multiple characters.
- All characters profiles must be posted in the Holo-Hub (http://www.galacticsenate.com/index.php?showtopic=6752).
- Include the date of your Holo-Hub profile entry at the top of your characters first post for quick reference.
- All crewmembers must get approval by existing crew members.
- No force sensitive crewmembers or enemies. Customers or shipments may be force sensitive, but they must not use their force powers to significantly alter the story.
- Most races are accepted.
- Your crew member may excel in certain areas but must not be infallible. He/She must show weakness or inexperience in some areas. Be realistic. This is done to partially to encourage pairing up for missions.

Retirement
- You may choose to retire at any time, but there are obviously opportune times to do so.
- No retired crew member may rejoin the Head. You’ll have to make another character. The reasoning here is that basically in-story the Head is out to be the best, and they won’t achieve that unless they weed out the weak and uncommitted.
- If you retire while on a mission, refusing to complete that mission, you will be classified as a hostile shipment and dealt with appropriately until you are returned to base, where you will be officially relieved of your position.
- Former crew members may become customers but will be regarded according to their standing with the Head. In other words, don’t leave on bad terms if you want to use the service in the future.

Missions
- Missions will be first come first serve. It would be wise to confer with your fellow crew members to avoid personal conflict. The choice is yours though.
- Each mission will be assigned a mission code number.(MCN)
- Post your current location at the top of every post.
- Post your current location and MCN at the top of every mission post.
- If a mission participant neglects to post for an extend amount of time you may assume a certain amount of time has passed or you may mode(defined under battle section) only as much as necessary.
- HQ will always orbit a planet. This is for quick missions that are less dangerous due to their close proximity. It’s also for crewmembers that feel the need to get away from HQ sometimes, while still being close enough to remain on-call.
- Customers or enemies may introduce new planets or use existing Star Wars planets.

Headquarters and Approval
- Crew member approval requests should be sent to the discussion thread or privately to a current crew member. Once you are approved out-of-character you may enter the story and request to join the Head in-character. The IC request is just a story formality and you will almost certainly be hired if you have been approved OOC.
- A member list will be posted by a crew member every time a crew member joins or leaves.
- HQ location will change periodically to orbit a new planet.

Battle
(Some of the following battle guidelines were taken/modified from one of Vortex’s posts in The Arena. His cooperation and consideration is much appreciated.)

- There can be space fights, close combat ground battles and other confrontations. Different people play differently. You might not even have to fight if you play your cards right, and maybe pair up with the right person(s). Although sometimes there may be no choice but to fight.

- Mode: To mode is "to control another character without permission" Obviously some moding is required in certain situations. For instance, if you've been caught in a bear hug, and you self destruct, posting that the person holding you is caught in the explosion is acceptable. However, describing the damage done to them is not. Like I said before, simple things like punches and kicks to insignificant areas are allowed to be moded. Also, you cannot assume others react, or how they react, to your words or actions. Example. Jimmy writes: "David felt the awesome mind power of Jimmy and was speechless." That is a type of mode.

- Death: If and when you are done excessive amounts of damage, you should post that you die, collapse, surrender, your ship explodes or loses all functionality, etc. If you obviously are done far too much damage to still be alive, it's called "God moding" i.e. acting as though you are god-like.

- Damage: Damage is determined by the victim. However, that does NOT allow you to ignore actions that would hurt you. No character is invincible. If you get shot, caught in an explosion, or fall some horrendous distance, post damage. At the very least it should affect your characters movement. Ships will obviously take damage so you must be realistic about the results and decide how your character should handle the situation, i.e. loss of power, shields or fuel; crash or emergency landing, etc.

Combat Simulator
- HQ contains an area to improve your combat skills. It is a large empty room that can be filled with holograms and physical objects. Safe training weapons are installed in the walls and training droids can be called in as well.
- You can program a scenario yourself from outside at the control panel or you can have another crew member control what goes on, forcing you to react to their programming.
- You can't suffer permanent damage from the training
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[Miasmo]

[Parn Hovrin – Holo-Hub (http://www.galacticsenate.com/index.php?showtopic=6752&st=0&#entry404039) entry March 22]

[Headstrong Dispatch Headquarters]

Parn Hovrin leaned back in his soft ewokskin chair, hands clasped loosely together. His lids lowered slightly over his deep blue eyes. He was waiting for his crew. A crew that was yet to be hired. He had spread word of his plans to a number of confidants who in turn spread the word to theirs. Hopefuls would soon line up to prove they have what it takes to be the best.

Headquarters was a small, mobile spacestation currently in orbit around the desert planet Tatooine. Parn had worked out a deal with several influential individuals on the planet that would let him conduct his business in orbit as long as it did not attract unwanted attention to them. They would not protect the station, they would simply tolerate its residence.

The station, nicknamed Infinite, was quite simplistic in exterior appearance. It resembled a large slab or brick, made of black metal. It was seemingly harmless to any who witnessed it, yet there was much taking place inside. The station was sectioned off to include personal crew quarters, a mess hall, a briefing room, a storage facility, two docking bays and several rooms that could be modified for miscellaneous uses. The docking bays were located at opposite ends of the station, connected to each other and other parts of the ship by a system of transport cars.

Parn was half asleep now, but he knew he would be awaken by the his radar when a visitor was upon him. Additionally, the docking bays would not open without his authorization so every visitor must make a request to board. Parn’s lips curled upward slightly. He was dreaming about his dream.

[Whitesaber]

[Korzin Torque - Holo Hub (http://www.galacticsenate.com/index.php?act=ST&f=30&t=6752&hl=&view=findpost&p=404039) entry March 22, 2004]

[Small freighter outside Headstrong Dispatch Headquarters]

Korzin checked his scanners again. The Headstrong Dispatch station, Infinite, floated in orbit around Tatooine. It somehow looked dead, barron, but Korzin new better than to trust his eyes. Checking his indicator board, Korzin realized that he was still out of communications range.

Making a few more control thrusts to get his angle right, Korzin also looked around for any other incoming ships. If what he heard about Headstrong was true, there would be other smugglers coming in for some work. Headstrong was a damn good shipping service with some pretty good pay, which was more than what could be said about some others Korzin had worked for.

He had thought about going freelancer for a while, but apparently his name wasn't as popular as he wanted it to be. But, there was nothing wrong with working for someone, anyways. Especially of the credits came your way.

A beep from his control board sent Korzin out of his daze. He was in communications range now. Picking up his comlink, Korzin took a deep breath. Here's to a universe of riches.

"Headstrong Dispatch, come in," he spoke. "This is the Deviant 7, ship ID code 0271. Requesting docking clearance."

[Miasmo]

[Headstrong Dispatch Headquarters]

Captain Hovrin was awakened from his slumber to a request signal, a light chirping sound, from an incoming ship. He looked at his radar and only then did it sound, warning him of the approaching ship.

The captain mumbled to himself. "Looks like I've got some tweaking to do on this radar. It should have picked up that ship minutes ago. Oh well, onto business." Hovrin returned his attention to the request line and punched the flashing button.

"Headstrong Dispatch, come in. This is the Deviant 7, ship ID code 0271. Requesting docking clearance."

The ships code checked out, and the Deviant 7 was on the captain's list of possible recruits. "It's good to know I still have friends I can trust..."

Hovrin pressed the respond switch. "Welcome. You are clear to land. Our guards will meet you in Docking Bay Alpha." With another flip of a switch, the docking bay doors separated and the guards arrived at their posts to greet the visitor.

[Whitesaber]

"Welcome. You are clear to land. Our guards will meet you in Docking Bay Alpha."

"Roger that," Korzin replied, keying for the landing sequence. He quickly checked his indicators to make sure he was on the right vector. He didn't want to repeat the incident at Artus Prime a year ago. Even thought he had gotten better at piloting since then, it always stuck in his mind.

The small freighter Deviant 7 slowly made its way to Docking Bay Alpha, the doors opening just as slowly. Within a few minutes, Korzin set the ship down in the bay and secured the landing gear. He got up, hoping for the best to happen.

Three guards of muscular nature met him halfway down the landing ramp. "Hello," Korzin greeted. One of the guards glared at him, the other two kept silent. Gulping uneasily, Korzin continued his way down and let the cool air of the landing bay refresh his senses. Weeks of traveling usually made the air in small freighters such as the Deviant 7 stale to say the least. He was just glad to be out of the piece of junk. Maybe he could sell it for a little extra credits some day...

Korzin looked back to the guards, who were following him silently while he was looking around the bay. "Where should I be going?" he inquired.

"Just wait," one of the guards replied.

And that's just what Korzin did.

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha]

Captain Hovrin stepped off the transport car and headed toward the docked ship. His guards had met the pilot, a male human name Korzin according to Hovrin's sources. Hovrin was anxious to meet with him, and to test him.

"Greetings! Korzin is it? I've heard good things about you, and bad things. I'm not sure what to believe though. You're probably thinking the same of me. But I'm partly to blame for that." Hovrin chuckled. "I'm probably confusing you though. Let me explain..."

The captain proceeded to introduce himself and his plans to Korzin. He explained that Korzin was the first potential recruit to arrive at the Head but was contacted because of his exceptional skills. He was to be the first in the most certainly spectacular history of Headstrong Dispatch, if he so chose.

"So, you have an important choice to make. This could be the start of a wonderful future for you. I apologize for misleading about the Head's status but I felt it was necessary. Surely you can understand my situation. I hire the best, and make them better. And I'm sure you wouldn't have made the trek out here if you weren't serious about adding something more to your life."

Hovrin waited calmly for the man's response.

[Whitesaber]

[Headstrong Headquarters, Docking Bay Alpha]

"Wha-" Korzin took a step forward. "What?! You mean to tell me that this place isn't what I've heard? Why you son of a nerf-" Korzin tried to take another step forward, but the guards made sure that step was thwarted.

Korzin stepped back, his sudden courage disappearing. Slowly, he sighed.

So much for a universe of riches.

Throwing an acid glance at the guards, Korzin forced himself to calm down. He might as well make the best of the long trip. "So... this place is looking for recruits, huh? What exactly do I have to do to get recruited?"

His memory recalling the words "I hire the best, and make them better", Korzin wondered distantly what the old guy meant by those words...

[Miasmo]

[HD Headquarters - Docking Bay Alpha]

Hovrin walked with Korzin towards the transport, fairly certain that the man would be staying at the Head for an extended period of time.

"Korzin." Hovrin spoke softly. The captain looked more serious than he had been since meeting Korzin. "You are as good as in. I think that you can trust I will make you into something better. My friends gave you the message of this place, and whether or not it is what you expected is irrelevant. What's important is that it pulled you in, as it will many other exceptional individuals."

After stepping onto the transport car, Hovrin swiped a keycard through a small scanner next to the entrance and entered a number code on the keypad. The car then smoothly but quickly accelerated deeper into the belly of the Infinite.

"You will have a home here, Korzin. You will have protection and peers. You will have a purpose as well."

Captain Hovrin paused for a moment as he seemed to direct his attention to something unseen. His eyes seemed to glaze over as if he was in deep contemplation. He quickly shook himself back to the present with a few blinks and returned to the situation at hand.

"Will you accept your future at Headstrong Dispatch?"

[Whitesaber]

[Headstrong Headquarters, Inside the Infinite]

Maybe I actually do have a good name somewhere out there, Korzin thought quietly as Hovrin paused. The man seemed to think a while and then came to.

"Will you accept your future at Headstrong Dispatch?" he inquired.

Korzin thought a minute. He wasn't one to make a commitment like what Hovrin was suggesting. Especially one that he might not be able to get out of if he wanted to. However, looking back on what he came from, namely, low pay cargo shipping, Korzin thought this Headstrong gig may be something serious to consider. Besides, if what Hovrin said was true, some other skilled people would be hired as well. IF everything went okay.

It was a decision that had to be made. Go back to a boring, low paying job that takes you nowhere... or take a chance that this Headstrong deal was as good as the old guy thought it would be and be able to go all around the galaxy...

"Sure," Korzin replied. "I'm in."

Hmmm... perhaps a universe of riches would come along after all. Sometime in the future...

[Miasmo]

[HD Headquarters - Inside the Infinite

"Splendid."

The transport car slowed to a stop and the door hissed open. There was a very short corridor that let another similar door with the familiar scanner off to the side. Hovrin led his new recruit to the door, keyed and numbered the door open, and then led Korzin into a well-lit office.

[Captain Hovrin's quarters]

There was very little decoration to be seen. A clean and wide desk stood centered at the far end of the room. It was as black as the floors and the walls. As black as the ewokskin chair that accompanied it. This room was of great contrast to the rest of the ship's interior. Against the wall behind the desk stood a colorfully active data station. A grid of video screens flickered with various images above the console. It was apparent that Hovrin was intent on closely monitoring every aspect of his service.

The two men walked to a locker which stood as tall and wide as Captain Hovrin against the wall to the side of Hovrin's desk. He swiped his card and opened the hinged door.

"You must keep this identification card on you at all times," Hovrin warned, as he pulled a thin card from a locker drawer, closed the locker, and walked to the data station. The ID card reflected hundreds of beautiful colors under the bright lights above. Visible beyond the lightshow was the image of a YT-1300 Freighter. He scanned the card into the computer and entered the appropriate information and clearance codes.

"There we go. You're all set for now." Hovrin handed the card to Korzin. "You have access to most of the ship. Simply swipe your card into a scanner and input the corresponding destination code. You may come and go as you please, even leave the station, but will remain on-call unless otherwise notified.

"Your quarters we be listed when you scan your card. The crewmember quarters are nothing lavish but I doubt you'll be disappointed. Each member has their own bed and bath and adequate storage space."

Captain Hovrin leaned close to Korzin. "Unfortunately, I have a business to protect. You will be monitored at all times while you are on this ship." Sitting down in his favorite chair, Hovrin smiled sincerely at Korzin in order to ease any tension that may have formed from his last comment. "Go now. Enjoy your new life. You will soon be called for a light mission. I hope I have not been misinformed about your reputation, which could very well be the case. But, we shall see."

The captain added one last bit of information before releasing Korzin. "Oh, and your ship... It will be safe in the docking bay for now, but we will discuss its future later." Hovrin smiled again, but this time it did not seem so sincere.

[Darth Morder]

[Hans Strutenburg -
Holo Hub (http://www.galacticsenate.com/index.php?showtopic=6752&st=0&#entry404395) entry March 24, 2004]

[ ABOARD THE ECHELON VII a Lambda Class Shuttle]

PILOT: "Hans we're approaching Tatooine and have sighted the station."
HANS: "Excellent, when in range contact the station and request a docking clearance"
PILOT: "Headstrong Base this is Echelon VII requesting docking clearance"

[Whitesaber]

[Captain Hovrin's quarters]

"That's fine," Korzin said, slightly upset over the fact that he may not be able to make a few extra credits off his ship. "I couldn't care less about the piece of junk," he said aloud.

Taking his leave, Korzin got up and walked out of the office, swiping his new card in the reader to open the door. As he walked out and entered the transport car, he took a look at the card again. The beautiful colors sparkled brilliantly.

So, he thought as the transport car took him back to the landing bay. I'll be monitored at all times... great. Finally the transport stopped and Korzin got out. He walked freely through the landing bay, looking over at his ship. As he passed the ship, he heard an alarm from somewhere in the bay.

Apparently, there was another visitor.

Deciding that he'd be more interested in checking out his quarters. He turned around and scanned his card at computer console, looking for where his room might be in the ship.

[Miasmo]

[Captain Hovrin's quarters]

Shortly after dismissing Korzin, the captain was confronted with another task. The familiar chirp of an incoming message signaled from the data station, followed by the familiar tardiness of the radar's warning beep. Hovrin was pleased with the response his confidants had triggered for him. He was feeling very secure at the moment.

So secure that he didn't feel like leaving his chair. He spun around to the console to check his message.

Headstrong Base this is Echelon VII requestion docking clearance.

"Well," said Hovrin under his breath, "Let's see if we can go 2 for 2."

The Echelon VII checked out on his ship list, but he had no information on the crew. He pushed the respond button.

"Greetings. State your name and party size."

Hovrin's fingers pecked multiple keys on the console, dipatching extra guards to docking bay alpha. No harm in being a little cautious.

[Darth Morder]

[ Aboard Echelon VII]
PILOT: Our Cargo is one passanger named Han Stru .

[Miasmo]

[Captain Hovrin's Quarters]

Our Cargo is one passanger named Han Stru.

Han Stru. The captain had little information on Stru as well. But greatness requires that a certain amount of risk be taken.

"You have clearance to land. Docking bay alpha. My guards will greet you and escort Mr. Stru to my quarters. Pilots and weapons are to remain on your own ship for the moment."

Hovrin turned and typed a message into the briefing network, directed to Korzin Torque's quarters. The message was brief.

-PERSONAL WEAPONS ARE TO REMAIN IN YOUR QUARTERS DURING MISSIONS AND NAVIGATION OF THE INFINITE.-

[Greedo Boy]

Holo-Hub Entry, March 23 (http://www.galacticsenate.com/index.php?showtopic=6752&st=20)

[Black Moclips, Cockpit]

Stee Jans scanned the controls and display screen of his Lambda-Class Shuttle carefully. His friend back on Dubrillion had said this was fairly safe bet, as safe as an illegal operation can be, of course. Pulling up an image of the distant space station on the display screen, Jans studied it carefully. If he had to make a run for it, he'd like to know what to expect in the way of resistance. You can never be too sure with things, especially not something like this... Satisfied, Jans clears the screen with the touch of a button, and the small pinpricks that are the Infinite and a docking ship come back into view. Scratching his cheek, Jans pushes the Comm button.

"This is Stee Jans aboard Black Moclips, requesting permission for docking clearance. Do you have a specific approach vector for me to follow or do I just float on in?"

Sitting back in his chair and holding his chin, eyes narrowed, Jans waits for the responce. This should be interesting, to say the least.

[Darth Morder]

[ Aboard Echelon VII]

"You have clearance to land. Docking bay alpha. My guards will greet you and escort Mr. Stru to my quarters. Pilots and weapons are to remain on your own ship for the moment."

Hans switches off the radio and addresses the pilot
HANS: Excellent, once I'm clear head back to Kessel and inform Huka of the situation and prepare for stage 2.

The craft then lands in the docking bay and Hans slowly exits and walks onto the landing pad.

[Miasmo]

[Captain Hovrin's Quarters]

The captain was once again interrupted by the message chirp and tardy radar warning.

"Blast it!" exclaimed Hovrin, sounding much more frustrated than he felt, "If I don't fix this radar soon I might see an untimely end for the Head."

Checking the message, neither the ship nor passenger was listed in Hovrin's database, yet the name did sound familiar. Many things sounded familiar to the captain though, ever since...

Regardless, Hovrin decided to receive the ship. "You are clear to land in docking bay alpha. It's rather large and you should have no problem. My guards and I will meet you there."

Captain Hovrin then sent a message to the guard station telling them to cancel Stru's escort to Hovrin's quarters. The captain would be meeting both arrivals personally in the docking bay. As he stood up to leave, he pushed a maintenence call button and requested his radar be fixed while he was away.

Hovrin exited his quarters, entered the transport car and was whisked away to docking bay alpha.

[Greedo Boy]

[Black Moclips, Cockpit]

Stee Jans nods to himself and looks back down at his control. Cracking his neck, he grips the controls and pushes up the accelerator. When the mote of a space station has doubled in size, Jans realizes he is pumping his leg up and down jitterously. Calming himself, he begins to let his mind wander again. He was nervous, slightly. He hadn't felt like this since... Jans' eyes cloud and his thoughts become murky.

He is being carried, no, pulled through a dank, dark corridor. Two men are roughly tugging him along by his arms. They feel like they should have fallen off. He can't make out the species of his captors. They stop, and Jans is faintly aware of one of the men putting a code into a security lock. The door opens, and Jans rasises his head to look in. He sees his wingmate, strapped to a chair, his back arced with pain. He is screaming. A torture droid hovers above him. Jans' vision goes red, he sees other friends, they're being... being... being...

Jans snaps his head up and shakes it vigorously. Proximity warnings are beeping, and the Infinite's hull looms in the display screen. Eyes wide with surprise, he jams the thrusters all the way back, halting his ship mere meters from certain destruction. Switching to reverse, Jans slowly eases Black Moclips away from the hulking behemoth before him and sighs heavily with relief. It is only then that he realizes he is shaking, his skin is covered in a cold layer of sweat, but not from his near mishap... A transmission crackles over the Comm.

Black Moclips, what the galaxies is going on in there?

Embarassed somewhat, Jans presses the Comm button. "Sorry about that, I'm a bit tired from my trip, don't know what happened to me. Sorry."

Shocked silence seems to flood the Comm.

Right, well, you should get plenty of rest once aboard the Infinite... You sure that's all that happened? We were hailing you for several minutes.

"No, I'm quite sure. Thank you," Jans is slightly annoyed by the man's insistence, but quickly pushes his emotions from his mind as he enters the docking bay. Defly moving the flight controls, Jans maneuvers Black Moclips around a ship already docked and sets her down near the far wall. Flicking through the lockdown, Jans raises himself from his chair and heads to the exit ramp. Punching a combination into the control pannel, the hatch opens and he steps out.

[Edgeomatic]

[March 25 Aboard The Damninatorholohub entry on march 25 (http://www.galacticsenate.com/index.php?act=ST&f=30&t=7575&st=0)]


Kane in his Firespray comes into orbit.

This is Kane Hydra. I am asking permission to land.

[Whitesaber]

Infinite]

Korzin had to whistle with delight. He was actually quite impressed with the room he was provided. The old man seemed to have doubted the room to be anything special, but it was better than Korzin had seen in a long while.

Scanning the room with his eyes, Korzin's gaze fell upon the main computer terminal in the room. There, a message from Hovrin waited for him.

-PERSONAL WEAPONS ARE TO REMAIN IN YOUR QUARTERS DURING MISSIONS AND NAVIGATION OF THE INFINITE.-

Korzin took out his Castletech Blaster and looked it over. Distantly, he wondered if he would have to use it at all during his stay with Headstrong. He hoped not, but one could not be too careful.

Holstering his blaster, Korzin quickly washed up and exited his room. He wanted to inspect the new visitors, if Hovrin allowed.

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha]

As soon as Hovrin exited the transport car he was approached by one of his guards.

"Sir. We have another ship requesting clearance to land."

Hovrin managed to hide any expression of joy. "Do both ship and crew check out?"

"Yessir."

The captain paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. He wondered how many more recruits would arrive, and how soon. He directed his attention once again to his guard.

"Give them clearance… then see that all three visitors are escorted to the docking bay lobby where I will address them." Hovrin pointed off to a door on the far side of the bay.

"Yessir." The guard hurried back to the receiving station to approve the latest boarding request as Captain Hovrin proceeded to the lobby.

[Darth Morder]

[Standing on the Docking Bay]
Hans looks around then thinks to himself.
"Where is this escort I was told to expect?"

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha]

Stee Jans squints and shields his eyes from the sudden bright light. Maybe I shouldn't keep the lights so low... Blinking the irritation from his eyes, he looks across the cavernous docking bay to the other ship and sees a man standing about seemingly at a loss. The man turns his head and looks directly at Jans, eyes boring into his. Unnerved, Jans looks away uncomfortably and settles his gaze on the magnetic field separating himself from certain death. Squinting, he spies another ship vectoring in to land. He raises his eyebrows in mild surprise. Well now, this should be interesting.

[Edgeomatic]

Clearence to land in Docking Bay.


Kane was ready to dock. As he looked around he wondered how will he be treated. Or how they would act like. He didnt care if they were wreckless he just didnt want to see what he saw at jabbas palace. he stepped off and looked around. He saw a man about 6 fett in his middle ages. Kane said You run this joint?

[Darth Morder]

[Docking Bay]

Hans notices some poeple arrive and usher him towards the lobby.

HANS: Why thank you. You serve your master well.

[Lobby]

Hans now takes a seat and waits for somebody to arrive.

[Miasmo]

[Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

The lobby door hissed open and in strode Captain Hovrin. With a quick nod he acknowledged the only other person present, and proceeded to a podium at the end of the room. After fiddling with a personal computer installed in the podium, Hovrin leaned his elbows on top and clasped his hands together. He perched his chin on the ends of his extended index fingers.

Hovrin gave the visitor a wary look. His name was Han Stru, for the time being at least, according to his personal profile in the captain's database. "Let us talk, Mr. Stru. I assume you are here with hopes of joining Headstrong Dispatch. Why do you carry these hopes? What have you to offer me?"

[Darth Morder]

[ Lobby ]

Hans: Well Captain, Although I am no pilot I'm skilled with combat and "Getting out of trouble". Don't get me wrong I'm not saying that you ever get into trouble. It's just well, The New Republic seems to enjoy sticking their noses where they're not welcome and I believe I can be a benefit to you in "Negotiating" any problems we may come accross. I can also assist you with prospective clientel and as a debt collector.

[Miasmo]

[Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

Hovrin continued his questioning. "I can't say enemy encounters are something I look forward to, but I do need to be prepared for them. It seems though that you have something of a wreckless past."

Hovrin knew little about Han, but he knew enough to be careful. "I could be misinformed, but is there anything you want to tell me about any prior... adventures?"

Captain Hovrin had no intention of hiring a loose canon.

[Darth Morder]

[Lobby]

Hans: Forgive me if I'm a bit aprehensious about telling you too much of my history so early . But though I'm certain I'm wrong, I can't rule out the chance that you are a Republican. I've been involved in companies very similar to your own. One of which I later found out wasn't a company at all.

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

Hovrin chuckled softly. "And I can't be sure that you're not a Republican, or and Imperial for that matter. I think I have more to lose than you do, my friend. But, I must build this business on a certain amount of trust."

Hovrin traced the top edge of the podium with his fingers. "Alright. I will hire you, and trust that it's not a mistake. However you will obey my rules. You will be monitored at all times while on board the Infinite. You will be judged sternly on your performance regarding your first missions. You will have a chance to prove yourself to me, Mr. Stru. And maybe I will prove myself to you."

The hum of a transport car came within earshot behind Hovrin. One of the many doors that lined the back wall opened and spit out two armed guards. They moved to each side of that opened door and stared blankly ahead.

"So, you've heard my guidelines. They will not change. Do you accept or decline?"

[Greedo Boy]

[Docking Bay Alpha]

Stee Jans shifts uncomfortably in the nearly empty bay. He eyes the severam armed guards warily. They stare back stonily. The other man had been gone a long while now, almost too long. Jans changes his position again and finally gives in to his apprehension. Walking about uncertainly, he tours about the docking bay, studying the other ships. All the while, he can feel the guards' eyes boring into him. As the minutes continue to toil away, doubt begins to creep into Jans' mind. I wonder if this will be worth it, or if I'll even get out of here alive...

Returning to his ship, Jans strolls up the boarding ramp and into the cockpit. Plopping back down into the waiting chair, he waits.

[Darth Morder]

[ Lobby ]


HANS: I accept your offer captain and hope I can be of service to you.

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

"Very good then." Hovrin flipped a comm switched on the podium. "C-4KD, program an identifaction tag for our new arrival, Han Stru, and see to it that the remaining visitors proceed to this lobby immediately. My time is precious."

Captain Hovrin spoke again to his new recruit. "Your weapons will remain in your quarters during missions and navigation of the Infinite. Will your ship be staying here at headquarters?"

[Darth Morder]

[ Lobby ]

HANS: No I'm afraid my pilot needs to return home. family stuff and such.

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

"That's perfectly fine. You may wish to retrieve your weapons before he leaves, although as I mentioned before, they will be useless on missions and here at HQ. You might need them if you took a leave of absence, but in that case I'm sure you would have a ship return to transport you anyway, so you might prefer to leave your weapons behind for now. I will equip you appropriately for the missions you are given.

"Either way, please remain seated at the moment. I want you to meet the other two possible hires that have arrived. And you won't be able to navigate the Infinite until your ID card arrives."

[Whitesaber]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

The door to the Lobby hissed and opened, interrupting the conversation the others were having... whatever it was. Korzin Torque stepped into the room, gazing at the occupants. He saw Hovrin, who gave him a casual glance. Then he saw another man, about 5' 10'' from what Korzin could tell, kind of heavy... and looking straight at him.

Reaching deep into his mind, Korzin tried to remember if he had encountered this man before. But, he couldn't remember, so he dismissed it.

"Hey, Hovrin," Korzin said casually. He wanted to give the other guy a strong impression over his character, like he new Hovrin longer and he wasn't some cheap, cargo hauler... "I found my quarters. They're a bit small and uncomfortable, but overall good. I shall enjoy staying here."

Turning to the newcomer, Korzin reached his hand out. "And, is this another recruit? Hi, my name is Korzin Torque."

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

Hovrin interjected, before Hans could answer. "You will address me as you would any superior, Private Torque." He gave a long stare at Korzin making sure his message was fully received. "Hold on tight to your optimism. You will need it."

He then took it upon himself to speak for Han. "Yes. This is our newest recruit, Private Han Stru. Private Stru, this is Private Korzin Torque."

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

The hatchway slides open again, interrupting the conversation flow for the second time as Stee Jans steps into the room. Seeing the three men staring at him in silence, he stops short. Shifting under their gaze, he glances at the floor and up to Hovrin, the only one who seemed to have any idea of what he was about.

"Stee Jans, just came in on Black Moclips. The guards told me to come in here... I'm not getting in the way, am I?" Jans trails off uncertainly and looks at the other man who is standing. Trying to act at least cordial, he nods to him.

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

"Welcome, Stee. You weren't interrupting anything important. These are just my latest hires. Have a seat, won't you?" Hovrin waved a hand toward an empty sofa opposite of Stru and Torque, motioning for Torque to sit down as well. "To what do I owe this visit, Stee Jans?"

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ Docking Bay - Lobby]

Stee Jans moves over and takes a seat just behind the man who had been seated already. Making himself more comfortable, he looks up at Hovrin. "Well, I was thinking of just any sort of mercenary work. Things are rather slow, and when my friend mentioned this gig to me, it sounded like it could be fairly entertaining. Protection, cargo transfer, investigation, whatever. You name it, and I'll do my best to get it done. And I don't mind about any danger. Believe me, I've seen twice my fair share of that at the least." Hoping he will leave a good first impression, Jans leans back in his chair and begins to rub his chin, waiting for Hovrin to mull his proposal over.

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

"I like your attitude. As long as you have no problems following my guidelines --constant surveillance, pre-assigned weaponry during missions, pre-assigned company ships-- I'm sure you will fare quite well here. It will take some dedication though.

Hovrin straightened with a sense of pride. "It will make you stronger though. If you do as I say, if you trust me, you will achieve more than you thought possible. Will you trust me, Stee Jans?"

[Darth Morder]

[ Lobby ]

Hans once again looks at Jans quizically scratching his chin and thinks. Where have I seen this man before? he then returns his gaze to hovrin.

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ Docking Bay - Lobby]

Stee Jans nods to himself and leans forward in his seat. "Well, I wouldn't have gotten far as a fighter pilot if I hadn't learned to follow orders somewhere along the way. You can count on me, I'm in."

[Whitesaber]

[HQ Docking Bay - Lobby]

Korzin watched silently, slightly embittered.

[Darth Morder]

[Lobby]
With your permission Captain I'd like to return to the Echelon VII so I can tell the pilot he can go home.

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

"Good then, Private Jans." Hovrin sent another message through the podium requesting an ID card for Jans. He also commented again on the tardiness of his remaining visitor.

A few short moments later another transport door opened and out stepped a guard carrying two ID cards, which he handed to Hovrin, bowed, and headed out the lobby door into the docking bay.

Captain Hovrin gave the wonderfully prismatic cards to Privates Jans and Stru, shaking their hands in turn. He explain how to use the cards and then returned to his podium.

"You are all dismissed. If you wish to keep your ships here you may relocate them to Docking Bay Beta. It's the same place we keep our company freighters. If you wish to keep your weapons then the guards will escort you to your quarters where they must be stored unless permission is otherwise granted. Any questions should be input into the network. I am usually available so feel free to contact me personally if necessary."

[Darth Morder]

Hans leaves the lobby and takes a transport to the docking Bay.

[ Abourd the Echelon VII ]

HANS to PILOT: die skudn Urn souwt yu Republikan dunsta uns ka fla. Vans klut un yu starts inspect un de naft or yu hvome dictri un prope da Republikan forshe.

PILOT: Ja. unstr dun? vi dun ke vil sanda?

HANS: Die shun dah! nuin fo kompesche?

PILOT: Ja Kompesche. Gud vak Hans

HANS: Dun te!...... Dun te!

Then taking his two blaster pistols Hans gives them to the guards and locating his quarters heads to them. As soon as Hans steps onto the docking bay the Echelon VII takes off and once leaving the base goes into hyperspace.

[Miasmo]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Headstrong Dispatch Status Report

HQ: Infinite - Orbiting Tatooine

Members
Jans, Stee (Human) - Active - HQ
Stru, Han (Human) - Active - HQ
Torque, Korzin (Human) - Active - HQ
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

Stee Jans raises himself out of his seat and rubs his legs. Nodding to Torque and Hovrin, he steps back into the Docking Bay. He quickly returns to his ship collects his belongings together.

After setting Black Moclips down in Docking Bay Beta, Jans sets off in search of his new quarters with his possessions slung across his back in a carry pack. I think I'm going to like this place...

[Edgeomatic]

[Docking Bay, Infinite]

Kane gets out of his ship and looks around. A guard comes up to him and checks him for weapons, " Dont worry i wont need them. i hope." After checking him they ask him to state his business here. " I want to join. Can you tell me where to find the captain of the Dispatch."

"He's in the lobby. Follow me." replies a stubby but still powerful lokking guard.

He follows the guard until he sees the sign that sais lobby. the guard points to him.Kane makes his way over to the lobby, I pray to the maker he'll accept me....

[Miasmo]

[Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

The door leading into the lobby from the docking bay wooshed up to allow the last visitor in.

"Kane Hydra, I presume. Welcome to Headstrong Dispatch. You look like you're up for some adventure." Hovrin glanced at his display screen on the podium, looking over Kane's stats. "We're looking to hire some eager individuals that can see a job through. Adventure is not guaranteed, but it is very likely, and also depends on the viewpoint of the adventurer. How would you feel about joining our service as a crew member?"

Hovrin was almost certain he wouldn't have to push this one into making a decision. Kane looked to be a malleable specimen.

[Edgeomatic]

[ Lobby, INFINITE]

"Well if you need a spy or a sniper I'm the guy youre looking for. I'd be honored to work for you. That is if it's ok with you."

[Miasmo]

[Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

"Oh I'm sure we will find your skills useful, but you will have a chance to prove it to us in time."

Captain Hovrin went over the weapons, ship and security guidelines once again and once again called for an ID card to be coded for Kane Hydra. A guard came in off a transport car with the card which he presented to Kane.

"Here you are, Private Hydra. We look forward to working with you. You may store your ship in Docking Bay Beta now. Feel free to tour the station."

The men shared a firm handshake and Kane Hydra was dismissed.

[Edgeomatic]

[LOBBY]


Zabraks were very cold species but Kane couldnt hide his smile. He grabbed his card in delight and secured it in his pocket. He went to Alpha Docking Bay, goes in the Spearking, and retrieves his travel bag full of clothes. After he sets down his ship he made his way to his cabin. This time he didnt ask for directions.......

1 Hour Later


After spending an hour looking for his cabin he finnaly finds it. He slides his ID card through and it whooshes open. He falls down on his bed and thinks to himself I will become the most famous Zabrak ever.. even more than my so called sith great-uncle. He fell asleep thinking of the stories that his mother told him when he was a kid. How they tainted his uncle when he was only a child.

[Edgeomatic]

Kane looks at the info board in his cabin he finds out that the crewmember with the room next to his is Stee Jans.Kane decides he should meet his neighbor. He exits his cabins and goes to the cabin ajacent to him and knocks hope he's friendly

[Narvik]

[Nordland Narvik - Holo Hub (http://www.galacticsenate.com/index.php?showtopic=6752&st=0&#entry351679) entry 15th December 2003]

[ Outside Headstrong HQ ]

A Sith Infiltrator comes into view and a rough sounding male voice calls out requesting a docking clearance.

[Miasmo]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Headstrong Dispatch Status Report

HQ: Infinite - Orbiting Tatooine

Members
Hydra, Kane (Zabrak) - Active - HQ
Jans, Stee (Human) - Active - HQ
Stru, Han (Human) - Active - HQ
Torque, Korzin (Human) - Active - HQ
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha]

The receiving station picks up a Sith Infiltrator on radar and alerts all security. With full sheilds up, the guard at the RS responds to the latest boarding request.

"Please identify yourself and state your business."

Hovrin exits the lobby and rushes to the receiving station.

[Narvik]

[ Abourd the Infiltrator]
I am Darth Norsk I'm here to request your services.

[Miasmo]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha]

Captain Hovrin furrowed his brow, then looked at the guard next to him. The guard looked terrified. Hovrin took calm command of the situation.

"You are clear to land. Docking Bay Alpha. I, Captain Parn Hovrin, will be there to greet you."

He called for double security in the docking bay. Before leaving the receiving station he spoke softly, half to himself, half to the guard. "A Sith. He must have a dangerous mission if he's in need of our services, and if he truly is who he says. This shall be interesting, to say the least."

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Personal Quarters]

Upon arriving at his quarters, Stee Jans enters, takes in the layout with a glance, and moves to a nearby desk to deposit his weapons and what luggage he brought with him. Minutes later, he hears the sound of feet shuffling hurriedly by his door and the murmer of discreet voices. Creeping to the door, he cracks it open and peers into the hallway. He just barely catches a glimpse of several guards rounding the corner. He mutters to himself, "They're heading back toward the Docking Bay... Must be another arrival. Important at that, to warrant this much attention. Hmm..." Jans quickly turns about and heads for the desk to get his blaster pistol. Reaching the desk, he stops himself.

If you wish to keep your weapons then the guards will escort you to your quarters where they must be stored unless permission is otherwise granted.

Hovrin's words echo in his head and he reluctantly pulls his hand away. Taking a final look at his stacked weapons, he turns to the door but halts again as someone nocks softly on his door. Cautiously, he reaches back and grips his blaster pistol. With weapon in hand, he steps against the wall next to the door. Looking through the spyhole, he sees the Zabrak who had arrived when he left for his quarters. Feeling better but not fully relieved, he sets his gun aside and opens the door.

"Hello. Can I help you?" Smiling, Jans extends his hand cordially.

[Narvik]

[Docking Bay Alpha]

The Infiltrator lands in the docking bay and the door opens. A man clothed in the darkest black walks out and either not noticing the guards or ignoring them he approaches Captain Hovrin.

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha]

Hovrin stopped several feet short of the so-called Sith. A small unit of guards quickly filled the gap between the two. "That's far enough," warned Hovrin. "You forget you're just a visitor, dark one. You show my guards respect if you wish to get respect from me. I am Captain Parn Hovrin. Now, what is it your require my assistance for?"

[Narvik]

I've been sent to ask for your assistance in finding a man named Cyrill who's located on the planet below.

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha]

The guards parted and settled on both sides of Hovrin. "What can you tell me about this man? What threat might he pose to my crew? My men are not soldiers, though they will defend themselves and each other if the need arises, and we'd like to think we're in good standing with Tatooine. Any major entanglements would almost certainly affect what bonds we have built with them."

[Narvik]

[ Docking Bay Alpha]

As long as I am there with you. you and your men have nothing to fear from this man. Any problems he does cause you I will deal with myself. I believe I have adequet credits here to meet your requirments.

[Whitesaber]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha]

If Hovrin knew Korzin was standing from afar or not, Korzin didn't care. He stood silently, listening to everything. And deep down in his gut, he knew something was wrong.

"I have a bad feeling about this," he muttered to himself.

[Darth Morder]

[ Docking Bay Alpha]

Hans softly walks up until he's behind Kovrin and whispers to him. I wonder what that guy's up to?

[Whitesaber]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha]

"I don't know," Korzin whispered back, eyeing the guy that just walked up to him. "But I have a bad feeling." Korvin shook his head and turned all the way around. "I'm sorry, I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Korvin Torque. And you are...?"

[Darth Morder]

[Docking Bay Alpha]
Oh my name's Han (like Han Solo style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/wink.gif ) Stru. You're an interesting fellow. you seem to want to impress people all the time like when you barged into the lobby. You don't need to try and impress me Mr. Torque.

[Whitesaber]

[HQ Docking Bay Alpha]

Trying not to blush in embarrassment, Korzin turned back to Hovrin and the Sith. "Nice to meet you, Han. Wasn't there another guy here?"

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha]

"Very well, sir." Hovrin purposely neglected using Norsk's title. "But I will require a short while to put together the proper team. Does it suit you to wait here on your ship or in the lobby in the meantime? I assure you the wait will not be of great length."

[Narvik]

[Docking Bay]
Very well Captain, I'll proceed to my craft and await your return there.

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha]

Hovrin nodded to Norsk and retreated with a pair of guards. "Gather my shipping crew and direct them to the briefing room," he spoke to one. "They mustn't straggle. I have business to conduct." With that, Hovrin made for the briefing room.

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Passageway]

Several guards come up to Stee Jans and Kane Hydra, interrupting their conversation. The nearest one steps forward in an official-looking manner. "Captain Hovrin has requested that all crew report to the briefing room, ASAP. If you'll follow me, we'll take you there."

Nodding his agreement, Jans falls into pace next to the lead guard and falls silent, thinking.

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha]

A guard came up to Korvin and pulled him forward. "Hey hey," Korzin muttered. "Easy" He didn't look back at Han but kept his eyes straight to where the guard was taking him: The briefing room...

[Darth Morder]

[Docking Bay]

Stru casually followed Torque and the guards into the briefing room.

[Edgeomatic]

wonder what this is about kane whispers to stee, "do you know what this is about?"

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

Captain Parn Hovrin entered the empty briefing room accompanied by two HD guards. The room was roughly three times the size of each shipping member's personal quarters and was mostly blanketed in darkness. Hovrin called out in a crisp, audible voice.

"Lights."

Darkness quickly faded into light. A circular data table sat in the middle of the room at waist level. Further out was a grey cushioned sofa that encircled the table, leaving enough space between for three men to walk abreast. It was separated into two halves, making room for traffic from opposite sides of the briefing room to the exits. Hovrin trotted down a short and shallow incline to the data table and held down a smooth square button that glowed orange when pressed.

"Show planet. Tatooine. Size 3."

Tatooine's yellow holographic image fizzled into view above the table, rotating slowly. A small red brick orbited the planet. It was the Infinite. Captain Hovrin turned around and faced the door he had entered through. One guard had taken his post beside the door. The other guard was assigned to the door across the room behind Hovrin.

The captain waited for his shipping crew.

[Darth Morder]

[Briefing Room]

Stru enters the room and waits to be allocated a seat. When usherd to a place he sits down and looks at Hovrin.

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Briefing Room Passageway]

Stee Jans shakes his head and shrugs. Looking forward again, Jans sees the Briefing Room door come into view between the curving wall and the guard ahead of him. Stepping through the portal, Jans quietly moves to the side and crosses his arms, glancing back to see Kane enter along with the trailing guard. Turning back to the center of the room, he focuses on Captain Hovrin.

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

Stumbling in, Korzin takes a look around at the room's occupants. He sits down while keeping quiet, still feeling as if the dark one spelled trouble for everyone...

[Edgeomatic]

Kane sees Stee and decides to sit next to him since he's the only one he knows. he then concentrates at the holographic image of Tatooine

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

The last of the crew entered the room and Captain Hovrin started on a trek around the table. The sound of his boot soles meeting the floor added tension to an otherwise silent room. His hands remained clasped behind his back and he stood tall and straight. He was dressed in a dark red tunic, belted at the waste in black, and matching red pants that were tucked into his black boots. He might have been mistaken for an Imperial officer if not for the unusual colors. His hair was exposed for all to see; short, thick bristles as white as snow, standing up and forward atop most of his head, shaved close to the scalp around the sides.

"I have a mission available," he said, staring at the floor a few feet ahead as he walked. His eyes were a light grey with a touch of blue that peered out of a stern but weathered face. "A man using the name Darth Norsk, requires our assistance in tracking someone on Tatooine. I have been assured that you will not be forced to engage in battle. I don't want you to engage in battle either, not unless it is a last resort of defense. I am quite content with our current standing with the planet and if Norsk tarnishes that... I will see that he, and possible others, will pay for it. You represent Headstrong Dispatch, not Headstrong Army. You will conduct yourself in an appropriate manner."

Hovrin's gaze lifted to eye level with the rest of the crew as he stopped and rested a hand on the edge of the data table. "Any man who claims the title of Darth cannot be trusted. Though he assures us no harm, I cannot risk losing all of you." He turned to Korzin Torque. "Private Torque, I'm assigning you this mission along with Private Jans."

The captain looked at the rest of the crew. "Any objections before I continue?"

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

Stee Jans raises his eyebrows contemplatively and shifts his gaze from Captain Hovrin to Torque and back. Putting his hand behind his head and rubbing his neck, Jans leans back in his chair and raises his chin slightly. This should be good. Jans cracks his neck and leans back forward. Settling in, Jans waits to see what the others think before he puts in.

[Darth Morder]

Forgive my intrusion captain but what will become of myself and Kane? I personally have dealt with sith before I know how they think, I'm not challenging the abilities of my fellow crewmen but I feel that my knowledge of the sith would be a benefit towards this mission.

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

Catching Jans's gaze, Korzin nodded with agreement. If what Hovrin said was true, this mission should be a breeze. Yet, he still had a bad feeling about this... perhaps it would be best of Korzin informed Hovrin of this before the mission...

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

Hovrin turned to Stru. He had expected this.

"I think we know all we need to about the Sith for this mission. It will most likely be a short trip to the planet and back. I don't wish to get any more involved than I have to. You and Private Hydra will remain here. Sources tell me I may have another customer to deal with soon." Hovrin stared accusingly at Stru. "However, I will note that you have some 'experience' in dealing with Sith. Thank you for sharing, Private Stru."

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

"Now," continued Hovrin, "Privates Torque and Jans, you will be equipped each with a blaster pistol when you arrive at your ship. You will be assigned one of our YT-class freighters. I am currently working on modifying these ships but for now you will have to deal with its 'standard issue' status. You should be fine since this mission doesn't involve extensive space travel. Additionally, the ship will carry two spare pistols, four rifles and some security binders.

After punching a few keys on the data table, two small circles flickered on the hologram of the Infinite. The flashes quickly cycled through a loop of many colors, just as colorful as the ID cards the crew members had been assigned. "These are your coordinates. I will be tracking your location. It should be a short and relatively uneventful mission but I want you to contact me if you have any problems."

Hovrin turned to the guard at the door. "See that Torque and Jans are escorted to their ship in docking bay beta along with our customer."

"Dismissed."

Mission Code Number: A-00

[Rann]

[Onboard Omega Seven] Lambda Class Shuttle Creali (http://www.galacticsenate.com/index.php?showtopic=6752&st=20)

Creali stood still as he wathced the shuttle loom closer to the space statation aptly named Infinite Creali toyed with his vibroblade as he waited to land.
It had been a long time scince he had a steady job. Still he had heard that this was the place to go for a decent pay. As the ship aproached Creali's thoughts wandered to his hoe planet, his family. He was abruptly a****ed by the speaker.

Piolt: Shuttle Omega Seven requesting permission to dock at space station repeat shuttle requesting landing clearence.

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

After taking a final glance at the rest of the crew, Jans stands up and walks over to Torque. "Well, buddy, I guess this is it." Jans quickly follows after the guard and out the door towards the docking bay, casting a glance to see if Torque is following.

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

Korzin followed Jans out of the briefing room, a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Yeah," he muttered. "I guess it is..." Korzin followed Jans as they were escorted to their ships. Looking at the YT ship, Korzin took a little comfort in knowing he and Jans had plenty of weaponry.

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha]

"This is Infinite. Receiving station. Omega Seven landing request accepted. Docking bay alpha."

[Rann]

[Onboard Omega Seven] Lambda Class Shuttle

*Pilot: RogerInfinite, Omega Seven preparing to dock.

Turning to Creali

*Pilot: We'll be landing in about 5 minute’s sir; do I need to await your return after you depart?

Creali turned and put away his weapons.
*Creali: Yes I will return shortly aterwards to gather my things.

*Pilot: Yes sir.

The shuttle landed softly, the boarding ramp desecended with a slow hiss. Creali stepped of the suttle into the docking bay. It was empty except for two guards awaiting him.
Creali swiftly walked towards them.

*Creali: I am here to meet with Captain Horvin where might I find him?

The guards motioned for Creali to follow. They lead him into a lobby where he was told to wait for Captain Horvin. Creali stood silently and began to dream of his homeworld as he awaited the arrvial of Captain Horvin.

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Briefing Room]

Another guard entered the room. "Captain, you have another visitor. He is waiting in the lobby."

Hovrin wasted no time following the guard back out of the room and onto a transport car, leaving the Tatooine's hologram active behind him.

A few moments later the car halted at the lobby and the metal door sprang open. The captain waited, still, in the transport just long enough to create a sense of prestige about his towering form before stepping into the lobby. His visitor was a short Noghri who looked well traveled, and Hovrin had held his stare from the moment the transport door opened.

"How may I be of service?"

[Rann]

[HQ - Lobby]

Creali spotted Captain Horvin as he walked in he was easy to spot being the only other non-guard in the room. Captain Horvin approached Creali and spoke.

Cpt Horvin: How may I be of service?

Creali faced the Captain and bowed in show of respect.

Creali: I am Creali, I have come to your installation to join you. I have heard good things about you and your buisness. I am willing to do most types of work... legal or not.

Creali bowed again and awaited Captain Horvins response.

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

Hovrin thought for a moment as he watched the noghri respectfully bow to him.

"Tell me, Creali, what would you do if you were informed that you no longer had the freedom you've enjoyed so far in life? What if I were to say to you that the moment you entered the docking bay your were infected by a virus, like every other crew member I've hired. This virus lies dormant until I command it to do otherwise. You won't be able to make a decision I don't approve of. There is no hope for you."

Hovrin waited a few seconds for the tension to swallow his small listener.

"That's not the case though. None of it is true. You don't know what to believe now, do you? I hope your bewilderment subsides quickly though, and you understand that the most effective approach to rectify such a problem as I gave you would be through your awareness and interaction with the objects and people around you. Your fellow crew members would no doubt be quite valuable in your quest for a solution. That is what will breed the finest results as a member of Headstrong Dispatch. You will no longer be separated from your surroundings. You must let go of any ego you may have if you want to succeed."

Hovrin gave the Creali some more time to grasp the lesson he'd just received. Then, through a faint smile, he broke the silence. "Are you still up for the challenge?"

[Rann]

Creali utterly taken aback by the comments of Captain Horvin tried not to show his dismay.

Creali: I am now more ready for what lies ahead of me than I could have been. If you would let me Captain, and to answer your first question, I would feel trapped, and betrayed for my missplaced trust in you.

Creali stood tall and proud as he faced the Captain waiting for his answer.

[Edgeomatic]

[hq-breifing room]

kane catches up to han who is leaving the room, "dont worry han, next time we'll probably get the missions. i hope its one that requires spying or sniping or infiltration.oh sorry im spacing out."

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

"Well, Creali, those feelings are perfectly natural. However, the more you let it affect you, and the longer you dwell on those feelings, the more influence they will have over your fate. That is how life works. I assure you that my intentions are far from malicious, but if you still feel unsure about me, and I almost hope that you would, then I suggest you follow my advice and heighten your awareness. It will lead you to the conclusion that I am sincere. I only hope you don't spend too much time in reaching that conclusion.

"You seem like a determined young fellow though, and I don't think I'll be disappointed. So do I have your trust for the moment? If I don't then I think it would be wiser for you to pursue a different line of work, or at least with someone else. I can't hire someone who is untrusting from the start. I need something to build on."

[Darth Morder]

[ On board the Infinite- towards Han's Quarters]

At the mention of the word spying Stru stops gives a quick glare at kane then continues walking towards his quarters.

[Rann]

[ HQ - Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

Creali: I'm sorry if I made you belive that I thought you were untrustworthy it is just....my nature. I do trust you Captain, and if you will allow me I would be honoured to join you.

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Passageway]

As Jans passes the door to Docking Bay Alpha, he glances inward and stops in his tracks. In the launch bay sits a Lamda Class Shuttle, but not Black Moclips. Jans turns back towards Torque and gestures to the ship. "Looks like we may have another addition to the family, if I'm not mistaken." Jans looks back at the ship a second time, shrugs, and turns around. He motions for Torque to join him. "Walk with me to the Docking Bay, we can talk some. If we're going to be on a mission together, we may as well get to know eachother sooner than later, correct?"

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - Passageway]

"Sure," Korzin said, following Jans into the docking bay some more. He glanced up to the shuttle, a strange sort of bewilderment setting in. Hovrin was right when he had said, "What's important is that it pulled you in, as it will many other exceptional individuals." There were still people coming in and joining Headstrong Dispatch. This comforted Korzin, somewhat.

Korzin and Jans finally stopped just a few meters away from their designated freighter. "So," Korzin started, looking towards Jans. "What do you think about this mission of ours?"

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta]

"Well," says Jans, surveying the old YT-1300 with bemusement, "I think this mission will be fun. I mean, there's not supposed to be much chance of danger... I'm not sure whether to call that fun or boring, but, dealing with a Sith... who knows?"

Jans glances at Korzin and back at the freighter with a grimace. "Think this thing'll survive entry into atmosphere? Almost looks like a deathtrap waiting to happen, if you ask me..." Looking down at the floor, Jans rubs the side of his face in thought. "What about you? How do you feel about his so far?" Jans turns back to Korzin and clasps his hands behind his back.

[Miasmo]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha - Lobby]

I would be honoured to join you.

"Wonderful."

Hovrin called for Creali's ID card to be made and shortly thereafter a guard arrived through one of the transport doors behind him, presenting the card. Creali was informed of the rules and expectations of Headstrong Dispatch.

"I will leave you now to gather your things if necessary. You may leave HQ if you wish while you are on-call but you must go no further than our host planet, Tatooine. Though I wouldn't recommend it right now because I'm expecting some customers. Do as you please though."

Hovrin nodded to the noghri, turned swiftly and made his way into the transport car. With the swipe of a card and the stroke of a few keys, he was shuttled away from the lobby.

[Miasmo]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Headstrong Dispatch Status Report

HQ: Infinite
Host Planet: Tatooine

Members
Creali (Noghri) - Active - HQ
Hydra, Kane (Zabrak) - Active - - HQ
Jans, Stee (Human) - Active - MCN: A-00 - HQ
Stru, Han (Human) - Active - HQ
Torque, Korzin (Human) - Active - MCN: A-00 - HQ
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Darth Morder]

[ Han Stru's Quarters - Infinite]

Han enters his quarters picks up a book from his bag and begins to read waiting for when he'll be needed again.

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta]

Korzin shrugged his shoulders. "I really have a bad feeling about this, to be honest," he replied. "I've never dealt with a Sith before, but we all know what they're capable of. It might be a good idea to get this mission over with quickly and not stay too long down on Tatooine..."

"So," he continued. "Who do you think this Cyrill is? And why do you suppose we're to find him? The Sith didn't tell us to give him any message or anything, just to find him..." Korzin took a deep breath. "Sorry. I'm just a little... alert."

Korzin made his way into the YT-1300 and sat in the pilot's chair. "I know a cantina down on the planet where I can get some information. We'll start there..." He trailed off again. "It just bothers me that the Darth didn't even give us a place to start from either. It's almost as of this Cyrill will find us..."

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - DOCKING BAY BETA - YT1300]

Stee Jans nods in solemn agreement. "Yes, that is something to think about. Or maybe he'll be out in the open. Perhaps he's running away from our Sith? Peope running scared often make mistakes and stick out easily. But really, we shouldn't base our expectations on assumptions..." Jans goes quiet for a moment and looks at the panneling in the passage beyond the cockpit.

Shaking his head, Jans looks back up at Korzin. "I think going to the cantina is a good idea too. What city is it in? Mos Eisley? Mos Espa? If the cantina doesn't yeild, maybe we can go the the Hutts... It won't be pleasant, but not much goes on down there that the Hutts don't have a part in or at least know of." Jans winks at Korzin. "Besides, if we get into trouble, I'll protect you."

[Rann]

[HQ - Docking Bay Alpha - Omega Seven]

Creali tried to hide his excitment as he walked to the shuttle. Finnally he felt good. He almost skipped his way up the bording ramp.

*Creali: Well thank you fo transporting me here. You can go about your buisness now for I will be staying here.

Creali flipped the man some credits

*Creali: Here you go a little extra for waiting.
*Pilot: Thanks! I guess I'll leave now.

Crealli gathered his things and walked quickly off the shuttle. He walked through the hallways till he found his room. He opened it his room was magnificent.
Creali had never been in shuch a fine room he immedatly made himself at home. Once finished Creali sat on top of his bed and rested going into an almost meditation like sleep.

[Narvik]

[Docking Bay Beta - YT-1300]

The black cloaked figure of the Sith Lord Darth Norsk walks into the cargo ship and takes a seat where he's allocated. when he sits you hear what appears to be creaking bones and one of his sleaves slips temporarily and you see naught but suspended bone underneath.

[Edgeomatic]

[hq lobby]

Kane runs up captain horvin. "Captain! Wait!" the captain already shuttled off from the lobby. "damnit"

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - DOCKING BAY BETA - YT1300]

Korzin began to run pre-flight checkups. "Uh, thanks," he replied. "That makes me feel much better..."

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta - YT1300]

Stee Jans grins at Korzin and turns to Norsk. "If you'll follow me, we'll see if we can find you some suitable quarters. Say, the Captain's Suite?" Jans motions for the Sith Lord to follow him and exits into the corridor beyond.

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta - YT1300]

Korzin continued to run the preflight checkups and soon started the ship up for lift off. He took a deep breath, trying to make the anxiety go away. Almost abrubtly, Korzin realized something. "Jans," he called from the pilots chair. "Jans! Get over here..."

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta - YT1300]

Stee Jans spins around at the sound of Korzin calling him. Quickly turning around, he motions to a door at the end of the corridor. "That'll be your room. If you'll excuse me, my partner seems to be in dire straights." Jans nods to Darth Norsk and hurries back to the cockpit.

Jans slips into the co-pilot's chair and raises an eyebrow at Korzin. "What is it, what have you found?"

[Narvik]

[ Aboard YT1300 Cargo Ship]

Darth Norsk stands behind you with his arms crossed. You sense a irritated feeling of impatience arise in his voice as he speaks. "Will you two hurry up I'm in a hurry and this can't wait. I need speed with this assignment, I'm certain your master would like having my payment reduced because of your slackness now MAKE HASTE!" at this he turns and heads towards the room he was ushered into.

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta - YT1300]

Korzin looked at Jans. "We have a YT2-320 engine type. I've worked with this before." He worked a little at the terminal. "This ship's computer indicates that the engine's cooling units are at 96% capacity. Can you raise it to 98.4%? I'm planning to modify the engines to burn more and give us a quicker get-away if we need it."

Korzin looked behind him almost as if he could see through the wall at the Sith Master. "We'd better get going in a hurry."

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta - YT1300]

Stee Jans looks into the corridor,winces at the Sith's shouting, and quickly turns back to Korzin. "Uh, I'll see what I can do. Though I think we'd better get going now... If we don't "make haste" as our Lord commands, it may be us burning rather than the engines!"

Jans gets up and heads for the back of the ship, leaving Korzin to finish the pre-flight and begin the flight to Tatooine.

[Vortex]

Mission Code Number: A-00
Location: Tatooine
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The bustling little port town was beginning to rub Cyrill the wrong way, for the abundant noise proved far too unharmonious for his simple tastes. The irritable din was gnawing away at what little patience he had left, after having waited about for any sort of sign.

Something that denoted his great master, Cheewub. However, there was no such thing. No subtle power play to overtake the local government, causing a ruckus of insurrection and violent deaths, no hidden assasinations of local criminal authorities, and certainly no fanfare announcing his triumphant approach. Such a lack of indicators of his most illustrious benefactor proved discomforting for the stoic imperialist.

His eyes shifted about, attempting to decypher the appropriate course of action. Upon investigation, he happened across a beautious woman of an uncertain special background, and promptly aqquired a wealth of information regarding the local ongoings and orginizations.

The information intrigued him only slightly, however one particular piece of information caught his sensative ears.

"At this spaceport, you can book passage to anywhere in the galaxy, for any reason, if you find the right price... or method of payment," she added with a wink, insinuating something that Cyrill had no intentions of considering. However, he was not without means, and considered booking passage for him and his ship to one of the planets he knew Cheewub was fond of. His own deep space tie fighter was efficient to get a considerable distance away from this desolate desert wasteland, however there would be numerous stops for refuelings, and possible dealings with the Alliance.

The bitter taste of bile found it's way to Cyrill's taste buds. Dealing with such an overwhealming collection of politician and farm-boys turned fighter pilots was more than enough to set his stomach into an uneasy churn.

Yes, hiring a local to take him and his ship to their next destination, out from under the Alliances intrusive eyes, would be the optimum solution.

[Narvik]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta - YT1300 (Mission Code A-00)]
Norsk Storms into the Cockpit and nearly shouting addresses Torque and Jans. I Have Been Waiting for too long if you're too incompetent to do this then I'll find somebody else. Now either get going NOW or I'll go elsewhere!

He then storms into the other room and SLAMS the door closed

[Vortex]

Mission Code Number: A-00
Location: Tatooine

Clink, Clink, Clink

Cyrill dropped a few metallic cards into the hands of a suspicious looking Rodian, who's tendrils were drooped, and snout was crooked.

The young Sith Lord was perculating with rage, ever passing moment ushering in more of the blood-red distraction which had first plagued him since getting Master Cheewub's authoritative mental impression.

"I need time... to prepare. Bring your ship about in....a few hours. We shall lift off then. Assuming your payment is... legal."

The masked sith glared at the Rodian from behind those obsidian slits.

"To infer, my dear Rodian, that my tender is anything less than pure would be of grave consequence. Do we understand one another?" As he spoke, the Rodian was slowly shirking back in his chair, afraid for one of those dreaded sith choke holds.... however he recieved none.

"Y-yess.... weee understand each other.."

It wouldn't be long now, Cyrill would be on his way, ready to take his proper place at the side of the great Master Cheewub.

[Greedo Boy]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta - YT1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Stee Jans returns to the cockpit and looks darkly at Darth Norsks still vibrating door. Turning to Torque, Jans raises an eyebrow in thought. "I got the engine cooling capacity to above what you needed, 98.7% actually. I don't know if that really matters, but..." Jans shrugs and turns back to the corridor. "I think I'm going to have a bit of a talk with our so-called 'Sith Master'..." Jans strolls down the corridor and raps sharply on the Darth's door. "Listen, friend. I don't really care if you're a Sith or not, but on our ship, you're just going to have to bear with us. If you can't stand the suspence, I suggest you go into one of your calming trances or something. Try to leave the piloting of the ship to us, or you may find yourself floating home..." And with that, Jans types an auto-override code into the door lock, sealing it from the outside until the code is once again entered. "When we get into atmosphere, I'll be back to see if you've calmed down. You can yell and rant all you want, but frying me will put you down one assistant. Think about that." Blocking the Sith's muffled shouts coming from the door, Jans turns back to the cockpit. Upon entering, he looks at Torque and puts his hands up defensively. "I know that may not have been the smartest thing to do, but my patience is at it's witt's end also, and I've never been very good with bossy civilians."

[Whitesaber]

[HQ - Docking Bay Beta - YT1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Smiling, Korzin started the ship up, actually happy at Jans's performance. The freighter lifted up and exited Headstrong Dispatch HQ. As Korzin took the ship into orbit around Tatooine, the nagging feeling of dread still threatened to overtake him. "No big deal, man. Now, strap in tightly. We're going..." The freighter descended to the golden, dusty planet of Tatooine... Within a few minutes, the ship was docked in bay 94.

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Stee Jans raps sharply on the Captain Quarter's Door after entering the override code. Heading back down the corridor for the access ramp, he hollers at the closed door over his shoulder, "We've touched down on the surface and the door is unlocked. If you've got any of your Sith Wisdom you want to empart to us, now would be a good time." Turning round the corner, Jans strolls to the ramp and punches a button on an adjacent control panel. With a hiss, the ramp slides downward and embeds itself in a bank of sand. Immediately, a gust of wind carries waves of sand into Jans' face, shoving him back against the bulk head.

"Ah, Korzin! You've set us down in the middle of a sandstorm!," Jans splutters through mouthfuls of the grainy mineral. Jans futiley tries to bring the ramb back up, but can't find the button in the swirl of wind and sand. Giving up altogether, Stee stumbles back to the cockpit, leaving a trail of sand behind him. "Ok," Jans coughs, "I think we're going to need goggles for this... maybe even rebreathers. This isn't going to be as easy as I'd hoped." Jans coughs the final grains of sand out his mouth and looks gloomily at Korzin for his input.

[Vortex]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Cyrill's head suddenly jerked to the direction of the docking bays... he noticed something off in the distance, something he was not too familiar with...

He promptly reached out, snatching a pedestrian within his armored grasp, and hoisted him close. With his other crimson-covered hand, he designated the object of his curiosity.

"You, I wish to know what that bizarr event on the horizon is. You would be wise to tell me,"

The man, shaking in fear, promptly explained, "It's a sand-storm. Fairly common, but extremely dangerous. I wouldn't advice you going anywhere near it, and since it's coming through town, you should get indo-"

With that, Cyrill let the man drop, crumpling on the ground. He promptly scuttered away, leaving Cyrill alone with his thoughs. His visor shielded him quite well from any debris, and his helmet also came with a nifty-

SHFFFFT!

The mouthplate suddenly extended into place, covering up the last remaining exposed area on Cyrill's body. Slowly he began to walk towards the docking bays.

Something was calling to him, guiding him to the center of the storm. Some sort of force-sensative game of cat and mouse... There were whispers in his ear, nay, within even that. The whispers were a calm, soothing, authoritative voice, HIS voice, gently ocercing Cyrill to continue on into the storm...

Sometime later, there came a tapping on the freighter's hatch. In the midst of all this sand, this forceful wind, stood Cyrill. His body was braced, every muscle tensed in an effort not to be toppled by the tremendous waves of sand.... however, it also seemed as though, at least for the moment, the storm was ligthening.

He called out to them, his voice so booming, so loud, so energetic that it could be heared even within the ship! Various loose panels on the outside vibrated, varying their movement from the consistant shake caused by the storm.

"Open your gates, allow me entrance, for The Darkness wills it, and in this you cannot resist, you cannot fail. You MUST open!"

((In case you're wondering, Cyrill tracked them down because of 2 things. 1) Cheewub's been sending long range mental impressions of what Cyrill needs to do, and 2) a Sith well honed can detect another Sith within a certain distance, especially if they have a very unusual energy))

[Narvik]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

* Norsk walks out onto the planet unconcerned about the sandstorm and lets his force sense guide him to were Cyrill awaits*

Cyrill, I come to you in the name of my master Darth Cheewub who awaits for you back at our temple.

[Whitesaber]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

"Sand storm?!" Korzin ran all the way, passed Jans, to the ship's ramp. Sure enough, there was a violent wind of dust outside, making it almost impossible to see more than two meters in to the distance. "Jans, get those goggles and breathers... where's our Sith master?"

In the dusty terrain, just barely visible, was the black figure of Narvik. "Hurry up with those breathers and goggles, Jans. Narvik's already outside the ship."

[Vortex]

He was a messanger of Cheewub's? Interesting indeed...

Cheewub rarely sent anyone but himself to retrieve his Sith, and never sent anyone after Cyrill... Something was wrong, something that was keeping Cheewub from coming to him.

"Master Cheewub.... is he in danger? Why has he saught me out? What problem could not possibly be solved with powers such as he?" The last question was the one most nagging at the back of his mind.

"And why," he said, pausing his booming speech, "did he send you, of all people? Did he not warn you, I do not take kindly to interlopers on my affairs, even if they intervene in the name of my Master."

His hands hovered about the holsters on his sides, which seemed only to have some sort of lightsaber, but it was altered, that much was noticable...

And one on each side.

The storm was passing now, the others on the ship would be able to come up, if properly prepared, and be in no serious danger.

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Jans grabs the goggles and breathers, rushes to the ramp, and tosses Torque's to him. Through the lazily swirling sands, Jans can just make out the silhouets of Darth Norsk and who he could only assume was the target of their mission. Looking at Torque bemusedly, Jans says, "Well, so much for that cantina of yours... Looks like this may be easier than we thought!"

After donning his goggles and breather, Jans cautiously makes his way down the ramp an into the former maelstrom, blaster pistol in hand, and ready for anything.

[Narvik]

He stated that his greatest student will soon join him. He informed me that you would understand his meaning by this statement. I can tell you no more for it is not my place to do so. Master Cheewub is waiting for us and we must return forth with

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Stee Jans strolls up to Norsk and the other and looks between them curiously, Finally, he turns to Norsk. "So, do you need our assistance taking this guy up? You know, clap him in irons and such? Or not..." Jans raises an eyebrow at the other man and hefts the security binders experimentally in one hand while keeping a firm and steady grip on his blaster pistol with the other.

[Vortex]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

His... greatest student? No... it couldn't be....

His eyes shifted to one of the transporters... the one indicating restraining him.

"You are welcome to try, lad. Subsequently, you are welcome to die as well."

His mask hid any sort of giveaway as to his thoughts, but his words were threatening enough.

He waited, testing to see what this other Sith would do...

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Jans glanced briefly at Darth Norsk and back to the man, grinning wolfishly. "Oh, dying doesn't scare me, friend. I've danced this dance too many times to be phased by a simple threat. Now, you can do what Darth Norsk here says for you to do, or you can make this hard on yourself and get your cells shocked. What'll it be, peaceful transfer or stun fest?"

Jans spread his arms wide, waiting for the other men to respond. This could get interesting...

[Vortex]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

His head tilted ever so slightly, a curious raise to the man's presumption that he could do anything to Cyrill without his permission.

"Sit DOWN," Cyrill commanded, sending out a forceful, invisable wave of energy with his voice. There was enough energy in those two words to knock an average man flat on his back, several feet away."

A little snarl was uttered afterwards, shaking everything around him, just a little.

His gaze snaps back sharply to focus on the Sith once again.

"And you have yet to even introduce yourself. It is improper to hide yourself from another who worships the dark one. If you walk along the path of un-light, you must have fear, but you need not fear me, unless you act against me."

[Whitesaber]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Korzin entered just after the booming voice commanded something he couldn't hear on the outside. And there, standing in front of Jans and Norsk, was a man. Could this be Cyrill?

He stepped up next to Norsk on the opposite side Jans was standing, hand ready for a blaster... of what good it would do against a Sith Lord or a Jedi, he couldn't tell. Probably none.

Surprisingly, Korzin didn't feel any fear or dread, he just felt... careful, as if he were handling a wild animal. Knowing that he shouldn't meet the man's gaze head on, he rather examined the man's apparel. Sure enough, clipped to his belt, was what looked to be a lightsaber.

Yes, this was definitely either a Jedi or Sith Lord. But Norsk had been unclear in who this Cyrill was. Perhaps, Korzin thought to himself. I'll find out by observing his behavior.

[Narvik]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Darth Norsk turned and stared at Torque he should understand what that meant without Norsk needing to address him he then turned to Cyrill and spoke

I am called Darth Norsk Apprentice to Darth Cheewub.

[Darth Morder]

[ Stru's Quarters - Headstrong HQ]

Stru is on his bed reading and suddenly stops and begins talking to himself "*sigh* I was hoping for some action but hmm I wonder when I'll be needed or even if I'll be needed. Only time will tell I suppose so I'll just have to wait here alone and see what happens"

[Edgeomatic]

[Kane's quaters- Headstrong HQ]

Kane starts reading the galactic survival handbook. I wonder if I'm going to need any of thhese skills.

[Vortex]

Behind the mask, a slight smile crept across his lips. This "Norsk" referred to him as Darth Cheewub, still. The cloud of the dark side has fooled even he.

"I see. My master has sent one of his more novice students to retrieve me. No doubt he anticipated that I would find reason not to send you from this world."

He stood, watching a moment, wondering just how the fellow had taken his force-powered soundwave. His hands lay hovering over his twin weapons, reminiscent of light sabers, ready for any advance.

"Shall we have a little test? Hmm...." He looks up, and then to the shadowy sanctuary underneath the large ship. He was searching for something, his answer...

"No," he said, pausing, "You might not be up to a test yet, and killing you might run against my master's plans. I will go with you, however, it must be that I have access to your communications. I am transporting my own ship via another agency, and I must update them of my situation."

He walked past Norsk, and on to the ship.

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Jans got up from the ground, dusted himself off, shook his head in wonderment, and stared after the retreating firgure of Cyrill. Shaking his head a little more, Jans looked to Torque and gestured to the ship with his blaster. "Well, I guess we'd better follow along and make sure he doesn't get lost or something. You know how Sithy people like that are..."

[Vortex]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Cyrill, without asking permission, climbs over to where the main radio system is, quite close to where the pilot controls were also situated. He began tapping a few buttons, and before too long, an open connection crackled into hearing range.

"Greetings," he said to the unknown member on the other side. "There has been a slight change of plans. I will not be joining you, but still deliver my cargo, and keep the full fee."

With that, and before the receiver could emit the voice of his other pilot, Cyrill cut it off shortly.

[Whitesaber]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

"I don't like this," Korzin muttered to Jans. "But, so far, no body bags. I guess that's a good thing..." He walked up beside Norsk. "Shall I prep the ship for take off?"

[Grand Admiral Thrawn]

Vortex!
You have forsaken the Sith Order!



Just kidding. style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/y.gif

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Leaving Torque and Norsk behind, Jans hurried back to the ship to make check on their new passenger. If he damages our ship, Sith or not, I'll tear him apart...

[Narvik]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - (Mission Code A-00)]

Narvik turns to torque. " Yes we must leave immediatly enough time was wasted getting here. My master will be getting impatient. "

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT-1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Stee Jans walked into the cockpit just as Cyrill cut off his transmission. "Hey, what do you think you're playing at? What was that transmission you cut off so hurriedly?" Jans pointed his blaster at Cyrril warily, muscles tense, waiting.

[Narvik]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT-1300 (Mission Code A-00)]


Noticing Jans aim his blaster at Cyrill, Narvik uses the force to throw the blaster to the other side of the ship. Then stands with his arms crossed staring at Jans.

[Vortex]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT-1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Cyrill turned about, slowly, and glared at the man from behind his mask.

"I allready told you, I had to contact the man transporting my ship. Perhaps you were not paying attention earlier..."

He then turned to Narvik and hissed in his direction, "Does the Knight need a squire to protect him? You need not exert yourself to help me any more than is asked of you by myself, or my Master Cheewub. To do otherwise is to insult my honor, which is indeed a dangerous thing."

[Whitesaber]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT-1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Korzin gulped, prepping the ship and leaving the Sith to their business. "I wish Jans would be more careful," he said to himself. "I don't want to end up dead..."

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT-1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Jans clapped Torque on the shoulder, bending down to whisper in his ear, "Believe me, that won't have to happen." With a conspiritorial wink at his partner, Jans slipped into the copilot seat and began scanning the control panel for any signs of malfunctions.

"Ah, hold the comm link! We seem to have a clogged ion thruster. Probably from all that sand... Stay here, I'll check it out." Jans exited into the corridor, leaving Korzin to wait.

[Vortex]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT-1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Cyrill turned to face Korzin, and studied him for a moment.

The man seemed tense, unnerved, obviously due to the... potentially dangerous pair of passangers. Fear was a good driving force to get someone to do a simple task, however the more afraid one was while doing a complicated task, such as setting up the systems in a ship, the more inaccurate he would be... the longer it would take.

"You there," he said, in a tone softer than previously used, less abrasive, "It is good to do your job, and do it well, for a pleased Sith is less likely to take action against you. An unpleased Sith, however, erases any hope you have in your own saftey. You haven't displeased me just yet."

The comment was saying more than perhaps Korzin would realize. As long as nothing strange happened, or no more setbacks affected their departure, Cyrill would pretty much ignore the two pilots.

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT-1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Jans walked back in, eying Cyrill over his shoulder curiously. "Ok, ion thruster clear. Nothing a nerf-hair bruch coudn't handle. We are prepped and ready for take off." Jans turned in his seat to holler into the back of the ship. "Ok boys, fasten your seatbelts, 'cause we are outta here!"

[Vortex]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 - YT-1300 (Mission Code A-00)]

Cyrill, as instructed, took his seat and fastened himself in.

He was not entirely certain that this ride would be a comfortable one, he had little faith in that particular pilot, based soley on his attitude.

[Greedo Boy]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 (Mission Code A-00)]

The YT-1300 blasted out of the landing bay, rising steadily into the atmosphere.

[In Space]

Stee Jans looked up from the control panel at the looming figure of the Infinite in the view screen. Turning to the Comm Station, he brought up the Infinite's frequency. "Hello, Infinite, this is Stee Jans calling in. We've got our package and are requesting permission for docking clearance, over."

[Whitesaber]

[Tatooine - Bay 94 (Mission Code A-00)]

Korzin sighed in relief as he looked the Infinite over with his eyes. The trip down wasn't a