Bakuran Arms Show! (Open)

[Thaddeus Creed]

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"] | @[member="Circe Savan"] | @[member="Sargon Vynea"] |@[member="Kitt Solo"]

"What kind of bantha poodoo is this? Bah, I take down entire army if need be." Thaddeus yelled out to into the air before Hannibal clearly forfeited. The large cyborg threw down the grenade launcher and submitted. "This is not over." the man grumbled to himself. His rage only grew as he let the voice on the speakers bully him. If the woman were to escape Thaddeus' large hands, he would continue to hunt her down to no end. This bounty will be collected, one way or another.

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Thaddeus Creed"] @Hannibal Oryen | @Circe Savan | @Sargon Vynea

Uhoh. Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh. It was Sargon. He was the leader of the Fringe. The head-hauncho. The Big Kahuna. And she was going to meet him! Like this. Just great, now she'd be on the naughty list.

Sighing, she lowered her blaster, alert myrtle ellipses scanning the area and slowly raising her hands as an entire legion moved in on their position.

Sheesh, a whole army? Note to self: never piss off Sargon...again. And that green woman, what a pansy! "C'mon Mentor Number Two," she went to pat the giant being on the shoulder (Thaddeus) but changed her mind with the mood he was in. Don't wanna get bit. "Let's go meet up with our partner, bag a green chick, and try not to get trampled by an army." Following the coordinates, she went to go have a talk with the powers that be.

 

[Thaddeus Creed]

Thaddeus looked down at the woman he reluctantly decided to work with. "I have name, girl. Use it." Thaddeus grunted before heading to where this Sargon character beckoned him and the rest. Whatever it was this man had planned, was probably another blockade to what the merc crew had planned. "This puny man better not halt my job or I halt his breathing. Let's go Kitt." Thaddeus stated before motioning for Kitt to follow.

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Once all parties had been escorted to a conference room inside of the military barracks Sargon joined them as he noted the multiple of guards all around them. "I'll keep this short, someone tell me what the feth is going on, and why." The Zabrak merely glanced at all parties, and clicked his tongue. One vendor, two hired mercenaries, and a young member of the Fringe. Looking directly at Kitt he simply pursed his lips, and ran his tongue over his teeth. What was she doing in the middle of this nonsense.

@[member="Thaddeus Creed"] @[member="Kitt Solo"] @Circe Saven @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Thaddeus Creed]

Thaddeus stood there in the conference room behind his two associates. His large dome-like helmet shielded his face from view but offered him a clear sight of everything he needed to see. With his arms crossed, he replied "Don't look at me. We're just doing what we shall soon be paid to do. That's all." Thaddeus spoke in a deep voice with an accent like no other. It was oddly foreign and exotic. "Sexy as feth" as some women called it.

@Hannibal Oryen | @Circe Savan | @Sargon Vynea |@Kitt Solo

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Thaddeus Creed"] | @[member="Kitt Solo"] | @[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Hannibal entered the conference room, a stun pistol still sitting snuggly in his holster. His employer, a Sargon Vynea, didn't seem overtly pleased. Hannibal couldn't quite fathom why. He was only doing his job. The entire ordeal could've been much worse... Like if Hannibal had started firing concussion missiles. That would've been disastrous. These kinds of things were why Hannibal was the brains of the operation and Thaddeus the muscle mook with a voice like velvet.

"There was a tipoff to an attempted kidnapping, so we's responded to apprehend the criminal. Criminal also happened t' 'ave a nice 'ole bounty on 'er head, so me an' my mates'll be collecting on that, dig?"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Nodding towards his two hired mercenaries Sargon began to understand the situation in front of him. "I assume the bounty is legal, and is a capture bounty not a kill?" Putting his access codes into a console Sargon called up the bounty through the Black Suns, a recognized government by t he Fringe Confederacy, and it was a capture order, perfectly legal inside Fringe territory.


Given that the bounty's contractor was one of the vendors of the Arms show tracking them down would be easy. With a quick check of her files @Allie Wren's personal holo com was contacted. ::Afternoon, Miss Wren, this is Governor Vynea of Bakura, and I'm contacting you about a bounty you set on one Circe Savan. Some men in my employee it appears have procured her, and while her bounty has been negated on one board you still have the request on the Black Suns' official database. As such I can do a number of things here. If you wish to end this here, and now I can release your bounty, and you can consider it completed and pay these men. If you still wish the bounty be brought to you I'm sure these men will have no objection of bringing her to you. Either way I need an answer, and my facility is currently on lock down so no one leaves till I find out a proper answer here.::

@Allie Wren @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Thaddeus Creed"] @[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"], @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], @[member="Thaddeus Creed"]

This girl's got a name too. Standing within Mentor Number Two's rather large shadow and within striking distance, Kitt wisely kept her retort to herself. She could feel Sargon's glare on her like the predatory gaze of a snow beast. She managed to look at everything in the room, except the Fringe leader.

And boy could Thaddeus rumble.

Myrtle ellipses finally panned up to meet Sargon's gaze. "H'yup. Live bounty."

She had no doubt she would hear about this later from the Zabrak leader.

 

[Alli Vern]

@Hannibal Oryen @Thaddeus Creed @Kitt Solo @Circe Saven
Alli transfered 1 mill each to the three of them and sent the message. " Let her go with the message " Love Ya" " anyone on the call would notice that Alli was completely wasted. She tried several times to end the call, flashing them all at one point if it was a video call before finally ending the call. She passed out and was moved by her servants to her bed. She was bent out of shape. A sad state for anyone to be seen. Alli probably shouldn't of answered that call. But she had and was now sound asleep.

 

[Onrai]

"Woah." Circe raised an eyebrow, rather surprised at Alli's state. "Um... Is she okay?"

At least she didn't have to call in Yun-Harla.

 

[Nyxie]

Alachei had been in the middle of mediating the two women who had placed bounties out for each other. She was relatively close and not far behind from Circe, the woman she had barely been acquainted with but entrusted the responsibility of her precious saber parts to. As a bounty hunter of the alias Oleander, she had access to any bounties on the Guild. The fact that these rag tag amateurs flew in practically guns-blazing, taking her interest from her was quite enough of an insult; as if to add insult to injury, one of the fools had also slugged some kind of grenade at the woman's face. They had smoked out Alachei. The person responsible must've had a deathwish. Pulling the dress robe tightly over her neck, she locked eyes with the man's figure and installed a pretty good image of his appearance in the back of her mind. Immediately clearing out of the haze, she flicked through her datapad in the hopes of finding him on the database for identification. As a fellow bounty hunter, they were technically stealing from her, and as a royal of a galactic power, they were insulting her with such a crude act.

"You ignorant little..." Alachei mumbled out through the cloth as she watched the governer appear and pull them all away. Rather than immediately follow, she hoped that one of them would practically smell the bloodlust off of her and know that it just went down. The Mnenchei girl took the time to gather herself while leveling off and paging her associates to be weary of any more little issues.

*Keep an eye on the starfighter. Pack up as soon as allowed and have the frigates on standby. I have work to do.*

Following steadily behind them once they gained a bit of distance, Alachei reached the room and asked the troops nearby to have access. "I'm a bloody hunter... I don't take kindly to things being stolen from me, not even by other hunters. I want a share of what is rightfully mine. Or... I can take it to my fleet and simply wait for those ragged wretches to leave your space; which would the Governor prefer?" she said firmly with cunning, revealing her credentials via her datapad. Hopefully they would get the metaphorical message and let her in, or at the very least contact the Governor and have him do the honor.

Alachei waited, watched, and guaded the door like a watchdog waiting for the bounty - her current business interest - to leave. If she left in cuffs, she was ready to sooner intercept them with a branch fleet in the open galaxy than negotiate terms with them. Guilt by association, she decided. On the other hand, she deeply hoped that she would be escorting @[member="Circe Savan"] off of this hellhole of a planet herself and arrange to meet her favorite carrier once safely out of the reach of the system.

@[member="Alli Wren"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Kitt Solo"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Thaddeus Creed"] @[member=Circe Savan"]​