Claiming what is yours

[ToKola Bakari]

Freedom.

​How long had it been since the Thyrsian had tasted something so sweet? Trapped in the mines, there were many times where he believed his life to be at an early end. His pale skin had regained a bit of it's color, as did his hair and eyes. The shadows of the caves no longer falling on him, Decker had set his mind to business.

​Aboard The Wretched Dagger​, a Hwk-290 Corellian Freighter, Decker fastened his chest piece as he made his way to the cockpit. Just as the man passed through the threshold, he heard a soft beeping erupting from the Navicomputer. "'bout damn time." He said, a pompous smirk on his face as he braced his hands against the pilot's chair, There was a soft shift in the Freighter as it was pulled from Hyperspace. The flashing lights that enveloped the ship made way for the sight of a single planet in the darkness of space.

​"Dubrava." Marcellus stated, pushing himself off of the chair. A smile could not help but make it's way over his face as he looked to the planet. A silence was birthed as his brown eyes scanned the tropical orb with a bit of interest. "Ain't never been here before."

​Leaning over the ship's console, he tapped into the device a bit before turning back to the ship. "Hey! Time to get rich, Kur! You ready?" He called back out to the Gen-Dai who was accompanying him during the venture.

​[member="Kur"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Seated in the lounge of the ship, Kur was dressed in his usual armor. The Hwk-290 was a nice freighter, one that the Gen'Dai remembered from several centuries ago, when it had been a popular model out of Corellia. Since then it had largely disappeared, with only the odd few being seen around some of the more questionable ports. Likely due to the ease in which the ship could be modified for various purposes - such as smuggling. Still, that was neither here nor there, as Kur waited for the reversion to real space; and despite not knowing the location they were headed, the mercenary didn't much mind, as he doubted much could prove too big a challenge.

The ship shuddered, causing Kur to rock slightly, indicating they had arrived.

Standing, the Gen'Dai walked to the front of the ship, head low as he avoided knocking his head on the corridor top. Looking through the viewport, Kur heard the planet name - Dubrava - and narrowed his yellow eyes, thinking as to whether he had been to the planet before. After several thousand years it became hard to recall specifics like that. But, given a quick consideration, he was certain he hadn't. That meant the opportunity to learn something new about a new location, and perhaps the chance to meet interesting individuals or creatures...

"Always ready for that, Decker," Kur said, smirking inside his helmet. "What's important about this place? Someone owe you credits?"

Just like he was always ready to get rich, Kur was also ready to smash heads. Or shoot them.

[member="Marcellus Decker"]​

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​Decker rolled his sleeve up, glancing down at a few scattered numbers that had been seemingly carved into his arm. Coordinates. A crude, yet effective way to make sure he did not forget the location of his newfound wealth.

​When the Gen-Dai made himself visible, Decker was still standing behind his pilot's chair, reading off the numbers for a moment before sitting himself down in the seat. "Nah, well.....Something like that." He said, smirking before speaking back to Kur. "Since you've followed me this far, I guess it doesn't really matter if I tell you now or in ten minutes." He said, taking the controls of the ship over for himself.

​"When I was in that Karking cave I met a guy. Well not just a guy, he used to work with Drogge The Hutt, the slug who put me in that hell hole." He said, his obvious distaste for the Hutt spilling through his words.

​"He swindled Drogge out of a fortune some decades back. Hell, I think it was before I was born. Anyway Drogge though a few decades in the mines would loosen his tongue. It didn't." Glancing down to the coordinates on his arm again, Decker's eyes fell on the Navicomputer, watching as the numbers came closer to the target code.

​"So we cut a deal. He gives me the credits, and I send Drogge to Hutt hell. Which, is my plan anyway. So it's like a win win." He said, looking back to the Gen-Dai to gauge his interest. Decker's eyes fell upon an island in the distance, which caused a smirk to fall on his lips. "Now, this could all be a lie. Maybe he was just some crazy old man who wanted to get a rise outta me." As The Wretched Dagger was brought in for a landing, Decker shrugged his shoulders back at Kur. "But I doubt it."

There was a soft rock as Decker's ship was set on the beach, the landing stilts falling into the water to stabilize the ship. "I brought you along in case it's some kind of trap. In exchange for helping me get my money, I'll be generous. And your mercs will never know an empty stomach if you deal with me." Standing up, Decker saw to powering down the ship, making his way past the large Gen-Dai with a friendly slap to the man's shoulder. "Double cross me. Don't make the mistake Drogge did. You had better kill me." The words were darker as Decker made his way to the ship's rear ramp. As his black boots slammed into the water below, the man took a deep inhale. The island was not a bad place, actually rather beautiful, and there was nothing in sight other than open sea.

​The entire landmass could only be, at max, four miles long. However, from what Marcellus had been told his goal was right in front of him. Sitting a few feet from the water, was a large bolder that presented the first problem.

​"Huh.....He said it would be big but,.....damn." He muttered, before looking over the twenty foot bolder. With a soft sigh he began to run his hand over the bolder, as if searching for something.

[member="Kur"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

"Sounds like you got lucky," Kur muttered, shrugging. He had developed many common mannerisms from his time around others. "Which is fortunate for both of us, really."

Kur had seen and heard a lot in his long life, but that didn't mean new tales weren't appreciated. As it was, listening to Marcellus speak about his time as a slave, garnering a friendship with another, and eventually being left with an inheritance of sorts sounded pleasant, but the Gen'Dai was a realist. It also sounded as though the humanoid had similar reservations, which told Kur that Marcellus wasn't a fool, which was good; still, there was no shame in admitting that investigating wasn't worth it, especially given the potential reward simply for trying. The mention of Drogge the Hutt made the mercenary interested, considering that particular slug was a well-known crime lord who was very rich from slaving enterprises, and with that kind of status there was always room for reward for removing it...

This could turn into a very fun contract, Kur thought to himself, as he continued to listen to Marcellus explain the events and situation. So long as we find what Decker is after.

"I like the sound of a full stomach, Decker," Kur responded, glancing down as he was slapped on the shoulder. "And the Dozen don't break contracts. Ever."

Kur didn't feel the need to make some bravado statement about ensuring death; there wasn't a need, as Marcellus likely knew Kur could if he wanted to. Nonetheless, the ship had landed, and the tall mercenary followed in Marcellus' wake. Keeping an eye out, suspecting an ambush from other eager slaves who may have learned the same information, Kur had his heavy rifle at the ready. That was the problem with crazy sentients, you never quite knew who else they talked to, and Marcellus' patron didn't sound like the stable sort - which was ironic, Kur thought, as he considered his own species and the fate that awaited him in several centuries.

Takes one to know one, I guess...

Standing guard, Kur maintained watch as the smaller humanoid did whatever he needed to do with the large rock...

[member="Marcellus Decker"]​

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​Marcellus' first instinct would have been to use his ships guns to blow the damn rock sky high. Luckily for him, he knew better, if what the Nemoidian Xyrn had said was true any attempt of forced entry would destroy the contents of the hidden storage house.

​His hand continued to search the boulder until finally he felt something that caused him to smirk. A small part of the bolder, was not rock at all, instead it was painted over Plasteel. Marcellus pressed onto the pad, watching as it gave way and began a series of soft clicks. The clicks continued to echo through out the bolder as Marcellus took a step back. "Now we're talkin'." As the clicks came to an abrupt halt, the large stone began to quake before slowly rising from it's place, sliding up the mountain deliberately.

​Decker watched as the bolder continued to rise, revealing a hall, mired in dust and the webs of spiders.

​Glancing back at Kur, Decker flashed the man a knowing smirk as he made his way into the hidden passage. As he stepped forward, the shadow filled hall was illuminated with orange lights that ran down the length of the ceiling. At the end of the hall, Decker could see a metal door, seemingly untouched for years. He made his way down the hall, the confident stride of a man who knew he was going to receive his reward. "I spent ten years in that Karking mine." He said, his lips rising to form a rather conceited smile.

​"Ten years of pulling spice from the asses of those damned energy spiders. Ten years!" He exclaimed, raising his hands in a show of expression, "Spent ten years in there.....but I've waited my entire life for this." Approaching the door, he could see a small keypad, that would accept only done password. Running his hand over the metal device, he chuckled before typing in the code.

​D.R.O.G.G.E.

​Beep

.....Access Granted. Welcome, Master Xyrn. Preparing all systems.

​Marcellus half turned to Kur, that smile still on his face as he looked to the Gen-Dai. "I'm gonna build an Empire." He promised, before the door to the storage room slid open.

​Stepping forward, Marcellus was nearly blinded when he was revealed a room filled with lights. At least two stories high, the room had been filled with shelves, each one holding a lockbox with a different numerical value on it. As the terminal in the middle of the room came alive a computerized voice called out from it.

​All systems online,

​Would you like your physical balance?

Stepping forward, Marcellus couldn't help but marvel at the room before him. "Hell yea."

​The terminal was silent for a moment as a series of numbers ran across it's screen.

​​Total computed.

​Approximately, One hundred sixty-two million, four hundred-seventy thousand, six hundred and sixty two galactic standard credits available.

​Marcellus took a moment before looking over the lock boxes that lined the room. He looked back to the Gen-Dai and nodded. "It's a start."

[member="Kur"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Kur waited, keeping an eye on the surrounding area, as he listened to the process at the entrance of the concealed cavern within. Using his HUD, the Gen'Dai was able to maintain watch on every direction in quick succession, including the client directly. And as soon as Marcellus entered, Kur followed in his wake, weapon still raised, not wanting to be captured off-guard by potential ambush or betrayal. It was his job, after all.

"Looks like this place hasn't been used for longer than that," The mercenary commented, noting the excess amounts of webs and dust around the place. "Considering what you went through, it's good to see it might pan out for you."

As the pair walked into a larger interior area, following the security door opening, the Gen'Dai's eyes widened at the sheer size and amount of wealth contained within. While the credit stacks were worth a lot, certainly, it was the various collections and items scattered around that really caught Kur's eye. He wondered if Marcellus knew half of the value of some of the statues and artifacts? Probably not, but the Gen'Dai did, and he was willing to share some of his realizations, especially given some of the precious materials they were crafted with...

"You've got a lot more than that here, Decker," Kur said as he walked over to a particular statue and reached out to wipe the grim from it. "This one alone is made of Aurodium... I've seen metal like this many times. This, by itself, is worth a small fortune. And you've got other ores mixed in with other items, too..."

It was fortunate that Kur had a strict code he followed, were it any other mercenary perhaps Marcellus might have found himself dead and out of pocket.

"This vase here? That's Electrum... that's rare stuff," Kur continued, shaking his head. The sheer wealth here was amazing. "You've definitely hit the jackpot."

[member="Marcellus Decker"]​

 

[ToKola Bakari]

[SIZE=11pt]Decker drew his lips into a thin line as he looked over the wealth before him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was enough for the man to live a life of luxury for the rest of his days if he so wished, the thought was tempting, yet fleeting. Stepping back from the terminal, he turned to Kur as the mercenary pointed out the items adorning the shelves below the credit cache. Most of the items were identified as nothing more than junk and trinkets by Marcellus. He was ignorant to their value, yet Kur was quick to enlighten him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He turned back to the terminal, smiling as he spoke out to the Gen-Dai. “This is just a taste. Nah, not even a taste. This is a foundation.” He said, his hands flying over the keypad, watching as the credit cache spun softly. “With this I'll open my own Casinos all over the galaxy. Start my own Enterprise, Decker Limited.” He explained. As he spoke, a metallic arm reached to grab one of the credit cases, pulling it down and setting it on a platform by the dark skinned Thyrsian. Taking the case in his hands he made his way over to Kur, setting it down in front of him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Three hundred thousand credits. Ten thousand for this escort as promised, forty thousand for a good faith bonus. Oh and two hundred and fifty to keep you on retainer for the next year. Deal?” He asked, eyeing the Gen-Dai with a curios smirk as he did. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Kur"][/SIZE]