Crime can pay A LOT

[Ursula Vizla]

As they walked past many guards, servants, jesters, court members and common outlaws, Ursula nodded to each of them. Working with and for Hutts was what she did, she had done works for the Anjiliac for many years now, walking alongside the gunslinger all the way to the hangars of the huge asteroid where the palace of the Queen Popara had been built, word said she was going to set off and conquer a new place for her, a space port somewhere in the Core where she could make even a bigger fortune, suddenly Ursula stopped walking, raising her mechanic arm to put her long red hair fringe in her mohawk back in order looking at her AP 76 Besom class Light freighter, the new toy she got from the mandalorians for this little adventure.

“A cloner society. They don’t reproduce any new offspring, they clone themselves, use memory prints and raise themselves as children. No one knows for sure, why we are heading there…”, the job was to infiltrate the most well protected building in all the planet, kill anyone in their path, hack their system and make a copy of all the cloning data in all the planet. How they did it, which methods they used and the DNA vault they kept in the deepest parts of that planet. “Whole planet is so dull and has nothing new, normal people would go mad there in a month. Me? A week.”

Said that she walked towards the ship, where her droid crew did the job unloading the cargo of spices that belonged to the Queen. All set now with gas tank full to set course for Khomm, Ursula smiled slamming slightly against the ship and growling at it with a calm tone of voice.
“Old mandalorian crap works well enough. All aboard, let us leave this rock and get this antique on the roadshow.”, she said to the gunslinger, already walking inside her ship to the command chair to take off. They would make a real fortune with that data once they were done. The key was too leave no witness in a job like this one.

 

[Elijah MacCready]

He would make no comment on it, but Elijah was glad to leave the Hutt's palace. Although he could be categorised with many of those who dwell there, he could only spend so long around so many criminals and scum. The gunslinger followed his new partner-in-crime. His walk held a unique swagger about it, each movement was swift but also had a clear confidence about it. Some could've mistaken him as being cocky, which he was, whilst others would think of him as 'cool'.

"Cloners? Well we can't be in for a very tough mission." Elijah said in response to Ursula's information. He had only known of one race of cloners, which were the Kiminoans. Elijah had heard stories of them cloning great armies in ages that had past. But even with the capability to grow vast armies, they had little in the way of defences and were eventually stopped of all their cloning activities.

As he boarded the ship, Elijah made an effort to quickly give himself a brief tour so he could understand his surroundings. He spoke to Ursula loudly from another cabin in the ship, "If it'll get us there in once piece, its good enough." His main profession was smuggling and so he was no stranger of travelling in ships that belonged in scrapyards. This ship wasn't in nearly as bad of a condition as some of his previous vessels and Elijah trusted the engineering capabilities of the mandalorians.


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[Ursula Vizla]

After getting inside the ship, Ursula noticed how quickly the droids moved to start moving the vessel out of the asteroid. No one enjoyed working for the Hutts, especially with all the gossips in the corridors of her palace, some said the Hutts were going to war, that the Cartel was going to start fighting among themselves to claim the ancient title of Supreme Mogul, but those were just criminals talking and probably didn’t mean a thing. Ursula, couldn't care less about it, a war inside the Cartel would mean more money, more loot and more power to seize from the slugs to make herself richer than many kings.

Sitting back in the command chair, the mandalorian started to wonder if this was the right course of action for her to achieve something out of herself in this life. She was lost, she had her clan but they didn’t had a purpose in this life, perhaps she should take the offer of the elfs to work in that Protectorate in the Inner Rim, maybe she should, Ursula wasn’t sure.

“Okay, let’s go.”, activating the hyperdrive was always a blast for her. Watching as the stars faded so fast and became little blanks in space for a moment before jumping out of hyperspace and seeing Khomm, brown and dull, in space waiting for them. Slowly she pressed her finger to echo her voice among the ship, “Hey, gunslinger. We are here. Suit up and let us move.”, she was going to land in a spaceport not far from the building they were breaking in, as mad as she was, steering the ship to come off the atmosphere always made her droids to hang on something.

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[Rhyssa Sprax]

Rhyssa sat at the entrance of to docking bay 128 of the Heh'l City spaceport a Mandalorian named Ursula had hired her for part of a data grab job, she was always nervous about these in person jobs, it always had the chance of her getting identified as Rhyssa Sprax, the socially inept Epicanthix from level 1325 on Coruscant, and not the slicer Spraky, computer expert who could make entire networks bend to her will. She nervously played with her datapad as she waited for her contact to arrive, her droid, an old ID9 seeker droid she had repaired when she was younger, hovered near her, she always thought if it as a better friend than any living being she knew even if the droid couldn't show her affection back at least not fully, it seemed to appreciate her and that was good enough for Rhyssa.

"Hey there Dee Nine, did you see anything interesting?" She asked it. D9 beeped positively and showed her several holos of small urban animals, birds, stray pets, scavengers, and other small city bound wildlife. It was a funny quirk of D9's, it seemed to love the small cute animals it could find, maybe a side effect of all the videos of small canines and felines she used to watch on the holonet when she first fixed it. Rhyssa smiled as she watched the slideshow of different animals as the ship her contact was coming in, an AP-76 Besom-Class Light Freighter, landed behind her, the metal clicking as heat escaped and the metal cooled.

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[Elijah MacCready]

Little was said during the journey to Khomm. Instead of joining his accomplice in the cockpit, Elijah opted to stay in the crew quarters for the entirety of the journey, allowing his eyes to rest. He had no illusion that what lay ahead of them would be an easy mission, nothing was easy nowadays. Since the great wars of the Galaxy had come to and end the amount of crime had increased exponentially. Mad power grabs and mass-killings were common in the outer colonies as criminals organisations took advantage of the disorderly state of the governments. Sure, paychecks were greater now and work was never far away, but the danger increased with the credits.

Upon hearing that they had made it from Khomm, Elijah got up from his seat and made his way to the cockpit. Unlike the Mandolorian, this gunslinger did not have need to 'suit up', as she had put it. All he would require for this mission was his reliable blaster pistol and a great deal of luck.

As they made landfall he spoke to the Mandalorian, "Let's get going." He nestled a ciagarra between his lips before continuing, "Cloners give me the creeps, and I want to head home when this is all done." The paycheck promised by the Hutt was substantial. If Elijah used it wisely, he may be able to take a long break from this criminal activity and spend time with his family on Tatooine. If he got off this planet, however.



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