Private Does this make us partners?

[Frank Hamish]

Frank opened one eye first, then the other as he woke back up. The bar he'd been in, quite the mess now as he slowly started remembering what happened. Local beat police were in the area now too, taking statements and otherwise sorting the area out. His face throbbed, and he could tell one of the things that was giving him such the headache was his nose. Right, that little punk had broken his nose. Serves him right for not wearing his helmet.

"Sir, sir you okay?"

"Ugh... just... just give me a sec,"

"What, what're you-"

Frank would reach up and set his nose with a crunch and flash of pain with a grunt. His eyes blinked a bit rapidly as he breathed deep and let out a little WOO as he shook his head to clear his mind.

"Ain't nothing like setting your nose to clear the sinuses am I right? Say, what does a guy have to do to get a drink around here?"

"Sir, you've been injured I don't think you need-"

"Eh it'll be fine," Frank picked himself up off the floor and walked over to the bar, going through bottles as a couple of the officers looked at him like he was insane. He didn't really pay them any heed as he was looking for a way to dull the headache he had, probably from the concussion he'd gotten when that kid punched him in the face. Stuff was starting to come back slow, but coming back it was as he started popping corks to sniff bottles. Finally settling on a strong Corellian Whiskey he popped the cork and with a satisfied aha lifted the bottle to his lips and took a good swig.

"Sir.... really?"

Frank held out a finger as he took a few gulps before setting the bottle down, looked at the law enforcement officer and spoke a little defensively. "What? It's not like I'm going to just walk off with it. One sec let me just pull out some credits,"

A few of the other officers were shaking their heads as they watched the scene unfold, Frank bottle in one hand, checking his belt pouches for his credit purse with the other. The barkeep shouted from the back.

"That bottle alone's worth 300 credits!"

"What?!?! Come on you kidding me?" Frank answered, now more frantically searching for where his credits were. He just had them, where in the blazes did he put them. Today was just not going his way.

 

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

Gem had been on the hunt with G3, however, it wasn't for their usual prey, in her dealings with a certain battle station on abraxas, she had discovered some rather pertinent information through the data she had collected from the Crymorah syndicate. A bounty of considerable value, a payday unlike she had ever seen before on a man named Aiden who had been tracked heading towards the space of The Sith Empire. While the idea of potentially dealing with a cult of religious zealots known across the galaxy for wanton acts of cruelty and malecia, she couldn't help but think that if he were on the radar of the Crymorah Syndicate, maybe he may have an inkling as to where it was in this damn galaxy that their leadership could be sitting. and maybe, just maybe, he would be willing to help her rip it all down...

She'd made her away to a planet she'd never heard of, tracking the last known sightings of three idiot bounty hunters who had managed to spy him, giving a report back to the guild and helping along the next who weren't so incompetent at their work. It was time for the REAL hunters to do their work, so, with a mix of tracking down tracks, bio-markers and ion trails with her forensic scanners as well as the scanners available on her F-22 she eventually had made her way here. Landing on the backwater world wasn't the hard part, but finding out where Aiden would have gone in this hot mess, tracing his steps was the difficult part... There were a couple of points of entry where a person was bottle-necked into passing through. The space ports of civilized worlds were one of them, unless you wanted to get your ass shot down.

So, she would head to the records rooms, coercing with a most polite manner to see their holo-tracks on the security cameras and hoping to gain a heading on the man when he had moved through here. Simply downloading the holo-tracks into her memory banks as she would make her way out of the building. She would set G3 into locating the likeness of the man they were trying to hunt for the most part, as the machine would, by the time they exited a compilation of potential matches with one that certainly looked to fit the bill passed across Gem's vision heading east from the port of entry.

It had been two days since she had found that information, Aiden had been clever enough to vanish from recording devices as soon as he was able to, moving to parts of the city here that were more unmonitored than the rest. However, on little more than a hunch she had moved to centers where trouble, knowledge and information tend to trade hands. Checking out the local watering holes, especially for those where the numbers of former military members were high in the area and began asking around with the photographs, until she found one. Local police were already here, there was a hole in the wall and the place seemed to be a little roughed up. Looked like a bomb had been set off and the police were interviewing... or at least TRYING to interview a man who looked to have been rather busted up.

Approaching, moving through the blockades and hearing people account the occurrences here it seemed there had been some form of altercation. But, the man at the center of it all, as he was pulling the tops off of bottles and sampling their contents was certainly at the heart of it all. G3 would request a forensic scan, granted Gem would affirm mentally allowing her systems to whir a little brighter, her violet eyes lighting up a little brighter to a level akin to a soft bio-luminescence as she would inspect him. It would seem as though he had taken some damage, broken nose, many burst capillary structures that were giving off more heat due to the presence of blood pooling in those areas internally, aka bruising. As he settled on a bottle, Gem would take her chance.

"That bottles on me." She would say putting down 400 credits and telling the owner to keep the change for the effort, giving him a wink as she would look to the wannabe drunkard. "come grab a chat after you're done with these good men and women, I'll be just over there, theres potentially another bottle in it for you if you can help me out." And with that, she would leave him to the interviewing questions of the cops, taking a seat and playing with one of the glasses filled with a gold liquid that had not been destroyed in the room, nursing it, but not drinking for obvious reasons.

If and when the man would appear, Gem would greet him warmly. "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm designation Gee Three em one en one, but people call me Gem. I need your help in tracking someone down... have you seen this man?" She would say projecting one of the holo-images of the cyborg she was looking for within the space port. "If you can give me any information, it would be worth a lot to me...."

She had no idea what she was getting into... if only she knew. Frank Hamish

 

[Frank Hamish]

Frank would perk up as this newcomer with apparently deep pockets and fancy eyes spoke up from the entrance to the dive bar. Who the frak was this?! And what did she-

Oh, there it was.

She was another Hunter, just like him he guessed. Frank would shrug and take another swig of the whiskey as he looked the officer in the face and spoke.

"Do you need anything else from me?"

"Just," the officer would rest his hand on the bridge of his nose "Just go and try to be more careful sir. Because dead people generate a lot of fraking paperwork and I swear to whatever god you worship if you make more paperwork for me I'll take it out of your butt,"

"Well don't make promises you can't keep kiddo, though to be fair I've probably slept with worse,"

The officer would facepalm as Frank left the bar and followed this strange new acquaintance he had. He chuckled a bit at his own remarks, knowing that poor kid probably still had an idealistic view of how the world should be. It was cute, endearing a little bit maybe but they always broke. Everyone at one point or another either went down like shining white knights or became bitter old bastards like Frank. Which was why he was particularly interested in whoever had decided to buy him a drink. He would round the corner and barely get an introduction out as she introduced herself.

"Hey, name's Frank," he paused as he listened then gave her a puzzled look "You talk to everyone like that? Because listen sweetheart this has already been a long day and it's only gonna get longer. Ho boy, let's see," he squinted at the picture before recognizing the kid that had not so eloquently fed him his teeth.

"Right, yeah, that's the kid. Which yeah by the way, dunno if they told you this we're hunting a bloody kid. I mean he's strong as hell but yeah he's a kid. Little bastard broke my nose," he immediately looked around and found one of the medics wandering around.

"Hey you got any of them cold packs? Please? Come on my face feels like I just had a Bantha tap dancing all over it,"

The medic would roll his eyes reaching into a bag and pulling out a quick cold pack, which he handed to Frank. Frank would proceed to slap the pack against his face activating it as he sighed in relief.

"Awww yeah that hits the spot. So yeah I recognize that kid. Wasn't that hard to track to be honest, being as I used to be a Marshal for this sector of space. So I know all the dives and places to look for people like him. Kinda weird though, bounty said he was extremely dangerous and he's definitely well armed. Like I saw a sword and a pistol on his hip, but he didn't kill me when he clearly had a chance. Might have a conscience which is lucky for us, 'specially me since he could've just taken me out like yesterday's garbage,"

He paused again as he mulled over the other info he gathered on his little encounter. The kid was fast, too fast to be human which he gathered after seeing his face. He also would be looking for something here, and he had a couple of places that he could check, a few informants still operating on planet.

"So this kid, he's clearly looking for something. My guess is that he's going after some equipment, probably some gear or the location to get some. Now I know of two places that have that kind of leads, and one of them is about six blocks that way," he said pointing his finger to a much grittier and otherwise sketchy looking side of town.

"Used to have a contact in there, name's Fingers. He runs with a local snuggling outfit, Red Shirt Gang, that runs just about everything through this system and to surrounding systems in the sector. What say we pay him a visit and see if he can dig up any information yeah? And before you go asking to have me take a side seat, I know Fingers and can handle myself okay. Today's just been a bit of a rough day,"

Frank noticed he was talking, a lot. It was something he did. As a more experienced guy when it came to dealing with people, he noticed that often a good gauge of a person was how they reacted if someone was talking a bit. How patient, impulsive, dominant or even how submissive a person might be. And while Frank considered himself a good judge of character, he couldn't get a read on this G 3 M 1 N 1 person. Or "Gem" as she preferred. So while he was playing the part of a drunken loud mouth, he was still paying attention to her, whether or not she noticed. That and anyone who had the creds to just drop 800 like it was nothing on him clearly had good reason and he definitely wanted to find out what that was.

 

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

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Sweetheart? Gem didn't have a retort to that, it threw her of balance a moment enough for Frank to gain purchase with the tirade that was to come, but, he was offering information... Gem wasn't about to let that go, some of it was good too. It seemed that whoever this Aiden was, he was strong enough, well armed enough and skilled enough to break the nose of a former Marshal to the sector and get away without leaving DNA on the scene. It was good to get a handle on his combat abilities, he might even be up there with G3... but that remained to be seen, by the looks of the sorry state of inebriation this guy was in, overcoming him seemed like less of an obstacle and more of a chore. he asked for aid, which, was met with a slightly exasperate look on the behalf of the medical personnel, which Gem thought was a little odd, if not rude. The guy was hurt and irritable, there was no need to be haughty about it.​

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Trying her best not to stare a hole through the medical worker's skull, Gem would look back to frank, but listening to his rant gave her the information that this man was hunting the same person, and he had managed to actually find him, which was no real easy feat. Gem was basically built to hunt down organic entities with her forensic scanners but Aiden was harder to find than she had anticipated. Maybe there was a method this old veteran had in use which she didn't... though he did say he was from this sector, so when he mentioned a contact that they would be able to utilize, Gem came to the conclusion that the web work of associates, contacts and acquaintances was likely to be some of the reasoning for his ability to comb the area at rapid speed.​

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"However, you already said he was well armed, what kind of equipment would you think he needs then? If not weapons, do you think he would be after comms equipment, if he's looking for something, and was in a dive place like this, it could even be information that he was going for. We should think about hitting up any of the local brokers in the area. But we should see your guy first, if you have an idea, i trust it..." ​

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Gem added, she liked the thought of meeting with this contact, standing up in order to move out, there was no point in staying around here in the mean time. But, to ensure that she was honest to her word, she would put down another 400 credits on the bar, purchase another bottle for the man, handing it over, leaving them with a 200 credit tip. Gem would wink at the barman, apologizing for the trouble before exiting and allowing the establishment to recover. But, otherwise it was time to hit up this contact, grabbing the bottle she would waggle it as the proverbial carrot dangled for the guy to follow.​

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'Statement: The creature designated frank poses a 68.752% risk of complications to the mission, based on the quality of his information, physical condition and toxicology report from his blood systems. Dictation: Leave him behind and pursue the target and contact on your own.'​

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G3 didn't seem happy with the choice of ally. 'No, I don't think so, he knows the area, likely has a deep web of contacts that we may be able to tap into and has information on the target. We're keeping him with us for now G3.' This would be the beginning of a string of objections that Gem wasn't able to dismiss, the AI assist seemed to believe him to be a liability rather than an asset, in a somewhat firm manner. However, that wasn't its decision to make. Gem was taking the lead on this investigation... at least for now. She felt good, a little more confident than normal today, though her posture was still slight, a little meek. Kind as though there were some innocence behind her frame. She didn't seem to stand any higher than Frank's shoulder height.​

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"S-so! What brought you to hunting this guy down?" Gem would proclaim, looking in the direction that Frank had pointed, her scanners stretching her vision down that way in order to see about six blocks deep. However, the smog of the area and the business of the streets blocked it all off a little. Seemed this was definitely the shadier part of town for the moment. 'Suggestion: At least determine potential risk factors...' Gem did think that was a decent idea, accepting the compromise she would turn to Frank, a little uncertainty in her voice, not wanting to betray the mistrust that the AI had in the man "Is there anything i should know about? O-or worried about?" She was equipped with the Scorpio and a vibroknife in her leg compartments with the Tauros and Pisces in her left and right arm. She was armed for combat, but, wasn't totally prepared for an all out ground war.​

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Tag: Frank Hamish ​

Equip:​

• S-66 Scorpio​
• L 86 - Pisces​
• T 91 - Taurus​
• G3M1N1 Chassis​

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[Frank Hamish]

Equipment: TDW Gen 3 Armor, L-7 pistol, two flashbangs
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1
Location: Planet Ukio, major starport slums area

Frank would nod as Gem offered up her suggestion. Going to local brokers was a good idea, but Frank had a hunch that his man would have the answers they needed. If there was anything moving through this sector of space, Fingers was the man who knew about it. If only because the man was a weasel about trying to know whatever there was to know of import in the area. Still though, this young woman had a good head on her shoulders. Little experience and who knows, maybe she wouldn't turn out too bad a hunter. His face still stung a little as he stood up from the table, following her lead as she started walking down the street.

"So, two things I can think of. Ship must be a shorter range type, probably looking for stations with access to fuel and supplies on the cheap, or, and this is what worries me, he's looking for some bigger guns. Like he's got some pretty badass irons on him, but I get the feeling what he's going after is gonna need some really powerful gats. Like we're talking E-Webs, LS-150 ACP Repeaters, Man Pads, and high explosives. This kind of stuff you don't find just anywhere and if anyone here knows where to find that, it'll be Fingers. So hopefully we get there in time to stop him,"

Frank would squint his eyes and rub his forehead as he walked along with Gem, getting the ache from the concussion out of his eyes. He was constantly watching the street, noting that his new acquaintance kept the bottle of booze quite out and visible for him to see which he would take another pull from the bottle in his hand and speak quietly to her.

"You might want to put that away, would rather not have to deal with some kind o' pick pocket thinking he's particularly slick or whatever,"

The people around them however would give them a wide berth, Frank being in his heavier armor, and Gem being more plain clothed giving the two the look like Frank was Gem's bodyguard. And while Frank may not have been the nicest person to look at, his ugly mug certainly gave him a mean look which kept most people away, which he preferred. People too close were people he had to account for, and idiots being idiots was the one of the biggest killers of cops and 'hunters. Even if the idiot didn't survive themselves. He would hear her question and pause for a moment, considering his answer before scratching the back of his neck subconsciously.

"Well, I mean I saw the broadcast get put out, and to be honest this is a pretty huge payday. Not too mention there was a shootout back on Roon where this guy was at, meaning that most of your average hunters out there weren't up to snuff. At least of the Mandalorian kind, idjits like them give people like me a bad name. Always pulling out blasters first, shooting always, asking questions never, not even trying to deescalate the situation to keep people safe because 'huhuh I'm a bounty hunter, I'm above the law'. Damn schmucks don't have any clue as to the mountain of paperwork you'd have to do if you were on the force and actually having to have everything done on the level. Bunch o' rookies if you ask me,"

He would mumble a few more curses about them under his breath as they kept walking, taking a right at an intersection and whistling to Gem to ensure she didn't miss it. Oh how talking about them made his blood boil. Stupid wannabe cops, strutting around like their armor and so called creeds gave them the right to ignore the law. Even Frank understood the law, and had tried to follow it as a Marshal, which was why when he got canned he didn't fight it at all. He knew he was wrong. He knew that he had no right to carry a badge anymore. To be a proper symbol of authority when it came to enforcing the law. Which was why he settled for the less glamorous, little bit better paying but much worse benefits job of being a bounty hunter. And then, when he was finally approaching the spot where Fingers had his warehouse, he started speaking to Gem.

"So this is it, now remember, let me do the talking. Fingers and I go way back, probably to when you were still in diapers. If anyone asks you're a uh, let's see, uh-" His voice would trail off as he saw something that had his rapt attention.

The man who was supposed to be standing at the door of the warehouse was crumpled onto the ground.

"Oh chit,"

Frank would draw one of his L-7 pistols as he did a visual scan of the area. The place was quiet, the street was empty. When the hell did it turn into a ghost town? As the two would approach, Frank would press his fingers to the man's neck to check for a pulse. It was there, along with breathing meaning he was just unconscious. As good of news as that was, Frank knew that they were too late to beat him there, meaning they would have to investigate to see what they could find. He would motion to Gem to get behind him, count to two in his head, and with his power armor would kick the door in to the building. He would look around and the first thing that got him was the smell. Specifically the smell of blood, excrement, and whatever else had been knocked loose in the fight that had broken out here. And there were bodies everywhere. Half of them looked somewhat okay, very hurt, probably needing medical attention but otherwise like they'd live. The other half..... not so much. There were men and aliens of various species torn in have, had various body parts caved in, and otherwise were shot with large caliber munitions that had torn through their armor like paper mache. Frank would be looking through, seeing the trail of blood and gore leading up the stairs but noting that they should probably search through the area here first and make sure no unwanted surprises were left behind. He would quickly call out to Gem as he took an overview of the situation.

"Hey Gem! See if you can't call in some medics and the local LEOs, some of these duds is still alive and while they are grade-A pieces of trash, we still need make sure they live," he paused as he started yelling to the room in general "FINGERS, YOU STILL HERE YOU SCHMUCK?!?! YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD YOU TOSSER!"

He would start searching the bodies looking for Fingers, pistol in one hand, bottle in the other as he tried to figure out whether or not if their lead had died.

 

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

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Gem stuttering an agreement would put the bottle away within the confines of the shoulder satchel she was wearing, her clothing battered by the weather of her travels as she would raise her hood. All the while the violet features of the luminescent flickering lights within her eyes as well as between the doll-like cracks in her body would pulse lightly giving away some of the mechanics that worked non stop within her slender frame. The heavily armoured man proved to be an interesting Juxtaposition, Gem's work on Naboo and with the CIS military had earned her a pretty penny with her mercenary work, affording her to at least look the part of the badass or noble on the less than crowded side-street. Yet, for now at least what frank said was beginning to make sense in her head, which for a time justified keeping him around, silencing the ever present voice of the optimization specialist that lived within her programming, at least for a short while. But then he mentioned the weapons he was needing. G3 had talked to her about how she was to deal with another potential threat, a user of an energy force called 'The Force,' in that discussion with thoughts to eliminating Vulpes, G3 had come to the conclusion that high caliber unavoidable rounds, like the verpine shatter rifle that had been used against him to great effect, or high explosives would be the most effective. ​

"Sounds like the kind of things you'd need to kill a Jedi." Gem would say, laughing off the joke as they turned to move down the alley part way down the street approaching the location. Nodding when it finally came to meeting this supposed Fingers that had been so well talked up. However, as they approached the location, something felt off. Gem couldn't pin it, but she had been scanning the streets and the interior of the location they were moving towards had some really odd heat signatures that were fading quickly. Ignoring the warnings fro G3, she would begin to approach. Then the man crumpled on the ground was revealed and Gem immediately knew that there was something more wrong that she had recently thought. Her forensic scanners could detect heat wells on the surface of his body, haematomas, large enough that he would be rendered unconscious but little more, yet she could feel the foreboding ​

The Scorpio was in her hand in a flash, a small short vibro-blade that appeared little more than a double sided sword which in moments would extent telescopically for her to be holding the middle of a weapon not unlike a Javelin, the oscillating blade thrumming like a hummingbird as Gem would move to keeping an eye to the roofs around them, scanning high before moving to scan low. This was bad... but they needed to continue onward.​

Gem didn't smell the scents of death and decay, however her systems did pick up on the airborne particulates relating to the methane of fecal matter as well as the copper like scent of dry blood had iron particles in the open air also. Iron and Methane were basic coding for blood, especially in large amounts as Frank entered the room, exclaiming his amazement with the scene that unfolded before him. Gem would move in, gasping at the sight. "On it!" She would confirm as she would send through a message to the local medic teams. 'This is G3M1N1, we have a crime scene in south-town with multiple code blues requiring immediate attention, several dead, send aid immediately. Forwarding coordinates.' The message would be sent wirelessly through secure channels, likely resulting in their immediate departure. Although, in this part of town after cross-referencing the response stats of the planet and city they were in... they had some time "Done, forces will be here in approximately six and a half minutes with law enforcement on the way also, anything we need to get out of here, we need to get fast. But i suggest we don't touch anything. Thankfully however, I'm good at this. Give me a minute..."​

With that, Gem would get to work at doing what she did best, her scanners were not of a forensic classification for nothing, and with her mental processing boosts and ability to create a 3D holo-map of an area with her imaging hardware she began to scan the crime-scene in full. Her eyes would light up like spinning Catherine wheels as she would begin to work, throwing her processor into overdrive as she would begin to compute all of the information before her. Cells began to degrade from the moment they were removed from a body, that way she was able to calculate the order in which these people were hit. Severity of wounds that she was able to see or analyze gave her pounds of force per square inch based on their BMI. Gem could cross reference them with scatter patterns, their distance, angle and position of the body would reveal much as Gemini would seem to only be moving slowly through the room, her eyes taking in everything. ​

Her mind however, was aflame with the myriad equations, fusing physics biochemistry and forensic science to paint the scene as it happened. People that had been torn in half and missing limbs she would analyze the wound patterns on, attempting to discover that if they bore the shatter patterns of being hit with a vibro-blade, the burn marks of a light saber or a blaster as well as the distance their limbs were moved or thrown. She'd count up the number of blaster rounds fired within the room, and track their angles due to the scorch marks they left as the bolts diffused arcing them back to the source in which they had been fired. finally, Gem would project this all, holo-images of the men reconstructed for the most part, filled in with images of others who looked similar if she could not reconstruct their faces or features due to the damage. ​

She was able to give a digital rendition at least of how the men were killed and in what order, revealing a shit show of a revelation which would end in brutality. "Looks like whatever hit your guys came in like a Krayt Dragon and left the place like it. This place has been torn apart, but it seemed to have started from here." She would say, pointing to the first person that had been hit as tge combined blood of the victims would trickle into the nearby drain. "I don't like this for a second Frank... I feel exposed. " she would conclude, still gripping the spear with white knuckles, the weapon felt natural to her, like it was meant to be there... as much as she doubted considering her homeworlds' penchant for making generals.​

Problem was, here was plenty of evidence for the crime that had been committed, however there was precious few on the culprit themselves, always the same performance. It was off to be sure.... but so was everything in this galaxy. ​

Frank Hamish ​

 

[Frank Hamish]

Equipment: TDW Gen 3 Armor, L-7 pistol, two flashbangs
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1
Location: Planet Ukio, major starport slums area, Warehouse

Frank would start moving bodies and half corpses around as he did his search, until he saw the holo-projection coming from G3M, looking around as he could see all the shot paths and where each body started in a standing position when it was hit. He would walk around as he absent mindedly spoke to G3M, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

"Woah, that's a pretty neat trick there kid? Don't suppose you got some cool space magic up your sleeve too eh?"

But now that he had a holo-projection, he started studying it as he started piecing it together, starting at the door and looking at the ballistics the projection showed. First he went with just one pistol as he mimed out the scenario, then he stopped as he paused, took a few steps back and made a finger gun with the hand holding the bottle of whiskey. He went through and did some more miming like he was breaching, and quickly made a discovery that G3M probably figured out already.

"There was a second shooter," He paused as he looked around, going between the bodies of the unconscious and those of the very dead "Someone or something else breached here with our guy. Thing is, what the hell does this kind of damage with that kind of precision? See this?" He pointed to the two projected ballistic tracks with near identical trajectories leading to one of the dead men "This wasn't some random schmuck, only guys I know with that kinda aim are commandos, ex-commando mercs, or really karking high quality combat droids. Like the kind of droids you'd find in a elite military or private army. What the hell did our boy bring here?"

As Frank kept looking he would spot a nearby camera in the warehouse, having been summarily shot out but still something that he could use.

"Oi! Look at that! There's gotta be a terminal somewhere where that leads. These warehouses keep themselves pretty low tech to stay off the feds' radars, but I guarantee that leads to somewhere," He would start looking around for more, finding them and making the assumption that they were definitely upstairs.

"And don't worry about the LEOs, as much as they hate my guts there's no way they pin this on us. I mean who do you think would call in the cops after they got done wasting through an entire building like this, that's just-" he was interrupted as another door opened and a body fell out, its chest cavity having been blown out by something either large or very high velocity armor piercing rounds. Possibly both.

"By the force, that's something you don't see everyday," Frank smirked as he looked down to check the body. Still no Fingers, so he continued up the stairs, noting that it was much clearer, but seeing foot prints in blood on the floor. One of them resembling boots that Frank recognized as something a person would wear, another being much..... more mechanical? That was weird. He'd never seen biped droids with feet that large, even heavy combat units. Usually if they got that big, they were either oversized for something like this, or they had more legs and feet. They would get up the stairs as they came to a room where the prints stopped, and the sliding door had been ripped open by sheer force. Frank would start talking again.

"That's a reinforced door, like meant to stop everything short of anti-tank rounds or something. Our boy seems to have just ripped it open, the hell are we dealing with?" The 'hunter would then look inside and see a man who looked like he'd been beaten severely, but was still breathing.

Fingers.

"Hey Fingers!" Frank would rush forward as he started looking around getting a feel for where they were. It was a security room, wait that meant the footage from the cameras would be here! He called back to G3M in case she hadn't already started working on it.

"Hey could you do us a favor and start downloading a copy of the footage, we need to see exactly what we're dealing with," He looked back to Fingers as he started speaking "Hey pal, don't worry help's on the way. The hell happened? You look like a Rancor beat the gob smack out o' ya,"

As Frank was talking, G3M could see the man known as Fingers more clearly. He was of average height and build, and through the bruising on his face he had the look of the average human, although she'd see a few gaps where teeth should have been. Probably from the multiple blows to the face he'd received recently. But his most striking feature, or at least the thing that would stand out to G3M, was his hands, being purely mechanical. They consisted of multiple mech dendrite fingers that looked like they were specifically designed to interface with computers and electronic equipment. She'd see various slicing tools, a soldering gun, universal jacks and other items where his 'fingers' should have been. His voice was a rasp as he tried to speak.

"Ha... ha... Hanoon. Frank. They're..... going... to.... Hanoon,"

"They?"

"Some..... kind of...... merc.... and... droid,"

"Hey now, rest easy. Here, take a swig of this. Help with the pain," Frank would offer the almost finished bottle of Correlian Whiskey to the man, letting him get a few sips in. He could only imagine the amount of pain he was in, but after a once over, he knew he'd live. He'd be in lots of pain until the medics arrived, but he'd live. But the place he'd spoken of, rang a few bells, very dangerous bells. Last time Frank was in Hanoon it was to break up a smuggling and racketeering ring with more pirates and gangers than one could shake a blaster at. They'd had to call in the CAF to help clean it up and secure the area which got extremely messy. Literal mountains of paperwork and months of investigations. But that was the problem with rings like that. Didn't matter how many times you swatted them down, someone would rise up and take their place. Which was probably another reason Frank got 'forcibly retired'.

"You get the footage? Meet me out front, I'll tell the local PeeDee (PD) what happened, I get the feeling this just got a lot worse," He would say to G3M.

 

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

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Gem took in he disaster area, the mess that had left bathed the warehouse in blood, the weapons that these men were packing were... average. Modular blasters with custom equipment, rangefinders, scopes and vision mods of varying kinds, the occasional guidance laser but nothing that would compare to the firepower that the enemy had bought to the table. Once she began scanning the room she would draw the carnage to the front door, they had breached with a bang, scorch-marks on the ground near it denoted some kind of high temperature blast, not quite a grenade, didn't bear the wavering marks for fire and no scratch-marks for shrapnel for fragmentation, no, it was more like a thermal grenade, smaller blast, flash or concussion... He was experienced. The men were firing blind or dazed in response as the enemy targeted them down one by one. However, that's when she found a hitch in the planning. Frank would call out as Gem processed the scene with the help of G3​

"Yeah, my scanning software is Forensic quality, I'm basically kitted out as a mobile CSI, its useful, i could Tell you're BAC level from your blood as long as i could see it." She said, knowing full well she had done exactly that. "I can also create a 3D map of a place and make it something like VR, which is what you're seeing... although i have no idea what you mean about space magic..." Gem would confirm, thinking back to Vulpesen and his abilities with the strange energy field he called the force. She still wasn't convinced in the myth, but she had seen some impossible things to be sure.​

Moving back to the pictures, as Frank began to act out some of the Scene, Gem came across two shots, the dating on the blood decay put these deaths as identical, but, they were in two separate direction with two separate angles and two separate calibers. Unless the shooter was in two places at once, there was another shooter. "Second shooter..." Gem would echo in such a manner that were she able to remember her younger years, she would have jinxed the man. By the precisions of the shots, the groupings and the trajectories, she would have assumed that this interloper was a droid, heavy large footprints, a heavier model, or better armoured were distinct possibilities. The man could have been using it as a shield to highten his own survivability.​

But the second that Frank saw the blown out camera, Gem would begin running to trace the thing back to its source, if they were able to find a location or a heading of where they had gone, there was a chance that they would be able to catch him at the spaceport before they were able to leave. Moving upstairs, Gem would listen to frank, finding the mess of a man, electronics sprawled across the floor from the damage that had been dealt upstairs. A reinforced door has al but been torn of his hinges, no small task as Gem noted the locations of the large droid and humans footprints to see which was in the lead when the act was done... who's prints had the strain marks and had gotten a lot heavier for a moment when the door was breached. Gem would simply reply in kind "Whatever it is, it's running hardware closer to mine, we should be careful... "​

She would add, moving up as they would find the half dead man, thankfully somewhat stable, though injured. His last few moments were in a kind of panic, talking about another world and that their mark was traveling there as they spoke. He couldn't have lead with that? Gem would think to herself to the silent agreement of Frank asking her to get a backup of the footage from the camera, moving forward she would plug herself into what was left of the mainframe... Data would flash before her eyes, shimmering images of people about their daily lives as there was a blast from the door, hell erupted, men were shot down while many were injured with a lightning quick figure making short work of opponents in hand to hand combat. Meanwhile a chunky armoured droid followed suit, providing cover with precise attacks. Gem would finish watching, confirming the video and saving it to her databanks for projection later, moving outside at Franks instructions. ​

"Got it, it was a little difficult due to the age of the tech, but video is still mostly good. " She would confirm as the medics and armed police forces would pull up on location, Gem would cover her eyes against the high beams of the speeders which would carve through the low light of the beginning of the evening in these musty old slums. There were a few of them, but less than she would have thought, perhaps they were a little understaffed, or they were the A squad. "I hope you're sure about this..." Gem would state, in contrast to G3 lightning up warnings in her mind about the man that they were with, probabilities that he was wanted by the officers on the world, statistical likelihoods that due to his inebriation and weapons and armour on his person that they would believe that they were the suspects all blaring. But, Gem would swallow the harassment, Frank Hamish hadn't gone wrong yet... yet.​

 

[Frank Hamish]

Equipment: TDW Gen 3 Armor, L-7 pistol, two flashbangs
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1
Location: Planet Ukio, major starport slums area, Warehouse

Frank would stand up as G3M left the room, looking about to make sure there wasn't anything else left for them to do. And unfortunately there wasn't. The place was trashed, the various crates and such torn up. Frank sighed as he turned around and was about to walk out, when he noticed a small pack of cigars. Curious, he'd lean over and pick them up, taking a whiff to get an idea of the quality, turning about and looking at Fingers as he spoke candidly.

"I uh, would hate to see this go to waste since this is all contraband. I'll be seeing you Fingers,"

The man would roll his eyes as he just sat there and watched Frank leave, at least seeming silently thankful that help would be on its way. Which unfortunately for him also meant cops. He'd have a lot of work to do to fix this. Frank would walk back down the stairs as he pocketed the cigars, and then carefully made his way to the front door of the warehouse, making sure he didn't slip on the various blood and gore across the first floor. He knew a simple job was too good to be true when he initially looked into the contract. They were hunting a kid, someone who looked like he was barely out of college, and yet had the kind of hardware that made tactically augmented members of the High Threat Special Weapons And Tactics Division of The Marshals look like chumps. He'd torn through this place with a single droid with the kind of ferocity and aggression that reminded Frank of himself before he was forcefully retired. And now he knew where he was headed, and what could be acquired at this place. He sighed as he saw the speeders pull up outside, noting only a couple and that while two had locals written all over, the third's color scheme and insignia was immediately recognizable.

Two agents would exit that speeder, with the rest of the local cops rushing inside past Frank and G3M while they approached. Their official jacket windbreakers would feature the CIS Insignia, with big bold letters showing exactly who they were. CIS Marshals. One a Trandoshan, the other a human giving Frank a look as they approached the two of them. It was one of surprise, followed quickly by disgust.

"Well well well well well, look what the garbage pile dragged in. How's the retired life treating you Frank? Trying to sneak some blow again off the locals to feed that habit of yours? Or did you decide to shoot your way into getting some information on a job again?" The human spoke with disdain.

"Good to see you guys too,"

"So tell me Frank, what did you stir up this time? Don't tell me that your friend called in something like this over something you did? Those old bones of yours still work old timer?"

"We got here after it all went down, two shooters, we're on the trail of the perp,"

"Wow what do you know, he still remembers some of his old life? Hard to believe after what you did,"

"Jones maybe you're being-" The Trandoshan would try to intercede

"Shut it, this disgrace right here is the reason why Internal Affairs exists. Left a blasted mountain of paperwork, bodies, and by the time we finished the investigation he's lucky he didn't get the death penalty," he would look back to Frank after chastising his partner "Get out of here, and take your bounty hunter friend with you. You make me sick and are a disgrace to the badge,"

Frank looked like he was about to say something. Like he wanted to deck that little upstart for his little tirade. He certainly could have. But after a few seconds he would simply sigh, motion for G3M to follow him and start walking back to the space port. They'd dug up some old memories, a lot of pain, and even after years on the force that people not only still knew him or of him, they still didn't forgive him. He'd take a long pull from the bottle of whiskey, draining it and then tossing it into an alley hearing a shout from behind him.

"Littering's a crime too you old has been!"

Hamish would simply flip the man the bird as he kept walking. He had no interest in dredging up the past, nor any in teaching a snot nosed punk manners. He'd speak to G3M as he was walking.

"So, they're headed to the Krant System. There's an old pirate outpost that gets occupied, cleared, reoccupied, cleared again over and over called Hanoon. Last time I went through that was the source of a major arms and drugs black market that we tried to bust up. Key word was tried. The goons at this place pack heavy artillery that even the CAF would consider extreme. We're talking disruptor rifles, missile launchers, and if the major players are there a small fleet of frigates, a few cruisers, and enough firepower to burn Kashyyyk to the ground. Fingers doesn't keep cargo like that on his person, and prefers to have it held somewhere secure. Hanoon is that place. I know where it is, I just hope that kid doesn't do anything stupid before we get there,"

Frank would pull out the cigar, stick it in his mouth, and light it tagging a drag on the stick of tobacco and other chemicals. As he exhaled the smoke, he would close his eyes as he let the chemicals settle his nerves, and mumble a "not bad" in reference to the cigar. Hard to find a good smoke these days, what with all of the new fangled ways to produce death sticks, cigars, and cigarettes, nobody had an interest in the old school quality that a hand made cigar from organically grown tobacco anymore. He would look back at G3M and speak inquisitively.

"So..... you got the info you were looking for, is this where we part ways or would you prefer that we go after someone like this together? I'm fine either way, but I never actually asked your opinion on it," He spoke with his mouth wrapped around the cigar.

 

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

As the police arrived Gem was happy to allow Frank to do much of the talking, however, as the two police officers approached them Gem could already tell by the sweat on their brow, their micro-expressions, their posture and more that whoever these people were, they were already hostile. Gem could already hear the stats being bleated to her in her mind by G3, as the likelihood of potential arrest or confrontation at the arrival of the new data would skyrocket, to the point that even Gem was beginning to feel a little nervous. Disengage from association, the messages read with a level of urgency. Gem declined. 'I'm sure it's not that bad.' She would utter in return under her breath out loud. But, as Frank and the two began to talk, G3 would rebut in kind. Assessment, you're correct, it is far worse. Disassociate from the entity known as Frank immediately, risk of complications by association stand at eighty one point two three percent. Gem wasn't convinced that the data was correct, but there was seldom a time that G3 was entirely wrong either. She began to feel uncomfortable, fidget even and was pushed to silence as the tirade of the agents continued.​

NINETY POINT SEVEN TWO FIVE PERCENT! The AI would confirm at the mention that Frank should have gotten the death penalty. Gem silencing her, assuring the AI that there must be an explanation. More exploration would be required. G3 agreed, offering to interject into the conversation, asking the agents directly. 'Denied' Gem would confirm, she would ask Frank, give him a chance to explain himself first, if she wasn't satisfied, she would reach out to the agents involved. But at the last little stab, Gem couldn't help but get a little angry. 'CONFIRMED, COMPLICATION ARISING FROM THE PRESENCE OF THE ENTITY FRANK!' But at that, Gem would disengage the AI assist system, as she was becoming more trouble than it was worth. But she could feel the vacuous space in which G3 would normally inhabit, the silence was almost worse... Then she would turn to the agent to confirm something that needed to be confirmed. ​

"As a matter of fact, I'm contracted to the CAF, Designation Gee Ee Em One En One The fact you didn't have an internal affairs department until an incident occurred is the real disgrace to the badges you wear. Good luck with the crime scene though, we couldn't find anything."​

Gem would huff, she had planned to hand over the information she had gathered to the authorities, but now... there was no way she was going to. They could do the hard work which would get harder by the moment as the scene would self contaminate and time acted upon the bodies, prints and the like. So she would move to catch up with Frank as he began to move away, casting aside the bottle as the agents called out behind him. Gem didn't like the thought of being at odds with the law, but there was little she could do about it in the mean time. Her eyes were set on the Back of Frank as they began to move away, catching up with a couple of spry steps as the two of them would lead from here. Their target had likely already caught their ride off-world...​

"Hanoon sounds like a hell of a place." She would answer, plotting down the location as she would begin to inwardly chart a course there, the F-22 should be able to get by, she had a rep as a bounty hunter, thankfully, as the agents here pointed out, their reputation wasn't always stellar with the law. It was never hard to walk into places as a bounty hunter, as those who existed within criminal circles walking freely were often the headhunters hired on by the likes of the Hutts to enforce the rule of their cartels. While ones like her, worked outside of the law as independant contractors, generally despising the nature of the first. Thankfully, there was no way to identify a person as one or the other. Simply confidence, in the fact you're meant to be somewhere was good enough. But then Frank posed the question. ​

"Well..." Gem would begin, fidgeting with something in one of her pockets as she took a deep breath, shielding herself for the confrontation that could potentially come from this. "T-that entirely depends, on what those Agents were talking about back there. We, i mean well, I can't trust someone if there's something I should know about hanging over their head, whatever that was back there I almost got dragged into, so, I want to hear the details if there's even the slightest chance I could get dragged into it again." Gem would finish, almost shaking. Her body had the muscle memory to remember what quivering was, the feeling of an adrenal response pumping through her body. The fact that one didn't occur almost felt worse. The nightmare that was the expectations of biology replaced with the ever present mechanical constant. But she would meet his eyes with hers, studying, looking for lies or deception across his face. Somehow she doubted he was any good at it. But, finally, she would toss over the second bottle she promised.​

It was time to hear Frank Hamish 's Story​

 

[Frank Hamish]

Equipment: TDW Gen 3 Armor, L-7 pistol, two flashbangs
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1
Location: Planet Ukio, major starport slums area, Warehouse

Frank would take another drag on the cigar as G3M caught up to him, his mind being numbed to the aches and pains of his body thanks to how drunk he was on top of the various chems from the cigar entering his blood stream. It was the one release that kept him holding onto whatever sanity he had left. The CIS Marshalls that had shown up really dredged up something that he wished he could forget. Something he'd always have hanging over his head. Something that would never truly go away as much as he wished, drank, or smoked. And her reply to his question with her own, was something to be expected. He would catch the bottle with a single hand, looking at the label and shaking his head as he just held it not even bothering with the cap. She wanted to know. Apparently had to know. He sighed as he looked skyward. Looking at the beautiful stars, how they twinkled in the night, how he used to look at them with such wonder and ignorant bliss. Now they mocked him.

"I uh..... how to put this?" He started, scratching his head.

"I shot six cops, two marshals, and about twenty perps dead in a two hour long fire fight behind a precinct," he stated bluntly, deciding that to get the worst out of the way at first would probably be best.

"The two marshals, were my closest friends on the force. Men I believed were above reproach. Men I had faith in that regardless of what happened that they would have my back. That I could trust these men. But nobody's perfect," He paused as he looked at the bottle again, wanting to drink the memories away once more, but knowing that it didn't matter how much he drank.

"It started, as a simple kidnapping case. My partner and I traced back to a sentient trafficking ring based on Hanoon. That's how I met Fingers, how I know about the place. It was supposed to be a simple information gathering run. And it was until my and my partner's covers were leaked. We found out that a Hutt was behind the trafficking, a pretty powerful one at that which didn't like people digging into his business. My partner was a brand new kid on the force, maybe twenty four, fresh out of the CAF with that star struck look in his eyes. 'Gonna make the galaxy a better place' and all that. And they gutted him right in front of me before pasting his head against a wall with a shotgun,"

Frank's hand started shaking with a bottle. He could still smell the aroma of blood and gore, carbon, ozone from the scattergun, everything as it happened in front of him. He could hear the screams, the pleads for mercy. He could hear the god forsaken Hutt laughing at them.

"They did it to prove a point to me, before they tried to buy me out too. They threw me in a cell to think it over. When I busted out, I shot my way out of that kark hole and started investigating as to the leak. Found a transmission log that was deleted, but it came from their commlinks to the location I was at. After killing, torturing, and otherwise beating the information I needed to figure out who had named us I found out it was those two Marshals, people I had called my friends. And I was so far off the reservation that I didn't care anymore about the law. I didn't care that I was supposed to be the upholder of justice, a beacon of righteousness. I wanted them dead," He paused as he used his teeth to yank the cork out of the whiskey bottle, spitting it out and taking a swig with the cigar still hanging out of his mouth. He was gonna need to be a lot more loaded to not break down in front of this kid. After the swig he another deep drag, finally taking out the cigar with the hand still holding the bottle and holding his breath for a three count before exhaling the smoke.

"I caught them dead to rights behind the bloody precinct having a meeting like chums. The two of them with six local LEOs backing 'em, and another five or so crooks who were dropping off payments that night. So I started killing 'em. All of them. Even blew up the speeder the karkholes showed up in for good measure and to kill a few of them outright. And by the time the rest of the cops showed up, I had the last two dead to rights. They were defenseless, unarmed, and they had finally surrendered. But I figured what's two more dirt bags six feet under? I was already this far, no sense in giving them a chance to just roam free and do it again. So I killed them too," He sighed as he finally wrapped it up.

"In the end, after the investigation Internal Affairs decided that I had a psychotic break, and was unfit for duty because of alcohol and drug abuse. They could have taken me to trial but that would have aired out that two of theirs were dirty, alongside a number of local cops. That and a little planted coke was enough for them to force retirement. None of them will know the real story. None of 'em care and they shouldn't. Being a marshal means something. We have rules. We have standards. We have lines that you do not cross because you're to protect and serve. When I was finished it was easier to count the laws I hadn't broken than the ones I had. And it doesn't matter to them because you're supposed to be better and until then I was,"

He reached up with the cigar and put it back in his mouth, chewing on the end a little as he took another drag. She knew his dirty little secret. She knew of his demons. She know would know why he didn't bother replying to the two Marshals that had berated him. It was because he knew that they weren't wrong, he'd royally screwed up. That he had no right to defend himself against those claims. He took one last drag on the cigar before speaking again, letting the chems in his blood stream numb the pain as much as possible before speaking again.

"So. You know my story kid. Happy?"

 

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

The story was rough but Gem couldn't see any falsification in his voice, although the tale was emotional, it didn't alter in any way more than normal through his concentration on his words. When a person lies drunk they tend to slur less, think about the specifics of their wording more, over enunciate their words as they continue. But Frank Hamish retold the story like an old sad memory, sombre and painful. With heart rhythms within acceptable ranges for a trauma reaction there was really nothing else that could be said. Gem believed the story wholeheartedly, though the conclusion that Frank drew from the ending of the story she didn't quite comprehend. the people he had been dealing with were Hutts, corrupt police officers who had likely killed, released killers, looked the other way as innocent people were massacred, enslaved and worse daily... If G3 were in control, dealing with them in that manner would have been exactly what she would have done. ​

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"I see... ... ... I'm uh, well..." Gem struggled to find words to approach the story, everything welling up memories of her own crew as her facial features would drop, her eyes would lower as her shoulders would droop. "That's awful... But, yaknow? I don't think I would have done any different. Maybe because you're a Marshal it's a little different. But, when you're dealing with the Hutts, they have the law on their side, because they make it. The fact of it all, is that you likely ended the Hutt Reign in that precinct, maybe even in that system. The guys back there said that internal affairs only got serious after your case, right? With that many eyes on the Marshals, the Hutts can't have that hold anymore. It was a sacrifice play, but, I think you did something that not many others would have made. Even if at the time your actions were more just out of anger..." Gem didn't want to assume much, but she felt that way more and more often recently. ​

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"The people I'm after are Crymorah, so not too different than the Hutts, different specialties, same gist. But, i've been working my ass off to tear their organization apart as much as I can. W-we... well, I had a crew little ways back, we took down some gun runners, turned out they were much bigger fish than we could possibly be ready for. We were young, green but with a lot of talent. I plan to erase that organization from history..." Gem would seethe at the thought of her targets, this mission would give her both the funding, and perhaps even information on where key targets of the organization were. She'd already knocked on their front doors at Abraxas, but she needed to find a route to the coup de grace that she was looking for.​

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Whichever way you cut it, it was time to move on. "You know this place, Hanoon, right? Lets hit it together, I have a nice ship and a rep we can use, what else do you know about the place? Besides, if push comes to shove." She would say giving Frank a light nudge in the shoulder with a balled fist. "I'll protect you." A coy smile would cross her face, giving Frank a wink as she would try to lighten the mood with the absurdity of the almost 5'8" slender girl offering to protect the heavily armoured former marshal. But, if he accepted she would begin to start heading for the space port she landed in a couple of days ago. It was her destination either way, but she figured they would be able to walk and talk about their plans for the place. ​

But Gem was thinking, if the boy they were after was able to drum up that kind of offensive power, she really didn't want someone like Frank taking him on alone. He'd already been beaten up once by Aiden, in armour no less. He seemed as strong as Gem, if not stronger depending on the augments he had. Gem was probably made of the best that locke and Key had to offer, she was likely the most advanced cyborg the company had made in recent history, but... that didn't mean that there weren't other companies out there that couldn't do better. Mandal Motors' structural tech put her durability to shame, strength without durability is a dangerous thing. Gem could punch harder than almost any species on two legs, but if what she hit didn't give she could do herself a lot of damage. If this was going to come to a fight, she had to measure the feats of her opponent. The steel reinforced doors were crushed inwards, did the kid use crush-gaunts in those arms? If he did, they could be a big damn problem...​

 

[Frank Hamish]

Equipment: TDW Gen 3 Armor, L-7 pistol, two flashbangs
Tags: G 3 M 1 N 1
Location: Planet Ukio, heading back to star port

Frank would listen to G3M's response to his actions, noting that while she was correct about one thing there was something that one couldn't understand without having been a Marshal. There was an oath that was taken upon entry into the Marshal service, an oath that each and every member was to take seriously. Seriously enough that Frank's partner was prepared to die for it, and that Frank murdered the men who had violated it. It was an oath to always uphold the law, to serve and protect, to be a protector of society. Bounty hunters wouldn't know of that kind of commitment because they didn't usually care who paid, so long as they did. Nor would they have to commit to situations that were life threatening or without the possibility of having overwhelming odds in your favor. It was a similar mentality of fire fighters, willingly running into burning buildings to combat threats and save lives, except for Marshals it was the criminal underworld they fought. To operate like they did, they had to have the utmost trust of the people. Which was something Frank absolutely violated when he went on his personal crusade. Frank's eyes would perk up as the kid mentioned Crymorah. Those cats were some of the most uncivilized crews he'd had the displeasure of dealing with, having put more than a few away for multiple life sentences. He would speak up about them.

"You certainly know how to pick 'em kid, I've had more than a few tangles with 'em. Unfortunately with groups like that you'd have to burn it to the ground from the inside, and even we couldn't do that," He spoke referring to the Marshals of course. That syndicate was one noted because like a many headed hydra, there were many who claimed to be the "head" of the Crymorah crime syndicate. Which was why it was particularly difficult to take them down, because when one of the many fell, the others would just rush in to fill the vacuum. Certainly a tall order to be sure, maybe this kid was worth following around to keep her in one piece?

"Sounds like a plan," Frank replied a little light heartedly, looking at the much smaller figure as she tapped him with her fist. He certainly wasn't the kind of person that you tried to protect, thinking to himself. But if someone thought he was worth keeping around no point in leaving. He walked towards the star port with this smaller hand in tow as he let his mind wander.

"So what's this ship you got?" He asked a bit inquisitively. "I mean I got an old light freighter I picked up while I was a Marshal, and while she ain't the prettiest ship around she's tough where it counts. Pretty spartan though,"

 

[G 3 M 1 N 1]

Gem felt like she wanted to retreat, to pull away, sink into the pits that was the veil behind G3, however something about a degree of shared kinship that Frank provided was something that she sorely needed. He was old, grizzled and bitter. But he was a shining beacon of what could happen if she simply kept allowing herself to reel back into herself. She was going to be a little more confident for now on... at least she was going to try. the thought of getting the bastards from the inside was something Gem hadn't thought of, it was a decent idea, but the fact that Frank and his agency had come into contact with Crymorah before didn't exactly surprise her. They were large, and as big of a problem as the Hutts, at least when they were having a bad day. ​

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"Yeah, it was a bad day... well, its been bad days since." She would utter as they would arrive at the space port, moving by a panel there was a matte black on metallic black F-22 Star Raptor docked repaired and armed. She would point a finger towards it without much of a word at first, smiling a little at the thought that she at least had a little bit of firepower, though it wasn't very subtle. One of the few gifts she'd managed to procure for herself along the way with one of her more decent payouts. She was told that driving these things was basically impossible for organics, so in a sense it was as if the chaotic machine was born for her. Opening her mouth to speak, as she did there would be a small amount of pride in her voice as she began to talk about her ship. ​

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"I call her the Kestrel, F-22 Star Raptor has 4 M2 Machine Guns with a point defense rotating blaster cannon and a couple of EM tracking concussion missiles... just in case. Because you never know when you need to knock out something big and important... It's not very subtle though... Will it fit in your ship?" ​

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Gem would almost laugh at the thought, but getting blasted out of the air wasn't something she hoped to do in her spare time. Hanoon sounded like the wild west, so she doubted that ships like this were uncommon there. However, it was CIS tech... there was no denying that, it would create a series of awkward questions to simply fly it into the midst of a criminal empire. Although, if Aiden were to hold pattern, all of Hanoon would be a massacre sight by the time they arrived. ​

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"In any-case, we'd better get a move on, we should probably try to get there before they're mopping up half of Hanoon from the floors."​

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However they decided to orchestrate their vessels, aboard the Kestrel, Franks ship or if she was able to dock hers in the stow of his they would soon be on track for their destination. Flitting through the verse faster than light with one of the most unlikely of allies. G3, submitting report after report electronicly, warnings of Frank linking association to Hanoon. He'd almost gotten them in trouble with the law, with Marshals men who were supposed to be his friends once. They had a code they operated under. If people here knew Frank... they would be enemies, and everything was about to hit the fan in the worst possible way... ​

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-fin​

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Frank Hamish ​