Getting Lost (intro)

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Juniper Le Fey"] [member="Cobalt"]

Jaster was entertained. Both these fine worriers could dispatch him and his men at the twitch of a finger. Jaster held his Mandilorian Rum and took a large gulp from the bottle, 'better to be drunk when pride is swallowed.'

Standing tall and making his shadow stretch far. Jaster inquired, "unless u can boil more en as they storm that door Ild stop acting so cocky, if I wanted to kill you, I would have." Jaster said the truth, twenty men outside waiting for a call from there caption and fifty more at the starport mear blocks away. All not virgins to the smell of burnt flesh and spattered blood. "I'm a healer, I only want my medical supplies back, tell me where they are or by all of the heavens and hells the local governments and police will be the least of your worried, you steal medical supplies meant for refugees, what cowards steal from people who have everything already stolen." Jaster anger turned to furry, he took his job as quartermaster very serious in these matters, and he was very much adamant about it, "For the love of it all, if it's credits you require I'll pay double what the damn supplies are worth." He figured this was better then loosing good men over, he had the spare credits after his last job.

 

[Juniper Le Fey]

At this point, Juniper was regretting not finishing the flask herself. What supplies was he talking about? Was this Cobalt some sort of thief? She figured who was she to judge, but still she didn’t like being cataloged under ‘collateral damage’ or ‘accessory to a crime’. She turned her black leather boots slightly to face the Cernun. “You better not get me killed.”

This medicine that was stolen was likely going to be sold on the black market anyway so she didn’t quite care what happened to it. The Mandalorians were sometimes just as corrupt as the thieves.

[member="Cobalt"]

 

[Cobalt]

Cobalt smiled over his shoulder at Juniper, and then turned a look of utter loathing on the Mandalorian. There was the obvious card, the one he hadn't wanted to pull, and the one that always made him feel like a rich brat playing with his parents' titles. Of course, this wasn't the case, as he was playing with his title. He pulled the badge with his royal arms on it, and very calmly flipped his finger at Jaster.

"I haven't got your bloody supplies. I'll tell you what I have got. Diplomatic frakking immunity. So, screw off and never find yourself within reach of my sword again."

[member="Juniper Le Fey"] @Jaster of clan Awaud

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Juniper Le Fey"] [member="Cobalt"]

Jaster loved when they squirmed. Jaster was excluded from most laws, he placed his hand on the Cernun shoulder, he felt his armor heat as the man did not like to be touched. "My faction is immune to all diplomacy, my job is to push every button, pay any amount for these supplies." He waved his men to put there weapons down, he put a data pad on the table and lifted his melting glove of the mans shoulder, "Ma'am I didn't get your name for a good reason, I'm willing to pay $50,000 to each of you to get my supplies back, that's three times as much as they are worth," he pointed at the data pad, "there a transfer for 20,000 in good will, fine me the rest and you both will receave your ransom.

Jaster finished the bottle of Mandilorian Rum and throw the bottle at the wall, he knew this Cernun wasn't the one he was looking for, but there aren't a lot in the galaxy and one is bound to know another. These supplies were not to be lost, Kolto and Bota were difficult to come by now. His job and lively hood was on the hood, worth any amount to him. "Take it or leave it, boss" Jaster took his helmet and put it on, waiting for there answer.

 

[Cobalt]

"Get out of my face, Sithspit."

Cobalt's look of total loathing was directed from the man's face, to his hand on the regent's shoulder. He grabbed Jaster's wrist, superheating the metal of his glove to the point where it would probably leave a permanent metallic sheathe around the Mandalorian's hand.

"I didn't want to play this card, but I am."

The Cernun regent hit the comm on his collar, connecting to the captain of his guard, standing on top of a nearby building with his men.

"Cap, you see those Mandos outside the bar?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Arrest 'em. They resist, show them how well your sword cuts metal."

"As you say."

Cobalt's eyebrow shot up as he looked back to the Mandalorian whose hand he was probably broiling right now. He let go of the gloved hand.

"I catch you doing anything like this again, your glove won't be the only thing melting."

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud "] [member="Juniper Le Fey"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Cobalt"] [member="Juniper Le Fey"]

Jaster felt the head from his glove rise, he enjoyed the Cernun attempt in threatening. He knew the mystical powers his race could do, but his armor could withstand the worse blaster blast. This was a mear sunburn but Jaster moved his hand none the less. He waved his men to help deal with the new threat outside, he figured they were at there limit of his presence. "Take my money, find my supplies, contact the message in the datapad when it's done, or not, 20,000 credits is more of an apologies and nothing to me." Jaster starts to walk away from cobalt and walks up the Juniper. "I'm sorry ma'am, I hope we weren't an inconvenience to you." He placed the Corellian Brandy on the table in front of her.

Jaster walked to the door, 'I'm bound to get a blaster in the back for that' he though, this my him even happier at the events. He waved at Cobalt as he left the bar with one hand and holding his blaster pistol in the other changing the settings. "I'll be sure to only knock out your 'Gaurds', hope to see you again Rancor Breath."

 

[Juniper Le Fey]

The entire time the two men were going about their pissing contest, Juniper was doing the only thing she thought would be helpful. She attempted to spot an exit in case one or more of the brutes decided to jump before their master gave them permission. There was an emergency exit behind the bar, which seemed backwards considering that’s where the most flammable items were. Aside from that there was the main door and a giant window on the other side behind Juniper. It would be a longshot to get to any of them if push came to shove but she would do what she could.

The other part of her preparation was to use the distraction to get some extra credits. The casual thief Juniper prided herself on being was able to snag the wallet of the guy next to her without him noticing. His eyes fixed on the ticking frag grenade that was the two men’s situation. It was nice to see that the patrons were as dumb on Zeltros as they were on every other planet. At least the one next to her and for now that’s all she needed. She would take the galaxy one glazed over drunk fool at a time.

When the situation was finally over and the Mandalorian soldier put a bottle of Corellian whiskey on the counter to try to make amends she wasn’t sure if she was more relieved it was over, or disgusted he tried to buy her with a bottle of booze. Juniper Le Fey had the ability to put a bullet straight through his head. If she wanted to she could have drawn her weapon and shot it before any of his guards would have reacted. The only thing stopping her was knowing when they did react it would be the end of her. Instead she did what any drunk person with a bottle of booze did when they were mad.

“EAT IT, JACKASS!” She chucked the bottle at him. If she had aimed a little to the left she would have hit him square in the back of the head, instead the bottle smashed against the door next to him. The Corellian brew likely splashed him in the face and if the freelancer was lucky she got some in his eye.

“We’re still gonna find that medicine, though. I just hate that guy.” She said under her breath to Cobalt. The girl needed the money after all. She needed to get away from situations like this as soon as possible.

[member="Cobalt"] @Jaster of clan Awaud

 

[Cobalt]

Cobalt gave Juniper a slightly pained look, and then rolled his eyes and nodded towards the receding Mando's back. The man was going to get a nasty surprise if he thought twenty Mandalorians of any caliber a minor clan could possibly bring were going to stop twice that many Cernun commandos.

"You know, I wish I'd grabbed that guy's face instead of his arm. Would have rid myself of an interesting problem... permanently."

With that, he silently went back to his drink. His mind was toying with the idea of simply hiring the woman himself, just to spite the annoying armored man and his organization. Of course, his job would basically just be a pretext for giving her the money. Finally, he looked at her, grinning.

"How does cash and a free ride to anywhere sound in exchange for not doing the job? Your, uh, meal ticket is going to be in my brig for a while, most likely. Might be nice to find out who told him I was here."

[member="Juniper Le Fey"] [member='Jaster of clan Awaud']

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster enjoyed a good fight, twenty well trained mariens seemed unfair to the Gaurds. Jaster pulled out a stun baton in complement of his blaster (set to stun), 'A Mandalorians promise well outwayed giving up there advantage.' The crew and Jaster stood outside the bar face an uncountable amount of armed men. Jaster got in his fighting stance, just as he crouched into position red dots appeared over his armor. Mandalorian Sniper Rifle from the distance of them, and if they were really professionals. He was a decedent of Mand'alor the Uniter, his training was well ready for this.

He opened a personal shield and charged the enemy. Fire from their weapons were depleting his energy, looking back out the corner of his eye his men charged with him. Two fell from enemy fire, still alive and regaining footing. He looked for the enemy leader, couldn't find him so Jaster did the next best thing. Using his shield to throw the nearest enemy off his feet and sticking the stun baton between and enemy's armor plate to knock him out for good.

This engagement of the two forces ended with a 5-6 marines dead, quite a few guards knocked out, Mandalorians marines being surrounded, and Jaster on his butt while five guards held him down. Just in the nick of time the planets police force showed up. The lead police droid brought at least a battalion of officers to break the situation up. One of the guards in dressy armor walked up to the police droid saying the situation was under another planets jurisdiction. Jaster used the chance to place the stun baton between the guards butt plate and leg armor to zap his butt.

Jaster stood up holding three of the five guards along with him. "Sorry, 50-2334, I was just playing with my new friends, tell the minister that the supplies are unloaded and ready for pick up at space port, ummm, alpha 0-6 I think?"

The droid looked at the mess that was in front of him, "Roger, Roger, request assistance, question?" Gods Jaster hated the monotone voice of a droid.

"No 50-2334, I was just about to leave." The droid waited around none the less. "You must be the captain of this fine men," Jaster pointed out the man in the dressy armor, "they are good but I have to go, tell your boss while I'm on bussness, I always have diplomatic protection, I save lives after all." Jaster winked and told his men to collect the dead and move out. The police droids watched every action that occurred after that until the mandalorian moved out.

 

[Juniper Le Fey]

Juniper heard the scuffle outside. It freaked out the patrons in the bar too. People strted to grab their weapons in preparation of whatever was happening out there making its way indoors. The trio had caused quite a commotion afterall and everyone in there knew what was happening outside was a direct result of that.

"I'd say anywhere is better than here right about now." She looked the man right in the eyes. "But that being said, I was just about to go to my locker in the spaceport and grab a change of clothes before actually hitting the clubs on this planet." The lady grabbed her Tatooine Sunrise the bartender brought her way and drank it quickly. "So unless you got something better than that..." Juniper placed the empty cocktail glass on the table. "I'll probably be at Club Vyse."

[member="Cobalt"]