Heavy Lifting

[Dax Perl]

Dax entered and greeted the man, offering his hand, "What's your name?" he asked quizzically. He didn't quite trust the man yet. He understood why the Info Broker needed him, and killing him for no reason was for bad for business. But this man was an unknown

[member="Reen Lorgon"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Reen Lorgon"] [member="Dax Fyre"]

Tydus looked at the two that followed him to the Cargo Room, and he needed to share a little info before they set off, "Nice to see you two getting along so far, but now that we had our little fun, let's get down to business," He pulled out a hand held holo-projector, when he pressed a button on the side, a planet appeared. The blue haz made it difficult to see the details of the planet, but there was a station orbiting the planet and three large dark spots maked along the surface. "This is Conglomerate Prime, a corporate planet ran by the third largest trading company in the galaxy, The Trade Conglomerate, they mostly have dealing in the Unknown Region and Fringe Territories and are mostly a dying comapany, the planets security is lax, so getting on the planet is easy, I got papers and IFF codes stating we are a Conglomerate Freelancer Trade Ship, so we are all good on that front,

The Holo zoomed in on the Space Station orbiting the planet, "This is where the warehouse is located, Conglomerate Police don't patrol the station often so it's the best hiding spot for my cargo, we get in there and figure out who took my Stuff."

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax took in all that was said by Clank's briefing, all the while examining the holo projection. "I know you said it was only a few droids that broke in. But isn't it possible that whoever took your stuff beefed up security? Got better arms, set up auto-defenses, etc?"

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[Jaster Awaud]

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He looked at his Jedi Friend, "That is why we are leaving now, they'd need at lease a few days to get weapons past security unless they had that stuff already on the station, breaking the firewall to the hanger bay door would also need time, so the quicker we are, the less resistance we face."

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax nodded. He was ready for whatever would come.

(Sorry short post)

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Dax Fyre"] @Reed Lorgon

"Well is there's no Question, I suggest we get a move on." He then jumped off his butt and moved to the cockpit.

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax nodded and sat down in the captains chair. Putting his hand on the throttle he flipped a switch, priming the engines. Suddenly the craft came to life, the engines purring with power. Closing the ramp, the corvette began to ascend, and then taxi into the outgoing lanes. Prepping the hyperdrive he turned to his mechanized companion, "Mind finish punching in the coordinates?" he asked.

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[Jaster Awaud]

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Tydus walked to the control panel, he enjoyed flying but it was always a little stressful before jumping to hyperspace. He punched in the codes and set the coordinates in the computer. He then sat down in the back seat as the captain was about to punch it.



Later out of Hyperspace:

Exiting Hyperspace, they overlooked a planet. The sea was a light blue-green, almost blending in with the surrounding beachs, and forest. Three dark blops took over large spaces of the planet, but all the ships in orbit where only heading to one of them. That was the main city, and capital. It also hosted the HQ for the Trade Conglomerate, the corporate dictator of the planet, and it's soul founder and creator. With holding in the Unknown Region, it had been loosing money at an alarming rate. Still the companies desperately were making a decent about, and where able to survive, keeping the planet still bustling. Ships of older design and even some strange ships flew past the ship he was on. Then on the Comm, a voice came over the speaker, "This is TC Watch Tower Echo, please relay your IFF codes and papers for proper landing procedures." It was a males voice, but the man sounded half dead.

Tydus send the codes and the fake paper, and messing with his faceplate his voice went from a mech tone, to a low tone, and then having an accent. He finally got it to speak in an Outer Rim Accent, "Well how'de Watch Tower, this is Morning Dawn, we have cargo that need storing at Space Station Alpha, Warehouse 3224, paperwork should be on its way."

There was a long pause, then a sigh came over the speaker, "Another one of you Outer Rim folk, why can't I get a.... Your cleared Morning Dawn.... Stupid na-"

Tydus then pointed out where to land and put his butt back in the seat he was sitting in.

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax guided the Corvette to the landing pad, quietly maneuvering the hulking piece of space metal into position. The blue tinged force field passed over their craft, gravity beginning to take hold, Dax engaged the vertical thrusters, slwoly lowering the ship to the griund, the landing gear compressing as they take on the weight of the Corvette. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying Air Jedi."

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[Reen Lorgon]

"You keep this rust bucket pretty damn clean." Reen says, after wondering the ship for a bit. Seeing that they landed, he went to the cockpit.

"You give me time, and I'll make sure that the law is off our backs. And the name is Reen Lorgon."

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[Jaster Awaud]

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Tydus looked at Dax, "Funny Jedi, Funny." He walked down to the hanger down the ramp, this was a backup warehouse where he stored illegal goods. There were currently crates of spice and deathsticks, around a million credits worth of drugs at most. He moved them around so they could get to the door.

As he moved the last box he looked back at the men he was with, "Well after this door we got no way back, so if you need any supplies, I'd suggest you finish it now."

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax checked his blaster and decided it had a satisfactory amount of bolts left. Unhooking his lightsaber, he ignited the yellow blade. "Lets go."

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[Reen Lorgon]

Reen met the two at the door, datapad in hand. He quickly typed into it, before switching on his comms.

"Glee, I need you to get in contact with Davidson, need the law of my back. Get that done and I'll sort you out with an oil bath when I get back."

He then looked to the other two.

"Alright then. A fish man, a space wizard, and a tool box walk into a warehouse..."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

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"Ok let's get this strait, I'm not a Dro-" Just as he spoke, there was a voice on the other side of the door.

"You hear the Viceroy is back? Looks like the Conglomerates gana make a come back." Footsteps continued down the hall until they vanished. Tydus looked at the other two, realizing what they thought didn't matter, he needed to hurry up before another patrol passed. If he remembered correctly it would be another 4 hours, so they should be good. Thank god for budget cuts.

"Let's go then, next patrols in a few hours, so let's not waist time." He opened the door to a odd looking corridor, the walls were not a steel or white color like other stations, but a odd purple. The hallways were in a oval shape then the normal square hallways. Everything was more sleek and well rounded, but also purple. They continued down the hallway, a few deckhands and other merchants passed them, but they payed them little mind. Moving on they entered a small Bazaar, where merchants tried to sell their wears and guards were patting down people. Still for the amount of people there, there were only 3 or 4 guards for the whole floor. Lightly guarded was an understatement.

 

[Dax Perl]

"What in the galaxy is up with the walls here? And the color scheme?" Dax asked. He had found the whole thing quite bizarre. Not to mention the lack of security. "I can see why you chose this planet."

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[Jaster Awaud]

Tydus looked at his Jedi friend, [member="Dax Fyre"] and his new smuggling counterpart, [member="Reen Lorgon"]. "From the stories I've heard the station was actually build by an ancient space civilization, years before the Galactic Civil War. They were isolationist, so the people of the planet enjoyed the elegant style, as for the purple, highly concentrated Phrik, or at least I'm told," He tapped on one of the walls before continuing to walk. "As for the guards, this is a trade station, so it's kinda outside ordinary law and as long as it makes money for the Conglomerate, they look the other way, plus the planet is more of their pride and joy anyways."

He continued to walk on through the bazaar. Stopping for a second in front of a guard, with a nod, the officer moved aside and they went on their way.

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax followed, "Phrik? Why would they need to make the hallways out of phrik? he asked.

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[Jaster Awaud]

He looked at the Jedi, [member="Dax Fyre"], again. "To be honest I think its a bunch of Bantha Bull, But if you went to the serface and faced off with a Droizer, then you might think it might be possible."

Tydus got to the edge of the Bazaar and looked down to hallways, almost lost. "It was.... this way." He thought to himself as he went down the right hallway.

 

[Dax Perl]

"The frak is a Droizer?" asked Dax, "Actually, better question...you don't have one of these Droizers locked up in your warehouse or anything do you?.

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[Jaster Awaud]

Tydus looked around the Hallway looking for the warehouse. "Droizers are sentient droids created also by the previouse civilization of the planet, the droizers killed their makers and once ruled the planet, at least till the Viceroy took over the planet. Ive personally never seen one, so no I dont have one store up."

He continued to walk down the hallway.

[member="Dax Fyre"]