Jet Set (semi open)

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee need some plasma jets company and emp charges, to make anti matter explosives. The problem was, the company that made the jets, which also sold emp charges, was based on the republic boarder. She need to get in get out with minimum of fuss, so she got the new sith intelligence service. To give a fake id, she got herself a basic business suit. Nothing fancy, as she did not want to draw attention to herself. She also brought a freighter, from the open market so it had no special affiliation.

Then with a small crew she head of to roche astroid field, their she planed to meet with representative of the Slayn & Korpil She was wearing a hat with small veil, and make up, and had tanned her skin. So she would not be easily recognized, by anyone who has met her before.

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[VlPER]

In the quiet of space, drifted the countless number of small celestial bodies. Some rocks no bigger than your fist, while others larger than space stations. It was among this huge mess of floating chucks of rock, that a small freighter silently ghosted through. The ship was Quasar's Light. And on board carried the last remnants of the Kelloch family. Calhoun, the father, sat in the weapons chair. Alana, his faithful loving wife, sat in the navigation and communications seat. Their son, Malcom, concentrated strongly on steering their vessel through the dangerous passage that went through the asteroid belt.

They had been flying for weeks now in an attempt to evade some unsavory types who had been out kill them, after they played a role in foiling a small raid on their home planet of Naboo. Time and time again, when they thought they had given these pirates the slip, they appeared again. Doggedly pursuing them in revenge for their lost comrades and ability to operate effectively in that sector. It was during this trip, that as a family, it was decided they would take Malcom to the Republic and handed over to the Jedi....if they would take him. It was felt that was the only way at least he could be kept safe, and out of immediate danger. Though it would be a safer bet to say it was only Calhoun and Alana who had agreed to this. Malcom did not want to leave what family he had left. At the same point in the back of his mind, he wondered if he agreed to join the Jedi, could his parents be afforded some protection? He wasn't sure. But it was the only thought that was allowing him to begrudgingly go along with this plan so far.

A quick blip on the navi computer, and Alana announced sighting the primary verpine colony in the Roche system. The one that house the main corporate office of the Slayn & Korpil Corporation. A slight nod from Malcom brought about a small change in course as the new coordinates were relayed to him. Making sure to give a wide berth to the massive mining ships also floating through the field, he couldn't help but gaze at the size of them. Sure, there were plenty of ships bigger than these fairly harmless vessels. But it was still impressive to see them so effortlessly making their way through the jumble of rocks despite their size.

It didn't take too much longer, and the colony soon found a small freighter making landfall in one of the docking bays.

"So...you think we lost 'em this time?" Malcom asked doubtfully, as he finally relaxed in his pilots chair. A quick snort of disgust came from Calhoun. "I doubt it. Hopefully with all the Mando's AND Republic forces in the area guarding all these mining vessels and such, we can buy some time....but somehow they seem to keep picking up our trail. It's almost like they got a tracker on us. But I already checked the hull for bugs...I didn't see anything."

Malcom got up from his seat and sighed heavily as he walked past them and out of the cockpit. "So I guess it's keep on running."

As sad look fell across his mothers face as she looked after his departing form. "Where are you going dear?"

"Just going to hit one of the local cantinas for a quick drink. I need off this ship for a bit." He paused and turned around to face her. Allowing a small smile to form, he added. "Don't worry. I won't be long. And I'll be careful." With that said. Malcom left.

"He'll be fine. Just needs to cool off. He knows what we're doing is the right call." Came the hushed comment to Alana.

A frown wrinkled her brow as she shot an annoyed look Calhoun's way. "I doubt that. He's too stubborn. I blame you...get's it from your side of the family. He'd rather just fight it out."

Calhoun gave a tired half hearted chuckle. "Aye, he is that." Leaving his own chair, he walked over to Alana and placed his hands on her shoulders, messaging them gently. "Don't you worry though darling. We'll get him to safety. Then we can deal with them ourselves....or at least lead them far enough away so that they will never be able to find him again."

A small tear trickled down her face as she softly reached for his one hand, and rested her head on the other. "I know..."

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Noticing the sign for one of the local cantinas, Malcom let loose a sigh of relief and muttered to himself. "Thank god." Making his way in through the door, he paused to take stock of everyone in the establishment. Fancy business people from the looks of it. He supposed this was where the more high to do liked to hang out. He didn't care. All he wanted was a drink. As he made his way to the bar, he couldn't help but notice how a few people gave him less than complimentary looks. Apparently, his more traditional pilot or freighter outfit was unbecoming. "Snobs." He thought to himself as he plopped himself into a chair.

"What'll it be friend?" Came the cheery query from the barkeep opposite of him. A quick grin flash across Malcom's face as he replied. "A reactor core please. Thanks."

It didn't take long for the barkeep to bring the order, and Malcom soon found himself enjoying the strong taste of his favorite drink.

 

[Darth Banshee]

She finally arrived on the space station where Slayn & korpil where based. Though at the moment, their offices where closed. She had to wait till tomorrow for them to open. She looked around and saw a bar, it had hotel area as well. She decided to book herself a room their and get a drink, she had republic credits on her. As she stole a lot when she first took over coruscant.

What rooms are available, She asked the desk clerk. Who replied We have few first class rooms available on top floor, and a couple second class rooms left if you want.

I will take the first class, please. She then handed over her credit chip, and signed the register Sabrina Latassie. She liked that bit her alias as sound like her true second name. So it was easier to remember.

She then made her way to bar and sat down, and order a drink of red wine. She saw Jedi their, which thought was weird. she figured with the war they be all concentrating on the core worlds not on secure boarder. Especially since they where losing, the war.

[member="viper"]

 

[VlPER]

Viper took a large gulp of his drink and swallowed. Setting the cup down he savored the flavor and even the burn as the drink coursed down his throat. Letting out a small sigh, the pilot took another gaze around the room. Most seemed to pay him no mind now that he was here. A newcomer whom he had not notice enter the room however, seemed to have found himself semi interesting.

Politely, he flashed her a small smile, held his drink to her for a moment, and took a sip. "Ma'am." He greeted simply, before returning to his own thoughts. Viper began to ponder why in the galaxy they didn't just fight these pirates. They had done it once before and won. Why not now? No instead he was supposed to abandon his family and join the Jedi. The whole situation, just made him fume. Grabbing his glass, he downed the strong drink and ordered another.

While he waited, Viper spun around in his chair to stair out to the main floor with all the people. One thing he was dang sure of. Once he was trained, those pirates had better hope they are either dead, or able stay hidden from him. Forcing the thoughts from his mind, he noticed the business looking woman who had stared at him earlier. She was beautiful. Her suit did her figure justice indeed. Averting his eyes before he too was caught staring, he smirked. Can't really think about that right now either. Got to stay focused, he convinced himself.

"Here you are sir." Came the cheerful call of the barkeep. "Thanks." Viper said mildly as he spun back around to retrieve the refill. As he did so, his vest parted back a bit to reveal not a lightsaber, but a simple blaster pistol.

[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

She took another look at the man, as she sipped her wine. He drew back his vest and she saw a blaster, well may be it was just a man. She was probably wrong about him being a Jedi. She was board, so she decide to strike conversation with him, as if she slipped up. It would not matter, she could use mind trick.

So what brings you to this rock? She asked in friendly manner, she was hoping to steer the question to war. To see how the other side thought it was going. Though she privy to the battle reports, it does not tell you if they broke the republic moral. So this little insight, might tell how long the war may drag on for. Though any hope of quick victory was know dashed, with omega protectorate and the mandalorains siding with the ailing republic.

[member="viper"]

 

[VlPER]

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="sabrina"]

Although she was probably more than likely able to sense how old he was based on how he carried himself or perhaps the simple amount of memories and feelings within. His outside physical appearance seem to indicate the exact opposite. For in fact he looked at best maybe a couple years older than she was. A fact that would be plain to her as he now turned toward her and studied her for a moment.

Remembering the question, an almost bitter smile appeared on his face. "Just passing through. Stopping only long enough to rest and refuel. Then pushing on into the Republic." He could feel something odd about this woman. He had no idea how, but something felt...off, or out of place.

"And you?" Viper asked casually, as he sipped at his second reactor core. "What brings you here? You live in the colony....or just on a business trip." Somehow he doubted she was here for pleasure. As he waited her response, he maintained a pleasant smile while he peered into her eyes seemingly looking for more clues.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Yes I am buying, mining equipment for start up company. She replied to the man, and then expanded her rational. Well with the war, metals plastoids, and other usable compounds have gone through the roof in price. So I am hoping to make some money doing some freelance mining, in uncontrolled regions of galaxy. The truth was, she need the plasma jets, to make anti-matter bombs. This would help the sith fleet, in using boarding parties on enemy vessels. As the other fleets still had an edge on theirs, mostly due to experience in naval warfare. As the one sith fleet, had raised the tech level bar since the outbreak of war. When they started their fleet was used in the era of the old republic, know a days they cutting edge. Their would not be another event like cardia, where the fleet was so inadequate they lost traction in the invasion, as soon as started.

She sipped her drink and asked the spacer, So who do you think will win the war?

[member="viper"]

 

[VlPER]

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="sabrina"]

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the reason for her being in the Roche system. A mining company in the wilds indeed. The very idea was laughable. She was no more a miner than he was Jawa. Everything about her screamed high society and power. Not entrepreneur and mining expert. From her very simple yet professional outfit which with that veil was meant to keep her identity somewhat under cover. "Odd." He thought. "Most business people want to be easily recognized, not hidden." To her posture. From her drink of choice..."Was that an Echani wine? Fancy." He thought momentarily to himself. To her rather bored look just a minute ago, despite being in an environment like this with all the business types. "And now.....that question.....interesting."

"Can't rightly say. Haven't much had the opportunity to keep track of it of late. Let me get back to you in a month or so. That's where I'm headed after all." He chuckled a bit before realizing he may have said too much. His laugh quickly subsided and he turned his gaze away. Choosing instead to take another large swig of his own drink. Having now recovered from his little blunder, he turned back to here and posed the same question back. "And you? Which side, you bettin' on?"

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="viper"]

The republic will rally in the end, it always does. She was lying their capital was almost surrounded, and the bureaucracy was stretched to braking point. It that line communications went, the republic would fall soon after. Though I hope to help by getting this business of the ground, and hiring a crew to do hands on stuff for me. Leaving me the paper work to do, and hopefully enough to make it worth while. She paused for moment, and then added I just hope they pull it together soon, especially after they lost alderaan. She was beginning to get hungry, and asked the man. Are you eating here?

 

[VlPER]

[member="Darth Banshee"]


"Well let's hope you're right about the Republic. Otherwise, it's probably an unhealthy decision to keep pushing towards it. Good luck with your mining operation too." A genuine warm smile was sent her way when she asked about food. "Well...I wasn't. But I see no reason why I couldn't."

He looked around and saw and empty booth toward the corner. Turning back toward the young woman, he politely held out his hand to help her up. "There's a booth over there in the corner. Shall we?"

As they walked, he pondered her business. What if he was wrong about her? He still doubted he was, but no sense missing a possible opportunity. "Hey if you ever need a freighter to move precious ore. Give me a shout. I actually specialize in moving valuable cargo discreetly. In fact, might we swap contact information?" He asked sincerely as he moved a chair out for her and sat down himself.

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="viper"]

She head over to the menu, with her new talking companion who she just met at the bar. She was not sure why she was bothering talking to him, but she was anyway. She took her seat, and then looked at the menu. She asked the freighter captain, Do you want anything, though I am paying. She did not want him to pay, as he may feel like she owed her some thing after that. Also she was going to hold this as a bit of an interview, as anything information she could gleam from him could be useful some else down the line.

 

[VlPER]

[member="Darth Banshee"]

Viper was slightly taken aback by her not answering his question at first. But her offer to pay for dinner soon had him brushing the thought aside. And of course, not knowing her reasoning behind her offer, he countered, "A man never lets the lady pay. I got it. Don't worry about it. After all. It's not often I get to enjoy dinner with one such as yourself." He gave a quick laugh. "Normally I just eat with my crew. I mean don't get me wrong, they're a good bunch. But sometimes it's nice to get out and enjoy someone else's company."

Viper was of course, oblivious to the dangerous company he was now keeping. As a result, he had no intention of holding the meal over her head later, since he very much doubted he'd ever see her again anyway. Unless she wanted to talk more business that is.

A server soon came over to take their order. Viper gestured for her to take the ladies order first. When she finished, he ordered a nerf steak with potatoes and water. The drink he had was a notoriously strong drink, and he was already working on a second one. No more alcohol for him that night. He certainly didn't want to start acting like a fool in front of his new companion here.

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="viper"]

Egg salad please. She order in a polite tone, and then let the freighter captain order. She then asked him, So may I ask, what type of ship you have? She was curious, if he had good enough ship to make runs for her. Even though he would not serve her directly, she had means to use people indirectly. Even if was delivering things to a third party, for her pick up later. The was also gossip, he may have what could be used to their advantage.

As he order though, she did put enough credits on the table to pay for the meal. Don`t worry I can put it on my expenses. She said with a smile.

 

[VlPER]

[member="Darth Banshee"]

Viper was about to answer her when she layed down the credits to pay for the meal. Before he could object, the server removed the credits from the table and walked off to take care of their order. With a sigh of resignation, he smiled. "Well, thanks. I appreciate it." Taking a sip of his disappearing reactore core, he went on to answer her question. Happy that she had not ignored his earlier questions after all.

"She's a small freighter. About 50 meters. We can haul close to 50 tons, but not much more. But that is why I mentioned only the precious more refined ore you might have. We specialize in the smaller more valuable items as apposed to having a huge ship that relies on vast amounts of cargo to make a trip worthwhile. I can also outrun just about any vessel out there to date. She's fast, quiet, and everything you might need for shipping smaller more sensitive items or personnel."

His eyes shifted from his drink to her eyes. In an attempt to guage who she might be, he asked. "So whereabouts are you thinking of setting up shop? I can tell you if we'd even be in the area to help you out."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Probably in a hutt systems tax regime`s are lax their to say the least. Though they do want a cut, but it not substantial as proper tax regime. She replied to him, though the idea was not bad one. [member="Domino"] did say people where less willing to deal with sith, but if was not a sith company, she be able get additional resources easier. Then their meals arrived, and she had an idea what she could employ him to do, if he was willing that is. As you know the galaxy is at war at the moment, would your ship be able to get salvage from the battles. Once they had finished, as any that tec you might find. Could be worth some thing in the right hands.

[member="viper"]

 

[VlPER]

When she mentioned tech salvage, he paused for only a moment. There was something indeed off. His gut was practically screaming it. Still, he hadn't heard anything he didn't like so far. No sense not continuing the conversation. Viper was convinced she was not starting some mining operation. But really, he didn't care. It wasn't his business anyway what she was up to. He gave a thoughtful expression as he chewed on a savory bit of steak. Swallowing his food, he answered. "Hmm. I supposed we could. Dangerous business that is though. Especially depending on the tech desired to be salvaged. The governments that own those war ships might have a problem with salvagers stripping their vessels."

He sat back and tapped his chin thoughtfully once more. "But for the right price, I'm sure we could work out a deal. I'd have to discuss this with my crew obviously, as normally we deal with more....standard forms of exotic merchandise." Viper finished his drink and the gave the attractive woman another glance. "Did you have any kind of tech in mind that might be higher priority? After all. War ships are large. It could take weeks trying to look over some of these ships with how big they are. A list of specific target items would go a LONG way to cutting that time down to mere days, possibly even hours."

He found himself suddenly becoming excited. This might be a lucrative new path his family could take. One that didn't involve his having to leave them for the Jedi Order. Not to mention, constantly being so close to battlefields would be a good deterrent to those bloodthirsty pirates that keep hounding them. Plus, even his shipping life would most likely get a bit of excitement now and then. Frankly, he was kind of glad she wasn't really just looking to start a mining business. Though, he wondered if she would really continue to try to keep that ruse up despite most her questions being in a complete opposite direction.

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="viper"]

No nothing in particular, just what ever you can salvage, as what ever you get could be simply melted down and turned back into metal for my mine operations. As your not interested in carrying low grade ore around, this would pay a little more. Her egg salad was nice, though she only use the low fat mayo, as she was trying to watch her figure. She then cracked her neck, as she was getting a little tired. After wondering if he take job or not, she asked him So tell me about your self.

 

[VlPER]

"Ah." He said, easing into the idea a bit more. "So really, just chunks of the armor plating would due for you then. Since it would be made of high grade durasteel. I kind of like the idea of tech salvage though. I might still look into that in addition for other interested parties." He now finished his food as she inquired a bit more of his personal life.

"Not really much to tell in all honesty. I'm from Naboo. My family has been in the shipping industry for generations. Well...a couple generations anyway. From what I understand, I had some Jedi in my family line somewhere. Don't know much about him, other than he was supposedly pretty strong." Viper gave an almost uncaring shrug. "Probably just old stories to give us kids something to look up to, you know." He smiled happily as he recalled some of the old stories told to him as a child.

"Anyway, After I was old enough to learn. My parents taught me to fly our ship, and I've been doing it ever since. And that is a rather brief excerpt from my "exciting life"." He said with a chuckle. "How about you. How does a fine looking woman such as yourself get into the mining industry?"

 

[Darth Banshee]

Money. She replied, as it seemed the most obvious answer. She then added a bit to it The republic the mandalorains, and the omega protectorate can`t get enough dura steel. So the galactic price has gone up through the roof. She decide not to use the pun, she killing in the mining operation. As she figured it would be seen in bad taste, she finished her meal. Then a pot of tea, brought to her. After this though she was going to sleep.

[member="viper"]

 

[VlPER]

[member="Darth Banshee"]

Viper gave a quick chuckle. "Simple enough reason." Checking the time, Viper looked to the woman. "Well, here is my contact information. If you need anything specific. Let me know. Could I get your info as well before I head out. That way I can contact you if we manage to pick up some salvage you would be interested in."