Private Marked Man

[Sorr Kortu]

Location: Oovo IV

"Ah yes Oovo IV," Sorr moaned landing Tiaza's Purr onto the Spaceport. "A place that's always been last on the places that I want to see."

Sorr had been on many terrible planets but none of them had the sterling reputation that Oovo IV had. At least with Nar Shadda, Brinna Dara 's boyfriend ran a bar where he and the crew could hang out and drink. Kween did have some good casinos that he and Porro Tanau went to and had had a good time. Even on Stobar, Sorr made a friend in Toby Russen the two having bonded over Sabacc. But Oovo IV? It's nothing good, everything bad. Battle hardened criminals placed in one facility. Mass murderers, drug pins, Bounty Hunters and other scum run this little rock located in the Outer Rim.

Due to the overwhelming amount of Brotherhood War Criminals being placed on Oovo IV, Sorr was called upon to transport a criminal only known as Prisoner: THX 1137. The Warden was paying Sorr handsomely, so he was one to complain but still going to a place filled with criminals?! "Okay I'm a criminal," Sorr said as he landed on the spacepad. "But I'm not their kind of criminal. I'll get chewed up and spit out."

Sorr heard horror stories on Oovo IV of the bloody prison riots which lead to the brutal death of the last warden. When the Vong took over, they maimed every prisoner and security guard alike. It was to the point where they all rose up and actually overthrew the Vong. However, Oovo IV quickly went back to being the same old prison. Sorr sighed as he walked down the ramp heading to the Warden's office. "Let's get this over with." he said.

Varm Nul

 

[Varm Nul]

OOVO IV

A Duros sat on a shipping crate, comfortable with one boot up on a second crate. He wore a wide-brimmed hat, from under where his red stare watched the approach of a particular starship, one he was purposefully looking out for. As the vessel circled and started to land, the Duros slowly pushed to his feet and stood, which caused the long coat he wore to cover most of his form - and weapons. Anyone who looked at him could tell he was some kind of bounty hunter, he had that swagger...

Looks like them, The Duros thought, as he began to saunter over toward the newly arrived group. Introductions are the worst.

It didn't take the coat wearing alien long, before he stood in the path of the group, clearly intent on intercepting their movement. The Duros stood casually, arms at his sides, weight on one foot, and simply waited - staring - until the lead humanoid was close enough to hear:

"You Sorr Kortu?"

The voice was coarse, like steel on steel. The red stare didn't shift. He knew it was Sorr, but it remained to be seen how the kid reacted.

"Name's Varm Nul... nice to make your acquaintance."

It was true that Varm Nul's main gig was bounty hunting, which he had proved quite capable at, but he also worked as a mercenary some of the time. Helped with his want for credits, plus it gave him some freedom in occupation and job choice, which was important for someone like him. That wasn't to ignore his other endeavors, though, which were less legal... but the less spoken about that the better - and safer - for all concerned.

"I believe you all were expectin' me?"

Sorr Kortu | Toby Russen | Brinna Dara | Porro Tanau​

 

[Sorr Kortu]

Sorr was about to step foot onto the spaceport until he heard someone call his name. The young man's heart stopped as he immediately turned around, his hand on the hilt of his Blaster Pistol. A lone Duros sat on a shipping crate, his dark red eyes staring at Sorr's. There was a vicious look underneath that calm demeanor, the tubes on sticking on the sides of his neck, creases shown on his blue face. The brown duster combined with his brimmed hat. His Dad would call people like him: Children playing out an Outer Rim fantasy. Yet this Duros was a person whose gaze could make a Wookie think twice before attacking.

"How do you know my name?" Sorr stammered each word expressing fear. "Unless you're..... A bounty hunter!"

The young man stepped back. "I-I didn't do anything wrong!" Sorr shouted pulling out his Blaster Pistol. "I'm just humble transporter for hire! Circumstantial evidence that's all you got!"

Sometimes Sorr wondered how he managed to survive considering he much of a fool he was making out of himself. Every time Sorr thought he gotten better at being confident, here Sorr was melting down like a malfunctioning Droid. "Who sent you?!" Sorr said. "Rory's men?!"

"I did."

Sorr turned around to see a small plump man with silver hair, classes, and a two-piece suit. He was accompanied by Two Guards cladded in light Durasteel armor armed with tear gas grenades and armed with E-11D Blaster Carbines. "My name is Warden: Naiad Webb and this is my prison facility. The gentleman that has greeted you will be accompanying you on this mission."

"What?!" Sorr slowly placed his Pistol in his holster. "Why?"

"You are..... a little young to handle such a dangerous criminal like Prisoner: THX 1137." Warden Naiad said. "Varm Nul is an experienced Bounty Hunter and he'll make sure that the Prisoner will be..... subdued. Unfortunately, he's not a good navigator as you are Mr. Kortu. I have paid Mr. Nul handsomely for this job so you won't worry about him backstabbing you."

Sorr turned at Varm and gulped.

"If you may," he said. "Please follow me to outprocessing."

Varm Nul

 

[Varm Nul]

OOVO IV

Varm Nul inclined his head, one eye-ridge raised, as he stared at the youthful humanoid with red eyes. There had been a lot said in a very short time, with references to people the Duros wasn't familiar with, though also implied that Sorr was wanted by some people. That probably wasn't the best way of introduction to a Bounty Hunter, considering the blue-skinned alien's occupation. Still, Varm Nul remained still as a blaster was drawn on him and continued to hold his stare for a few moments...

"Heh," Varm Nul murmured, then glanced down to the blaster in Sorr's hand. "Might want to rethink that, kid..."

Though - thankfully - both were saved from further attempts at continuing the discussion by the timely arrival of the prison warden. In fact, given how the Duros had nothing to respond with, save perhaps a blaster bolt between the kid's eyes, it was most fortunate. The stout, short humanoid that ran the prison approached with a demeanor of his position, flanked by guards, and began to explain the situation. Varm Nul had been brought on to assist with the delivery of a dangerous prisoner, known by the designation THX 1137, and would join the crew of Sorr Kortu for the gig.

Simple.

The warden did mention backstabbing, which caused Varm Nul to turn his head toward the shorter humanoid curiously.

"Even if it wasn't handsome pay," The Duros said in his gravelly tone, as a means of clarification. "I follow through every deal. No exceptions. I ain't the backstabbing sort."

It probably said a lot to how much stock the warden put in Bounty Hunters. But, fortunately for him, he had made a deal with one of the more trustworthy ones; as Varm Nul had never backed out of a legit job, had never accepted counter-deals, and had always completed the contract despite the cost or any unexpected developments.

"Reputation is why," Varm Nul added. "It ain't worth salt, if you ain't got a good one."

When the warden asked the pair to follow, the Duros turned and began to walk. He supposed Korr's ship looked space-worthy, it looked like it was capable of handling a scrap, so a lot of the job would require Varm Nul to trust in the kid - and whatever crew he did or didn't have - to get the flying portion done with as little issue as possible.

Hopefully the kid can fly as well as he stutters...

Sorr Kortu​

 

[Sorr Kortu]

As a Smuggler, the possibility of being imprisoned was always on Sorr's mind. Even though Brinna Dara had teased of being overly paranoid, Sorr was all too aware of the consequences of Smuggling. Sorr wondered if he jumped the gun on being a Smuggler. He was enamored with the stories of Han Solo and The Voidhound wanting to go on adventures like they did. Sorr forgot that the stories he read as a kid were romanticized and even exaggerated to make a good story. It was really silly to believe that the Voidhound once flirted with the Emperor? Most Smugglers are broke, in debt, in jail, or constantly have to look over their shoulders for people wanting to kill them.

Sorr knew that there was no turning back, no matter how much of a good person he thinks he is, he's still a criminal. Which is why Oovo IV felt unsettling, he is in a maximum-security facility willingly. Warden Naiad can stop and arrest Sorr right now for Smuggling illegal goods and there was nothing he could do about it. It didn't help that Varm was constantly sizing him up, he probably feels that he's an easy target if things go bad. "Of course Mr. Nul," Naiad said chuckling. "You are our most reliable mercenary when it comes to brining in prisoners and successfully training the men and women of the prison security force. They are mostly former GADF or soldiers of the Confederacy but thanks to your training Mr. Nul, their sucess rate in passifying prisoners has increased ten-fold."

They were walking down a bright tunnel, beacons pulsing with every step they take. "Those beacons we're passing by are scanning our biometrics. You don't go in and out of Oovo IV without our know how."

"Nice," Sorr said nodding drumming his fingers in the process. "Tell me more, I'm dying to know more about the history of this place." Sorr's voice was laced with sarcasm as he spoke.

"This facility used to belong the Galactic Republic, and then the Galactic Empire, but over the years it has been independently ran." Naiaid said as they entered the main hall filled with prisoners. Many of whom were looked fierce and deadly looking at Sorr with deadly or lustful intent. "New meat!" A Dug shouted out as the men cheered.

"Don't worry," Naaid said. "They do that every time a visitor comes here."

Varm Nul

 

[Varm Nul]

OOVO IV

The Duros couldn't resist a smirk, at the reaction of the kid, though it was true enough.

Varm Nul considered himself fairly experienced in his trade, but even he had some reservations about a few of the prisoners in the cells, though whether that meant a loss in a confrontation was hard to say. As it was, the bounty hunter had a good selection of equipment to deal with a range of circumstances, so ideally - at worst - he would take a bit of a beating before bringing the tougher aliens down.

The Warden began to speak, as he listed off the various counts on the transfer's rap sheet. There were a considerable amount, a lot involved outright assault or aggression, which meant some extra steps were likely needed to ensure a safe trip. But that could be prepared for later, with a few additions from Varm Nul's business supplies...

"Real upstandin' sort," Varm Nul muttered, as he glanced to Sorr. "Got some special equipment to use, just in case. Don't see there bein' too big an issue with the transportin'. Ready for the specifics when you are, warden: time, place, prisoner arrival status?"

Varm Nul figured the prisoner was expected to arrive alive; but that didn't mean uninjured, if things called for it...

Sorr Kortu​

 

[Sorr Kortu]

"Retaliate?!" Sorr said his body wobbling like a jelly. Was Varm out of his mind?! He was a stick compared to these hardened criminals. Some of the prisoners were built like tanks and even the aliens who were smaller than Sorr looked as though they can rip his chest apart and eat his heart.

"I'm not exactly a Bounty Hunter you know?!" Sorr said hearing the fists pounding against the large mirrors.

"Don't worry," the Warden said. "I guarantee that you will safe, the prisoner is one of the most dangerous criminals that we've captured. He's wanted on 15 counts 1st degree murder, arson, assault, every crime that you can think of he likely did. His name Roan or at least that's what he claims his name is. There's no official documents on him. Probably born in the Outer Rim or somehow deleted his files."

Varm Nul

 

[Varm Nul]

OOVO IV

Varm Nul grunted, as Sorr mentioned he wasn't a Bounty Hunter.

That was obvious.

The kid was more prone to jumping than a rada-cat when it was sprayed with water.

"Don't worry, kid," Varm Nul muttered, as he smirked. It wasn't exactly pleasant. "I'll handle the big bad if he causes problems. It's what I'm here for."

That said, it seemed the prisoner was quite the specimen of criminal. Had a rap sheet as long as an arm, and then some, not to mention a varied career breaking the law. The Duros supposed if you were going to become a criminal, better to go all in, right?

Varm Nul turned to the warden, and asked:

"Where we takin' him? And do they care if he gets a little bruised for misbehavin'?"

Sorr Kortu​

 

[Sorr Kortu]

"He is a valuable prisoner Mr Nul," Naaid said while they continued to walk through the long, white hallway. "You can sedate him but try not to hurt him too much like you did with the last prisoner."

He pushed up the ridge of his glasses. "You will be taking Roan to Coruscant, the Galactic Alliance has been wanting to put Roan on trial and will determine whether or not he should be executed," Naaid continued. "He's wanted on 15 core world planets one of which is the planet Slevaris. Roan managed to poison a major Ocean killing many of the sea life, he set fire to a third of the planet's jungles by unleashing heavy plasma weaponry with a GA Star Destroyer that he had stolen. Nevertheless, it weakened the planet allowing the Brotherhood to take over and allow their trek deep into the Core until they reached Tython."

"Damn," Sorr frowned thinking about how the Brotherhood took Empress Teta during the conquest in the Core Worlds. His Aunt and Uncle lost their lives during the attack. If the Alliance held Selvaris, they would have lived but thanks to the actions of this Roan they had to suffer a horrible death. "Well Roan has blood on his hands," Sorr said. "Is he working for the Brotherhood?"

"That's why they call him Roan the red," Naaid replied. "No, the SIA interrogated him for days but he claimed that he was working for himself. He said that his actions at Selvaris was one big joke."

"What?!" Sorr said disgusted at what he heard. "One big joke?!"

"I know," Naaid said. "But we keep tight control of Roan just like we keep control over the population here."

They reached outprocessing room where Roan was being held. "Roan is in carbonite," Naaid said. "He'll be transported to your ship in a few minutes."

"Good," Sorr said. "Let's send this man to justice."

Varm Nul