Private Stand Alone Complex

[Arbiter]

Spice Terminus was a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Its ports were as busy as ever. No one paid a battered old Dreadhawk any mind. That is except for station 'security' who swaggered over intent on fleecing its pilot out of an exorbitant docking fee. When a hulk of a man descended the loading ramp several of them immediately thought better. Its owner leveled those remaining with a completely emotionless stare. He said nothing, merely holding each's gaze until one by one they broke in turn.

"Now hold on a minute-"

The Arbiter punched him in the throat before his hand ever got close.

He calmly stepped over the writhing security officer. It had been a perfect swing. Enough force to neutralize but not quite fatal. The other remaining dock workers scattered but he paid them no mind. He wasn't here to clean up street trash. The Iron Knight activated a bounty puck in his hand to remind him why he was here. Plugh the Hutt was a local spice baron suspected of involvement in a spree of drug related violence all over the Five Veils. Authorities knew Plugh was untouchable on Spice Terminus and too well connected to the Cartels even if they could. Contract should be worth enough to keep him flying another few weeks.

With the regularity of a security holocam his neck swiveled back and forth, running threat analyses on every two credit hustler who crossed his path. The Arbiter noticed Spice Terminus had a...'relaxed' dress code. He glanced down at his professional looking black suit. This was not optimal camouflage. He scanned the area for a close enough size match.

"I need your clothes, your boots, and your swoop bike. Now."

Amea Virou​

 

[Amea Virou]

Arbiter

Crows getting fat off of crumbs that they had not earned, vultures being so eager they feast on the living. Amea had been put in contact through her network of people for a job. It was a fairly standard job but one that took more than just the one person. She had heard of an old man, built like a rock and able to take just about as much. Seemed inhuman almost, which upon arrival…

Well, it didn’t exactly take a genius to figure out who she had been waiting for.

The guards were disposed of, the workers thoroughly scattered. As the man approached a nearby swoop biker, Amea would stand back and watch as the entire scene played out. The biker that he had approached gave the old man an amused albeit utterly confused look. A hand moved up to grab the lit cigarrillo that rested between his teeth.

He stood up,

“Look, big guy. Security is one thing, but don’t get ahead of yourself here.” He said and promptly put out his cigarette against the arm of the iron-made man’s suit jacket. “Now kark off before you get hurt for real.”

Amea let out a sigh and slowly began to approach the site.