Stormy Skies [Kail Ragnar]

[Harland Gates]

Ciutric IV
Daplona

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The metallic black arm cranked down and then shot up, as the sound of tumblers whirled to life. Digital in nature, they still had artificial sound as if there might have been actual mechanics housed inside this thick durasteel frame that sat port-side of the Daplona river. Three lugjack machines lined up in a row, and only one was currently being used. The digital blue hue of the display cast it's ambient light on the spacer that had currently invested a few more credits than he really should be sparing into the contraption that sentients referred to as the one-arm bandit. It'd rob you blind for just another chance, another crumb of hope that you might his the magic combination. Symbols danced before his eyes as the speed decreased and the hodgepodge of various colored codes began to form into a three sections again.

Sarlaac | Credit | Wampa

"Nek, take it!" The red lettering underneath filtered with it's healthy alarm, alerting himself and anyone within five feet that he had once again hit bust. The machine reset itself and then in a friendly chirp of another dream to dash, it requested more credits to spin those wheels of fate and chance again. All it got though was a heavy handed palm to the corner of the machine, barely rattling it at all. Gates retracted his hand, squeezing it from the solid thud that hurt him more than it did the machine. A grumble under his breath was given as he turned from his post to survey the scene. It was an obvious flaw in his personality - he rarely could resist the chance to make quick coin, but gambling was as clear as it came to the name. It was always a risk. His coral blue eyes shifted as they laid to rest on his contact that had just set himself down on a bench on a bridge spanning the river's expanse. "Finally." Gates muttered as he lifted the metallic briefcase in one hand and started towards the Gran.

Boots clipped upon the permacrete as he started up the bridge and took the direct approach towards his contact. He didn't consider this smuggling, he considered this retrieval for payment. He didn't have to get it by any snooping security droid, or border patrols. This was rather legal in fact, which was a shock to his system that he could land an honest gig in this part of the Galaxy. Just under a kilo in weight, the suitcase swung at his left side as the spacer approached and then took a seat to the right of the Gran, letting the suitcase come to rest on the bridge below his feet. While it was an honest deed, discretion seemed to be the name of the game and he would play along.

"Grey Squirrel?" He asked with a hint of rhetoric and a tone of amusement. He didn't pick the code names, but apparently there were going to be aliases at this point. At least that is what he'd been sent in his last message. His eyes stayed looking over the bridge at the river. The calm and slow moving waves rose and fell in rhythm as the course of the river pulled the water out to the mouth and into the sea beyond the horizon. The Gran to his right didn't blink...even with his third eye as he pulled out a datapad and began to tap on it a few times in a seeming absent fashion. Sentients passed by going back and forth while the two conducted this strange transaction. Gates normally would have been alarmed at such an odd set-up, but he was itching to get some more coin, as he was running on empty. Such was the life.

"Baktoid stock cleared nine points today." The Gran said, shifting the datapad around and laying it between himself and Gates, his foot coming forward as the briefcase was then slid between his boots. It was likely that even the Gran didn't know what the phrases meant. He wasn't the brains behind the operation, he was simply the semi-informed courier that was to deliver the package further along the trail. The exchange was even, and Gates picked up the datapad to inspect the transfer - finding it to be legitimate as well. Not a bad day's work for five thousand credits. The Gran also picked up the case, and drew a portable scanner above the case, ensuring that the contents were right on point. Finding that Gates was actually a man of his word, he uttered the next phrase. "Forecast is calling for rain." On this planet, that wasn't saying much, but it was the code to indicate the deal had been struck and accomplished.

"Should of packed an umbrella." Gate's response was not code, it was actual conversation as he stood up with the datapad in hand, and began to walk away from the Gran, having completed his portion of the deal, and had been paid adequately for it. Not two steps more, and a trio of bright spotlights immediately broke the eventide atmosphere and froze Harland in his tracks. "This is the -last- time I use codewords." He said through gritted teeth and instinctively reached up over his head, datapad in one hand, the other just grabbing sky.

"Harland Gates, by order of the port authority of Ciutrick IV, you are under arrest for the distribution and sale of illegal goods. Turn around slowly and relinquish the datapad." Three dark garbed officer types stood behind him, with their pistols trained on his body, the spotlights coming from orbiting drones that were simply there to secure his position and catch him on holocam.

"Mother of a sith spit harlot.." He groaned out as he slowly turned on his heel, putting on his most charming smile as his eyes met the three that were holding him at blaster point. The Gran however seemed to be in the background slowly walking away. The charm vanished from his face as his brow rose, and he started to piece together parts of the puzzle that looked...off. Badges were old (at least two years), boots were unpolished and rustic, blasters pointed without the subversive to cradle the dominant hand, and the stars were on the wrong shoulder. As a young boy he'd been trained on details, grilled daily on the slightest inconsistencies in any given scenario. It was a Jedi trait to notice everything, and see the problems before they happened. Granted he was a bit rusty, but this was too easy. "Right, port authority, and exactly whose port do you have authority, because it ain't this one. By the way, the safety's on." Gates said, looking square at the middle one. He actually checked!

"Catch!" Immediately the datapad was thrown at the one to the right, as he moved to the left, tackling the distracted 'officer' and throwing him to the ground. A quick knee to the head the guy was out cold. Gates scrambled to his feet, hearing blaster fire almost immediately as it scorched the pavement to his left and right behind him, leaving long black markings on the permacrete. Hal did a forward roll and then threw himself behind a large durasteel container that boasted a large tree growing from the end that went over the bank of the river. His MT-14 was immediately pulled out and answered back with a few barks of it's own, leveling bolt for bolt against the two impostors. The beacon droids rose higher to get an angle on him and cast their spotlight on the barrier. He knew the real authorities would show up soon, but he had to deal with these clowns first. And just to add insult to injury, the rain came next, pelting the landscape with it's cleansing touch. "Day keeps getting better and karking better!"

[member="Kail Ragnar"]​

 

[Connor Harrison]

It was going to be a stop at Ciutric IV for a quick hit to earn a good amount credits, and then down the Hydian Way and Corellian Run back to Tatooine and to his cell with the money. Couldn't be simpler. But then again, nothing was ever THAT simple for a mercenary.

Kail had received word of a slaver working out of Daplona that was operating in exploiting youngsters and those hard out of luck for exploitation and the promise of a good life with others...yeah, the same old dream dangled out in front of those who had lost money, way of life or a loved one. Perfect for plucking and submitting to a life of crime and dark deeds. His SSX blaster was nice and tight on this thigh and the KX-60 was slung over his back and that was all he needed to feel. That was all he needed. Target. Rifle. Money. Done.

Stood on a bridge above the Daplona River, the city itself, capital of the planet, was alive as expected, wide networks of dark stone buildings spiralled and bellowed outwards and upwards, as millions of cities did across the galaxy. This was nothing special, but it looked grand illuminated between the rain which was teasing the planet with on / off droplets.

Leaning over the railing, he could see the bank of the city to his left and another vast stretch to his right, but it was the city he needed. Wearing his combat trousers, boots and Armourweave mesh under his tough sandy jacket and armoured vest, Kail was nice and warm in the cool breeze and didn't mind the refreshing droplets of rain.

As he lost himself looking at the ripples below, a blaster shot snapped him back to reality. It came from across the bridge towards Daplona. Standing up and resting his hands, he saw a blur of activity coming from a group of...what looked like...police officials and fine spotlights from hovering drones. A good crack down on crime, pity he couldn't get involved. He watched the blur of motion from the bridge and didn't take his eyes off it, ready to act if anything criminal came his way.

A vigilante? Kail wouldn't dream of it.


[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Raindrops pelted the permacrete as the blaster bolts clipped by both himself and the officers. They were exchanging shots, but neither could sustain a clear view in part because of the rain, and in part because of the cover. The droids above shifted and turned, always gaining a new angle as the trio of spotlights shown down. The light itself was making the faux officer's blasters far more accurate, scraping across the plant container that Gates had ducked behind. Scorch marks raking across the side in long black lines. This was an awkward situation, not to mention a dangerous one for the pilot as he glanced a few shots their way, without truly getting far enough from behind the protective barrier to be clipped. He was usually far more accurate, but the circumstances conspired against him. Beads of water slid down his soaked hair and across his cheeks while he tried to formulate some semblance of a plan.

"I'll accept your surrender if you just your toss your blasters in the river!" Harland called out over the noise of the rain, the droids, and the blaster bolts. His back pressed against the durasteel planter as the droids above orbited around. His coral blue eyes closed for a moment before he took a single blast upwards, hitting one of the droids on the repulsor, causing the orb to spiral out of control. The beacon light it had kept aimed on him now whipped around as it spun, losing altitude and moving in a haphazard way that was actually disconcerting to the officers who were trying not to laugh at Harland's comment. The other droids didn't seem to mind that their partner had been shot down and was spiraling out of control. They simply re-positioned themselves like obedient task rabbits and kept right on filming. The blaster fire ceased for a few seconds, and he was on the move, dashing across the open expanse of the ramp, ducking low, and attempting to run full speed for the connecting street to the bridge. Red bolts zipped by him, clipping at his heels, while others came at front and behind his form, peppering the buildings as each plasma shot missed its mark. Just a few feet left, and Gates dove to the ground, landing in a puddle just behind a duracrete barrier between the courtyard and the river itself.

The droids were hot on his tail still, with their water-poof spherical shape, puttering alone and keeping the twin spotlights fixed on his movement. Not only had the droids gave chase, but the fake officers were also in hot pursuit, as booted feet trampled the rain slick permacrete, going after him and off the bridge. By now there was a crowd forming, they were keeping their distance from the blaster bolts obviously, but they were forming a sentient barrier about the area, which was effectively boxing in Gates and the fake officers that were hunting him. The mob mentality wasn't unique, it spanned almost every culture. Like a space-lane accident, everyone had to stop and see the wreck, it was a curious sentient nature that was still just as morbid. The larger the crowd though, the less likely it was that anyone would step in. Peer pressure and the like. So with a crowd full of people watching, Gates just couldn't disappoint them. Immediately he climbed up onto the arch that spanned the second of thre bridges over the Daplona river in this sector. His hands raised in a surrender position as he teetered back and forth on the shallow edge.

"Whoa-oh, easy fellas. You got me." He said aloud as his legs wiggled attempting to keep balance. The crowd was drawing in hushed tones, while some were pointing and using holo-recorders on their respective commlinks to archive this footage. "Water's kinda cold down there, you knock me out, I might just fall in. How would that look, man surrendering you cause him to drown...I don't think port authority officials would be given commendations for that." They wanted to play the law, he would give them an audience to play with. "Just take it nice and easy and we can talk this out." The three men stood for a minute, watching him, and occasionally giving each other glances behind their dark reflective face shields. They had a public around them, a man on a ledge one half step from plunging into a cold river while the rain still poured down on them. Not to mention the two droids that were still spot on him, and filming this thing. He was no longer an assailant. Rivulets of water spread over his jacket and trousers, sliding in patterns across his face and body. Slowly the three started to move forward, keeping their blasters at the ready as they inched towards him, apparently still wanting to take him in, but playing along with the role. This was certainly a risk, but at least he had their trigger fingers out of the picture for the moment.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kail was certainly getting wet from the downpour, but he couldn't take his eyes of the scuffle taking place down on the bridge, beside the courtyard leading to the city and also to the bank of the river. As there was no point just standing out on a bridge like a loner, he began to trace the handrail with his fingers and walk down towards Daplona. He could already make out the massing crowd watching the drama.

He spat out some of the rainwater trickling down his face, and brushed his short hair over in wiping away the rain. It was always amusing how the sentinel beings of the galaxy found so much entertainment in watching something that was dealing, probably, with life and death. Gossip was the worst evil in the galaxy, spread like a plague by people with nothing better to do and taking joy from other's misery and way of work.

Pushing past a couple of excitable Twi'leks, Kail gave them a dirty look as they chatted feverishly about the "man about to jump". Moving through the back of the crowd as best he could, he came to a stop when it seemed he couldn't get through without intruding with the stand-off. Backing off slightly, he looked over and saw the young man stood on the arch which made up the decorative shape to the bridge above water.

With the crowd before him and steadily advancing officers, the man certainly had his audience with nowhere to go. Kail was mildly amused, but still trying to find a way past the crowd to get into the city before his trail totally vanished.

"Christ, just grab him, get your gawpers out the way! Some of us HAVE a life y'know." Kail shouted out, half to himself, half to the officers or anyone who would hear him over the rain and murmur of the crowd.


[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

If that loud mouth wasn't just the spark to the flame. The mob mentality may not interfere, but the collective sentience wasn't opposed to raising their volume and shouting out various and sundry comments to the men in black coming to take a rain soaked spacer from his bridge perch and haul him into custody. Unfortunately for pretty much no one -but- Harland, the populace didn't know that these guys weren't the real deal. Their outfits didn't pass muster, but between the rain, the lights from the droids, and the entire scene, people didn't question the broad scope of what they saw. Some lobbed verbal insults at Hal, and some ranted about the oppression of the port authority. It was truly a mixed bag, and they even decided to rail their fists in protest for either side, or for no reason at all. Beek-monkey see, beek-monkey do. Apparently though Gates hadn't thought this fully through, as he stood precarously on the duracrete edge, his boots not exactly the best traction on a smooth rounded surface in the middle of a rain storm. It seemed though that he hadn't many options that wouldn't of landed him flash-boiled or caught. Apparently he preferred capture over than literally brain dead.

"Don't you have those rights you gotta spew? I'd like to hear 'em." Yup, Hal was stalling, doing his level best not to tip to one side or the other, and to keep the phony officers from laying hold onto him. He couldn't expect them to abide by the law, when they weren't. However, if they had to play the part with a very vocal audience, at least he could buy sometime. "All of them...and you'll have to speak up, crowd's a might fussy." He said slowly back-peddling and glancing over the railing at the water below being pummeled by the rain that washed over the scene. The officers kept advancing until one of them stopped and looked at the other and drew out his pistol again, aiming at Harland's chest. A laser dot emitter pointed the pixel thin red mark right at his solar plexus.

"You've got the right to stop moving and not need extensive treatment for blaster burn." The man said as he kept his distance, keeping a trained eye and an itchy finger on Hal. The twin droids continued their broadcast, and their spotlight show right on the spacer. Gates' never ducked the lime light before, but this was just a bit too literal for him to really relish it. The problem was he didn't have a play at hand, he was caught between a rock and a proverbial Hutt, and it would certainly be curtains for him, if he put up anymore resistance or one liners. He could see the man start to gently squeeze the trigger, gauging the pressure every so slightly. Blue eyes closed, a silent wish, and a prayer lifted. He wasn't a spiritual man, but he be karked if he didn't try.

Like a wave of fresh wind, a breeze blew behind the ground and leveled up and onto the bridge where the 'officers' gathered. It didn't stop either, and the two spotlights on gates was joined by a third much larger beacon in the rain as one of the actual port authority ships went into a low hover, reigning their influence on Daplona's citizens. The ship wasn't big by normal standards, but it was sure large enough to fit several personnel inside, maybe a dozen with a pilot at the helm. Guns were present, and they were aimed and trained on the three impostors which they quickly spotted were not of their own unit. Gun metal gray and navy blue, the colors of Daplona's security force, mixed with a dark black that slid up the bow and over the cockpit proper.

:: Every man there, surrender your weapon, and get down on the ground. We will not ask twice. :: The disembodied and projected voice from the shuttle rang through the outskirts of the city as the exit ramp at the aft opened up and several armed officers of the planet de-boarded the still hovering craft and came around to break up the mob and settle this problem. The issue was, where was Gates? He was no longer on the edge of the bridge, and the ship had directed everyone's attention quite suddenly away from the man in the spotlight. Both beacon droids had scattered immediately on the patrol ship's arrival, and now the unit was attempting to search for the man they believed had to of fallen over the edge and into the drink.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

It was all heading to the climax, and probably this guy on the bridge would end up dead either way. If only they'd do something he could get on his -

WOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Everyone turned at once as the larger cruiser descended almost silently from the night sky, spotlight blaring and illuminating the stand-off, lights flashing and trained weapons on the suspects. It was another law enforcement transports but something was certainly not right; no official would attack their own. It was like some monstrous robotic warship Kail had read about in the holobooks. Mean, sleek and silent.

Kail looked over at the men under the sights of the weapons and noticed their suspect on the bridge had vanished, but at that moment he wasn't important. It was getting away from the now REAL law enforcement agents above. Carrying a blaster rifle and pistol wouldn't do him any favours and his off the grid life as a mercenary would only lead to restrain, arrest and god knows what else.

Pushing backwards from the crowd as some innocents started to disperse, Kail didn't look back as he moved further along the bridge. The rain was pounding down now and there was little time to act. The bridge was too open to traverse across. Looking over the rails of the decorative arch, Kail could only see the droplets of rain bouncing into the water below. It was going to be cold, it was going to be painful and it would probably ruin his equipment.

Rather that than be locked up and / or executed.

Exhaling quickly and not stopping moving, Kail walked forward a few more steps and in one swift movement grabbed onto the rail, pushed himself up with a spring in his step and vaulted over the side into darkness. He only fell for a second before hitting the water.

Thankfully it wasn't as cold as expected, his armour keeping his temperature steady but now at risk of dragging him under. Spitting out the water from both the river and the thrashing rain, Kail fought the weight of this armour and kicked himself back under the bridge beside one of the three large pillars holding the structure up from the water. Holding onto the lip of stone that ran around the circumference of the pillar, Kail caught his breath, keeping himself still and steady as he could see the beam of light up above from the cruiser moving around the area. He hoped there was enough distraction with the armed suspects and the dispersing crowed to allow a nobody to simply disappear.

Make that 2 nobodies.


[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Daplona's port authority had received a few messages, not to mention a live holo-cast of the situation with the impersonating officers who had a man at blaster point. It had taken them mere minutes to mobilize and come in guns blazing. Their aim however had not been for the crowd, or even the man on the ledge, they had come to figure out why there were three men dressed in something similar to their own uniform, and playing law. The problem with playing law is that it wasn't lawful. You could make a citizen's arrest, but the moment you strapped on militant duds and proclaimed your allegiance to a unit to which you were not a part of - well, flattery was not the form of imitation they preferred. Sincere or otherwise. The three men were quickly taken into custody, but they had yet to locate a sign of the man in whom they were chasing. A busted datapad was all they really had to go on, and it wasn't cooperating.

The crowd had dispersed, and the rain itself was starting to slow down in the minutes after the anti-climactic standoff, that had ended without anymore shots being fired. The man-hunt though was proving fruitless, and by now, the port authority had ruled it a lost cause, and had started to get statements, doing the general law thing. Paperwork; whether by flimsi or datapad, it was part of the job, and never the best part. The most tedious and yawn inducing part to be precise. The stories varied, some acclaimed Gates as a hero, trumping the 'man'. Others thought of him as a outlaw, and others just thought he was just another laser-brain about to become blaster fodder. It was most likely the third rendition that was more prevalent on the reports. That one seemed to be the most believable, since he didn't seem to have stolen anything, and the Gran had the common sense to shuffle off the scene long before they had arrived. The question that had gone unanswered still was where was this missing pilot?

Gates was coughing, spitting up some water as he laid on his back in the most unpleasant of places - underneath Daplona. A less than sturdy sewage drain had been wrenched open after years of rust had worn it's strength away. It wasn't an inviting atmosphere, but the only saving grace to it, was that it wasn't flooded, and he could find some damp place to catch his breath after fighting the cold, the current, and the rain. He was soaked from head to toe, and every part of his body hurt from the nearly two story drop he'd taken when the ship had hovered closer. The wind itself having knocked him over, and right into the drink below. Long deep gasping breaths were taken while he laid in the sewer drain, not exactly caring that he shared it with other critters and bugs that fed on the waste that the city disposed of.

"Yeah...remind me not to do that again." Hal groaned as he started to move, shifting to the side and getting a bead on his surroundings. "Feth, this is just great...probably take half a dozen cycles in a sanitizer to get the smell out alone." It was pretty horrific, but at least it was a way back to land. The tunnels were large enough for him to stand in, they were servicable and maintained to a slight degree. Still the sludge and filth were part of the rustic charm to this underground dungeon. Rising up, Gates started to make tracks inward, cracking a glowrod along the way to light his path and illuminate the walls. "Never use code-words...just never do it - only leads to trouble...and sewage." He'd log that away for sure as he trekked deeper into the sewer system, hoping he'd find a way to go top-side and then from there, he'd have to mash together a plan to get him back to the Wild Goose, and get off this rock. Hopefully the plan would involve a refresher, and a meal containing some form of food.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

His hands clawed at the left bank of the river beside the bridge as the spotlight from the police cruiser had gotten fainter, still hovering around, but not focused on the bridge itself. Kail took a breath as he pulled himself up the shale bank, followed by his knees and then his boots, all sodden from the cold water. He pulled himself up and onto his feet, letting out a contented sigh.

Wiping the water from his face and his hair, looking slightly unkempt and untidy, he pulled out his SSX blaster and discarded the energy clip from the butt. Tossing the pistol to the ground he then repeated it with his KX-60 rifle. Clip down, gun down.

Kail wiped his chin and sighed; he was now blaster-less. Again. For feth's sake.

The rain seemed to be easing off, and as he knelt down to examine his weaponry, drying off as best they could on the stones, Kail looked up. A number of pipes were erected by the base of the bridge that looked all crusted with...whatever. He was sure he heard a voice down by him and not from the bridge. He didn't move, his hands splayed over the rifle. Waiting for a second, he returned to take the weaponry and sling the KX over his back and holster the SSX. Hopefully they would be functioning still in time, but with no energy bolts for ammunition, he was out of luck.

Walking up the bank towards one of the pipes, he stood and listened. There was certainly a voice coming from inside the pipe. Placing a boot on one of the ridges of the pipe, Kail pushed up and placed his hands on the rim, feeling the moist damp slime under his fingers. He winced as he leant forward over the edge, balancing with his foot. The pipe was angled downwards from the bank seeming to go in and under to Daplona itself.

"Anyone there...?"

It most likely was either the hot-headed suspect the authorities had been trailing, or a homeless grunt. There was a flicker of light up above, illuminating the circular pipe covered in moss, sludge and other products of the underground sewer system.

"All clear up here."

Half talking to himself, half to the figure down below, he twisted his head to place his ear closer to the opening and waited for any response.


[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Several duracrete pipes ran below Daplona, like arms, reaching in every cardinal direction, interconnected with a dizzying set of turns that had no labels - only the remnants of what had been literally flushed down them for Force knows how many years. Most of them were rather large, covering ten feet in diameter, and boasting two pavement like walkways on either side of a shallow river of slime and other foul smelling debris. For service purposes, there were one or two ladders that would reach up to the street level of the city, where maintenance workers could access the tunnels and do repair if it was needed. One of those thankless and disgusting jobs that not even miners of cortosis would trade in their hard-hat for. Large pockets and puddles of water lined the walkways, showing the age and wear that the constant rush of liquids had formed over the decades, maybe even centuries. His boots were already water-logged but at least they were sealed to keep the gun from protruding in. Holding the glow-rod at level with his eyes, his footsteps crept him forward while he strained to see the next few feet ahead of him. Water dripped in various places, along with other mixtures of liquid he didn't care to think about. Even the tiny droplets and slow gait of his footsteps rang back and forth in the tunnel causing dozens of echos.

Another sound reverberated down the tunnel as the cast of his green glowrod shifted left and right. The muffled tones of Kail calling down to the tunnel were not clearly heard. The first few feet might have been more defined, but once it broke into the maze of tunnels, it was just a cacophony of sound that came from everywhere and nowhere at once. Turning back and then looking forward, Gates looked confused as he peered into the murky black abyss in both directions, getting nothing for a visual, and having no understanding of what was said. It could have come from anywhere, but he wasn't about to go searching for it either. It was going to be difficult enough attempting to find a different way out than the way he had came. Pausing for a moment, his curiosity got the better of him, and he let out a yell of his own, just to see what the natural acoustics would do in this sewer system.

"ECHO!!" Gates bellowed, instantly the sound of his voice rang out in waves, bouncing back and forth off the duracrete tube, emptying all the way out to the river, and further down the twists and turns of the interconnected system. A smirk touched his face as he heard his tones ricochet for what seemed to be minutes within the tunnels. What he hadn't expected though was that the creatures in the tunnel didn't enjoy the boisterous dulcet tones of the spacer. Several rat sized creatures started to burst down the pipeline and come for him. He saw the movement with aide of the glow rod, and started walking forward, his boots splashing in the water. Every time one of those little critters got close, they got a boot to the face and launched across the gap and straight into the wall. Dull thuds echoed back with each one of them that got turned into a furry projectile. One of them though was clever enough to jump his boot only to get snatched out of the air by a gloved hand.

"Sorry, no passengers this time, bitey." Gates named the creature as it's fangs snapped and gnashed while it tried to wiggle free. Only turning his torso he tossed the creature back from where he came from, throwing him squarely in the slime and sludge, likely knocking the thing out cold. "♪♫ Hey-ey...Hey'ey...what's the matter with your head? Yeah-ah. ♪♫" His surprisingly on key pitch came out in song as he started back down the trail, letting the sewers echo the loose lyrics. "♪♫ Hey-ey...Hey'ey, what's the matter with your mind and your sign...and ooh-oh-oh. ♪♫"

Notably all the sound and noise was just a distant echo the further he got down the tunnel, as it emptied out near the river. Only those below the bridges would even make out the noise. He had to find safe passage to the city though, and it seemed more likely that he'd find it in the way he was going, at least he hoped he would. He wasn't even sure if the transaction had gone through and if he had really got paid. The datapad was no longer in his possession and the Gran only known as 'Grey Squirrel' had made off with the merchandise. What Gates really wanted to know however, was who had set him up, who had the resources to pull that off? It had failed obviously, but he'd like to have the knowledge to rub that in their smug faces, while he collected the money at blaster point. He was vindictive like that.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Resting on his elbows, Kail smirked to himself at the surreal noises coming from down inside the pipe. Craning his neck, all he could hear was strange talking, either a group of people or just the one man on his own, and then…singing? He couldn’t place the song, but it was rather soulful, even if the singer wasn’t the best. He’d hear a drunken Bith sing better.

Looking back up to the bridge, there was still some blue and white flashes of lights from above and it meant the heat was still on, so there was no time to waste. As much as Kail hated the fact he was appearing to follow in footsteps, the sewer pipe was THE best option to get away from the bank of the river and away, hopefully into the city. Either way, getting away from the law was the only option.

Peering back over, the pipe was coated in a thin, green substance that looked like wet moss. There was a curve a few feet down which seemed to take the pip back either under the river or towards the city. As the protective gate had been broken, there was a clear way down. Pushing up on his hands, Kail carefully perched himself on the lip, feet swinging over the dangle down below. Moving the KX-60 rifle around to his chest, the mercenary sidled around to be above the bend, which hopefully would act as a makeshift slide.
Letting out a small breath and shaking his head, he counted to 3 in his head and edged forward until he was off and sliding down the pipe.

A damp musk hit him straight away and he could feel the slimy substance on his rear end as he slid down, around the bend and twisting around on his side to come to a stop in a shallow flood of water. In darkness, with only the pale moonlight from above coming in through the opening, Kail grimaced and stood, not daring to wipe himself down for fear of just what he had come through. The squeaks and scurrying footsteps of rodents greeted him.

Swinging the rifle back behind him, Kail reached into the bottom pocket of his armoured vest and pulled out one of 4 glow-rods. Cracking it between his hands, a pale red light started to emit from the rod and light up the tunnel he was in, casting an eerie glow around him. He couldn’t see much ahead except a dimming green light which he assumed was the singer. Not wanting to hang around in a foul smelling sewer pipe where any amount of waste, sewage or rainwater could flood through at any time, Kail began to gently traverse the pipe, stepping quickly across the slippery floor as not to stand on any unsuspecting rodent…or any other surprise…beneath his boots as he aimed for the light ahead, the only guide he had to get away from the chaos above.



[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Ambient green light flooded the curved duracrete walls as each step caused a little more of the darkness to evacuate his presence. Even some of the darker life-forms within the sewer shrank back from the illumination which was the intended dual purpose. He hadn't expected to end up here - and really no one but the maintenance workers ever did think about taking a stroll down the damp, murky, and mold covered sewage passages. The lengths he would take to evade capture from the actual port authority was the stuff of nightmares for the average Daplonite, much less a spacer who didn't enjoy the smell of rancid water and the remnants of Force knows what sticking to his leather jacket. How he found the will to sing was something unusual, but in Gates' mind he was still walking and talking. It wasn't much, but it was certainly enough. He had however stopped the solo act and had focused on trying to find a way out of this mess, leveling the glow rod against the walls, in search of something that would lead to the surface. He did however make the mistake of looking up in search of a sewer grate above.

"In the name of the Core..." Harland said in hushed mock reverence while he drew his glow rod back and forth at what was collected on the curved tunnel. Apparently what he thought to be an inhospitable dump alley for all the galactic trash the city could muster, was actually prime breeding ground for Diagona. While normally small in size, this one had been sucking down the cities filth for sometime and was resting upside down with its tentacles clasped to what could be called a roof. It startled Gates and he took a few measured steps away, keeping the light nearby. "Living garbage disposal." The things were handy at cleaning up a biological disaster, but when they got that big, they could really become an issue if they fancied a nice spacer for a meal. By the looks of it though, the creature was resting for right now. That's when Harland saw the dim red light around the corner, barely breaking it's luminescence into his part of the tunnel system. His mouth snapped shut and he tucked the glow rod into his inner jacket pocket while pulling out his pistol.

Someone had been following him, and he was leading them directly towards his location by aide of his glow-rod. Now tucked into the dark, he primed the pistol only to discover it was water-logged and would need to be dismantled and cleaned considerably before it could ever think of firing again. Fortunately his prey didn't know that, or at least he didn't think that he did. Crouching down, Gates pressed his shoulder against the wall and took a few small shuffles forward. The darkness enveloped him, but his heritage was a balm to his soul as the inherent night vision of his Nyriaanan heritage kicked in to give him a clear bead on the basic structure of where he was. That dim red light was getting brighter by the second, causing Gates to start silently counting. The grip of the weapon pressed into his leather clad palm while he held it at the ready.

Personally he didn't enjoy being followed without his knowledge - and especially when he suspected it was either one of the real port authority, or possible one of the three that was posing at it. He didn't suspect anyone else would be trekking down this way and coming after him. With the glow rod hidden beneath his jacket, the source of light they were most likely following had been doused. The singing and tones of his voice echoed no more. From their point of view, he either made it out of the sewers, or something or someone had gotten him. It was hard to say, but Gates wasn't weighing those options right now - he was trying to determine how to handle whoever would be coming around that corner.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

The green light had faded into nothingness up ahead, which meant the guy had either found a way out, hopefully, or found a dead-end, literally! Kail continued forward carefully, the SSX sidearm gripped firmly in his right hand. Yes, there was no ammunition to hand now after the fall but a pistol was a pistol and when faced with the barrel of such a weapon, you didn’t question anything except to submit and cooperate.

Drips of water softly echoed around the pipe as they dripped down from above, which must have been the Daplona River and so it was looking like they were heading into the city itself, which was good. It just meant Kail had to be careful which way to go so he didn’t get lost. Boots trudged through the slimy mess below as he came to a noticeable bend ahead. Holding the glow rod up and over his head, he brought the SSX up to head level so he could keep his eyes and trigger finger forward.

It went eerily quiet as he turned the corner, and aside from the musk and damp smell, there was something else – something…spiced? Something he had followed from the sewer entrance which was still there now.
Eyes darting around, Kail threw the glow rod ahead with a quick flick of his wrist. Red light bounced around the pipe as it came to rest a few yards away in a pool of sewer water.

Nothing could be seen.

”Someone smells a little too expensive to be down in a sewer I think. I’m not the enemy…I assure you…”

Kail slowly knelt down, the red light ahead steadily starting to fade before his eyes. A movement up ahead on the roof of the pipe was the last thing he noticed before it went dark.

”Feth.” His hands patted the vest he wore for another rod.


[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Seconds ticked by, seconds of his life he'd never get back. He didn't really want to relive this sewer adventure again, so it wasn't something he was worried about losing. Hal had never been one much for stealth, or a great experienced fighter. Jedi training aside, he wasn't calling on the Force these days, and he generally relied on what he could come up with on the spot. A quick mind and a quick shot - that is when his blaster actually worked. He'd have to improvise in this situation, but that was hardly news to the spacer. The cavernous sounds echoed with every shuffle and footstep taken nearby. His tracker's red glowrod became a larger flood-light in the tunnels, bouncing the red hue off of the duracrete walls until the slow progression was altered. End over end, the glowrod tumbled before it splashed down into one of the many puddles that littered the walkways. Most of the light now doused, unable to escape the refraction of the liquid it fell into, darkness crept back in - but not enough to keep Gates' eyes from the man coming around the bend.

Creatures scurried back and forth throughout the tunnels, their shrill squeaks and whistles bouncing off in the distance, and making their number seem larger than it was. The sounds of water dripping and other things not so easily picked out carried on around the man who began to kneel. Was he actually able to smell Gates in this sewer? The spacer didn't figure he would, but there were any number of people in the Galaxy whose biology could out-do a baseline any day of the Galactic week. Claiming he wasn't the enemy only meant that he was trying to put Hal at ease, and he was anything but at ease at the moment. Silence echoed back in response, not giving audible confirmation of his location or life to a man who he assumed to be baiting him. It was however a hard task to keep that lip zipped. [member="Kiskla Grayson"] could and would testify to that notion. Getting him to shut up was more or less a miracle at times.

"Do you know what a bolt does point blank?" Harland said breaking his uncanny silence for the space of about seven seconds, while his form came to the left side of Kail's head. The blaster barrel just gently dusting the dirty blond hairs of his cranium. The soft glow of green light illuminating a portion of the immediate area as the glowrod was pressed close to his Mt-14. Hal didn't let him answer the question though, instead finishing off the thought for him. "It makes a mess and wakes up the neighbors." In this case a galactic disposal that was about seven feet above their heads. "Hands." The next command was issued with a short clip to the word, as he drug the tip of his impotent weapon to the neck of the mercenary. He still didn't have a good enough look at him to understand who this man was. He also wasn't in a caring mood at this juncture.

Taking a measured step back, and keeping the rifle noted for the time being that rested over his back. He knew he couldn't really do anything against the rifle or a pistol. Hell a rock would be trouble for Gates right now with the blaster that had taken a dip. The man could bluff something fierce, but even he knew that he was going to have to sell this like he'd never spun a tale before.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kail wasn't sure if he heard the voice first or felt the barrel of a blaster in his head. Either way, he cursed silently and his eyes blinked for a fraction long enough to see the frustration of being caught.

Listening to the man speak, there was a lot of self-confidence and warmth to him, and not a hint of menace, which wasn't a bad thing, but also meant he was even more unpredictable. For one being hounded by police, he reckoned this one was a smuggler, pilot or gun-for-hire at best. Eyes focused ahead in the dark, the tinges of a green glowrod coming from the gunman, Kail held the SSX in his right hand and weighed up his options:

1) Either drop the weapon and submit which went against everything he stood for

or

2) Call his bluff with the pistol and hope he wasn't trigger happy

"Let's just take it easy, I'm not after trouble." Kail softly said, his voice eerily beginning to echo around the pipe.

He slowly stood, gently turning to face the man and raising his left arm up in surrender - before batting down with the arm against his gun, and bringing the SSX pistol to the mans chest. He couldn't make out much of the one before him, but the green glow cast a ghoslty look to his face, dark hair and stubble over a boyish, if somewhat dirty, face.

"Ok let's calm down shall we? You take a shot, I'll return the favour just as fast. It's not worth dying for pal - drop the gun."

With a pistol devoid of ammunition and standing below a city in a smelling sewer, Kail prayed he could take his way out of this as easily as he had got himself into it.


[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Matched and classed in both statue and build, the man that slowly turned to rise and present himself as demanded was in every way Gates' physical equal. Depending on the unknown background of Kail, Gates could either be at a stalemate, or entirely out of his league - but none of that really mattered as long as blasters were in play. There were few beings in the Galaxy that could swat away or shrug off a bolt between the lids without wearing some seriously powerful armor. This human before him was about as blaster proof as he was, and even though his piece wouldn't fire - the threat stood. Digits closed around the grip, while his wrist balanced on the curve of his wrist while the glowrod rested in the grasp of his non-dominant hand. His voice sounded familiar, the accent was unmistakable and extremely pronounced and distinct. He wasn't however attempting to place it at this current moment. His focus was on making sure that any of the weapons clipped or held on his person weren't coming into play.

"Funny thing about trouble - it tends to find me more than I look for it." Hal responded glibly while he silent sized up the man before him. The SSX pistol was noted quickly, judging it by sight alone. He'd never handled one of those, but it looked to be a straightforward blaster that was just about as point and click as it came. The unexpected and immediate attempt at knocking away his pistol normally would of earned a nice scorched hole right through the shoulder region of Kail's body. The unfortunate impossibility of the device to even deliver a squeak of power much less an actual fired bolt meant that it was taken down in quick succession. The SSX already came at more than point blank range, touching his sternum before he could even lift the pistol again. The man had reflexes, he'd give him that - if he lived to say anything else.

"No problem, man...no problem." Both hands raised in the slow rotation expected from a man pinned by the threat of a new chest cavity. This was the third time today someone had pointed a blaster at him, and it wasn't even mid-day. The right hand held up the pistol aimed towards the ceiling, the other captured the green glowrod. Blue eyes set on the face of Kail, studying his face from what he could make out. What he saw however made the rogue inwardly grin. He saw the squint - and thus he saw his advantage. "We're nice and calm." Gates answered back turning his left wrist and then immediately opening his hand a fraction more. The glowrod; the only source of light fell from his grip directly into the leather sleeve of his jacket, completely dousing it's illuminating affects. In the same instant his body turned to the left, letting the barrel race against his chest and out of range before he dropped his elbow. The resulting crash, coming down on the man's gun-hand enough to dislodge and wrestle control away. An immediate back-peddle was offered as he twisted the barrel of both guns directly onto Kail. His enhanced night vision giving him the distinct advantage again.

"Really getting tired of being held up today." The click of the SSX trigger was heard in the end of his speech's resonance but to no avail. His mouth began to form a 'O' shape before he glanced at the weapon and visually checked the missing cartridge. "Are you fething kidding me? You're gonna hold me up with no ammo?" He cursed and groaned shaking his head and giving a sigh. Both arms relaxed and he started to laugh, throwing his head back for the moment. "Oh man...you are my kind of stupid." Gates looked back at Kail with a smirk on his face and tossed him his gun, assuming he'd have enough training to catch it with what little ambient light was left from the tunnel's entrance. With his free hand he drew out the glowrod again, and let Kail see plainly that he was holstering his own pistol in his jacket. No need to actually make matters worse and show that he couldn't have fired either.

"Hey. You're that loudmouth from the bridge. Didn't you have that 'life' thing to get back to?" He asked using his fingers for air quotes as he took a step forward - immediately in a far better mood than he was just seconds ago.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

The green glow from the rod was enough to distract him for that split-second; the blurred light forced his eyes to close away from the sharp colour that the quick-thinking scoundrel had flashed before him, shining from his jacket.

A gasp of slight pain came from Kail, but not as loud as the other gasp of pain that followed from being disarmed in a quick move that nearly broke his wrist. His knee buckled as the disorientation hit him and then there was nothing except the green glow around the tunnel, and the fact his SSX had gone into the hand of the other.

He turned slowly, a furious look on his face; partly with himself and partly with the self-assured man before him. And even his words were goading him, and when he heard the click of the SSX, Kail felt a flourish of relief in the fact this man actually had tried to pull the trigger! Keeping his hands up where they could be seen, there was no point going for the rifle, it wouldn't be worth the effort when both men now knew where they stood - and Kail didn't have the upper hand.

As the man talked, he rubbed the corners of his eyes gently, blinking to get rid of those annoying spots flashing in his vision. "Dirty trick."

His eyes darted over to see his weapon tucked away, and then up to meet his eyes. He slowly reached for his SSX, one hand raised in acceptance of their mutual ceasefire. Not that there was any fire to cease, but the intention was there between both of them. He slipped the useless pistol down into the holster on his right thigh, never taking his eyes off the man.

"Well, I was on my way to my "life" that happens to pays well, until you brought the entire Daplona security force onto the bridge. So thanks. What was all that about?"

There was only the green glow between them, and the omnious gurling sound of the sewer water and inhabitants as company.

"And do you mind getting us out here since you led us in?"



[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Dirty trick for a dirty sewer - not that he'd known many clean sewers to exist, but such was the life of a rogue. Kail seemed to be just as rough and tumble as he was, but perhaps not as much of a sarcastic bloke. Gates picked up that little gem early and it had shaped his personality all the more while he traveled through the star systems. People like Kail were more about being business all the time, and Hal had decided long ago that he still needed to enjoy the things he did, else his mood would sour and he'd spend all his hard earned credits on a few bantha races and be right back on the poor side of the Galaxy. He'd never lose his ship, never gamble it away, so at least he had a hold on that. Fishing out a second glow rod, Hal stepped forward and handed it over towards the human.

"Let's take a look around together, there should be a ladder of sorts somewhere down these tunnels." His footpath shifted to the right, heading down the part of the tunnel he'd been walking towards when they had ran into each other. Drawing the light up and down the duracrete cylinder they both found themselves in. It was a murky foul smelling place that neither really wanted more face time with than they possibly had to. Daplona was above them, that much was sure, but neither was packing the kind of firepower needed to blow a hole in the street above for a quick exit. They would have to find the ones pre-made and they would have to find them together. "Word to the wise...don't get eaten." His glow rod shifted and pointed in a moving arc across the tentacled form of the living garbage disposal still slumbering. A wave of his hand gave the indication of where they needed to be heading, though Hal was only guessing at this point.

"Port authority wasn't after me actually. They probably are now, but the three you saw me trading shots with - those weren't official." Hal explained while he walked, occasionally kicking the stuffing out of another rat like creature that got in his way. "Figure whoever sent me to deliver the package also didn't want to leave a trail behind. Couldn't just grab me mid-day, had to make it look official, but their costumes were rushed - and I can spot a real fed a kilometer away." He'd been a Jedi at one point and was a quick study of just about anyone - but he still new a government or police official when he saw one. They were distinctive, and they were not known for deviation. "That's the cities problem now, deal with those laser-brains." He offered a shrug and kept on walking. They hadn't found an exit yet, and the tunnel just kept getting longer and longer, winding this way and that. It was an impressive interconnected system, but he couldn't exactly stop to admire it either. Not that he would.

"So what about you. You in the removal business as it were?" Hal had done some mercenary work here and there - he never enjoyed it, and rarely accepted the offer. He'd pick up and drop off passengers the Galaxy over before he'd settle for something so -- uncivilized. Gates was no stranger to violence or battle, but he felt the task of actually taking out a target to be quite cowardly. He'd much rather face them head on and risk the job than take pot shots anonymously. There were however times when that was necessary. "Done it myself a few times, really couldn't make a career of it." He offered in an absent fashion before the glow of green reflected something halfway close to shiny. Knuckles wrapped the durasteel in front of him making a semi-hollow ringing. "I'll be Kesseled." Hal exclaimed as he tested the sturdy rungs, even after all these years. Raising his glowrod up higher to see that it would lead to a sewer grate above them.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kail didn't have a reason not to trust this guy, he was after all no danger, but it didn't stop his defences being up. What's the worst that could happen, really? Extending his hand he took the glowrod and fell in behind the rogue, eyes sweeping around the sewer listening to him talk.

It was a relief to Kail not to be directly involved in trouble, he'd had enough of that recently and glad that not everyone he encountered was a hostile or being with a score to settle. He grimaced to himself as he stepped over a mound of...well, he wasn't sure what it was, but it looked it like was moving slowly.

He wanted to speak up about the nature of work this rogue was in, but he continued to listen as he continued to talk, actually enjoying brief company of another human. He sounded a lot like they were on the same page, be it looking at it from different angles.

Kail was about to answer when they came across the durasteel cover, hopefully something that would lead towards the city, but of course there was the grim thought about what was lying on the other side that would come down once it was opened. He raised the glowrod higher to have a look as he spoke.

"Yeah. Sort of a problem eliminator." That was a title he liked.

"Pretty much grew up around others like me so it's natural to me I guess. Not really known another way, but it doesn't mean it's something I relish. I mean I do enjoy my work, but...career prospects seem a little empty."

A low rumble caused Kail to turn his head, standing a little below the rogue as he inspected the cover. It soon went. That was too creepy.

"You want to hurry up with that...there's something down here. Apart from us."


[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Freedom took many forms in many situations -- though rarely was it in the form of five durasteel bent rods protruding from a permacrete sewer shaft and the manhole cover overhead. Still, freedom was freedom and one he'd take. Never would he let it be said though that he didn't lead an interesting life. Sure he'd had to endure some hard times, but they made for some excellent stories later on. It never ceased to amaze the spacer how much he could go through, and still come out with that smile on his face. There were of course times when he was dead serious, but he preferred to live a more worry free life than to put all the cares and hopes of a Galaxy on his shoulders. That was precisely what he'd signed up for when he'd been inducted into the Order. Notably, his exodus from that mantra ridden gaggle of glowstickers was another form of freedom he'd enjoyed in his life thus far. At the current moment though, he was banking on this situation being one of the times he was most thankful for.

"Hard to move up the corporate....ladder." He said, as his hands gripped the rungs of his self-evident pun, drawing himself up further. Once he had enough leverage, Gates kicked his feet up and one boot found purchase at the start of the notch heel in his boot to the durasteel below. That's when that gurgling sound echoed through the cavernous tunnel. "Yeah, we best be getting up and outta here before we meet whatever that belongs to." Hal said placing the glowrod between his teeth and grabbing both rungs above him and starting to climb. Thankfully the alcove that hosted these rungs was not in the direct path of the slime and scum that coated the sewer, thus making them far easier to grip. Just a couple of feet more and his hand pressed against the manhole above his head, giving it a hard shove, he started to dislodge the heavy street lid. A grunt was given as he put his other foot on a rung higher and then drew himself up. His shoulder socket protesting bit before the lid rose and he immediately slid it to the side to give a gape above. Light instantly flooded the sewer below and he unceremoniously spit out the glow rod in his mouth. A breath of fresh air was taken as he gave a small sigh and looked down over his shoulder at Kail. "Clearer skies up ahead."

Using his other arm, Hal pushed aside the manhole cover and slowly peaked his head out. He wasn't one to be run over by a transport in the middle of the street if he could help it. They didn't however put the maintenance sewers right in the middle of heavy transport traffic. Bright light flooded his eyes and he blinked hard to get a hazy view of the situation. There were more than a few eyes looking back from local produce stands as he started to hoist himself out of the sewer and to the side of the duracrete alley that it emptied out into. Getting to his knees, he turned back and offered his hand down towards Kail to help pull the man up and get out of the pathway. The grumbling sound was coming again, and louder this time. Hal had finally figured out what the noise was however - a fresh supply of sewage that was about to be driven down the tunnels. The pair would have been swept down river right back out into the open waters had they stayed there much longer. Once up and out of that pit, Gates kicked the manhole cover closed and rested his back against the stone wall behind him. His hand sympathetically moving to his sore shoulder joint as he slowly rotated his other arm.

"All the modern tech of our day, and that is still the best we can come up with for an access tunnel." The pilot griped while his coral gaze moved from Kail to where they were situated at. Daplona city had a host of shops, and villages within it's borders. It was after all the Captial of the planet, and boasted the best of what this floating orb had to offer. He was simply hoping for a breather after that annoyance; one that still caked his clothes and some of his skin. Of all the things he immediately wanted, the pairing of a refresher and santizer was at the top of his to-do list. "You have a contact in this city? Seems mine has run off with the goods, and I don't think he's willing to spot me a room right now." Gates had his ship of course, but there was no way in the nine Corellian hells that he was going to sit in the Goose wearing sewage as a fashion statement.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

As the self-assured rogue started up the ladder, Kail detected the urgency in how fast he moved. Tapping his fingers on his leg in a slight panic, itching to move, he flitted his head between watching the rogue move up the ladder, and then right into the darkness where the rumbling, gurgling sound was coming from.

"Come on come on..." No time to lose!

Light filtered down and Kail didn't hesitate to grab the rungs and climb upwards towards the street where the rogue was waiting, luckily not sealing him in or doing a runner. Hand stretched down, the mercenary grabbed it and allowed himself to be helped out onto Daplona street.

The fresh air hit him and he savoured the coolness hitting his face and his lungs; gone was that rancid smell from the sewer. Now, only their clothes hung onto it. Great. Looking around at the sprawling city, Kail moved beside the rogue to keep this back to wall as he listened.

"What goods are those? And does it look like I have contacts? No, I only have a cell on Tatooine - everything else is improvisation on my part."

Kail gently tapped the back of his head on the cold wall behind them, nose wrinkling at the smell. He turned his head and extended his hand.

"Kail Ragnar. "


[member="Harland Gates"]