Take Off The Mask

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric stayed quiet.

He wasn't angry at Xo for her words, for trying to push his buttons. That was part of their game, that was how they played, he understood it. He was angry at her because she refused to get out of his office and find Danger. There was work that needed to be done, and she needed to do it. Having her trounce about his office in displays of sex appeal and knife play did him no good.

Finally, in exasperation he left his place at the head of his desk. He walked around the large Wroshyr tree desk. He stepped up beside her, his face still that motley mixture of anger and stark determination that he only got when he was upset.

His hand reached out, touching her.

She didn't flinch, she simply thought she'd won again, a smug smirk crossed her face and she looked at him with a sultry smile. Alric didn't respond, he simply remained quiet, looking at her as if he was intent on silencing her his own way.

His palm started just below her midriff, laying there for only a second before slowly sneaking upwards, pulling the blouse form her skirt.

Alric didn't bother undoing any of the buttons, instead his hand braced against the skin, pushing lightly into her flesh while his forearms ripped off button after button of her of her blouse. His head moved closer to her neck with every passing second, appearing about to kiss her. His palm sailed over her chest, feeling for just a split second. His lips came near her ear, and then suddenly he jerked.

With immense strength born of weight training and bar room fist fights Alric grasped Xo's throat, picking her up and inch off where she sat on the desk and slamming her down onto the heavy wood.

The table rattled as she came crashing down, the pieces of the Dejarik board shaking and falling by the wayside. The computer with the ships plans went falling the the ground, he eyed it, the remembered the plans were held elsewhere. His face immediately moved above hers as he pinned her by the throat to the desk, immense strength keeping her in place as one pink hand shot up to grasp his forearm. Alric stared into the Zeltrons eyes, gaze fierce.

“Find her.” His tone was ice cold, just like the blade resting against his skin.

 

[Xochilt]

Xo would bare the bruises on her throat. Alric would have a fine line of red against his. Either way, pheromones were blazing in a heady concoction of desire and his sweet sweet rage.

Oh her back would be hurting and parts of her body would be protesting the rough treatment; but she liked it like that. She got to him, even this -- this -- was a victory in it of itself.

They both knew it.

"She's on Tatooine." she would grin, pink bare shoulders rolling along with that mammaquita. That shiv would press just a hair deeper, and those alabaster brows would perk in a knowing expression.

"I knew it was only a matter of time, bao bay -- before you'd be curious where the little trade pigeon had flown to." Like she was going to ignore the little interesting confession he'd told her four days ago. No, whatever happened to get him riled up then was enough to warrant some poking around Miz Arceneau herself.

"How curious though..." she would give a slow blink, just as her bare leg would start to slide up against his left thigh. Every inch it rose would bare another creamy inch of bare skin as the hemline would lift.

"Some say they could have sworn she made her way here."

Brows would perk again, and she would lick her lips, pearly white teeth nibbling over the fullness of the lower in growing anticipation.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Blood trickled from his throat, but he didn't particularly care.

Tatooine.

It made sense. It was where she was from, where she had grown up. He knew that much about her, and Xo wouldn't have lied to him about this, not now. She knew she had already won this section of the game, and that would be enough for her. Alric didn't care right now, he would kick himself later. For now there was a more...Dangerous(hehehe) game to play.

He held Xo in place for a moment more, his hand tightening on her throat. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, his tongue dashing into her mouth and the blade poking deeper into his skin for a few seconds causing blood to spill down the Zeltrons hands.

A little bacta would patch that up before he left.

“You're a doll.” Alric said as he lifted himself up and away from her, grasping her by the throat still and lifting her up and off the desk. The Carsunum and pheromones didn't even seem to touch him, his mind was on a single track, and although he felt slightly dizzy, his thoughts had never been more on point.

He let go of her at the crux of lifting her letting her stumble off and away from the desk for a few moments. Her blade caught the fabric of his shirt, but didn't touch his skin again.

“Off you go.” Alric said as he walked back around the desk away from her. “I have a trip to plan.”

 

[Xochilt]

With the sweet satisfaction of knowing she won, XoChitl would lift herself up off the desk. A quick adjustment of her shirt would bring back some modesty; although to be frank there wasn't a tinge of modesty the Zeltron would ever show.

"Forgive me if I'll leave you alone to your little venture," she'd purr out with a coo, amusement in her eyes as she would wipe the beads of crimson from the edge of her shiv.

"But I'll do without dealing with the sand and heat." her eyes would flicker over to Alric, well aware his mind was elsewhere already. Oh he was focused.

Tsk tsk.

"Don't do anything stupid." Her tone would lose its slight edge of smug victory. That was her parting gift, a bit of advice.

Too bad he was far too enthralled by his insulted honor to really heed it.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

She was right.

He didn't listen.

As soon as Xo left Alric rounded the table, noticing that his little scuffle had once again knocked the HRD's leg out from beneath the heavy wood. He let out a sigh in exasperation, collapsing into his massive leather chair in a sign of complete discomfort and exhaustion.

He knew what he had to do now. He knew what his goal had to be and how would achieve I, but it would be difficult. Alrics eyes shot up towards the ceiling of the room, his gaze falling on the portrait there. He scowled, thinking about that Woman and what she had done. Why did she have to be so difficult? Why couldn't she have just come on her own? Now he had to find her.

He had to go to that worthless ball of sand and show her how someone should do things.

Alric leaned over towards his desk, tapping a command prompt on the small holo-screen. Almost instantly a call came up to the desk just outside his office, his secretary. “Margerie. Please prepare my ship, have it stocked with bottles of water, and take out my summer suit.”

He sounded far more calm then he felt, there was no reason to be mean to Margerie.

“Oh.” Alric said as he spotted the HRD's body. “And send up Neal.”

The line ended, and Alric punched his desk. Curse that woman!

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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The Jundland Wastes.

In the native parlance, "Jundland" meant "No Man's Land".

And it wasn't.

It is a dry, hot, and rocky region that was located between the Northern Dune Sea and the Western Dune Sea. It is a remote area that largely consisted of a number of canyons that wound their way around a number of large mesas near the Dune Sea. Several layers of rocks within the Wastes were tilted indicating graben formations. They also contained magnetic deposits which obscured sensors.

Here one would find the nomadic Tusken Raiders and the Jundland Waste Womp rat, among every manner of scum and villainy who would use this area to hide from the galaxy at large. Here the rules were made by the draw of a blaster, by the threat of a name.

For Danger Arceneau, the only daughter of August and Collette Arceneau -- may Inari the Reviver hold them in her blessing -- this arid treacherous place was simply home.

Her sanctuary.

Ain't no other place she knew like the back of her hand. Tatooine, a hot piss poor planet of the Outer Rim it may be, but it was her home. And in here she felt more comfortable than any Spira resort.

Here she could blend in. In here, she could simply disappear. Her daddy done did that when he carved out a stronghold along the Jungland canyons, rigging it up and added to by Danger's hand after he passed.

There weren't no high heels here. No slather of red lipstick. No tight corseted dress to emphasize her curves. In there stead, her closest companions were a pair of polarized goggles, a face mask, and her two Ambassador pistols.

Closed out with no way of communicating with the galaxy, this was where Dangeruese went to get away. Back to her roots.

And woe to any who would go stumbling like a fool to find her.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Woe would not be in the wheel house for the man that came to find Dangeruese Rose Arceneau, at least not yet. Not as he came stumbling into the blind heat of Mos Eisley dressed in a fine well tailored black suit with a white button up shirt and a black tie. His face a painting in the expression of frustration and his throat still bearing a slight scar from where a blade had cut him not a day ago. At the moment of his departure from the ship Alric felt no woe, in fact he barely felt the heat of Tatooines twin suns, all he could feel was the slowly bubbling rage that had been with him since yesterday.

In his blind anger towards the Trade Queen of the galaxy, Alric Kuhn had made the decision to chase her down, and chase her down he would.

He had come far.

From Coruscant to Tatooine was a journey that not many would make, especially not for something as petty as this, but for Alric, it was personal. She had made it personal, and she would be made to understand exactly what she did wrong. His face scrunched in a slight expression of anger, and with a scowl he looked about the space port.

Alric Kuhn had never been to Tatooine, he had never been to the Outer Rim in fact. Oh he was no stranger to the underworld of the galaxy, to the seedy bars and even seedier individuals he would find here. Nar Shaddaa and the Coruscant Undercity had been his nightlife for the better half of a decade now, but Tatooine was different. There wasn't only crime, there was a whole lot of...nothing, here, and Alric Kuhn had never experienced nothing.

His eyes darted around the spaceport, his hand clutching a single water bottle, no blaster and only the clothes on his back with the sunglasses on his face. He wished he had taken a detachment of soldiers and the prototypes for the new fighter, they would do well here.

With a scowl, he made his way towards the nearest Cantina.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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[ Ain't much to look at, but folks were saying its gotten the Raiders all kinds of spooked. ]

The deep drawl bass of a male voice belonged to Flynn, an old coot with enough weathered skin that would make him look a good twenty years older than his thirty two. Not that he minded, he made his home here out in the desert, working with the Arceneau's long since he could remember. His daddy done it, and his daddy's daddy. Just good business, t'was. And there ain't saying that Miz Arceneau wasn't a woman who'd treat unkindly.

[ Got some scouting parties heading over. Talked to the Jawa clans and there's been word of something they found. But you know how they are, they'd savage gold tooth out of their own mother if they could make a quick buck. ]

It was the daily report, coming through one of those old frequency radios that were often too big for their own good and almost four times as old as her. But they did their job, considering traditional means of comm were non existent out here. Granted, likely she could invest Browncoat Industries to find something a bit more useful; but she found herself attached to that bucket of rust and bolts much like she did for her daddy's guns.

Tradition. Honor. Pride of ownership. There were a few things her momma and daddy done taught her, and those three were high on the list.

Staring out in the the setting twin suns, Danger would be an altogether different sight. Those who know the Trade Queen would likely not peg the woman in comfortable tanned breeches, beige button up shirt, and hair tied up in a ponytail to be the owner of a company that spanned the near entirety of the Galaxy.

The glow of the setting suns would glint over her lightly tanned face, the lack of artifice highlighting the light smattering of freckles that would drizzle over her nose and cheeks. A redhead's bane one would call 'em, a blemish she'd hide with cosmetics.

Flynn's voice would drawl on, giving her more on the Exchange, payouts from Tenloss's and Brightstar's Casino's on planet that were her share, and the local gossip.

[ -- Kuhn was flagged on the Identi-scanner ]

What-huh?

Danger would swivel her head towards the large contraption, a scowl forming in confusion.

"What you say Flynn?"

[ Got an Alric Kuhn that done flagged up here. 'Lisha had him done marked for movement, pinged down at Mos Eisley's spaceport. Figured that if it got a flag from 'Lisha then likely done came from you. ]

Nek take it.

Her lips would draw thing.

[You want me to pick him up and bring 'em round? Could get Bara'ta to -- ]

"No." her curt voice would strip the paint off the walls.

"Don't want him calling at my door. You keep 'em busy and on his merry way. I want him gone, Flynn."

Her nostrils would flare, and she'd bring her arms up over her chest. There was a vulnerable look that passed over her eyes.

"You hear me? Gone."

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric Kuhn didn't stop to take in the sunset of Tatooine, no, he was a man on a mission. The Cantina he found was by no means a nice one, though it was apparently somewhat famous around these parts for containing the greatest hive of villainy and scum this side of the galaxy.

He was fine with that, he liked villainy and scum.

Alric stepped into the Cantina and was immediately noted by the denizens to be the only man on the entirety of Tatooine wearing a suit. The music stopped playing for a sudden moment as the band halted to observe this idiot, though at the urging of the barman they started up only seconds later. Conversation slowly started up again as Alric looked through the place, eying several people who stared at him.

There was all sorts in here her noted. Twi'leks, Trandoshans, Wookiees, and oddly even Sullustan. He could have sworn they hated desert planets. Frowning, Alric made his way to the bar, keenly aware that nearly everyone was keeping an eye on him. To these people, only a fool or a dangerous man would wear something like that.

Too bad Alric was the former.

The barman approached Alric as he walked towards the bar, his face gruff and scarred, an eye patch laying over the right half of his face. Alric studied him for a moment, his glasses reading out several things as he did so. A frown settled on Alrics face, though before the man could speak the CEO of Titan already cut him off. “Two things. One, Blue milk.”

He liked blue milk, it was a childhood drink, and Tatooine supposedly had the best and freshest.

“Two, Danger Arceneau.”

The music stopped again.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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It unnerved her. Why was he here?

The question would percolate in her mind, festering like maggots in her brain. Round and round they would go, playing a terrible game of assumptions, concerns, and worries. Flashbacks of guttural syllables -- Alles...

Nek take it!

Her mind would drop down a mental blast door to that, banishing those thoughts. With an angry jerk, Danger would grab a hold of a bottle of whiskey from the small simple pourstone bar. She didn't even bother with a glass. There wasn't anyone to impress with pleasantries out here. Just her and her men that secured the stronghold facility.

A curse would fall from her lips, her free hand coming up to start to unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse. It was a hot one today, her eyes squinting out into the bright light of the afternoon suns.

Moving to the balcony, the redhead would swipe at a small datapad, taking it along with her towards a red c-shaped couch close to the edge. She'd sink onto it, tossing the datapad out in front of her with a small thump. Hands would move to open the bottle, and a small pop would give her a small satisfaction just before she took a swig.

The fiery liquid would fill her mouth and down her gullet, sinking into a pool of heat that would steel nerves.

It didn't matter what Kuhn was here for. It could be for any matter of things. She'll wait on word from Lisha with Six. Other than that -- Another swig of Whyren's went down as she would reach to grab the datapad. It contained information of the entirety of Arceneau Trade, Mara TibX, Browncoat Arms, Haven Shipyards, and Mohc Extractives, but most importantly the Umpathia system and mines.

Not to mention that bit of information earlier on from Flynn about something that had been stiring the Raiders down south.

She had better things to do.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

The barkeep yelled at the band once again, screaming at them to earn their pay.

If they stopped playing every time some idiot came into the bar directly looking for Danger Arceneau...well this was actually the first time that happened but the principal of the matter was rather obvious. The man shot Alric an indignant look, the way that the CEO of Titan Industries had posed his request were not very welcome in here.

A little bit of kindness went a long way, but Alric didn't have time for kindness.

The man reached under the bar and took out a semi-clean glass, then reached again and pulled out a bottle of blue milk. Thankfully he didn't pour it into the glass.

“Why would a man like you be looking for Miss Arceneau?”

The man said the name with a great deal of respect in his tone, indicating to Alric that he clearly knew Danger, or knew of her at least. He frowned slightly, picking up the bottle of Blue Milk and taking a sip. As he suspected it tasted exactly as he remembered from childhood. Not all that surprising considering how rich he had been, likely he had been drinking Blue Milk directly from Tatooine for years anyway.

His frown redirected towards the barkeep. “We have business.”

That was all he said, Those that overheard him grin liked fools, shaking their head and muttering things about a death warrant and not messing with the Queen of Trade. The barman simply eyed Alric before continuing on, clearly not liking the looks of him or any of the "business" that Alric may have had with Danger Arceneau.

“Try the Holo-listings, I hear she's in there.”

Alric shot the man a look that told of oncoming violence, something that was thankfully stopped by a man dressed in what appeared to be some sort of desert garb coming up to talk to Alric tapping him on the shoulder to catch his attention.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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Updates were that Browncoat Arms and Industrial were doing well in the mining and salvage sector. The biggest coo came with the new cortosis mines on Umphathia.

A glimpse of her datapad gave her the information that Alisha and the other scouting crew managed to glean from their subsequent visit and commandeering of the moon and asteroid belt.


Name: Umphathia
Region: Outer Rim
System: Umpha System
Suns: 1 (White)
Orbital Position: Habitable Zone, position 3
Moons:

• Valko (The Hive) – The fractured prison moon of Umphathia.
• Goliath Asteroid Field – The scattered asteroid field that covers almost the entire space around the planet (caught in a gravity field between the moon, planet and sun.)
• Mantoid Asteroid Belt – The ring of asteroids caught in Umphathia’s gravity.

Coordinates: I-17 (near Vassek)
Rotational Period: 126 Standard Hours
Orbital Period: 2,367 Standard Days

Class: Terrestrial, 4x the size of Earth
Diameter: 51, 024km
Atmosphere: Type I to Umphathi, Type IV to other species due to radiation levels
Climate: Dry heat covers the planet after massive radioactive meteors struck the surface. Radioactive dust storms and freak acid rain are common occurrences (radiation levels being so high during these events that even the natives are forced to retreat to safety).
Gravity: Standard
Primary Terrain: The planet is a mix of mountainous rocky regions and flat deserts (mountains being the greater of the two). Asteroid impact sites can be spotted in multiple places throughout the planet and are usually highly radioactive.

Native species: Umphathi (sole surviving species)
Immigrated species: none
Primary languages: Um’
Government: Theocratic Insectoid Caste System (ruled by the “Grand Collection” )
Population: 700 million (and rising)
Demonym: Umphathi
Major cities:
New Nest (Capital) – a insectoid hive built into a crater in the ground

The inhabitants of the New Nest were grateful for Arceneau Trade company dealing with the rogue pirate gangs that had taken over the moons. Trade contracts and new business deals would see to the purchase of the territory in trade for an obcene amount of credits, protection through Arceneau's Security, guaranteed jobs within the company, and a discounted price on all goods.

The next step was in the formation of a small trade station. She also wanted to focus on scouting the rest of the moons and asteroid belt. Perhaps there were other ores and fuels to discover.

Anything was possible.

It was a great way to keep her mind busy, and away from him.

Flynn would do good. He always did. He was always the best welcome party anyways.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric looked at the man who had tapped him on the shoulder, his gaze falling on his slightly lanky and elder, yet muscular form.

The CEO of Titan raised an eyebrow at the man, though he wasn't about to call him any names. They stared at one another for a few moments, the bar tender looking awkwardly between the two. It was an interesting exchange, and it seemed that both men seemed to be sizing each other up. The other man was the first to crack, the first to speak.

“So you're lookin' for Arceneau eh?”

The man appeared to be in his late fifties, perhaps even older, yet there was an air of experience about him that Alric found somewhat reassuring.

His annoyance quickly built however as he realized that he was wasting precious time. The longer he stood in this Cantina chatting with the locals the longer he would have to wait to find Danger. No doubt she was somewhere on this world, Xo was rarely wrong, but Tatooine was a big place, and worse, it was a big place filled with nothing. Finding her here wouldn't be needed, hence why he had come into this cantina.

“Yes.” He answered curtly.

“You won't find her here.”

The man said something that he was interested in, confirming his suspicion that Danger wasn't in Mos Eisley. Alric perked up slightly, listening to the man.

“Oh sure her company is here, but she ain't. Taking care of business elsewhere I imagine.”

Alric nodded as if he knew exactly what the man was talking about. Such was not the case of course, but he was eager to get this conversation over with so he could actually reach Danger. The sooner he did, the sooner he could find his way off this planet and back to civilization.

“I can help ya find her...for a price.”

Now things were getting interesting.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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Another swig of the bottle would pass her lips. It was dry information she was reading, but it would do. It had to. Never mind the subtle reminders that would take her back to that which she was trying to avoid. A grimace came to her face at the tenderness in far more delicate areas hidden away under clothing.

Okay, just ignore it. Move on. Back to the Umphathi...

Her eyes would fall to read more information about them and the local area. Major imports... Hmm.



Major imports: Food Stuffs, Medical Supplies, Life Support Systems, Neranium
Major exports: Cortosis, Bounty Hunters, Mercenaries,
Affiliation: N/A

Culture:
The culture of the Umphathi revolves around productiveness of the individual and contribution to the well being of the whole. Due to the nature of their planets radiation, the species has had to rely on scavenging and other trades to make due. Due to this way of life, it became second nature for each individual to give back to the whole species even if they did not take part in operations planned by the paramounts. Even when an individual decides to break off from the rest of the species, the individual will return on a scheduled basis to give the species something from his --


-- Exploits.

His exploit. His anger. His rage.

Danger glanced up from the datapad back to the bright blue sky, seeing the waves of heat rise in the horizon. Would he tell? It had been four days.

Worry tightened her gut. Maybe she should contact Alisha, figure out what Six found out?

No.. no. Just leave it be. Wait.

With a sigh she would pick up her datapad again to continue to read.


The caste system of the species is quite simple and easy to understand. The top of the caste system are the Paramounts, a physically inferior race of the species that composite with increased force sensitivity and high brain functions that make them near super computers. The second, and last class, is what are referred to as “subjects” in the culture of the Umphathi, but have been nicknamed “Jailers” by the rest of the galactic community. The Paramounts are able to process thousands of telepathic connections at a single time, while the average Umpathi is only able to comprehend handfuls at a time. For this reason, Paramounts organize operations carried out by the species while the Jailers do the hands on work. The Paramounts, who are in much shorter supply than the Jailers, come together in a hivemind like fashion when making decisons for the species as a whole or when dealing with diplomatic relations.

The majority of operations carried out by the Umphathi are based around scavenging, slaving, selling, piracy and their most famous endeavor, jailing. Individuals who go out to roam the galaxy alone tend to dive into mercenary work and bounty hunting but there is the occasional humanitarian or advisor. The species is not inherently violent or hostile by nature, but this stereotype has not seized do to their frequent choices of employment. It is hard for some to wrap their mind around the idea that the Umphathi do not care how collections and individuals choose to serve the species, only that they DO serve the species.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

“Name it.” Alric said as soon as the man spoke. He didn't care how much he had to pay, he didn't care about how much money he had to throw around. This was to see her to pay her a piece of his mind. She would learn what she had done. “Now.”

The man looked taken aback for a few seconds, but then nodded.

Anyone else within the bar may have shot Alric for his tone, but the old man seemed to appreciated the CEO's forwardness and instead began to count things off in his head, likely equipment list and all of that. Alric took a single sip of his Blue-Milk, then waited for the man to name is price.

“One hundred thousand Credits.”

The number was steep, far too steep to find one woman, but Asari gave the man a placid look. There was no hint of outrage or discernible anger, aside from that what he wore thanks to Danger. Truthfully, the man could have said any figure short of a million and Alric would have payed it with no questions asked.

He needed to find her. “Done.”

The man looked at him, eying his clothing and then once again nodded.

Clearly the old man had no doubts that Alric could actually afford the sum, and he was more than happy to take the business man for a sucker. After all, everyone on Tatooine knew Danger Arceneau, if Alric had simply looked around he probably could have found someone cheaper...but less reliable.

“I need an hour to get supplies. Meet me at the spaceport.”

Alric took another sip of his milk.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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Danger would read more about the Umparthi. She managed to keep herself busy, reading and allowing the whiskey to numb her nerves and lighten her head.

Browncoat arms would be setting up the new trade station there, however this one would be more focused towards mining and salvaging. Already reports were coming in of the first work crew that had been sent in. They would continue to mine the cortosis, setting up safety precautions, conducting survey's, and also making sure everything was up to snuff.
It wouldn't bode well for Mohc, Browncoat, or Mara TibX if things went wrong.

​It would be a slow build up, but necessary to do it right. There were no shortcuts in this. Her daddy done taught her right.

A sigh would fall from her mouth, and then she would go leaning back into the couch. Even after all August Arceenau had done to her and [member="Noxu Za'tire"], he was still her daddy. He may be six feet under now, but at the very least she could say he tried his best with her and had her best interests at heart.

She wouldn't be where she was now if it weren't for him.


Technology: The planet has many technologies that are on par with the rest of the galaxy but recent innovations have been made in weaponry and environment suits that have yet to be seen by the galaxy at large.
History:
Umphathia was largely unheard of before the darkness, not being colonized until the outbreak of the gulag plague despite its vast veils of green and blue oceans. When the first human colonists arrived on the planet, the native species was in an unknown (but presumably semi-sentient) phase of development. Due to the secluded nature of the planet and the fact that none of the colonists who traveled to Umphathia were infected, the planet prospered. For decades after the plague, the planet survived with its human immigrants creating large walled cities and multiple towns.

Good fortune would not last; however, as an asteroid shower came forth from the unknown regions and into the Umpha System. The first asteroid was also the largest, comparable in size to a small continent. Luckily for the planet, the behemoth asteroid struck the southern hemisphere of the moon, destroying the asteroid and fragmenting the moon in the process. The resulting chunks of debris rained down on the planet, or stayed in orbit, but were followed close behind by a storm of radioactive meteors and asteroids. For days the planet was pelted with mineral rich, but highly radioactive rocks. Fire washed across the surface and rock drove deep into the ground to create gapping radioactive craters.

In the end, nothing on the ground survived and the human colonists were dead from either the impacts or resulting radiation. Some cities still stood, but they would be left uninhabited for more than a century as radioactive climate changes ravaged the planet and killed anything that dare travel to the surface. When the dust settled and the climate had “stabilized”, the Umphathi emerged from their underground hives and into the world. What awaited them was now a dark grey wasteland, plagued by radiation and loss of the ability to grow anything of value from the soil on the ground. From space, large portions of the ground glow a mysterious colors from unknown radioactive materials from the asteroids.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

An hour later Alric stood where he had been told to go.

There was a credit chit in his pocket alongside the water bottle in his hand, one for twenty five thousand. He may have been angry at the moment, pissed off, but he wasn't an idiot. He wasn't just going to throw a pile of money at this man before he got to Danger, that wouldn't only be stupid, it would likely be a death warrant.

The old man showed up in a broken down speeder with a scarf around his face and a pack of supplies in the back seat. Alric raised an eyebrow, looking at the scarf and then the broken down, ratty looking speeder.

He could understand the demand for money now.

“Here.”

The old man said tossing Alric a scarf that looked very similar to his own. Alric grabbed it out of the air, looking down at the dirty oil smudged rag. He was about to protest when the man spoke.

“Unless you want to eat a pile of Sand, I suggest you put it on.”

Alric scowled, but nodded.

No time to protest, no time to argue, he had to find her, confront her, and push her face into a goddamn pile of bricks.

Okay, perhaps that was too much, but he would yell at her. “Where is she?”

Alric said as he began to wrap the scarf around his face. Seconds later he climbed into the old speeder, placing himself down in a creak of springs and odd metal scratching against itself. The old man looked over towards Alric, then shook his head.

“Jundland Wastes.”

There was a hint of fear in that tone.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

T A T O O I N E
J U N D L A N D W A S T E S

There were a few things she'd have to get done first. First if not foremost, figure out how to get in with an audience with the Fringe High Lords.

That was going to be a doozy.

At the very least, she also already had new areas of expansion to start from. The acquisition of PharmaTech opened up areas of production in Bothuwai, Endor, Junction, Anzat.

Perhaps she could get a new Trade area and spaceport built on Endor. Not that the forest moon wasn't the best location, but it was a starting point.

From there, well... it was a matter of seeing and charting and surveying.

Where else could she expand to? PharmaTech brought with it a new area of pharmaceuticals. Perhaps something along the lines of medicines and other stims much like stims ATC already made.

It was getting easier. Thinking outside of the box. Pushing him from her mind. Just had to keep filling it in with other information. Umphathia and pushing forward with the securing of that system would have to be it.

Green eyes would fall down to her bottle. A silent nod of understanding went next as she brought it back to her lips and took a hearty swig.

And alcohol.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

He had no idea what the topography of Tatooine was actually like. He knew that this place was entirely desert, nothing but wasteland and sand. Why Danger would come here when she could afford to buy an island resort planet was beyond him.

Perhaps she was nostalgic.

Alric looked around Mos Eisley, his gaze falling on several ugly, dusty looking creatures that seemed miserable. He frowned. No he didn't understand why anyone would live here, why anyone would want to come here. Perhaps he would ask her.

After he finished screaming at her.

“It'll be a few hours.”

The man spoke to him, and Alric snapped out of his thoughts.

A few hours?

That was to be expected. Quite Honestly Alric had thought it would take him days to find Danger. After all Tatooine was a big place and mostly wasteland, but apparently this man knew his way about the planet. That reminded him, and quietly he pulled the credit chit out of his pocket and flipped it between his fingers, offering it to the man.

“Mighty kind. By the way, names Ned.”

The CEO looked at the man offering a hand, it was covered in filth. Letting out a sigh into the scarf he reached over and shook the mans hand. “Alric.”

The speeder shot forward.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

T A T O O I N E
J U N D L A N D W A S T E S


When the old contraption of a transmitter pinged, she had thought it would be with good news.

Apparently the Gods were against her today.

[ He's looking for you. ]

Danger's lips drew into a thin line, sucking a deep breath between her teeth. She couldn't help that sinking sensation at the pit of her stomach; that chill that went down her spine that she cursed herself for.

Blast!

"Is that so?" She said tightly, the displeasure in her tone fairly evident.

[ Yup. ] Flynn's voice was rather matter-of-fact. [ Mighty determined too. Would have made a fuss down at the Weary Traveler if Ned hadn't up and gone to offer. ]

Neth take it! the curse would rip under her breath, hands tightening into fists. Her eyes would lock onto the floor, staring at her white knuckled grip.

She was stunned to find them slightly shaking. Her left hand would uncurl to rub her right.

[ Put a tag on him. Fifty thousand for anyone who can managed to drag his karkin arse into a ship and off of Tatooine. ]