Tying Up Loose Ends

[Mara]

[...from All the Fixin's]



The trip over from Tatooine to Zeltros had been a long one. One that Ean had spent mostly in his cabin, keeping away from his new employee, who he know knew as Felze Zeng, as much as possible. It wasn't that he just wasn't a being person (he wasn't, at any rate). It was more because he was concentrating on his datapad, the beacon to the Sundared Star, waiting for it to reappear again after its trip through hyperspace. Ean could see the tracking device well enough, but he already knew they were headed to Zeltros due to the information he had to dig out of Greegar the Hutt back on Tatooine. The main part now was figuring out which part of the planet they would be landing on, something he hoped to tell Felze soon enough after both ships exited hyperspace. Hopefully with his upgraded and boosted engines, they would be arriving at about the same time. Time for the bounty hunter to find Sam before they left again.

The only encounters he had had with Felze was during meals, when Ean had come out of his cabin to whip up something delectable in the galley. It was one of the very few luxuries he allowed himself: cooking. Something he had enjoyed with a child, learning by his mother's knee and now did in her memory. As he had also named his ship after her.

He set aside his datapad then and rolled onto his back, admiring the bulkhead above him on the Heleen's Hope. Ean knew that if any of his counterparts, other bounty hunters, hitbeings and general scum of the galaxy, knew his ship was named for his mother, his reputation could take a sharp dive. Which was part of the reason he was keeping the new name to himself. Trailblazer had been good and all, but the big Corellian had decided it needed a new name to go along with its new engines, hyperdrive and added weapons emplacements. And with its new matte black paint, it barely resembled the ship he had "borrowed" from the Republic for his mission.

Yes, the mission to capture Aunna Borgonia. One that was taking much longer than he had anticipated. Originally he had taken the secretary with him, Samantha Zaftig, for some added help. She had, after all, worked for the former major. But they had been at odds since coming on board together. A small price to pay for his bounty. Plus towards the end of their short time together, he had kind of grown fond of her. Though, she was young and beautiful, Ean had felt more brotherly to the girl. Part of him, a tiny part, wanted to watch out for her, despite her claims that she could take care of herself. If she could, how did she end up kidnapped in the first place?

Ean shook the thoughts away. They would distract him from his current mission: find Sam and talk to her. Then either depart with her, or leave her be. He didn't care anymore whether she helped him find the major. Some of her earlier words aboard the 'blazer had actually made him think, and think he had on the long trip to Zeltros. Then with that taken care of--he couldn't bear letting her think that he had destroyed all her belongings, including some silly coat she seemed to treasure--he could finally get on with his main mission: find Aunna Borgonia.

He was glad for the small distraction of Sam. Despite his reputation and boasting, Ean was a little wary of this bounty. Most of that came from the fact that he knew the woman was rumored to be in the company of a dark Jedi, a Force wielder, and the Corellian had little to no experience with beings like that. He was beginning to think that he might need to hire another extra hand or two besides Felze. Too bad he had gotten off to a bad start with that Jedi Sundar...

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In the cockpit, Felze suppressed a small yawn. Space travel was boring. Unlike on land, where there was almost always something to look at, the view in space was pure utter depressing blackness. Hyperspace wasn't a whole lot better. That strange bluish tunnel, amusing at first, but could make you nauseous if you stared at it too long. Then again, considering some of the other things that could happen during space travel, boring was just the way Felze liked it.

His new employer was a quiet one, staying inside his little cabin the whole time, only coming out to cook the meals, which Felze had to admit were quite good. Felze himself wasn't too bad a cook himself, and had learned to appreciate the art. He had acquired his culinary skill during his time with the old pirate crew. When one wasn't much of a combatant, there were only so many other jobs one could do to earn their keep around the ship, and if he couldn't handle the enemy he could at least handle the food.

A small beeping alarm sounded from wristwach. Time to take the ship out of hyperspace...

[Mara]

Ean could feel the rumbling of the sublight engines kicking in after Felze took the ship out of hyperspace. The timing was almost perfect. He had been studying his datapad intensely, waiting for the blip of the Star to come up to its location on Zeltros. Once he knew for sure that it had stopped long enough to have landed, he pried his eyes away. Now he had a point of reference, an 'X' to follow on the map to his 'treasure.'

Rolling off his bed, he pulled on his scuffed leather boots and adjusted his clothing. He was still wearing the same clothes: white shirt, dark trousers, black vest, as he had on Tatooine. Grabbing his datapad and blaster holster, he shut his cabin door behind him to head up to the cockpit. Time to show the Zeltron where on his home planet he would be landing.

Coming up front, he wordlessly fell into the copilot's seat and got to work plugging his datapad into the navigation systems of the Hope. A few moments later a representation of the planet ahead of them in the viewport came up with a small red dot blinking on it. The Star. Ean took the time then to look at his new companion. "Do you know where that is?"

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"That where you wanna land?" Felze asked, eyeing the map. It wasn't an area familiar to him, several hundred miles away from the neighborhood where he had spent most of his childhood growing up. Feels odd coming back... Back? I've never even been there before. Then again, it'll probably feel a lot more like home than any place I've been for the past decade. At least it's on the same planet.

"Don't think I've ever been there, but yeah, I can find it and get us there."

He pressed a few buttons, and the nose of ship dipped down towards the planet, beginning the descent. "Heat shields up, all systems normal," he muttered as he buckled up. Planetary entries always had the potential of getting a bit bumpy.

[Mara]

He nodded at the Zeltron man's question, knowing he needn't voice the answer. The Corellian was usually a man of few words, only speaking when he had to. This was partly to give any acquaintances or prey the idea that meant business, a menacing air, which he did. And partly because Ean found that when he spoke more than a couple sentence at a time he began to make less sense, a result of his below-average education.

"Good," Ean nodded again, this time speaking. "Try not to bring attention to yourself. We should have the appropriate landing codes." The bounty hunter went silent again, now busying himself with strapping in. He still wasn't used to these harsh landings. Though, this time he was sure Felze wouldn't be doing it on purpose, unlike Sam. Again he had to shake the vision of the former blonde, new redhead, out of his head. There would be plenty of time to think about her later. Now, they just had to land.

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Zeltros was probably one of the easiest planets to land on without bugging the authorities. Most people came there to party, and the rest who didn't usually changed their minds soon after land. The landing codes were easily accepted. The security officials at the dock only gave them a very cursory glance, deciding that they weren't carrying anything too illegal, and quickly sent them on their merry way.

Felze smiled. It definitely felt like home. He turned to Ean. "So... where to?"

[Mara]

Ean sat back in his seat a moment after he unplugged his datapad from the console and tucked it in a pocket. He took a deep breath; he was finally here. After chasing Sam from Mygeeto to Tatooine to Zeltros, he was just a kilometer or two from the Sundared Star, the one she had departed in. The ship he had put a tracking device on so he could follow her and get a chance to talk to her. But what he was going to say to her... he didn't know. Something to figure out on the way.

Standing up after unstrapping, he turned to his new companion. "Well, we lock up and go looking for someone. Someone who was on that ship." He tapped the datapad in his pocket, indicating the image they had used to land. "I've got some unfinished business."

Ean checked his blaster before leaving the cockpit and going into the main area of the ship to grab a few extra things from his cabin. Tossing a credichip in a pocket, he glanced around the room some more, deciding against other weapons. Though a bounty hunter, he wasn't after a runaway this time. His blaster, some credits, should be enough to help him on his way.

He waited for the Zeltron to depart before heading out himself, making sure to set the new security system on the Hope, one of the few things he actually knew how to do on his new personal ship. Glancing at Felze, he then pulled the datapad out and started walk through the spaceport towards the blinking red dot.

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Felze nodded and tucked his ion blaster in the holster on his belt next to the canteen. "Unfinished business, eh?" He leaned over and took a look at the blinking red dot on the datapad. "Homing beacon... good precision, strong signal though.... I hope whoever you're tracking doesn't have a slicer or techie with them. Because if they did there's a decent change they might've noticed the extra signal coming out from their ship. Personally I've always liked beacons that only transmit at irregular intervals... ..." He stopped and scratched his chin when he realized that he was starting to talk off on a tangent. "Anyways, want me to come with you, or stay near the ship?"

[Mara]

"Doubtful," he said after he made sure the Hope was locked up tight with all her security systems running. If Greegar had come through, no one would be able to break into his new ship, not with an awful lot of trouble. But Ean didn't think he could say the same for the Sundared Star. Obviously a paranoid former Jedi would arm and secure his ship, but there was no way in the world it was as advanced as the bounty hunter had on his own personal ride.

"This guy isn't that smart," he added with a smirk. Despite being a Jedi, Ean thought this Ryn Sundar had been acting pretty poorly so far. Yes, he had escaped with Sam and disappeared off to Tatooine and now Zeltros, but Ean had followed them easily. Plus, the homing beacon was still completely operational. It was a state-of-the-art device, something gifted to him from his officer friend on Mygeeto. If the Jedi had found it, it would no longer be attached to his ship. And Ean tossed aside the possibility that the man had known it was there and let it be, wanting to ambush the bounty hunter. The big Corellian couldn't be surprised. And it would have happened by now, surely.

He glanced over at Felze before continuing to walk through the spaceport, looking over the various ships and looking down at his datapad from time to time. "No, you're coming with me. I have yet more use for you."

Ean walked in silence then, using the datapad and the signal from the beacon to guide him, zigzagging through various areas. When he figured they were about 25 meters away, and he could spot the ship in the distance, he put the 'pad away, his hand floating down to rest on the butt of his blaster pistol. He held out a hand to signal Felze to keep back but still follow. There was no telling whether the Jedi or Sam were still on board. It had been a while since the ship had landed on Zeltros. They could be kilometers away. Or they could be inside, sleeping.

Coming closer to the Star, Ean removed his blaster from its holster but still held it casually at his side, prepared to raise it up at any point. Though versed in a half dozen kinds of martial arts, the Corellian still preferred his blaster until in close quarters. And especially if a Jedi was involved. Looking around himself, he finally was at the ship. And he knocked.

Hearing no answer after a few minutes, he holstered his weapon and waved Felze over. "No one's home, it seems. Any way you can open this up?"

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"Hey, what's a slicer for?" Felze walked up to the hatch, quickly finding the control panel and prying it open, revealing a simple keypad for manually inputting a passcode as well as a small connector slot where one could alternatively carry an electronic key. Thank goodness for that, else he could would have had to dismantle the keypad to get at the wires. But as it was, a standard connector from his datapad fit neatly into the door.

A fairly standard low-security lock called for a standard pre-written program, and he very quickly identified the correct one to use and began loading it up.

"And three,... two,... one,..." Click.

The ship hatch slid open. "After you."

[Mara]

With eyebrows raised, he watched as the Zeltron man made his way over to the ship's control box and deftly opened it up, displaying the keypad and the wires beneath. Something he had seen before plenty of times earlier in his life. This Felze wasn't the first slicer he had associated with. The Corellian bounty hunter had employed many in the past to help him out. It was much easier to capture a fugitive or, as in Greegar's employ, 'dispatch' of a snitch when you were already in the being's house or apartment waiting for them.

Because of his previous experience, Ean had allowed for the break-in to take quite a while so he was very much surprised when only a minute or two later the ship's hatch slid open. He glanced over at his new companion. Either this slicer was much more talented than anyone he had worked with or the lock just wasn't all that difficult. He had some some slicers stare at a bunch of wires for what seemed like hours as they decided which one to cut. Or others with their datapads, furiously typing away to send dummy credits to a dummy account.

He nodded at Felze in appreciation of his work, showing a little amazement at it as well. No harm in boosting the Zeltron's ego a little bit, Ean thought. "Nice work."

Ean lifted out his pistol again, listening quietly for a few moments for any movement inside. There was the small chance that they were inside, just ignoring the knocks, setting a trap for him. As he stepped up to the ramp and hatch, he waved a hand back at Felze, motioning him to stay back outside. Even though he wasn't really attached to the man, Ean still didn't want to see harm come to him. He might still need him. Damaged goods didn't work as well as whole ones.

Slowly he walked inside with a quietness learned from years of martial arts practice and sneaking up on bounty targets. He refrained from turning on a glow rod he kept on his person, though the ship was dark. Ean's eyes quickly accustomed themselves to the darkness, and he could see well enough. Coming into the common area, he had the distinct feeling that it was deserted, which made sense to him. Obviously the rogue Jedi had brought Sam here to Zeltros for a reason, and that reason would require them to depart the ship. But just to make sure, he would thoroughly check the ship, bow to stern, cockpit to cargo area.

Thirty minutes later after a thorough search of the Sundared Star he was leaving through the hatch that Felze had opened earlier. He was about to slap the panel to close it but refrained. While he collected his thoughts and contemplated his next move, the ship might prove as an ally, at least its communications center and navicomputer and other devices.

With a glance at Felze, he said, "All clear. They must have went on an errand." He paused, thinking. Ean knew it would be best to stay on the move to look for them, ask around for signs of an odd couple who would be out of place on the planet. A hard task, since so many different beings came to Zeltros for pleasure. But the Jedi was tall and blind, and in the company of Sam, a redhead. It shouldn't be that difficult for a bounty hunter with resources like himself.

"Come on." He gestured to the open door of the ship. "I want you to get into the ship's computer and see what you can find out about their whereabouts. Or anything." Without another word, he went back inside the Star.

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Felze stood outside the the ship, tapping his foot, idly watching the various dock workers and utility droids go about their business, and looking the ship over up and down. It was a nice, sleek vessel, with a silvery finish on the outside that screamed Nubian design. It looked fast, definitely a great ship to go joyriding in. Probably not the best for maintaining a low profile though. Whoever they were looking for must've been confident.

Ean gestured for him to enter the ship, pointing out the ship's computer. Rubbing his hands together, Felze got to work. His tools quickly opened up the outer casing of the ship computer, and he coughed as a large cloud of gray dust rose up out of the opening as he did so. What was the last time someone had opened that thing? Probably never. Then again, most people didn't need to.

After blowing out some of the dust that remained, he reached in carefully, and delicately disconnected the data disks from the rest of the comp. That's what he had to get into, where the ship's records were. Connecting the disks to his datapad, he started running his first program.

Failure. His brow crinkled slightly as he adopted a pose of deep concentration. "Hmmm... this might take a while...." This was going to be a bit harder than the lock.

The second program also failed to meet with success. And the third. Someone had done their homework encrypting this. But as he scanned the lines of code, patterns slowly began to form in his mind, pieces clicking together one-by-one. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard. Just a few more lines... Execute.

"Hey, I think I found what you're looking for. Check this out." The small holoprojector on datapad came to life as a recording began to play.

[Mara]

Ean followed behind his Zeltron companion back into the Star as Felze headed straight for the cockpit. The Corellian appreciated a good hard worker, even if the being might be a drunk. Good help was hard to find these days, especially those willing to help out a known bounty hunter. Of course, Ean did realize that perhaps his new associate had no idea who he was. Or if he did, what he had gone to Zeltros for. He decided that his mission here on Zeltros would be a strictly need-to-know basis. And as long as Felze did his job without any questions, and did it well, there was no need to explain anything.

He settled down into the copilot's chair as Felze got to work slicing into the ship's computer. Ean hoped that something important and helpful might be found in there. Coordinates to a future location. Perhaps saved communications. Anything they had downloaded into the Star during the trip from Mygeeto to Tatooine and now to Zeltros. He could just wander the city and hope to stumble on them accidentally, or he could wander the city with an idea of where they would be and then stumble on them, quite purposely.

With a grunt and a nod, he acknowledged his companion. He could take all the time he needed. Unless they had rather stupidly abandoned this fine ship, Sam and Ryn were going nowhere very fast. As long as they were on planet, Ean would find them, no matter how long it took. He hated having unfinished business, whether it was someone who wouldn't die from his first shot or whether it was someone who needed closure and an apology.

Finally the Zeltron hit success, unveiling something he had found while slicing into the ship's computer. Apparently some kind of recording. Ean was wary about it, not knowing if it the image seemed relevant--it could just be something old that the rogue Jedi hadn't erased--but he watched and listened to it anyway. It was a big rough and blurry, obviously an highly formerly encrypted message. But the audio was almost perfect.

The message was intended for Sam, he discovered, as the bluish static-filled figure was talking to her. He wondered if it had only been a one-sided conversation until he finally heard Sam's voice. A knot in the pit of his stomach tightened as he heard the familiar tones of the woman he had been in the company of until very recently. It was mostly a lot of pleasantries, obviously she and this Halley woman were friends. But Ean perked a bit when they started discussing a time and a place to meet. And something about an exodus. The bounty hunter didn't know what that was, but at least he had a place to start looking.

With a slap on the Zeltron's shoulder, he stood up, nodding at Felze. "Good work." Ean wanted to stay and find out more information, but this was likely still a fresh trail, and he wanted to follow it. If it went stale, they could always come back and wait for the duo to return to their ship. "Ready for a stroll? Download the directions that woman mentioned and the quickest way to get there."

A glance at his blaster and Ean was out of the cockpit, moments later, back into the spaceport outside the Star. Time to sort out his unfinished business. Then he could go after the Republic's most wanted: Major Borgonia.


((Sparrow, you can take us to the blown-up house)).

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Felze wrote down the coordinates as they appeared. Plugging those into a map program on the local holonet, he quickly found the directions that they needed. "Looks like we'll have to take the bus."

The planet of Zeltros was well-known for its extensive and efficient public transportation network. After all, for a planet that was notorious for its party scene, it made good sense to provide drunken tourists (The native Zeltrons happened to get drunk a bit less easily) a way to move about the cities without having to drive themselves. So it did not take very long for Ean and Felze to get where they needed to go.

As they neared their destination, Felze frowned. Something felt odd. Very odd. The perpetually festive mood of the city around them suddenly seemed to lessen. He couldn't just feel it. He could see it, people looking about warily, not sure what exactly what was going on. Confusion, with just a hint of panic. And the source of the panic... a plume of smoke rising into the sky.

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During the whole trip over to the address Felze had pulled out of the Sundared Star's computer, Ean had been lost in his thoughts, neither needing to say anything or do anything to put the Zeltron at ease. This was a job, first and foremost, and the Corellian wanted to be prepared for anything. If the two weren't at their ship, they could be still at this address, which looked residential to his untrained eye when he had glanced at his companion's datapad. Perhaps this Halley was just a friend or perhaps she was a spy, someone Sam wanted to use to help warn her friend the major that a bounty hunter was after her. Ean mentally shrugged; it wouldn't do the woman any good. Nothing could stop him. Nothing except for cutting ties with Sam.

Their transport dropped them off about a block from the address, and he didn't think anything of it. Ean just assumed that was where the stop and pick-up point was. But it wasn't until he saw the look on Felze's face and then turned to focus on where he was going, his eyes warily studying the details that he felt something was wrong. For a clearly residential area in a city the street was awfully quiet. Ean noticed the smoke almost right away. If that was coming from where they were headed... No, he wouldn't force himself to think like that. Thinking ahead and getting paranoid only got people killed. He had to live in the moment.

However, that didn't mean he didn't have to be careful. With a glance at Felze, he waved the man behind him as he walked ahead coming eventually to the source of the smoke. What used to be a modest house was now just a pile of rubble. Judging by the amount of dust around the site and the lack of emergency personnel and a whole crowd of onlookers, Ean deduced that it was about an hour, or more, since whatever happened to destroy the house. He briefly thought about Sam and pushed it away. She had to be safe or else.... Ean didn't know or what else.

Pushing past a couple of rubbernecking kids he got up closer to the site, and then he could see it hadn't been a simple fire. A fire wouldn't have done this kind of damage. It had to have been an explosive device. Something planned then, not an accident. A cold feeling began to creep up his spine, a feeling that he had possibly gotten himself involved in something more complicated when he had taken the secretary off Coruscant. Or maybe this was the rogue Jedi's trouble. No, the woman who lived here was Sam's friend, seemingly by the holo they had found.

Ean swallowed down his feelings, took a deep breath and then waved his Zeltron friend over to him. If she had survived, Sam could be in trouble. If someone was willing to go to lengths to torch her friend's house to get to her, it could be something serious. Someone with sources enough to find out where the woman was going on Zeltros. And why. Ean knew he needed to find out that why as well. Why Zeltros, why Halley?

To Felze he said, "Can you find out any more information on the homeowners of this place? Any other properties or holdings? Just everything you can find on this Halley." He hoped he didn't sound desperate, just determined.



(((Okay, I guess we find our way to the ship lot now... )))

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"Only what's on public record," Felze replied to Ean's question. "With the address it shouldn't be too difficult to dig out the name of the owner. Who they are, what they do, government issued ID number, bank account information... So what do you want to know? I need something to narrow my search." He shifted on his feet uncomfortably. A feeling a somberness and unease hung in the air. He could find the info the Ean needed, but he wanted to do it somewhere else.

Others seemed to agree with him, as the milling crowd started to thin out after the initial shock and surprise wore off. People moved away from the area, to other places more happy and upbeat. Save for the law enforcement officers cordoning off the area, they would soon be the only ones left.

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Ean scratched the back of his neck, trying to think. He was hoping this Zeltron slicer would simply just get to work and find whatever he could find, but the bounty hunter failed to realize that some things would be easier to find than others. And if he narrowed down what he wanted him to look for, Felze would be able to get to the information that much more quickly. What did he want to know?

With a deep breath, he relaxed his arm and let it fall back to his side. Ean turned then to Felze. "Start with properties, anything with the same last name of this Halley. Family members, anything. Perhaps if there were survivors, they will be there." He needed to know if that's where Sam had gone if she had survived. No, after she did survive; he wouldn't let himself think otherwise.

Noticing that the area around the former house was clearing out and that investigative personnel were arriving, Ean took a few steps out of the way, back down the street the way they had come and waved Felze over to follow him. He knew he had nothing to do with whatever destroyed the house, but he preferred not to get involved in unnecessary witness interviews. Time was of the most important right now, and he couldn't waste time trying to figure out what had happened to this Halley's house.




(((Okay, I believe Halley's husband's name is Roth, and I assuming the ship yard/lot is in his name... but I dunno... anyway, that's where I want to head next, to speak to Roth about Sam...)))

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"Okay, that's a good starting point. Let's see...." Felze's fingers tapped away furiously at the datapad. Marriage information was easy to find. That stuff tended to be on public record, and served as a good jumping point to find the rest of the family. "Married to a man named Roth, two kids, an uncle halfway across the planet.... Doesn't seem to own any property another than this house...." There was more to search however, as Felze had learned that married couples sometimes kept their property under one name instead of both. Didn't know why, but it happened. "Searching for property registered under Roth," he muttered as his programs searched through the public registry, as well as the real estate transaction records of some of the larger real estate brokers in the area. "Well, this looks interesting. Seems like the spaceport we just parked in belongs to this Roth fellow."

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He walked in silence as the Zeltron worked. Lost in his thoughts again about what he was doing. Ean knew he really should have just let Sam go and got on with the search for Major Borgonia. But something about that didn't set right with him. Whether he was finally growing a soul or a bigger heart or just feeling guilty or a host of other options, he wasn't sure. All he was sure of was that he wouldn't be able to focus on capturing the major for the Republic until he had resolved things with Sam. He may be a crass bounty hunter, but he didn't leave anything finished, not jobs, not anything.

Ean grunted a little bit as Felze said he didn't find any other property. Were they about to reach a dead end? Sam could be anywhere, and he wasn't feeling up to starting from scratch again to find her. He wanted to believe she was still on Zeltros. It would be much easier for all of them if she was. Just ten minutes was all he needed...

"Odd," Ean said, stopping in his tracks. They had wandered all over the city looking for Sam and following clues, and they had already been the place she could have been all along? Well, that's how things went sometimes, the Corellian bounty hunter knew. Sometimes you had to take the long way instead of the short cut. "Well, let's go and see what this Roth fellow has to say."

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A while later at the ship yard that also doubled as the spaceport where Ean had landed the Hope and found the Sundared Star, the Corellian and Zeltron duo were looking for the proprietor of the place. According to the records Felze had found, the man who owned the place had also owned the house that was no more where Sam's friend had wanted to meet her. Ean hoped that if Sam had been here, this Roth would be able to tell him where she was, and if that pretend Jedi was with her.

He left Felze to go check on his ship while he talked to the man when he finally found him, cowering in his office. The man was hesitant to talk, especially once Ean got the information out of him. He had been traumatized quite a lot. Thinking his wife was dead, and then being bribed into letting pirates on his lot. But a couple of 1,000-credit chips loosened Roth's lips and eventually spilled all what had transpired hours ago to the bounty hunter. And spilled the fact that he wasn't actually Roth, just an employee who had hid during the whole debacle. But Ean had all he needed to know; he knew where Sam was. An odd place, to be sure, but he didn't have any reason to doubt the half-frightened man's information.

Leaving the man with another credit chip for his time, Ean went to join Felze back at Heleen's Hope. They had to figure out what to do. Getting into the palace's secret hangar to rescue Sam from some dull-witted pirates wouldn't be as easy as it sounded. Especially since he found out from the hapless employeed that not only was that Ryn Jedi guy with her, but another woman as well. Apparently the Jedi was being his humanitarian self, trying to rescue damsels who didn't need help.

"Well, we have a bit of work ahead of us on this one. But I think it's doable." Ean began to explain his plan to the Zeltron, how they were going to get into the secret palace hangar before the pirates left with Sam. He would call in some favors. Not that he doubted the Zeltron's skills; it was more that he knew the security would be extra high. And then he would go ahead on foot, leaving the Hope with Felze to come in later.

No matter what, he was gonna talk to Sam. No matter who he had to go through to do it.


[to... It's Complicated]



(((I think we can just end there and move to the new thread, Sparrow...)))


EDIT: Removed Roth for unnamed employee, since I realized Roth was dead...erm....