Post by Juzt on Mar 6, 2013 4:47:02 GMT -5
Deep within the Spaceport of Manaan' Ahto city, a tall rangy Rodian marched of the ramp of his freighter, Silver Mist. Manaan, was a fascinating place where the grate and the good and the not so good came to beg and cajole and as a last resort pay exorbitant for Kolto. The brilliant healing agent was the Selkath's golden goose. It put them straight in the centre of almost all galactic conflicts where they could make a huge bundle of credits. This was the only place in the Galaxy where rival powers had to walk around in peace despite their obvious contempt and hatred of each other. Traders came here as well so they could buy Kolto and flog them to the desperate who could never have mad the journey to Manaan.
However, this Rodian was clearly no galactic leader or trader. Tattoos adorned his skin in a darker green indicating his fromer membership of a gang the Yusk Raiders. An old Blaster hung at his side, underneath a shabby green coat. Everything he had had seen better days but was clearly carefully and efficiently maintained. Simo was a hard Rodian to understand or even handle, as many of the men and women of Spearpoint had found out. You could guarantee that as all around burned he would be the one lazily putting his feet up and muttering snide comments. Only getting involved when he realised the fire might burn him to.
Technically what he was planning to do was very dangerous. Simo was wanted dead or in chains by a lot of people. During his career as Mercenary and occasional Bounty Hunter he had made enemies everywhere. In Sith space, in Republic space and in Hutt space. He had found work and refuge with Spearpoint much to the annoyance of many of them. He correctly calculated on a degree of protection while being a part of that organisation. It did strike at Simo's long held dislike of joining someone with a cause or political motivation but Simo was above all pragmatic. Recently however, his behaviour had put him at odds with Spearpoint and not wanting to risk a falling out he had had to tone down his hostility at being part of such a group.
However, despite all his problems recently information on a job passed his way. A bounty of 100,000 credits on some spoiled noble from Naboo who fancied herself as a trader. It had been too much for him to ignore, 100,000 could buy a lot of good will. The next step had been trying to get leave from Spearpoint, it had proven a bit of a struggle however in the end certain people were glad to see the back of him for a bit.
Simo sighed and stepped off the ramp into the vast hangar which was clearly meant for a larger ship, but Ahto City was so busy they shoe horned as many ships in as possible. It had been quite expensive to get a berth and one berth in particular. This space was meant to be occupied by a Kolto trader however a few of his limited resources and Simo was able to get the space from him courtesy of a corrupt dock officer. He was banking a lot on his deal.
Suddenly Simo spotted an angry and very animated Selkath heading his way. Simo's eyes watered slightly at it's fishy breath as it chuntered and gurgled at him. Simo of course knew what was wrong this poor Selkath, this was the poor unfortunate trader Simo had taken the place of. Simo almost felt sorry for him as his tendril like hand crashed into the Selkath's jaw, but not quite. Replacing this Selkath as a Kolto trader was vital to his plan. Simo took the arms of the crumpled Selkath and whistled a little tune as he dragged him off to the side, and spotting an empty crate pushed the unconscious form inside and pulled the heavy lid over the top.
“Perfect...” he said to himself and pulled himself on top of the crate and waited for his target. Alena? He thought that was what her name was, he was certainly going to give her a shock.
However, this Rodian was clearly no galactic leader or trader. Tattoos adorned his skin in a darker green indicating his fromer membership of a gang the Yusk Raiders. An old Blaster hung at his side, underneath a shabby green coat. Everything he had had seen better days but was clearly carefully and efficiently maintained. Simo was a hard Rodian to understand or even handle, as many of the men and women of Spearpoint had found out. You could guarantee that as all around burned he would be the one lazily putting his feet up and muttering snide comments. Only getting involved when he realised the fire might burn him to.
Technically what he was planning to do was very dangerous. Simo was wanted dead or in chains by a lot of people. During his career as Mercenary and occasional Bounty Hunter he had made enemies everywhere. In Sith space, in Republic space and in Hutt space. He had found work and refuge with Spearpoint much to the annoyance of many of them. He correctly calculated on a degree of protection while being a part of that organisation. It did strike at Simo's long held dislike of joining someone with a cause or political motivation but Simo was above all pragmatic. Recently however, his behaviour had put him at odds with Spearpoint and not wanting to risk a falling out he had had to tone down his hostility at being part of such a group.
However, despite all his problems recently information on a job passed his way. A bounty of 100,000 credits on some spoiled noble from Naboo who fancied herself as a trader. It had been too much for him to ignore, 100,000 could buy a lot of good will. The next step had been trying to get leave from Spearpoint, it had proven a bit of a struggle however in the end certain people were glad to see the back of him for a bit.
Simo sighed and stepped off the ramp into the vast hangar which was clearly meant for a larger ship, but Ahto City was so busy they shoe horned as many ships in as possible. It had been quite expensive to get a berth and one berth in particular. This space was meant to be occupied by a Kolto trader however a few of his limited resources and Simo was able to get the space from him courtesy of a corrupt dock officer. He was banking a lot on his deal.
Suddenly Simo spotted an angry and very animated Selkath heading his way. Simo's eyes watered slightly at it's fishy breath as it chuntered and gurgled at him. Simo of course knew what was wrong this poor Selkath, this was the poor unfortunate trader Simo had taken the place of. Simo almost felt sorry for him as his tendril like hand crashed into the Selkath's jaw, but not quite. Replacing this Selkath as a Kolto trader was vital to his plan. Simo took the arms of the crumpled Selkath and whistled a little tune as he dragged him off to the side, and spotting an empty crate pushed the unconscious form inside and pulled the heavy lid over the top.
“Perfect...” he said to himself and pulled himself on top of the crate and waited for his target. Alena? He thought that was what her name was, he was certainly going to give her a shock.