The arrival, and possibly then departure?(zarkan)

[Necro Stormborn]

(( as promised =) ))

Stats Garbas had deployed Jorgun mythrax not but a week ago. In that time, jorgun had finished all his little side ventures, had left his small group on ord mantell until he'd return and then rocketed off towards the last known location of Admiral Barj. According to the information sent from Stat's researchers, he would be coming upon it soon.

Jorgun reached behind him to flip a flight switch allowing for ope ended long range scanning. He would pick up any radio chatter, and perhaps find his target faster then expected. And he was right...

Not but a minute later, Jorgun was in his store room of his battle freighter that he'd purchased from Fixer at such a good price, and was checking his equipment. He was supposed to watch, monitor and possibly assist Barj should he be required. However, should it seem that Barj is not protecting Stat's assets, Jorgun would eliminate him, along with the entire ship given the chance.

After jorgun checked his datapad to match the face of the admiral to his memory for later, he checked the background info on the sith admiral and memorized it as quickly as he could. Following that he returned to the cockpit, entered his signal into the radio comms, he would now be picked up by all ships in nearby space and on al nav channels.

"Attention, I'm looking for an Admiral Barj, please direct me in, I am a representative of a 'Stats Garbas', and am here to discuss some terms." Jorgun spoke into the comm network. No doubt the large crafts in the distance would pick him up and he would have a smooth transit.

[Zarkan]

"Messaged received unknown ship this is Munnlist Sec-com patrol B-13, shut down you engines and hold your position while we confirm your purpose, disobey and you will be destroyed." The transmission cackled out of the hulk of a carrier as it scrambled and launched it's fighters to intercept the ship along with a pair of Razor-class corvettes.

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Jorgun cringed slightly, the comm system on his ship played back the message WAY too loud.. the words reverberated throughout the entire ship. the humble sort of hurt his head. Jorgun lept forwards and turned a knowb lowering the volume on the output. He then powered down all but the communications, running the ship on passive mode.

as he sat waiting for the fighters to swarm in his direction for verification and identification, Jorgun toddeled his fingers and caressed the barrel of the verpine heavy repeating blaster.

[Zarkan]

As the bulk of the twin Razor-class torpedo boats came along side of the black painted fringe ship on either side the comm arrays crackled to life again. "Your credentials are confirmed for traffic control reasons you are assigned the identity code FS-12-SMA-2-Blue, you are authorized to come along the ship yards holding in sector B-52. If you stray from this location you will be destroyed, Copy."

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Jorgun reached over, moving his hand away from the barrel of his rifle. He depressed the comm button replying, "Roger that, identity code FS-12-SMA-2-Blue has been registered on my nav pad. I'm following you in."
Jorgun set the course then sat back as the ship auto piloted in line with the razor class corvettes

"This should be ..... exciting." jorgun cackled a little.

[Zarkan]

((OOC you know a razor is a 200 and something meter long corvette right? ))

Corporal Calbala looked out the cockpit's bubble canopy of the gunships as it was catapulted out of the Shadow accompanied by for others of the ship's gunships. "Why are we taking a company to great a glorified freighter?" One of the privates was obviously new if he asked such a dense question. "Because their orders, boy." Calbala knew he didn't have much patience and stupid questions always tried them. "Just get your damn stuff together and your mouth shut." the Infatry man said as the gunships slowed to wait for conformation.

"Vessel FS-12-SMA-2-Blue, this is Sec-com command, you will be boarded and your ships searched. You have four minutes to open your lading bays refuse and you will be destroyed, command out."

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Jorgun was used to this type of procedure, however, it was interesting to have this take place outside of the ship he had wanted to board. Usualy when his ship was searched it was done so in a star port before it departed or before the passengers could leave. Other then that, he was only rarely searched when he landed in a military destroyers hangar bay. Though, the cautions that this crew was taking impressed him, son he had no problem complying.

"As you wish. I await your arrival." Jorgun said into the comm network. He headed to the back, opening all hidden compartments that he'd been told of by fixer when he purchased the ship. furthermore, he went as far as to disarm his weapons cache and to open the storage bay for search, the area of his ship that housed some currently "illegal" weapons tech. But this was what you carried when you worked for a man like Stats Garbas.

After he had opened the privacy of his ship and had unveiled all the secrets, he stepped back and waited by the side airlock. This would most likely be where they board him from.

[Zarkan]

Corporal Calbala puffed out a annoyed breath as the gunships slowly lined up and readied the air locks modified into their bellies. His gunship the first in like shuddered as the belly thumped in into the air lock. He ordered his men to unstrap before unhooking his webbing and floating in the zero-G until he reached the air lock and activated the Cyclic lock. As the lock finally opened the older corporal hustled the other men though the air lock to wait before the doors. Finally, he followed floating until he was half way to the inner door at which point the artificial gravity caused him to settle on his feet. "Sergeant," he began open the inner lock, but don't close the outer in case we need to make a hasty get away." Victor looked back into the gunship as he slid his blaster rifle off his shoulder. "Get your kit ready men."

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Jorgun leaned against the wall, his gun barrel facing the floor was resting against his thigh. he had his arms crossed and the gun was simply propped up against the wall as well. He'd heard the outer airlock door pry open and then never shut. clearly they were coming in, with caution...it was very interesting to him. As if they would be able to react fast enough in zero-g. It almost made him laugh. It was a good thing he wasn't here to kill anyone, because this was far too easy. "Come in, I'm not armed." Jorgun said intimidatingly loud. If a Gen'dai's facial muscles could express a smile, he was showing it sure enough under his plate helmet. his battle scarred blue armor and high gloss cortosis under weave at the ligaments showed brightly in the light, seeing as how Jorgun was leaning right beneath it.

As he waited he counted the seconds it would take for them to find the illegal weapons and ask him to explain it. Perhaps they wouldn't care.. and perhaps they would simply approve him and let him speak with Barj. All were possible outcomes. But regardless of what happened, The Gen'dai never worried at all.

[Zarkan]

The Air lock hiss open with a half dozen heavily armed sith infantry facing off the one bounty man. "Move out." the corporal ordered his men out before telling the gunship crew to bring the next one shortly before he entered. "Man" he said looking at the heavily armored blue brute. "Where is the rest of the crew?"

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"The rest of the crew?" Jorgun chuckled as he stepped forward, towering above the sith soldier. The men were now scampering about on the ship. Some had walked past him, others were searching the immediate area. "I am the crew. The only biologic organism of the crew. The ship is run by me and an Advanced AI programmed by my superiors best technicians. Why? problem trooper?"

He was now standing very close to the trooper, and was much taller and wider, his shoulders stretching wide enough to span two of these soldiers side by side from one shoulder to the next.

[Zarkan]

Victor swallowed quickly regaining something like calm as the air lock opened behind him another squad unloading. "That'll be good" he said laying the front portion of his rifle against the hulk's chest. "You don't need to worry about weather I have a problem or not." he gestured for the newest load of soldiers to spread out around the ship. "I'll have to seize the weapons on your person before we take you to the shipyard."

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Jorgun looked down and nodded. "Understood." Then he began systematically pressing buttons on his wrist, on his shoulder, on his leg, on his vambraces, and then finally behind his back. He gave forth 2 holdout blasters, an explosive bola bomb, 3 concussion grenades, fragmentation discs, His Bule Heavy repeating blaster rifle, and finally his expanding and contracting fiber wire web.

Once he had dismantled all but his hidden cortosis knife, which located in between the gauntlets and the vambraces and blended so well with the rest of the cortosis weave under his pale blue armor, he finally said, "Im done." Then he stepped even closer to the man. "Are we good? or is there a discrepancy with my ship?"

[Zarkan]

The pile was impressive victor admitted to himself as he turned his attention back to the hulk some what glad that after he lost four inches of his skull and an eye that he was no longer afraid of much. "We'll find out if there is something up with the ship, for now it doesn't matter it won't be docking. Sergeant Micael, take him to the ship yard and near the Blood Moon's boarding area." He caught sight of the sergeant trying to hurry the mass into the gunship as his squad gathered around.

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"As you wish... Trooper." Jorgun said the last word slowly. Tasting the the way it impressed itself upon the men around him. AS a Gen'dai he could feel... basically see their heart beats, and as of right now, they were all starting to beat faster.. all of them were a tad paranoid... except the one in front of him. He would allow them to do, or take what ever they wanted.. as long as the meeting took place.

[Zarkan]

The camera's on the ship yard swiveled to watch the Hulking form of the merc and the sith infantry move though the hanger and across half the ship to the viewing room now over looking the Blood Moon's Dorsal Spine and focused on the twenty assault marines there to take over the merc.

Colonel Arglos looked impassively at the mercenary though he found his mouth changing to a snear as the young Infantry man reported to him. "Your dismissed, get your men out of my sight." Following the infantry with his eyes he began speaking to the Merc."Put your hands on your head merc."

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"Really now? I don't see the need for all these precautions--" he trailed off scanning the area, listening for heart beats and breathing in the weakness, the fear. He watched for a quick way out.. and he saw a duct that could take him to where he wanted. But that was only if it came to that. He'd rather peacefully meet with Admiral Barj without having to take out half of Barj's infantry unit.

"--Fine, We will do things your way." Jorgun placed his hands on his head, flexing his muscles and relaxing his nerves as he waited for this man to make his move... should he attempt to make one that would cause jorgun harm, Jorgun would snap his neck in a second flat and be down that duct in no time. But once again.... Peace was his reason, and it became his resolve.

[Zarkan]

"Kael scan him." He ordered one of the marines forward who quickly scanned the merc with a wand while Arglos lowered his disruptor rifle at the merc. "He's clean colonel." "Fair enough, Marines dismissed come on merc after you." Arglos gestured to the air lock.

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"Of course." Ramseye slid dow the walkway and then drifted through the airlock bay doors. then he and the others moved towards the Razor corvette. once he was close enough to enter he stepped down onto the bay floor, and saw the men gesturing him to walk forwards. as he did so, with the several gaurds behind him he felt the Gravity returning as the airlock started to close. His knife was still hidden in his under armor around his wrist, and he would use it if he had too... however it was starting to look like he wouldnt need it.

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(( what what are the corrections you want me to make?? I'm still uncertain.. Am i on the cruiser or the corvette heading for your cruiser.))