[i]One day ago, Illium…[/i]

This was a mess. Jaerdi had only left the meeting with his new employer, Khel Zhar, an hour ago, and already he had freelancers after him. He stood on the sidewalk staring at the burning wreckage of a skycar that had plowed into a building shortly beforehand. His pistol was in his hand, and a confused expression covered his green face, as though he couldn’t decide whether to be angry or just laugh at the ridiculous situation. As he stared, the doors of the skycar opened. Or at least did their best, given the poor state of the entire vehicle. Out of one door, a Turian body rolled out, hitting the ground with a thump and a moan before starting to feebly roll and twitch. From the other door, an Asari stumbled, bent over and cradling her arm in pain.

These two, freelance mercs who Jaerdi had neither seen nor heard about, had only minutes before been trying to force him to land his own vehicle - a human made kodiak shuttle. Eventually they’d become frustrated and tried to ram him. Of course that hadn’t gone well for them. As far as Jaerdi could see, they hadn’t even pierced the combat shuttles kinetic barriers, whereas their budget skycar had been reduced to scrap. He only bothered to land next to the wreckage to make sure there were no loose ends.

The Asari stumbled a few more steps toward Jaerdi as he looked on, before falling to her knees, probably from the pain. Obviously neither of them would be a direct threat to him at this point, but there was no point in letting them get away. They could try and get Illium’s authorities to fine him for assault next time he was there. Better to just clean up the mess now. He raised his gun to aim first at the Asari, and pulled the trigger. Then the Turian. He was still moaning, and the sound was getting on Jaerdi’s nerves. A quick gunshot fixed that though. Normally at this point he’d try to frame them such that it didn’t implicate his involvement, but he really didn’t have time for that kind of nicety. He had a meeting to get to on the other side of the galaxy. Instead he just dragged both corpses onto his shuttle, shoving them to the back of the passenger compartment, being careful not to get blood on his white suit. With no bodies to investigate and no contract to enforce, Illium law enforcement probably wouldn’t look too closely, and he’d be half way across the galaxy before it would matter.

[i]Half an hour ago, Cartagena Station[/i]

“You have permission to dock” The voice rang out in the small cockpit. “Finally.” Was all Jaerdi said in response. The docking control had messed around with him for the last fifteen minutes asking for all kinds of ridiculous licenses, some of which he was sure were made up, before letting him dock. As far as he was concerned, the prick in docking control was just lucky the flying brick Jaerdi presently had for transport was unarmed.

Once he was landed, he quickly disembarked, bringing the large rectangular bag with his spare suits, bombs and sniper rifle with him and shutting the door before anyone could see inside. “Bye guys, see you on Omega!” He said with mock enthusiasm, waving at the shuttle. A moment later it dusted off the pad and began to fly back out into space, and Jaerdi turned away, muttering “What a bunch of idiots.” He made his way to the nearest viewing port in arrivals and departures then, and quickly spotted the slow moving shuttle once he arrived. Setting down his bag, he activated his omni tool and raised his arm to see it, poising a finger above one particular button. He returned his gaze to the shuttle and said “Nice knowing you. It’s been fun.” Then, with a silly grin on his face, he pressed the holographic button. A tiny [i]beep[/i] was heard from the omni tool, and a moment later the shuttle exploded.

[i]Present, Cartagena Inn[/i]

Jaerdi had been waiting at the designated room for ten minutes already when the contacts finally arrived. He’d kept himself amused looking at the various items he would be able to afford after the paycheck for this job arrived. The most expensive suits, luxury skycars and apartments on various paradise worlds. Not that he would get most of that stuff anyway, he loved his job too much to abandon it and settle down.

When Tanya and Kosso arrived he took a good look at them, trying to discern anything he could about them that his employer might not’ve told him. He was going to be working with these two, and he always made sure to know about those we worked with, on the rare occasion he didn’t work solo. Having other people around just tended to make things overly complicated. Still, he did work for a paycheck, and this one was big enough for him to overlook a few of the more difficult parts of the contract.

He didn’t say anything to the pair as they entered and talked between themselves. He was going to end up working with them whatever was said, because that was the job, and Jaerdi always carried out the job.