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[center][b]Location: UIC Space - Hera.[/b][/center]
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Issoth watched, with mild interest, as the sea of green vegetation below him writhed in irritation from their ships passing. He'd heard a lot of things about this place, most of which was warnings about not entering the surrounding forest lest you find yourself at the mercy of some ravenous beast. It didn't really concern him too much though. He and his partner weren't here to go on a sightseeing trip after all. Speaking of which...

"Qell," he said telepathically. "How far out are we?"

"Couple of miles at least," she replied, her own craft following his in close pursuit. "Though with how fast we're travelling, it shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes at least."

Issoth nodded slowly as he carefully maneuvered his ship around the face of a mountain. It had been months since they'd left Iuris, having been called out by an Adjudicator stationed on Raygon, the client of whom had brought the leader of a local crime syndicate-one Ralor Vrex-before the planetary court, only to have them break free from containment a few days later. Last they'd heard their target had stolen a shuttle and used it to escape to the Frontier, specifically UIC controlled space. Issoth chuckled lightly at that. Perhaps most cluster authorities would have sat back and done nothing, wrung their hands and claimed he had too much of a head start for them to bother tracking, but not an Enforcer. No, he and Qell would follow this man to the end of the galaxy if necessary, and when they finally found him
they'd drag his sorry ass all the way back to Raygon where he belonged. If he resisted... well they had ways of dealing with that. 

After all, no one would anyone care if a small time crime boss ended up dead this far away from the core.

As for tracking him, it had been [I]painfully[/I] easy. Ralor left little pieces of evidence in every place he'd been. A recording here or a transaction there. It was almost as though the idiot had never covered his own tracks before which, all things considered, was probably the case. Knowing how big and overpopulated Raygon was, the dumb sod probably had people who did that for him. Though now that he'd landed himself in hot water with the Adjudicators, an agency his contacts couldn't threaten or pay off, they'd left him to his fate and cut all ties. 

Smart move on their part.

"One mile out," Qell said, interrupting his musings. "I've already signaled the local docking authorities. We're cleared to land."

Issoth nodded. "Good. Lets find this idiot and get him back where he belongs." Flipping some switches on the console in front of him, he aligned his craft with the coordinates they'd been sent and the pair began their approach, touching down on the gleaming steel surface of a docking pad a few minutes later. Exiting their respective ships via a lowered ramp near mid-section of the craft, they moved to greet a man wearing a somewhat faded and stained looking uniform with the emblem of the UIC emblazoned across its chest section in a diagonal fashion. Once the pleasantries were out of the way and their ships secured, however, the pair immediately went about tracking down their quarry.

"Alright," Issoth said, activating his AEGIS armors footprint tracker, watching as it took the footprint they had on record and began comparing it with those in the surrounding environment to find the right set of tracks. "Lets see where you've decided to crawl off to..."
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*A pair of Adjudicator Enforcers, Qell and Issoth, arrive on Hera in search of a fugitive crime boss.
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