[center][h2]Elias Joranis Ordo|Another Job gone Wrong[/h2][/center]

Under normal circumstances, Elias would be having this holocall with the client without his armor or his helmet on, a class of Corellian Brandy in his hand and some music he enjoyed playing quietly in the background and ended it with a thanks, a toast, and a trip back to the nearest civilized, using the word loosely, planet to celebrate in a small way, usually some new alcohol, at another job completed without incident. However, these were not normal circumstances, as the [i]Eclipse[/i] sat in low orbit over a planet under the ownership of a formal Imperial Moff, a man who insisted that his title still held sway even though the Galactic Empire had crumbled just a few months prior. Normally the job would have him delivering a shipment of Twi'leks and conscripts, who the smuggler would normally drop off about half way to the drop point with the money to start over or return home, except that the guy always sent escorts to ensure a flawless mission.

The pair had argued about it in the past, as Elias knew that a quartet of Imperial TIE fighters following an old XS Light Freighter around would eventually call the wrong kind of attention to them. The Moff refused to budge on the escort and so, here he was, on a call with the man explaining that he'd been right. [color=Black]"I told you that I didn't care if the Emperor himself stopped you, those conscripts and Twi'lek servants were to be delivered. Give me one reason why I shouldn't have you shot from the sk-"[/color] Elias's fist slammed into the console next to the hologram and cause the man to visibly flinch and also startled him into silence. Of course, an angry Mandalorian looking at you in full armor does that.

[color=OrangeRed]"And I damn well told you that those stupid damn TIE fighters were going to draw the New Republic's attention and get us intercepted. You have four dead men and your concern is about the lost cargo that I was only picking up because you have a Star Destroyer floating over me with half it's turbolaser batteries aimed at me! You're a fool and an egotistical jack ass who's only concern is satisfying his need for the opposite sex and increasing a pointless power base! Consider me done working for you, Elarn, it's just not worth the pay anymore, never mind the chafe it gave my morals."[/color] He was already moving his ship away from low orbit by the time the Moff found his voice again, only it was angrier and much more threatening.

[color=Black]"Now listen here, you insignificant piece of bantha poodoo! I am an Imperial Moff and you will show me the respect I deserve! I am here with the Emperor's personal blessing and I will not be intimidated by some Outer Rim piece of trash! I had been willing to let you go, Elias Ordo, but that can't happen after your slight against me."[/color] Several blips appeared on the [i]Eclipse[/i]'s radar as the transmission was cut and the smuggler cursed. He was a hell of a pilot, but even he couldn't out-maneuver the veritable cloud of TIEs coming his way. Ramming the thrusters to full speed, he set off for the other side of moon. Of course, he knew that the TIE fighters wouldn't be enough to content the now furious Moff Elarn Taurus and sure enough, turbolaser fire soon lit up the area around him as they tried to hit the relatively small target that the [i]Nightingale Eclipse[/i] was.

[color=OrangeRed]"Work for a Moff, they said. It pays well, they said. It'll be fun, they said. I ever see those Imp loving spice smugglers again, I'm putting a blaster bolt in each of their heads."[/color] He barrel rolled to the right to avoid the strafing run of several TIE fighters, but a hit from a turbolaser still glanced off his shields, depleting them by twenty-five percent. The Mandalorian knew he had to get out of the system to somewhere that was neutral, and while he wasn't fond of the idea, he quickly punched in the coordinates for the Providence ship that was known as Paradise. [color=OrangeRed]"You want me dead, Elarn? Come get me then."[/color]

Just as another flight of TIE fighters was about to strafe him, he flew into hyperspace, having made the jump just in the nick of time. While Elias sighed in relief at the success of the gambit, the Moff only grew angrier. [color=Black]"After him, you idiots! No one slights the Empire and survives! Helmsman, where would he go in this part of space?"[/color] The helmsman, who was getting tired of the Moff who'd been placed in charge of them and only wanted his two months of leave to visit home, tapped at the keys of a datapad before answer.

[b]"A neutral zone known as Paradise. It's an old Providence Star Destroyer."[/b] And then he regretted it as the Moff's face grew triumphant.

[color=Black]"Then recall all TIE squadrons and prepare to follow. He will learn what happens when he fails to uphold a deal with THIS Imperial Moff."[/color]

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The trip from the system under ownership of Elarn Taurus to Paradise was a little over two hours, and Elias spent that time simply resting, not bothering to remove his armor in case the bastard caught up with him. In fact, it wasn't until his console beeped at him that the ship was about to exit from hyperspace that he woke up and that was with a yawn. Stretching, he pulled back on the accelerator to exit hyperspace and his one safe haven from the trouble he was in came into sight. Once more he made a mental note on how glad he was he paid for a private hangar on board.

Landing was far from difficult once his credentials were confirmed and then it was a matter of disarming. Elias approached the security checkpoint with both Black Nebula blasters drawn for passing off. [color=OrangeRed]"Now do me a favor this time, Hanor, and don't scratch the paint. It's a pain in the ass to fix."[/color] The Twi'lek attending him, a male with orange skin, sighed in annoyance before nodding.

[color=Gold]"Won't happen again, sir. I swear it won't. I assume you'll take the same room as before on the mid-level?"[/color] Handing off his sword after removing it's sheath and also allowing the B1 to remove his jetpack, he nods as he removes his wrist weapons. [color=Gold]"Very good. It'll be ready in a couple of hours."[/color] Elias thanked the Twi'lek and moved through the gate after making sure his gear was stored separate from the more common folks. Those blasters alone weren't cheap to get ahold of and he didn't relish the idea of replacing them.

Approaching his regular nightclub on the middle level after the turbolift ride up, he paused just outside the door to remove his helmet. He didn't want people thinking he was there to find someone, whether it be target or client, because he was only there to relax and wait for the heat to die down. As he walked in, four people stood out. One was a person wearing goggles with black lenses on his way out, whom only stood out because the guy was a fairly larger person. The next was another Mandalorian sitting at one of the booths, though he didn't seem to be from Clan Ordo, so he wasn't of huge concern either. The next, and final, two were at the bar, one a giant lizard with deadly looking claws and the other a rather attractive Togruta who Elias couldn't help but gravitate towards. OK, so maybe he was looking for someone to replace Elarn, and it was all the better she was a pretty girl. Approaching the pair as the Togruta jabbed the lizard in her, as Elias failed to spot any indication it was male, ribs, Elias spoke when they were done and the lizard busied herself with her drink, wearing his most disarming smile.

[color=OrangeRed]"Well good evening, ladies. I'm Elias, don't think I've seen you here before. Anything I can help with?"[/color] Elias's charm was immediately put to work, and he was hopefully coming across as nothing more than charming, though the Mandalorian helmet resting in the crook of his arm would indicate he was more than he seemed.

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A few short minutes after Elias's arrival, an Imperial Star Destroyer dropped out of hyperspace with two light cruisers as an escort, the Destroyer itself being a Victory Class. Immediately after, the owner and proprietor of Paradise would receive a message from the former Imperial Moff aboard, who seemed to think that the death of the Emperor and fall of the Empire were a bunch lies or Rebel propaganda that Hutt Space liked. [color=Black]"Attention owner and inhabitants of Paradise, this is Imperial Moff Elarn Taurus. You are harboring a wanted Imperial criminal who's name is Elias Joranis Ordo. You have ten minutes to turn him over to me or I will destroy the entirety of your establishment and kill anyone who attempts to escape. This is your only warning."[/color] Elarn then cut the communication and smiled smugly to himself, convinced that this show of force would keep the lowlifes on board from trying anything. [color=Black]"Game over, Elias. I win."[/color]