[color=ed1c24]"...cant they send me to somewhere nice once in a while? First..." [/color]

Captain Vyn'Kel'Ruordoa was snapped out of his moment of self-pity when his datapad let out a extremely annoying squawking noise, with him pulling it out in a single snappish motion as if he was a gunslinger at a tournament. Gazing at it, he noticed various lines of information, all pertaining to the planet he had just landed on. Local military strength, most common form of armament, specific types of materiel used by security forces and criminal elements, local important figures in the local military, possible anti-republic elements in the city, layouts of various cityscapes...

Kel stared at the datapad for about ten minutes straight, barely even blinking as his brain desperately tried to absorb the sheer amount of information on the screen. Finally, he took a deep breath when he realized the next set of information was "Crime Figures".

[color=ed1c24]"I think that's enough for now."[/color]

He got up, slinging his assault cannon over his back before pointing at two of the port staff unloading a large crate frim his ship, causing them to completely freeze.
[color=ed1c24]"Be very careful with that! It keeps me alive!"[/color]

Turning, he walked straight out of the hangar, taking a elevator down to the main area. He didn't have a room yet, as far as he knew and his armor was back in that crate from earlier.

He had some time to kill. That was a rare occurence.
Noticing a small group of heavily armed people nearby, he strolled over to them, trying to look friendly. He knew there were other people who were part of this operation, could this be them? Then again, if they weren't, they may be planning to rob the port, hence the weaponry. That would be interesting.
He raised his hand in greeting.

[color=ed1c24]"Hello. I sincerely hope you are all here for the reason i heard about."[/color]

He managed to hide his irritation. He had never worked with mercenaries before and had hoped to never do so. Too unreliable. Plus, he had killed plenty of their like before, that probably wouldn't win him many allies.


Nevermind. Meet them, do the operation, leave, then he could enjoy a few months on a Naboo beach. As much as he enjoyed a fight, a rest was always pleasant.

 Especially when no one could bother him.