[center][h1][color=a0410d][u][b]TARAK[/b][/u][/color][/h1][/center] Rats. He was detected. In hindsight, perhaps making use of the Force in some way would have done better, or to have had a false transponder signal to appear as another vessel on scanner, but he was prepared for neither of these. Stealth and secreting oneself quietly into an area were things that his Master was far more proficient in. At best, Tarak could lie and at least [i]move[/i] quietly. And to the ship's credit, he was not [i]immediately[/i] intercepted at this heavily-patrolled planet, but nevertheless it was not efficient enough. As the Tie Fighters began transmitting, the situation now lay solely in his hands. What was the better plan? To use this ship's capabilities and lose them on the dark side of the planet in a trench of the city where they had no hope of catching him or even following? No. That will be a contengency. Tarak flipped his comm switch and spoke. [color=a0410d]"I am Tarak. I come to battle against the Republic. I come for glory."[/color] He could easily lose these fighters, or destroy them, but Master Diabolus was allowing him to play this as he wished, and he he liked the idea of appealing to the local government's desperate need for aid. If they refused him, they would find his reaction most disturbing...but that was for later. For now, perimeter security would have to be satiated, it seemed. he had hoped to avoid having to go through 'proper channels' and frankly get a drink on the surface before checking out his new territory. Patience was for the unambitious. They had best not delay him long... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> [center][h1][color=f7941d][i][b]Singe[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center] The Crimson Fang appeared out of hyperspace over Nar Shaddaa, a good safe distance from the planet, any shipping/smuggling lanes, etc. As a transporter/smuggler/repairman/saboteur himself, Goggles appreciate the giving and receiving of professional courtesies. [b]"Alrighty..."[/b], he said to himself as he worked the ship's controls from his seat. All of the controls were personally customized so that he could reach them properly in his short stature, no problem. As he took them into Nar Shaddaa's atmosphere, the Tynnan kicked the switch for interior comms and held the mic up to his mouth. "We'll be coming in for a landing now, so if you've anything loose lying around, ya might wanna hold it down 'till we hit the ground." He switched that off, but then another transmission came in, and when he saw the frequency, he made an [b]"Mmmph"[/b] sound as he recognied it. It was Cob Vagos, that Nemoidian crapsack. So full of himself because he use to be big in the Trade Federation in droid production, so angry because he'd gotten a roomful of company execs killed by the TAO-809 combat driod prototype when it went haywire. [i]To this day[/i], he doesn't know that Goggles had taken a job FROM TAO-809 to help him get his circuits fixed, and that his precious robot and bane of his career was a fully-autonomous rogue now. He hit ship communications now to receive. [b][i]"Meyran, you diminutive hairball, where are my power converters? I can't offload these refurbished speeders-"[/i] "Heaps of garbage." [i]"If you had agreed to work on them, they wouldn't BE heaps of garbage!"[/i] "Hah! Ready my pearly-whites, Cob. They're rusted, busted, and over-thrusted. No amount of rewiring is gonna do more than give 'em a couple weeks of use. New power converters'll just blow the manifold after a few good turns." [i]"That was the POINT, you insufferable-"[/i][/b] He switched him off. Cob was obsessed with building himself back to goods with the Trade Federation by any means necessary, and that included by quick-and-dirty profits. Truth is, Goggles had sold the power converters to another more-legit buyer. As he landed down in his parking space on the planet - premium paid up into next month - he came to Singe's door and knocked. [b]"You comin' out at all?"[/b] The door opened, a little, and she could see the uncovered amber eye looking down at him. [color=f7941d]"I'm tapping into the local net to see what's going on in this world, maybe find a place where I can establish-"[/color] [b]"Another hidey-hole? C'mon, Singe. You're the one who said ya needed to get out, so get out!"[/b] [color=f7941d]"I dunno..."[/color] [b]"I know a place down the street where the fish is [i]great[/i], The Taste of Mon-Cal, they call it."[/b] [color=f7941d]"...that sounds like they eat-"[/color] [b]"I [i]know[/i] what it sounds like! It's not. Come on out an' eat something that ain't ration."[/b] [color=f7941d]"Whatever happened to that famous Tynnan common sense?"[/color] [b]"I've been operating outta' this neighborhood a while now and I know all the sweet spots. So uhh...you comin'? 'Cause I'm hungry."[/b] The Sephi sighed and opened the door. Looks like her pilot was taking her to a fish bar... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> [b][i]Meanwhile, on Bespin...[/i][/b] Well, we [i]say[/i] Bespin, but it's a gas giant. Let's face it, we mean Cloud City. That huge gas-mining craft hovered over the magnificent view that [i]was[/i] Bespin, silently turning in profits and generally being a good place to put your feet up and shoot the breeze. It is, in fact, where Tsot Hskoss would find his lead, that band of mercenaries that worked with Singe... In the main cantina of Cloud City, the Trandoshan would indeed find Kiara Tosk kicking back and relaxing, feet up on a table with her Kel Dor crewmates. If Tsot was [i]very[/i] observant, throughout the music and the conversations being held in said cantina, he might also note that several IG-Series droids were on location, as well. This was one of the few places they could actually go, because in accordance with the wishes of Lando Calrissian, they DO serve their kind here. Kiara, the somewhat-slim, bald, body-armored mercenary was, in fact, going on about Lando as we speak. [b]"...I mean, have you ever met the man? I didn't either, not exactly. I saw him at a gambling den on Dandoran, wiping out three of the best card players this side of Nal Hutta, and he was [i]so smooth[/i]. I felt like if I tried to talk to him, the horns would just shoot right out of my head."[/b] One of the Kel Dor said something in his own language through the air filter. The other one was piping in his drink. [b]"A few years back. I wasn't in charge of anything, then, like I am now. But even though I've been through alot between then and now, I don't think there's enough swoon in the [i]galaxy[/i] for Lando Calrissian. That face, that smile, that swagger, that style... Whoo..."[/b]