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Post by Sardac Ordo on Feb 2, 2010 19:06:20 GMT -5
*Mr Grey hits the gournd from the blow to the head not realising who or what hit him till he hears the voice and starts getting pounded into the surface of the refugee area. After about a good twenty minutes of fighting he is suddenly knocked out by a boot to the face. Waking up in one of the empty shelters with Sardac standing over him pointing a Mando Disnt at him he smiles.*
Grey: So I am guessing our mutal friend sent you my way. You know I really didn't need to the trashing as a hello. So old friend what can I do you for. Other then to tell you that a contact of mine said he heard about an assassin who was possibly hired to take out a Mando near or on Ordo. Before you lay into me again, the solid part of this information was the name of the target was Ty'rel Ordo.
Where was this assassin said to be heading, and who set the target.
Grey: Part one I can aswer, Yavin IV. As to the person who hired him I can't tell you a thing, and if you kill me now you will loose a vital source.
*A synical smile crosses Sardacs face.* I can always find more, but I enjoy beating you to a pulp more then haveing to squeeze a new one. *With that he shoots Mr Grey in the right knee cap, knowing its a synth after removeing the real one his self in their first meeting. Walking out of the shelter he heads off towards the tapcafe. Activating his com unit.*
Isko do some shoping or gambling we are going to be here for a bit I need to relax.
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Post by Isko Gratua on Feb 2, 2010 19:28:09 GMT -5
Shopping or Gambling? Sardac, do I strike you as a woman who finds excitement in those activities? *She coms him back and watches him head into the caf* Besides, I need a drink, this place is stifling hot, don't worry I will ignore you. *Shutting down her com she heads to the caf*
*Opening the door she sees Sardac at the bar and heads to an empty stool around the other side. Ordering a drink, she watches the crowd without moving her head. Behind Sardac is a mirror that allows her to see almost everything in the bar.
A small man comes up to her and smiles like a lizard* Hello beautiful, care if I join you?
*Looking at him her face show no expression* I don't think so. *She turns to the bartender and orders a eye blaster*
*Small Man* Come on Beautiful allow me to, *He put his hand on her left arm*buy you a drink.
*Looking in the mirror she balls up her right fist and swings hitting the man in the nose. Hearing a crunch he falls like a rock to the floor out cold* UMMM no thank you. *Smiling slightly to the bartender, she pays a little extra due to the mess she made*
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Post by Sardac Ordo on Feb 2, 2010 21:46:24 GMT -5
*Watching Isko deck the little toad he paid to bother her he sahkes his head and nods to the bar keep, who in turns pushes the money from Isko back to her.*
Barkeep: Tabs already paid little lady you just have what ever you want.
*Finishing his Tihaar he rises and walks out not saying a word to anyone. While out exploring the refugee sector he notices he picked up a tail from the caf and shakes his head.*
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Post by Isko Gratua on Feb 2, 2010 21:55:08 GMT -5
Water vor'e. *Watching Sardac leave she points to a friend and has him shadowed. Sitting back she wonders why her parents thought this was a good idea. Shaking her head she ques the com to her old friend and she gets three beeps back.
Drumming her fingers on the bar she waits for an answer from her friend*
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Post by Sardac Ordo on Feb 2, 2010 22:01:07 GMT -5
*Returning to the Cafe he walks right up to Isko and slams the coms unit he took off the pulped shadow.*
Guess lesson four is don't try trailing me. Now get your gear and meet me at the droid merchant near the dock we are at. You have ten minute head start, if you aren't there when I get there you get to find you own ride off this rock. Oh and next time you get the bright idea of tagging me make sure it is some one who can keep their lips sealed for at least a dozen hits instead of squealing after the first three punches to the face.
*Turns and leaves again smiling to his self. Wondering if she will figure out the real reason she is with him and what his promise was when he left.*
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Post by Isko Gratua on Feb 2, 2010 22:06:02 GMT -5
*Paying the bartender for her drink, she leaves the caf. Walking around the city she notices the sun going down. Heading toward the droid merchant shop he spoke of, she shakes her heads* Rule one Odo, you will pay for this no matter what! *She mumbles to herself and notices the docking bay near by*
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Post by Sardac Ordo on Feb 2, 2010 22:20:26 GMT -5
*Seeing Isko arrive at the right shop he smiles. If he hasn't made her want to jump ship and run home yet then there might be hope for her yet. He just doesn't want a repeat of the last partner Ja're sent him. More importantly he doesn't want to give into the promise he made either not just yet. He has spent to much of his life on this mission and isn't about to give it up when he is so close. Walking out of the shadows he heads into the shop and starts to look at the models there.*
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Post by Isko Gratua on Feb 2, 2010 22:24:25 GMT -5
*Finding the right shop she opens the door and sees Sardac with his back to her* Ordo, Buir taught you better then that. *Standing in the door way she crosses her arms, calculating the many ways she could kill him. Thinking better of it, she walks over to him and looks at the droids* Something peaked your interest or no?
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Post by Sardac Ordo on Feb 2, 2010 22:32:15 GMT -5
*Moving his arm for her to see his Dint pointed at the door.* Yeah he did and had it been anyone else they would have gotten shot. As for the droid am looking for a couple, a med droid and an intergation droid. My astromech is here at this shop beign upgraded, or at least it was when I left it here. So what do you think of droids as a wedding gift, maybe an assassin model. *Watches her out of the corner of his eye closely*
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Post by Isko Gratua on Feb 2, 2010 22:37:48 GMT -5
Wedding gift who is the lucky couple? *Looking around she walks away from Sardac , pecking and poking around. Thinking about her wedding that never happened. Her parents had her betrothed to someone and they would never tell her who the man was, or what happened to stop the wedding. Walking to Sardac's left shoulder, she places her hands on his shoulders, and whispers in his ear* Put the weapon away Ordo, people may think you are happy to be around me.
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Post by Sardac Ordo on Feb 2, 2010 22:41:46 GMT -5
*Looking at her hand on his shoulder he glares*
What I tell you about that, as for the lucky couple, I heard you were up for marriage a while back. What ever happen to that, you make him leave you at the alter or something.
*Walks towards the back trying to find the owner.*
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Post by Isko Gratua on Feb 2, 2010 22:46:42 GMT -5
No I was told he died in battle. *Looking at him walk away* Not like you would give a frellin womrats shebs about me before I got thrown in with you. *Leaning on the counter she places her head on the cool glass. Tilting her head to look at him, she frowns.
Standing up again she places her hands in her pockets and sighs*
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Post by Sardac Ordo on Feb 2, 2010 22:50:58 GMT -5
What gave you the idea I give a sheb now that I am saddled with you. So who told you he died, Ja're. Wouldn't suprise me, probably thought you couldn't handdle the truth of the matter. Besides there is no point in settleing down if all you want to be when your older is a Bounty Hunter. That is what you said the day we made those shots, isn't it.
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Post by Isko Gratua on Feb 2, 2010 22:55:49 GMT -5
We where children then Ordo or has your mind gotten addled in your old age! They both told me. *Walking toward him she keeps her hands in her pockets* For someone who doesn't give two o'siks and fetch about me, you are really worried about my love life, or lack there of Ordo! *looking into his eyes she sees the eyes of the boy her father trained, and something else she can't put her finger on*
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Post by Sardac Ordo on Feb 2, 2010 23:07:07 GMT -5
*The old synical smile he use to give her ages ago pops onto his face again.*
Just wanted to be sure I am not having to worry about unwelcomed visitors on my ship is all. I don't need a little one underfoot, a greeny is bad enough.
*About this time the shop owner comes out the back and sees Sardac and Isko, about to turn to duck in the back he hears Sardac clear his throat. Looking at the Bald man he gulps.*
Shop owner: If you are here for a droid fine but if you are here to press me for information again I told you all I know about those deathsticks Sardac. They weren't even mine, nor was the spice. I was only storeing them for a client.
Oh do shut up and get me my astromech, I also need a med droid and droid that can double as interigation and assassin.
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