Exchange base in the Refuge Sector

[Dorian Organa]

Hidden amung the rest of the scum and villainy on the desolate planet of Nar Shaddaa is the base of the exchange. Trade and other illegal activities take place and are planned here.

Two Gammoreans stand guard here, barring entrance to those without appointment.......

[Cyberguy]

(continuation of Mission: Blood Money)

Jax’Drengurarmangthn walked up to the gamorrean guards and waited for them to recognize them and let the Paaerduag pass. Eventually, the gamorreans, who weren't so dumb as they looked, passed and allowed Jax’Drengurarmangthn through.

Although Jax’Drengurarmangthn had been on Nar Shadaa for a few days, they had not yet been inside the base. Sadly, like seemingly everything else on the Smuggler's moon, it wasn't what they were hoping for. It was less of a base and more of an outpost. A reception droid was standing behind a counter. The two walked up to the droid and Jax began speaking.

"We have credits for the boss. They're from the late Dulub."

The droid stirred to life and took the credits. "This is substantial. Your reward, sirs." The droid then dispensed five hundred credits, the reward for the job. "You two may go now if there is nothing more that I can do for you."

Jax shrugged the droid off. He had been hoping for a pat on the back, not literally, as that woud be no doubt awkward, and an adda-boy. But he could understand how the Executors and Crime Lords of Nar Shadaa wouldn't be very keen on having nothing but a door and two gamorreans between them and anybody who wanted in.

The two really had nothing else to do, as their home was their ship, which was currently refueling and having the hyperdrive maintained.

(Good for a hundred parsecs, my foot...)

(Jax, you have no feet...)

(Your foot, then...)

And so, with no availabe jobs and no appointments, Jax’Drengurarmangthn wandered down a hallway and into the "Employee lounge" Which was essentially a cantina, but reserved, so that you wouldn't get the common thugs off the street. The Exchange didn't need their scum. They had plenty of their own.

The two sat down and began playing Pazaak with themselves. Another good thing about having two heads. You're never alone.

[acrb101]

"Prepare my ship immediatly!"

*Jinn walks over and see the droids and men and trandoshans scrample to life, resualing and loading the ship. He waits for a few more minutes until he is approached by a man technition names Farthen.

"Your ship is ready Sir, it will take more than few missles to knock this baby out of the air."

"Thats just what I need, thank you. Crew Man your Stations!"

*Jinn barks out orders as his elite crew enters the Disruptor. The ship sparkles to life as the engines roar on. Jinn pushes Farthen aside sliding 200 credits in his shirt, and boards the ship quickly. The engines roar again, the ship hovers off the ground, and then flies unshaken though the urban wasteland until it bolts out of the atmosphere. Farthen amazed at his pay stands there in awe.

"I love this job"

[acrb101]

"Ah, back again Jinn?"

Jinn came in brisk walk to the mechanic.

"Yes yes, how my ship?"

The mechanic to a quick glance towards theDisruptor, and met Jinn's glance with a freightened expression. But soon broke out in laughter. Jinn did not seem to see the comedy in his act, but he let out a small chuckle.

"Prefect condition. Where ya' heading this time?"

"I'm making my way to Corellia. Should be a quick trip."

The mechanic's glance was af if he was about to question him, but he brushed it off of his mind.

"Well, good luck to you Jinn."

"Same you old friend."

Jinn's body gaurds marched onto the [I]behind him, and the boarding platform folded up. The ship's engine roared to life and it took off bounding towards open space.

[acrb101]

Jinn Olesa is sitting in his office alone watching the holodisk of the Supreme Chancellor's assassination.

"So the first move has been made, in one swift stroke, the entire republic is without a leader and it should turn into chaos. Taking adventage of this would prove healthy towards the Exchange's bank."

He sat there for many minutes..sweat started to drip down his farhead as he though deeply about what was to come. He soon broke the stillness, opening his holocron connecting to his major General.

"Prepare 2,000 soldiers and 2 Ground Assualt Fighters, put them on the transports along with 100 fighters for an escort. If they all don't get there..it will be your head. Clear General?"

The General had a fearful expression on his face as he answered back

"Write away sir!"

Jinn shut it off and leaves the room in a power walk.

[Narina]

Narina walked back to her room at the Exchange Base, she had completed her talks with her mechanic about her ship, and now knowing what she knew she could relax, well, until she found a job that would pay for the upgrades she wanted. She walked quickly past the two Gammoreans, who now knew her by sight. The green pigs gave only a grunt at her prescence, of course they probaly saw enough people each day. "What a life they must have," Narina thought, then corrected herself, "Of course its not much different that mine."

She walked through the halls, dodging her fellow Exchange members, just wanting to get back to her small room. She opened its door and slipped in, it was small, three yards by two, her bed, computer and dresser completed it. It was sparse, spartan, but it was hers, all her possessions, armor, credits, clothing, were here. She sat down on the bed, layed flat and was drifting into a wonderful sleep when her computer started rapidly beeping. Pulling herself out of bed to stop this horrible racket she noticed the source, her computer and on it a clip of someone getting killed...The Republic Chancellor! The Holonet News reporter was speaking of a Sith Assassin being involved.

Narina had heard rumors, rumors of the Exchange working with the Sith Empire...if this were true and the Republic preparing for war against the Sith, then the Exchange would then be drawn into a galactic war! For the Don this might mean ruin of exaltation, for her it mean contracts! A chance she might die, yes, but she was a hitwoman, not a full battle warrior, her job would be to kill so-and-so, not fight in the legions.

Rubbing a hand through her loose hair she ran some water and splashed it over her face to awaken her, then combed her hair back, one must look presentable for what she was about to do. She grabbed her armor, echani light armor, a dark burnished bronze, she grabbed her sword, a light echani vibrosword, and sheathed that on her back. Then did the same for her knife and blaster, on her calf and hip respectivly. Completing her armor she pulled on a black jacket, then walked quickly out of the room.

Narina was impuslive, and now she had done the most impulsive and stupid thing an Exchange member could do, go the Don. She was only a hitman, a lowly Exchange member, and so not worthy to even speak to him, but these were different times. She would check in with her own boss, but he might not be in right now. Her boldness compelled her to his grand office. She was beginning to sweat now, the pressure increasing even on her, but she went ahead and begged for an audience to the Secretary, "I must speak to Don Olesa, its urgent, I must recieve my orders." She was flustered and the sentence came out fast and incomprehensible.

"Say again?"

Narina took a deep breath, "I need to speak to Don Olesa, I must recieve my orders, I am Hitwoman Narina, I need orders!" She prayed the Don would see her, and give her a job to do in these desperate times, she was itching for a killing.

[acrb101]

Jinn Olesa walks out of his office, signaling the secratary to leave quickly. He examined his new Hitman....or Hitwomen. Armed with a Rare looking vibro sword, cheap blaster, and a knife. He let out a soft chuckle.

"Welcome, hitwomen please come in"

Followed by Narina, Jinn walked into the office. He turned around and examined her again.

"Now, for the buisness. You are a hitman. You will still recieve most mission via my contractor at the mission boards, but you also are one of my assassins. Don't take this personally, but you are worth nothing to me until proven otherwise."

His face turned grim as he turned away.

"Your new mission, is to take a Republic Armored Vehicle Specialist's life. He is on Corellia, currently trying to produce a new, technologically advanced, powerful war toy. Simple mission, kill him...but remain secret. I see your blaster is silenced, but it will be better to use your vibrosword for this. Assassinate him with your vobrosword undetected and return to me for your reward."

He quickly turned back around and yelled.

"Is that understood?

He waited for a reply attempting to hurry her out of his office.

[Narina]

Olesa seemed to laugh at Narina, over what she had no idea. Then he proceeded to mock her and...give her a job. Finally, the job she had always looked forward to!

He was quick, and blunt. He didn't care whether she made it alive, he didn't seem to care if she even existed aside from her ability to kill someone. He made it very clear she was not welcome in his private office, not welcome to talk to him in fact she was not welcome anywhere near him. His attitude after that was one of 'well, since you are here go kill someone'.

But this was finally a job, a hit, something she had been wishing for for months since returing from her first job. She had earned that promotion, now must keep it, and to do that she would have to do what she was going to do to the best of her ability.

She flicked her hair out of her eyes with a hand, then bowed slightly to the Don, "Understood Completely, sir, I shall execute my hit immediatly, thank you, sir!" Seeing him anxious to go she cut her thanks short, and rushed out of the room.

Running to her room she threw some stuff in a backpack, extra clothes, kolto medpacs, a utility belt, and a couple of frag and concussion grenades. All this prepared she rushed out of the base and to the Docks. She desperatly hoped her ship would be ready, even though she had left the mechanic several hours before. Running up the Solar Sailer's stairs she was hailed by the mechanic, "You're off in a hurry, Narina, good thing I installed the hyperdrive, don't pull it to too many extremes, it may not be fully stable yet so you could blow yourself to pieces, just pilot it nice and easy like, ok!"

Nodding to the man she headed in, threw her backpack in the back lounge and headed to the front of the ship where the cockpit was. It was a small cockpit, room only enough for herself and surrounded by consoles that read navigation and solar wind info. A large window afforded her an excellent view of the two horizontal pincers who held her sail and the one vertical one that held her weapons. Activating her sublight engines it blasted off into the crowded atmosphere and into space, once in space she activated her solar sail, now unessecary due to her hyperdrive but still elegant, and activated her hyperdrive sending her at lightspeed towards the planet of Corellia, where her target lay.

[Maton Dash]

The small starfighter encircled the docks of Nar Shaddaa and inside was a anxious Dark Lord. "Procced to docking bay three and have ship identification ready," the air controll center commanded.

Swiftly and quietly Malice pulled his starfighter smoothly on to the docking pad. "Finally," he groaned as the cockpit poped open. Droids and mechanics scrambled along the side of his starfighter, attending to anything they saught. His ship was fairly new and hadn't been through much, but these mechanics loved the sight of a offworlders ship.

Along the passageway's their were many refuges scrambleing to find a job and earn some spare coin. Most of them wore worn out clothes and no shoes, but with what they did have they made us of it. You could tell they were very low in class, and most of them hid at the site of a superior. Exchange soldiers were running thorough checks of houses, making sure none of them got ahold of smuggled items behind the Dons back.

"You here on appointment," a Gammorean guard snarled.

"My business is my own," Malice said as he placed a hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. Both Gammorean guards knew better than to challenge this offworlder and with ease they let him pass. The hallways were filled with exchange troops hurrying to catch the latest contracts and shipments dates...it was a chaotic sceen.

"Were can I find the Don's office?" Malice asked a exchange troop passing by him.

"Up the hallway and to the right," he said while pointing in the direction. Following the directions Malice found the Don's office and gave the door a knock.

"Come on in......I've been expecting you," the Don said in a very stern voice. Sitting at his desk, Jinn Olesa looked through loose papers and other material.

"Take a seat," he said while peering up at Malice. I understand you are here to talk about assemblying a fleet of exchange pilots and troops....am I right?"

Malice took his seat before aswering the question. "Yes, we need about two hundred troops and 10 pilots. If you could also send some of your capitol ships, they will be setting up defense out side the system." The Don was jaughting down the information needed on some paper.

"I see your needing a heavy load this time......Mr. Malice," he said while shaking his head. Last time we helped and we succeded, so I will have your fleet assembled and ready for you when needed. In return I ask for a share of the profits and I expect the same from you."

Both Malice and Jinn Olesa stood up and shaked hands. With their meeting now finished Malice hoped in his starfighter and set the course for Korriban.