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(OOC: Considering the great amount of leeway that we have given you in this thread, my good Rodian, I can hardly think a "Gut Feeling" counts as meta-gaming... Also keep in mind that he has seen you meet him in a cantina full of criminals that just recently got flushed out by fire, heard you boast about being able to lie about a bunch of Coruscanti Security personnel somehow having bounties on their heads [keep in mind that bounties could also mean capture or locate, the fact that your den of criminals that magically appeared in the capital of a despotic and ruthless regime, happens to get straight to the killing on an unknown and unheard-of bounty that one rodian suddenly shouts in the middle of the cantina is a bit bewildering enough], seen you lead him through a sewer system that somehow had hunter-seeker droids inside it waiting for him, got nearly flushed down to oblivion, saw you slitting a sleeping guy on duty because he was there....I think when he hears a public broadcast about a white skinned rodian on a killing spree unheard of in recent criminal history of Coruscant save that with Darth Vader and several hundred clone troopers in the Jedi temple...but that was not one guy, AND that the rodian, and anyone looking like they are not being killed on friendly terms with walking down the street with automatically gets a one million credit [I checked the Imp treasury, we can spare two million credits no problem, if Laz has a problem with it thats just a chat between me and him and I am sure I can justify this expenditure] bounties on their head....

If that extra-ordinary...nay if that near legendary string of events does NOT give him a gut feeling of unease...He is either dense as lead or in dire need of mental assistance.

What stops me from going in there with my own set of half developed NPCs to sort this thing out as quickly and as painlessly for the poor man whose entry thread into SL has been messed up by you and me and removing ourselves from this thread, is that I know you are not exactly...established on SL either, and thus it would be unfair...no, unsporting of me to deal with you in such a manner.

For every choice there be a consequence...in this case, your choice of planet to murder someone in broad daylight and then decide that being an Albino Rodian was normal enough an occurence....Well. I say he should get his gut feeling. No ammount of inexperience can explain his lack of one...)

The girl smiled with her angelic face as she dramatically yanked the bundle of cloth from her burden. Revealing a heavy repeater with a large magazine that indicated it was a slug-thrower type. A robust and simple machine that was of long ages past. But in this age of plasma and energy weapons, few were prepared to combat against such archaic weapons. The boy also nodded as he unfolded his two combat axes in front of the human. The silent figure in a greatcoat was of slightly above average height and his jackboots spoke for him.

"Why to hunt down that white Rodian, Dear Uncle wants to know more about him, isn't that right, dear Elder Brother?"

"But you had a hand over your blaster dear sir. Were you trying to catch him yourself? I think we disturbed his fun, dear Elder Sister."

Schultz Sarath, the man in the greatcoat nodded to Krazen as he rushed forward to chase after the Rodian, but as he rounded a corner, he lost track of his query already. He tapped his earpiece and seemed to mutter something under his breath and the transport above them departed to look around the corner.

"Aww...The rodian got away...Dear Uncle said no playing with anyone else...Are you a bounty hunter or something, Mister? If so...you won't find much work here. Only the big groups work here. Its too safe. I hear the outer rim, places where there is less soldiers that is better for those kinds of jobs. Its easier to play there, right, dear Elder Brother?"

"Yup! Come on dear Elder Sister, lets go and play with that wookiee we found the other day! I love wookiees! They can play with us a lot longer than any normal people. Too bad we can't understand what they are saying, the Protocol Droid doesn't translate a lot of his words for us. But its still fun to hear him roar in pain."

As the transport rounded the corner again, an air-car stopped in front of the four unusual pedestrians. It appeared to be of practical use rather than of any concern for appearance and thus had a robust look to it rather than any sense of elegance. A servant rushed out of the driver's seat and opened the door for Izaak von Schwartzkrieg. Sarath saluted to the man immediately as he came out of the alleyway, the girl curtsied and the boy bowed. The sound of the Central Commander of Imperial Security's cane against the walkway was foreign and unnatural in this seedier district of the city. It quickly became obvious from his coat that an extra strap was wrapped around his torso. On his back was a cylindrical tube with a lizard-like Ysalamiri on it.

"Time is money for any bounty hunter and I am left to question your motives for coming to Imperial Center, however, its not like Bounty Hunting is illegal in the Empire. I am guessing that we have disturbed your hunt, opportunistic as it may have been."

Withdrawing a datacard and pad, the long haired aristocrat began to tap something down on the small computer. A few minutes later, while the man-servant ushered the twins into the car and Sarath boarded the transport, Izaak took the datacard out and then handed Krazen a credit chip.

"Take this datacard to the Imperial City Central Spaceport. Its a bit of a walk but I am sure you can purchase some transport to the port using this credit chip. Should get you sorted out. There will be a shuttle leaving this evening at twenty hundred hours Galactic Standard Time. I have reserved a seat for you. It should take you up to the passenger liner headed for Nal Hutta. The Smuggler's moon orbiting the Hutt planet, Nar Shaddaa, should be a good enough locale to start your carreer on a better start than this day."

The chip contained fve thouand credits, more than enough to last a normal individual for two months or so provided one did not overspend. The ticket for the liner was already paid for as well.

"Now I suggest you get moving. There are rules and guidelines for criminal activity on Imperial Center as well you know. An independent worker like yourself will only get killed if he tries to spend the night here. Organized crime operates here, they tend not to like newcomers ignoring their turf."

Izaak thought to himself for a moment as he calculated the logistics and the price tags on the items mentioned. Wepons were common enough in the outer rim, but Jetpacks...

"Well, I am Izaak von Schwartzkrieg, a bit of an old face around here, as for equiptment, I would say that given your line of work, the dealers in Nar Shaddaa will be able to sort you out for a price. Naturally you can get some closer to the core, but then you will need identification and liscence, and would put you on the map of those with weapons. I doubt you want such attention. So in that case, you should prepare to pay a bit extra in hutt space."

Catching the datacard and boarding the air-car in one swift motion, Izaak took his datapad out and inserted the card. Immediately transmitting the code to the ISB central computer interface, he smiled at his two little cherubs.

"That, did not go too badly, children. It looks like even that Rodian knew when to cut his losses. Either case. Two potential individuals in one day...a very rare occurence."

(OOC: I would recommend you leave this thread be for now, perhaps a pirate will recruit you in a cantina thread that you make. I also see our Rodian friend getting himself in trouble in one, I am sure he can...recruit you in peace now that both of you have reason to leave the heart of the Empire. Once you get yourself an SLIU account, PM me, I will transfer you the five thousand credits.)