Minion: ::Enters the hallway but stays near the shadows::

DESCRIPTION: ---- the scene is a dark hall that runs between the hangers and the upper levels of the New republics towers on Coruscant - Senator Beruss and two armed guards stand at the end of the hall ----

Wes Janson: -=leans against the hall, dressed in a black flightsuit=-

Beruss: -= grins wryly =- You have the strangest choice of meeting places Major...

Wes Janson: I'm still not sure I want to be seen in public with you.

Beruss: You wished to speak to me about something? -= one of the guards moves foward but beruss stops him =- Its ok, I like the contempt

Wes Janson: Madine. You and I both know he's innocent

Minion: ::Walks down the hallway and bumps into on of the guards, as he does so he places a listning device on him::

Beruss: -= her smile blossoms =- Innocent? Hmmm, I dont think so

Minion: ::Continues down the hallway and stops around a corner::

Wes Janson: Why would the man go and kill his own family? Madine is more of a family man than anyone in the New Republic

Beruss: -= she shrugs =- What better way to gain sympathy in the New Republic

Wes Janson: You don't have a family, do you?

Beruss: -= for a moment she looks back then resumes her stalwart glare =- No

Wes Janson: Then you don't know that using family is the last thing a man would do... he would kill himself first before letting a hand be laid on a family member

Beruss: Im sorry major.-= she smiles =- My hands are tied, the sentance is made

Wes Janson: and you also have the ability to make a senatorial pardon.

Beruss: -= she puts a finger to her chin as if to think =- and just why would i do that?

Wes Janson: to prove that you have some grasp of humanity?

Beruss: *hmph!* You waste my time major! -= she rolls her eyes =-

Wes Janson: You're the one who came to me in the first place. You're the one who came up with this law. It's you who wastes my time.

Beruss: -= one of the guards whispers something in Beruss's ear =-

Wes Janson: I should be flying with my squadron, defending this planet -=shuts up and tires to listen=-

Beruss: -= she nods =- Well, unfortunately Major...I have other appointments

Wes Janson: ys, I see. You have other innocents to murder.

Beruss: Unless you have something of value to offer me, I will be going -= she shrugs off the comment =-

Wes Janson: -=sobers a bit=- What's being done about gathering the remains of Wedge and... my sister...

Beruss: -= she grins =- We have done the best we could, the debris is just scattered too far

Wes Janson: I believe that they both deserve a proper burial. I'm just glad that my planet doesn't have holonet access yet... I haven't told my mother or sister yet.

Beruss: -= she smiles =- Well, a proper service is being planned for General Antilles you have my word

Wes Janson: and my sister?

Beruss: Im afraid the time for my offer is slipping by Major, I need an aswer , NOW!

Wes Janson: -=bites lip, a shiver running down his spine=- If I do this, I want something in return... two actually

Beruss: -= sighs =- and that is?

Wes Janson: I want you to pardon Madine. He's innocent. And I want you to find my sister, so i can give her a proper burial.

Beruss: -= a pause can be felt in the air =- Madine I can take care of, if you behave. your sister, well....we will see what can be recovered

Wes Janson: I guess that's all I can ask for, other than allowing me to use Ions on the other Rogues if I meet them in combat

Beruss: -= she goes to leave then turns =- I will be personally choosing the new pilots for you -= an abrupt frown crosses her face =- NO!...They are to be destroyed!

Wes Janson: You sure you don't rather want trials... public humiliation being able to say you are right and pull the switch yourself?

Beruss: -= the frown slowly erodes into a grin =- Shame on you major, Im not at all like that

Wes Janson: but won't it look good for the press... and I'm sure the people would want their to be trial

Beruss: -= her smile fades =- I want the Rogues dead! If you cant do it, you will join them!!

Wes Janson: -=closes eyes and sighs=- I already have... just not the ones you are fighting. -=looks up slowly=- Ok, Senator... for Madine's life... I will take your offer.

Beruss: -= smiles =- So nice of you Major...or should I say General Janson. I will expect you to meet your new pilots in the main hanger at 0900 tomorrow

Wes Janson: Yes Senator. -=nods while taking a deep breath=-

Beruss: I must go, I would not like for my delay to cause the untimely execution of our friend Crix -= she turns to leave =- I will hold him though, for insurance

Wes Janson: -=just nods, trying to keep his face impassive=-

Beruss: -= she and her guards depart =-

Wes Janson: -=when she is out of sight, turns and bangs fists against wall=-

Minion: ::Walks around the corner back into the hallway::

Wes Janson: -=heras footsteps in silent hallway and turns=-

Minion: ::Passes the Major and drops a datapad to his feet::

Wes Janson: Who's there? -=repeats question in a few other languages=- -=toe hits the datapad. Bends down and picks it up=-

Minion: ::Continues down the hallway and enters the turbolifts::

DESCRIPTION: --- the pad reads : Meet me at the Rancid Rancor Bar in Ivisec in 10 minutes. ----

Wes Janson: -=shuts down datapad, erasing message and makes his way towards the bar=-

DESCRIPTION: ---- the turbolifts desend into the darkening depths of Coruscants womb - a place where the only humans tend to be smugglers and outlaws - an area called by many, Invisec...the alien sector-------

Wes Janson: -=is glad to be in his black flightsuit at the moment. Quickly hides his necklace and dogtags under the fabric=-

DESCRIPTION: --- the bar is a hodge podge of aliens and humans - thick smoke and the smell of a multitude of liquors fill the dank air - the many conversations in hushed alien tones, meld into a low drone of sound - the only discernable sounds are that of the holoband that plays from a large - screen in the far corner of the bar -----

Wes Janson: -=walks into the bar, keeping shoulders slouched and one hand near his blaster=-

Minion: ::Taps his claws on the table in the back::

DESCRIPTION: ---- a server droid scurries by with drinks on a large tray - a large Trandoshan sits by himself in the back of the bar...as if waiting for something ----

Wes Janson: -=notices the Trandoshan at the back table and he seems vaguly familiar.=-

Minion: ::Nods at the major::

Wes Janson: -=walks over and sits across from him=-

Minion: Glad you could make it

Wes Janson: What is it you wanted to discuss?

Minion: I have information that you might want to listen to

Wes Janson: -=nods=- just be quick. I'm not sure how far Beruss's eyes go into this planet

Minion: There will be a cost of course

Wes Janson: Now that I'm making a General's salery, i think I can afford it. -=slips a few creds from his pocket=- consider this downpayment

Minion: ::Takes the money:: Thank you. It's about Madine. The reason he could be found in his home is because he was taken by someone.

Wes Janson: -=leans back and listens=-

Minion: I knew the persons name, but I'm having trouble remembering right now...

Wes Janson: -=pulls out another coin and displays it=-

Minion: Ah yes it was Boba Fett who took the General from his home. ::extends hand for the coin::

Wes Janson: Boba Fett? He's been out of sight for the past five years -=plays coin around on fingers=-

Minion: He keeps hidden, but he's no less dangerous

Wes Janson: Then why would he be doing this now? -=adds a second coin to the hand trick=-

Minion: My guess would be someone hired him.

Wes Janson: The senator?

Minion: That I do not know, but unlike me Fett is only driven by money so I'm sure someone told him to

Wes Janson: -=thinks=- can you get me in contact with him?

Minion: With the Fett?

Wes Janson: Yes. I would like to talk with him. -=slaps the two coins onto the table, but keeps hands over them=-

Minion: ::Rubs the scales on his jaw:: Well since I like you I think I could arrange that since The Fett is still on Coruscant.

Wes Janson: -=pulls out and piece of flimsiplast and writes down a few numbers=- tell him to contact me here within the next two days, then change the digits down one each day after that

Minion: I have other things to do. I'm a very busy person...I know where he's at and I can take you to him, but only right now.

Wes Janson: -=smiles=- Even better. -=slides credits across the table=-

Minion: ::Pockets the credits:: Follow me ::Stands and walks out of the bar::

Wes Janson: -=follows, keeping eyes open=-

DESCRIPTION: ---- the strets of invisec are deep in shadow, every turn and twist finds the duo deeper in shadow - the sounds are that of night even though it is mid day far above in the city - the alleyway opens on an old delapedated warehouse - the transperisteel windows are in ruins and grime covers the walls ---

Minion: After you Major...

DESCRIPTION: --- a functioning keypad entry by the door is the only sign of technology here ---

Wes Janson: -=hand on hip, enters slowly=-

Minion: ::Follows behind him::

Wes Janson: -=looks around=- so where is he?

DESCRIPTION: --- the door opens into a darkend and hollow skeleton of a building - a dual hanger door can be seen at the end - light comes from underneath - the doors open and a battered Firespray Assault ship Can bee seen in the distance ----

Boba Fett: -= a lone figure in Mandalore Armour steps from the shadows, a blaster at his side =-= he stands there, motionless =-

Wes Janson: -=sizes up Boba Fett=- I'm told that you have worked on a job that is of some interest to me

Boba Fett: -= Bobba Fett brings his blaster up over his shoulder =- -= he simply nods =-

Wes Janson: Don't worry, I'm not here to do any damage. Just a simple business deal. I want to know who hired you to kidnap Madine.

Boba Fett: -= the light glistens off the T shaped visor as he truns his head towards the Trandoshan =-

Minion: ::Slowly walks around the Major with his reptile hand outstretched::

Wes Janson: -=just gives him a side glance, but keeps his eyes focused on Fett=-

Boba Fett: -= Fett regards the Lizard Man, no discernable emotion =-

Minion: I have done what you asked. I'm sure someone like you can respect being given money once a task is completed.

Boba Fett: -= a pause, then words echo deeply from the MAndalore Helmet =- Indeed

Wes Janson: -=pulls out a few more creds and hands them over=-

Boba Fett: -= fet reachs back and pulls out a small bag and tosses it to the feet of the alien =-

Boba Fett: 2400 Creds....... as agreed

Minion: ::Quickly gathers up the bag:: ::Holds it close to his body like a human would do with a baby::

Boba Fett: -= Fett turns his visored head towards Wes =- I see we seek each other

Minion: ::Scurries over towards the exit::

Boba Fett: -= Fett swings his blaster down and fires at the door before the Trand can leave =- Not so fast! I still have use for you

Wes Janson: -=nods=- So I see.

Minion: ::Stops and turns slowly::

Boba Fett: -= regards the trand =- I want the Reciver too -= Fett moves foward slowly, the blaster leveld at the Trand's chest =-

Minion: ::Pulls out the reciver:: It was necessary...

Wes Janson: -=watches, recording everything in his mind=-

Boba Fett: Was it? -= Fett reaches out with his empty hand a grasps the trand by the throat =- -= he lifts the reptilian off the ground =- why was it?

Minion: ::Kicks his feet a little:: I-I need...to find out...things...to..help

Wes Janson: -=would take a step forward, but knows not to act right yet... it isn't his business=-

Boba Fett: You could have asked......... theft is a crime. Theft against me is..........Fatal

Wes Janson: -=speaks outloud=- We might still have use for him... so we can make him repay for his crime against you

Boba Fett: -= Fett squezzes and the sound of crushing tissue and bone echos through the warehouse =- -= Fett turns towards Wes and drops the now lifeless alien to the floor =- We have more important things to do Major

Wes Janson: -=shrugs=- Or not. Yes, we do

Boba Fett: -= he approaches the Major =- I did take Madine from his home. I also set up the remote controlled speeder explosion -= Fett returns to his normal stance =- But I was lied to.

Wes Janson: Was his family still inside, or is that just political lies?

Boba Fett: -= Fett nods =- I was told that no one else would be home -= he turns his head =- I punish crimes and claim bounties...not Murder!

Wes Janson: I understand. That was why Han respected you, even though he probably would have shot you on sight.

Boba Fett: -= nods =- I want Beruss, I know now that she is not the legal government. I will have her for deciveing me! I am willing to help......but this is betwen you and I

Wes Janson: I have my own reasons for wanting her as well. And I think we might work well together on this.

Boba Fett: No other must know of my involvment

Wes Janson: I'll make sure of that. No one can know of our partnership.

Boba Fett: I have it on good authority now that Beruss may be behind the illness of Mon Mothma

Wes Janson: If you have proof, i can make sure it reaches the right hands.

Boba Fett: The proof will have to come.....in time...for now, we need to make sure no other innocents die -= hands Wes the reciver =- I think you may find this handy

Wes Janson: -=nods=- then comes the favor I would like to ask of you. -=takes it and pockets it=- what's this for?

Boba Fett: If i am not mistaken, our greedy friend here placed the device near the Senator. and what favor may that be?

Wes Janson: Survalience. I want you to watch the ex-members of Rogue Squadron from afar. Let me know of their wearabouts and warn me of impending attacks on them

Boba Fett: -= he steps back and regards the door, then turns back =- To what ends ?

Wes Janson: I want to be able to avoid killing more innocents... ones who mean the world to me

Boba Fett: -= nods =- I want you to understand one thing though Major I do this not for friendships or loyalty.... I am law inforcement..pure and simple. The Rogues represent the last bastion of the legitimate government in this crisis. I will help...or die trying

Wes Janson: And I will do whatever I can to make sure justice is served, for both of us, as well as everyone who is hurt from this

Boba Fett: -= he walks away towards his ship =- We will be in contact -= as the doors close behind him he turns =- You might want to leave now. troops are comming -= the doors clsoe and he is gone =-

Wes Janson: -=nods and walks out the way he came=-

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