If this thing WAS purchased by Faylar, it's been modified since; even a casual scan by Quam's device will show that.
Faylar is obviously into genetics, another of his list of things. Such genetic research is utterly illegal, not that you guys care.
You guys have to plan your final leg to the city, bearing in mind the increased security on the way. You;d do well to get away from this place pretty quick as well.
This is the introduction thread for Ricolt, so the rest of you may ignore it if you wish.
The galaxy is a large place to look for one man, Ricolt. The trouble with Bounty Hunters is that they travel. A LOT. And no matter how far you follow them there is always somewhere else in the galaxy for them to go. A thousand lifetimes is not enough to search all these worlds.
Only your desire for revenge has kept you going. You tried, at first, to remember what your teacher used to tell you; to mind and control your feelings, not to let them overcome you. You tried to justify your mission. The bounty hunter that killed your parents was evil. His death was necessary. A person who killed so callously for money- who killed the WRONG people- who would miss him? You would be doing the galaxy a favour. They should reward you.
As time past, so did a lot of the justification. You just wanted this person dead. That's all that mattered. And what right did anyone else have to judge you? In the end, your hatred was all you had left.
But it's paid off, damn it, it has paid off! Your first serious lead in years. You have a name: Var-Ell, a wealthy crime Lord who works in the Outer Rim (surprisingly close to Naboo, actually).
You KNOW, for a fact, that Var-Ell hires the same Bounty Hunter all the time. Recently. He MUST know how to contact ths person who has obsessed your life. And you will get that information from him. One way or another.
You spent three months working out his location, on the planet of Kahangrorn, a miserable, dark planet. It took another month to finally track down his hideout in one of the sprawling cities of that world.
Now you only have one problem, which is that Var-Ell is hardly going to welcome some random man walking into his organisation and asking him questions. You finger your hidden lightsabre under your clothing. Time and again, it has been your guarantee of safety at times like this. But he WILL tell you what you want to know.
Your luck is in. Var-Ell is at the front of his hideout, in the bar. He is unmissbale, a tall Gran dressed in extravagant clothes, surrounded by all sorts of criminal scum anxious to catch his attention. The only human in the room, you catch a lot of glances when you walk in...
And you will have to take it from here, Ricolt. You tell me what you want to do, and I tell you what happens! Simple as that.
Ricolt notices all the drunk, sweaty,scum eyeing him.He reminds himself not to make a big seen so that he can get in and out of this place as fast and easily as he can.
Ricolt walks over to Var-Ell trying not to bump into any body in his way.
Ricolt slightly tapps Var-Ell on his shoulder.
"Excuse me Sir,may ask for your assistance? If you are able to help me out i will be willing to pay you small amount of credits or what ever other items you people here use for trade"
Ricolt thinks to himself..........
I dont have much to offer him . If he is not satisfied with what i have give him i will have to handle this a little differently than what i originally had planned
"If you insist."
Ricolt can tell that there is no point in lying because he can tell that he already knows
"My name is Ricolt Dryak And that is all i am willing to tell you right now.If you come talk to me in private i will tell you more.I do not want these other Alien lifeforms in my biussines! Sorry if im getting a little racest."
Ricolt tries to calm himself, but is getting fustrated with Var-Ell
Ricolt feels his anger rising but tries to make it sound as if he was as calm as ever
"I have made no mistake coming here."
Ricolt begins to focus to use one of the those tricks the old jedi taught him a while back [I]
Ricolt waves his hand at Var-Ell using these words to try to pursuade him.
"Var-Ell,you will call of all your men and come and talk to me alone outside"
[I]Ricolt calms down
Ricolt, five men behind you draw their guns and level them at you.
"Nice try 'Jedi'," says Var-Ell, "but I'm no weak-willed street scum. You should not have come here. Kahangrorn will be your grave, Y..."
Var-Ell suddenly stops talking. He lets out a quick choking noise, and starts to grapple at his throat. His men stare at him, confused.
You know, Ricolt, you've seen a lot of the Galaxy, and still you have never met anyone who isn;t surprised when they see a Jedi react to something that has not happened yet...
Your foot connects solidly with your target, sending him sprawling back. Two shots come your way, whicb you manage to deflect one side into the wall. In a momentm all four men there will fire.
At least six other men are now drawing guns and trying to move behind you. This looks like a nasty situation.
And meanwhile, Var-Ell finally expires with a nasty organic sound. He collapses on the table.