Ronet Farr

*Ronet continued his reply to Obi-Quiet's earlier comm.* "I supposse I'll have to wait for your return then. Be careful, those Tuskens can be pretty nasty to the unwarry I hear." *The comm clicked off from Ronet's end.*

Hm... wrong alias, eh?

I'm quite glad that the capture went well. You will find your credits waiting in cash when you arrive with the bounty.

"Negative. Jaster is not important and will be dealt with when the time comes by appropriate measures. Scando will also be awarded appropriately when the time comes. Continue on with your assignment and report back when you have information."

*Ronet lifted himself up and swiped the baton off the ground in the process. He watched Rane show off with his blaster before resholstering it. He deactivated the baton and handed it back to the bounty hunter.* "That I do. If you're ever in need of employment, be sure to come by. We could allways find a position for someone of your talents."

*Feeling himself being pulled down as well, Ronet resisted for only a moment, hoping the grip would break and he'd be freed, before going down with him and swinging up a knee aimed to land against his opponents solar plexes. As Rane landed, he was suddenly trying to reverse the direction momentum had been carrying them a moment before. The bounty hunter appeared to have lost his grip on the stun baton in mid fall and Ronet had immediatly put it out of his mind since it was no longer a threat, however it occurred to him as he was being swung towards Rane's right that perhaps he had not lost control of the stun baton after all. He still had some manueverability in his half down state and pushed off with his left hand, releasing the bounty hunter's wrist and throwing it out to the side to catch himself and provide a support to resist the direction he was being pushed. His hand came down and he glanced at the stun baton underneath his body.* "Smooth."

*Ronet identified both attacks coming towards him and easily made the choice to avoid the more devastating of the two blows. He blocked Rane's stun baton off to the left, grabbing hold of his wrist to maintain control of that hand and the weapon it weilded. He latched tight to that as the punch caught him squarly just below his eye and to the side of his nose. His head rocked away from the blow and it took most of his focus to maintain his hold so that the stun baton would not come into use against him as well. Regaining his train of thought as he stumbled slightly from the blow, he squared his feet and pulled on the hand he had ahold of, throwing out his right hand off to his side to help direct Rane's body, and subsequently his feet, over his own outstreched leg to try and throw him.*

*Ronet leapt back as he saw the stun baton activated and swung at him. Despite his efforts, the extended reach of the weapon did glance against his body. The shock rippled outwards from the point of contact, however only lasted a brief few moments due to the length of contact. Ronet reflexively dropped his rear hand down to his side for a moment as he circled just outside of Rane's extended reach. Taking his origional stance again, he began teasing the invisible line between them that marked the point where Rane could hit him and where he could not. Trying to get the bounty hunter to commit himself to an attack so that he could avoid it, then step in to attack and block the hand weilding the baton away from him.*

*Moving out a bit from the arena walls, Ronet faced Rane in a loose boxing-like stance. Closing distance an appropriate space, he launched a round kick with his lead left leg aimed at Rane's head followed up by a lead jab to the same spot and a rear hand uppercut aimed for his gut, designed to try and take the wind out of him.*

*Ronet lifted himself of the railing he had perched himself before and eyed the newcomer a moment before approaching him.* "You and I appear to be the only normal people around here, everyone else are these freak Force users. You don't look so tough, but what do you say you and I go a couple of rounds and show them them a couple of 'normal guys' aren't the wimps they expect us to be."

*Ronet Farr entered the arena and paused to look around. Moving towards the edge of the viewing gallery, he waited for an arrival.*

*Ronet Farr's ship dropped out of hyperspace and set into a holding pattern as he waited for the Hutt's ships to join them and indicate where it was that he was needed. Absently he began scanning local broadcasts and caught bits and pieces about some army destroying Mos Eislyey. Perhaps, he thought, that was what they had referred to that they wanted him to help take care of. However if it wasn't, he had no intention of doing anything. He wasn't paid to waste his time with the innocent.*

*Ronet gathered her lightsaber and any other weapons she had on her (OOC: not sure what you had) and fit them into a metal box about a foot and a half long by a half foot by eight inches. Slipping the box down next to him he looked at the controls. They were just now coming up on Coruscant.* "We'll be there in a few minutes Master Obi-Quiet." *Reaching for the controls he dropped them out of hyperspace.*

OOC: Sorry, wrong alias.

*Once safely in hyperspace Ronet turned around in his chair to face Obi-Quiet.* "I'll need to have your weapons now, before we reach Coruscant and go to meet Mr. Daisaku, so if you'll please..." *He held out his hand, ready to take her lightsaber and any other weapon she might be carrying.*

*Ronet nodded to Smash as the two went aboard. He called the last of the operatives to him and they all got onto the ship. He looked out from the landing pad onto the rolling hills one last time before getting aboard himself. The gate closed behind him and then the ship raised majestically into the air. He stood behind the pilot's chair as she did her work, watching the married couple from the corner of his eye. Skillfully the ship was guided to provide them one last breath taking view of the land around them before they flew high through the clouds. The ship released its sail in another explosion of glory. The light that emblazened its surface propelled it forward to the point where it made ready to jump to lightspeed.*

*Ronet passed Ar-Pharazon as he grabbed his jetpack to leave. He watched the Sith for a moment, who had a grin creasing the lower part of his face. He turned and hurried up the stairs as he hears Ar-Pharazon leave and rocket off. He mounted the top of the stairs in time to hear Smash call for them. Hurrying over he knelt by them.* "Mr. Daisaku, are you and Mrs. Daisaku allright?" *Looking around he saw no guards in sight. As Angeline was helped to stand by the both of them, he commed the guards.* "Who was in charge of guarding the Daisaku's suite?... Both of you down here on the double... I don't care who he was - get here now." *Beneath his helmet he was seething slightly at the stupidity of the guards who had run from their posts. He turned back to the two.* "If you were not allready planning to leave, I think it might be a good idea. Mr. Daisaku, I apologize for the inability of the guard, it was not an issue that I forsaw. I assure you they will be delt with." *Comming the remainder of the guard he assured that the two cowards would be detained by the officer and held outside the suite while eight assembled outside to escort the Daisaku's to their ship, and the ninth was at the ship with the pilot getting it ready for take off. Two operatives met them at the top of the stairs and then passed them, moving into the lover's room to pack up luggage. Two more swept the rest of the resort for anything else. Ronet led the two slowly down the stairs, the doors opening majestically before them by one of the guards. As they stepped outside into the brightness of nature they were flanked by the four guards. Nearby speeders sat for the guard, and a more luxurious speeder for the newly wedded couple to hurry back aboard. Ronet approached the officer with the two operatives that had fled.* "Begin leading Mr. and Mrs. Daisaku back to their ship. The others will get there shortly. I will deal with these two." *The officer nodded and walked away, leaving the three. Ronet peeled off his helmet and faced them, fire in his eyes ready to match that of what they saw in Ar-Pharazon's eyes. As the couple was led to the speeders behind him, they caught a brief glimpse of what was to come of the two operatives.* "You ran away. You are not track stars, you're Black Sun operatives. You do not run away. For what you did, Mr. or Mrs. Daisaku could have been killed. Cowardice is something I cannot stand. You will be punished for it." *The two operatives looked at eachother, knowing what was to come. Resolving themselves not to die, they looked at Ronet and then lunged at him. Ronet brought his knee into the throat of the first one, and then hooked the other's punch mid swing and flipped him through the air. As the man landed on his stomach, Ronet placed his knee against his upper spine and pulled on the head. After a short rench a crack was heard and the operative stopped struggling. Turning he spin kicked the first operative as he came in again. His left hand slammed the man in the gut as his right hand came back to his hip. Ronet stuned the operative with a quick blow to the face with the stock of his blaster pistol, swinging it far to the left past his shoulder and then bringing it back down, butt first, into the man's head. The blow spun him around and dropped him to his knees where he wavered. Placing the blaster against the back of the man's head, the operative mumbled out one last excuse trying to reason out why he had run.* "Consider me... unimpressed." *He fired.* ----------------------------------- *Ronet's speeder arrived just shortly after the last of the guards. Everything had been gathered and was aboard their ship. Even Milo who had never made it down to the Daisaku resort but had instead stayed near the lobby, passed out in a bar where he had been trying to whoo a young serving girl. He was being placed in a room aboard the ship as Ronet approached Smash and Angeline.* "Mr. Daisaku, I hope everything was pleasent enough despite these last occurances. We shall be ready to depart when you are ready."

*Completing his rounds outside, Ronet moved inside again. He had circled his route many times without incident. A small disturbance had been noted near the entrance, but that had turned out to simply be a boar in the forest. He had lent himself those few moments of pleasure time to track and hunt down the animal. Killing it not with a blaster but a knife. By the time he had returned his weapon was clean and he appeared as he had when he had left. Inside he wandered by Smash and Angeline's room, nodding to the guards as he passed. He made his way down the stairs to pass by Ar-Pharazon's room to check on him briefly, when he was suprised to see the Sith standing outside his room in the hall.* "Lord Ar-Pharazon, you're appearing much stronger now. How are you feeling?" *He had briefly informed Smash that the Sith had been staying there and, as he had guessed, Smash was eager to provide what assistence they could.* "I'm sure Mr. Daisaku will be most pleased to hear of your recovery. Shall I go tell him?"

*Ronet eyed the Sith lord then waved away the three. He commed one of the guards on the inside who immediatly went to work finding a nurse to help Ar-Pharazon with his wounds. Approaching him he put his arm out just in time to catch the Sith as he stumbled. He could not help but wonder about his condition as he brought the once powerful man inside.* "What is wrong with you Lord Ar-Pharazon? I find it hard to believe you are the same once powerful man that tossed those guards around earlier." *Leading Ar-Pharazon into a room he layed him down on a bed just as an operative brought in a nurse. Glancing up and down at the woman he almost envied the man, he would be recieving fully developed attention. He almost thought about telling her he was feeling a touch of the flu, and for her to visit him after seeing to Ar-Pharazon's wounds. He shook his head to dismiss the thought. He was a proffessional, and he ws on a very important assignment, he could not afford to be lax with such luxieries at this point. Perhaps later when his job was completed here he could enjoy himself.* "The nurse will see to your wounds and make sure you begin the healing process. I'm sure Mr. Daisaku would have no problem with you staying here until you are well enough to leave." *He turned towards the nurse before leaving.* "I'm sure Lord Ar-Pharazon will be treated quite well by your hands, and that you shall keep his well being close to your bosom. Satisfy his needs and make sure he enjoys the healing process." *With that Ronet left the room, returning to his other duties. If Ar-Pharazon needed him he would be able to reach him easily enough through the nurse. He picked up his helmet from his room on the way out, touring each of the guard positions to make sure everything was going well and uneventful.*

*Ronet eyed the Sith as he turned to guesture at the three who had been positioned about the room.* "I trust you will be nice to them, I still need them for the rest of this assingment. Execon, Rumatitis, Bill, outside. We're going to have one more go at this." *Turning Ronet opened the door and allowed way for the four to wander outside before following himself.*

*Ronet smiled inwardly as the plates were taken away and the table was cleared. Nothing had become of the night, something he had feared might. He watched the bag that the bounty hunter dropped off for only a brief moment.* "Ar-Pharazon's buissiness is his own." *Smash and Angeline had retreated to their rooms. He doubted anyone would hear from them for the rest of the night, if even most of the following day. That would make them easy to look after. Clipping his blaster holsters closed before standing, Ronet approached the Sith lord.* "I hope your evening was enjoyable, and your... buissiness ventures a success." *He nodded towards the body bag and thought of the manila envelope as he said so.* "I look forward to future meetings between us. I will see you out when you are ready. I'm sure Smash would say goodbye except he is probably a little busy right now. I'm sure you understand perfectly." *Ronet smiled as he extended his hand toward Ar-Pharazon.*

*Ronet took another bite of his food. Despite the fact that everyone else was done, he had ate little. Though now that the meal was nearing a close, it seemed that the likly hood of any confrontation had grown quite slim so he allowed himself to relax slightly. Glancing out the window, he could see the sun in its last throws before sunset.* "Yes, dinner was very good. My compliments to the chef."

*Ronet let himself relax only slightly as the gift was unvieled. Perhaps that had been all that Angeline had been hiding. Her attitude had changed as she brought it out, though he still wasn't sure what it had changed to. Never the less he kept his eyes open for anything further, quickly scanning the medalion as it was brought out.*

*Taking his seat with the others, Ronet couldn't help but wonder what was keeping Angeline. With the sound of a gong his thoughts were put to rest. Angeline was dressed royally, two large diamonds certainly brought out her dress. Yet as his previous question was answered, it was replaced by another worry. It was his job to watch the people around him and make judgements on what they might do. Normally he watched those outside the sphere of his protection for threats to them. Now he was forced to watch she which he had been assigned to protect. She seemed happy to those about her, but the way she carried herself, smiled, and spoke worried him. He glanced at the Sith Lord as she began speaking to him. Letting his hands fall onto his lap, underneath the table, he unclipped his blaster holsters should he need them and sent out a brief signal to the guards from wrist controls. The four operatives in the room remained motionless while outside several more gathered should they be needed. He didn't like the looks of this, he didn't know where it was heading. That bothered him. Angeline clapped her hands and spouted her cliched phrase, indicating the beggining of the meal.*

"Mrs. Daisaku should join us in a few minutes Lord Ar-Pharazon. She is still getting prepared for dinner." *Ronet glanced at the envelope with the pictures, wondering who this Ritah was and how Ar-Pharazon knew her. As well as if he would end up invovled in this baiting that was in store for Smash to get rid of her. He mentally shrugged the thought off, certain that if he was needed he would be called.*