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During the time draj had been making his way through the casino, Kat had set up the silent alarm, broadcasting information on the links general commlink channel, telling the entire staff of the intruder, his position, and that they were to set their blasters to stun, and capture the man.

 

Sitting up in the control room, he locked down a few doors, meaning he would either have to take the route that kat wanted him to, or find a different way of getting about. As Draj turned to talk to the man, three of the staff members made their way into the far end of the corridor, letting off volley after volley of stun shots, trying to force the man to take the route that wasnt locked down.

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Ganelon's response is swift. The brandy flashes out of his hands, sending the searing alcohol into Draj's eyes, blinding him.

 

"You don't frighten me when those things are set to stun!" he yells.

 

Diving forward, Ganelon grapples with the man in Mandalorian armor, locking his blue knuckles around the hunter's wrists, pulling the guns away from him as he forces Draj backwards. Ganelon launches one more assault, drawing his hands around full circle and clawing at the Mandalorian with a reckless air, grasping at the steel armor and two items contained there on in those split seconds as the stun blasts streak closer.

 

Got them!

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The comlink that Brina had been given her by Fynn began buzzing wildly.

 

A message in basic flashed forth from the small holo emmiter in the underside of the device. The green letters scrolled slowly. The message was short.

 

-BRINA, HOPE YOUR IN GOOD SHAPE-

 

-I HAVE A JOB FOR YOU-

 

-IF YOU ARE INTERESTED STOP BY THE LAST CALL IN THREE DAYS-

 

-FYNN-

 

-ONE MORE THING COME ARMED-

 

The Holo emmiter shutoff and awaited its new owner silently.

"Some things... are worse then death, being forgotten for example..."

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Draj, letting his opponent take the blasters, dove to the side to avoid the stun shots. Both him and the enemy were untouched by the shots, and the fight continued.

 

Mandalorians were always trained in all aspects of combat, and Draj proved it as he figured out ways of fighting without his blasters. He wasn't too pleased at losing his custom weapons, but sacrifices had to be made.

 

Rubbing alcohol out of his eyes, he blinked. It hurt, but not as much as losing the map. It'd be his only saving-grace, couldn't lose it. Draj decided on fighting rather than negotiating, the same as his enemy.

 

Dodging shots still, the bounty hunter swept his leg under the target, sending him off balance. Draj designated his opponent as 'Fool.' A look of surprise was holding Fool's countenance as he regained his balance. Draj delivered a crushing backhand blow to Fool's head, sending his eye's into a spinning daze. The warrior took advantage of this to steal the items Fool had taken.

 

By the time that Draj had fitted them into his armor, however, Fool had regained his bearings. He threw a punch at Draj, which he took personally. He had to learn to be the best fighter, and taking punches wasn't the quickest way to doing it.

 

Just as Fool had thrown another one, Draj dodged to the side, grabbing the limb. He twisted his body to put Fool in front of him....

 

and in front of the stunning fire. Shots nailed his back, and Draj could see another look of surprise on his face.

 

He took the body, frozen from the neck down, to the pillar he'd previously occupied. Shots still rang beside him, but unless the stunners felt like recieving a punishment that Fool did, they'd stay far away.

 

Draj gently set Fool down and crouched next to him. With Draj's hand on his throat, and the other hand holding Fool's wrist's together, he said, "Now, tell me what you want, or unless you'd rather take some more beating. I don't take kindly to strangers that attack me when I'm on a job."

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking about God."

"In a corner?"

"Faith is not in a floor plan..."

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((I would ask you to Leave ganelon, and just pretend that you hadnt touched him, and that he had just run off. He is gone anyway, and i dont want him touched for the moment. Kill one of the guards, and take a map and security key off of him.))

 

From behind draj, a guard quietly snuck up, and put a blaster to his head.

Draj could hear the drumming of boots upon steel as the hotels main security core made its way towards him. If he were to look around him, he would notice a ventilation grid right above him, which led into a system of ventilation shafts.

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((Thank you, but I can take care of myself, so please don't mod my actions or those of others if you'd be so kind. I'll resume from events as they were))

 

Ganelon, shaken, has two orange eyes blink open. Though his vision is nearly double, he almost regrets picking a fight he wasn't 100% prepared for. He can barely move and is being held securely, but despite the pressure at his throat, he could still use a Seneferian's last line of defense.

 

Out of the blue a long, wet, lavender tongue, shoots out of the alien's mouth in a frog like fashion, catching Draj in the throat. The man in the Mandalorian armor stiffens for a second, then slumps over unconscious as the paralyzing agents take effect. The pressure immediately eases and Ganelon, shaking his head to clear the effects of the blasts, seems to slump over Draj, though instead his hands are going after the two items he initially sought- the map of the Casino and security detail that would enable his own attempt to rob the place in earnest. Deftly and secretly tucking them back into his stretched nobleman's fabric, Ganelon makes a sour face.

 

"You taste of sweat, bounty hunter," he complains to the unconscious Draj, pushing himself up and wobbling on his legs. He looks at the security guards. "Glad to help stop this robbery," he explains, playing dumb to the fact he overheard this was a mere test. Shuffling away in a lurch, he cashes in his chips, then takes off in his ship.

 

As his ship clears hyperspace, Ganelon downs a large bottle of brandy, trying to get the acrid salty taste out of his mouth.

"I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him." -Mark Twain

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((sorry matey, for some reason i was under the impression ganelon had actually left the link, and draj had just attacked him anyway. My apologies to both of you.))

 

The guards quickly approach draj, cuffing him and hauling his unconcious form into a small holding cell. An hour or two later, when the effects of the paralyzing effects had worn off enough for draj to come too, Kat entered the cell.

 

"Well, thanks to the... interruption, your mission seemed to be cut short. I'll give you an extra 10,000 on top of the twenty I gave you earlier. If you want, join me for a few drinks down at the bar, on the house. Im afraid I dont have any work for you right now, unless your willing to do something very drastic..."

 

Helping draj up, Kat walks next to him down towards the bar. Sitting down, he winks at the barman as a bottle of corellian whiskey, and two glasses are set before the two, along with a bucket of ice. Putting some ice and whiskey into the two glasses, Kat pulls out a cigarette for himself, and after lighting it, offers draj one.

 

"So what do you think, Would you be up for another job, that isnt quite your ordinary, every day sort of bounty?"

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((OOC: Yeah, even if you WERE paralyzed by being hit with a volley of stunning shots...))

 

Draj, now fully revived, followed Kat. He hadn't been expecting the tongue, and had never seen on of the man's species. If Fool was an honorable man, he would've declared a loss, and Draj wouldn've left him alive. Next time, Fool, he thought. He placed the image of his enemy into a mental databank, storing it for the next time the two met.

 

Draj went to walk with Kat, taking the ten thousand credits he offered. They let their feet carry them to the local bar, and Kat offered Draj a drink.

 

But not before winking, Draj thought. He took the ale that was offered, and pretended to drink. He refused the cigarette.

 

"So what do you think, Would you be up for another job, that isnt quite your ordinary, every day sort of bounty?" Kat said. Part of him wanted to go after Fool, but the other part didn't want to let down a potential employer, so he spoke. "What kind of buisness are we talking about?" he questioned in a voice rarely heard.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking about God."

"In a corner?"

"Faith is not in a floor plan..."

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"Well, normally when someone posts a bounty, they want someone killed... I dont want anyone killed. What i do want, is for you to capture, sedate and bring someone too me. An associate of mine has had alot of trouble from this man... I intend to compensate him.

 

I want you to hunt down one who is know as jak... He is a self proclaimed pirate apparently. I want you to bring him here. He can be injured, but i dont want any bones broken, or him to be injured permanantly.

 

Bring him, and his ship here. I want everything on the ship, all his posessions, everything."

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Draj nodded, and continued to pretend to drink his ale. The bounty seemed fair, with no catches. He could detect no lies about this 'Jak,' so Draj nodded.

"I'll take it," he grumbled. The only flaw Draj saw was aquiring the sedative. And then he remembered the credits in his pocket. "When can I leave?" he asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking about God."

"In a corner?"

"Faith is not in a floor plan..."

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"Immediately, should you wish. If you need anything for the mission, we have a gunshop onboard. You can pick out anything from our selection. You dont have to worry about the security measures or cost of the things today. Take what you need, and be reasonable with what you take."

 

Standing up and leading him to the store, kat told the attendant that draj was to have full access to all weapons and ammo, and that he wasnt to be charged for what he took with him.

 

Turning to leave, he winked at draj, and walked out, heading down to the main casino floor, wandering through the different areas, occasionally placing a bid or playing a hand of cards.

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Draj walked up to the weapons, selecting a sedative pistol, among other explosives: many thermal detonators, a CryoBan grenade, and a chaff. He tucked them into his belt, heading towards his ship.

 

Jak, he thought. Capture, not kill.

 

He got into his ship, and left.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking about God."

"In a corner?"

"Faith is not in a floor plan..."

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Jak got up. He went back to the droid and programed them to attack him when he gave word. This was a normal order. He always did this when he knew he'd be in big trouble. Jak got ut of The Reaper. He went over to the counter. A pretty looking lady was ther.

I'm looking for a Mr. Kat Nargal. I have a meeting with him. I just found out miself.

The lady nodded and led him to the main room. Jak opened the door. There were slots and tables, but Jak wasn't here for money. He had to meet Kat Nargal. This would be a good day to die. Jak checked his blasters, and explosive. He had everything he needed. Jak walked off looking around

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No you are not looking for crap as you are not here but in a prison cell on Coruscant... Here is your one warning, next time you ignore an action against your character cause you don't like what is being done to him... you can take a 24 hour rest period... Also, incase you missed my post in the last call, by this evening, your aliases of Dragen and Torn will be taken out of this rp as your JaK's character has not actively rp'd for 3 months... you can feel free to re apply with them in august.

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Heading up to the casino's main office, Kat began to flick through the profit and loss reports, before being interrupted by one of the staff. The man introduced himself as commercial intelligence, before explaining the possible profits the link could gain from fixing up the original Galactic Gunshop.

 

Moving over to a console, kat assigned a repair team to head over to the place, and start fixing things up. He also had one of his protocol droids programmed so that it could work the counter of the gunshop, and he had a member of the staff security team moved over there aswell.

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Zara slipped her arm around Ronin again after having moved to the bar to get both of them a strong drink. She took a sip of hers before snuggling closer to him.

 

"Ok my love, what's next on the agenda? I saw on the monitor that some of your pirates are girls... I hope I don't have any competition there?"

 

She didn't think she'd have anything to worry about and winked at him as she said it, also kissing him soundly to show how much she loved him.

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Gleaming in the sunlight, the Golden Link Casino slowly came into view of Draj the Bounty Hunter. He expertly landed his ship on the ground, and visted his fulfilled cell.

 

He took the stunned Jak and slung him over his shoulder with no concern for his feelings.

 

After much searching, Draj found Kat doing what casino-owners do. Draj set the body down, and waited, saying nothing.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking about God."

"In a corner?"

"Faith is not in a floor plan..."

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Jak's senses came to he opened his eyes. His vision was a little blurry. Jak looked around.

"W..where the hell amm I? This ain't my cell. What the...

Jak noticed the bounty hunter. He quickly got up and went for his gun. Not there. Then he went for his knife in his boots. No knife. Now Jak had no weapons the next best thing was his fists. He lifted the up ready to fight. Before Jak used a gun he was an ace fist fighter. He would win this fight if it was fair.

"Hey ugly drop your guns and fight, you stupid a..hole"

Jak stood there with his fist up ready.

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Draj turned and saw the kid with his fists up.

 

The antic made Draj laugh.

 

"Kid, you're in no position to fight. Lets consider the odds: One, you're surrounded by anti-personnel guns, followed by trained guards. They don't know you're bounty, and I'll probably forget to stop them. Two, I'm a Mandalorian. That alone makes me twice as better. Three, you're hardly a threat with your pointless comments. They only make you seem like an infant. Four, I have technologies on this armor that you've never seen. In half a second, I could have sliced your arms off, and still claimed the alive bounty. It'd hurt, but only one of us."

 

Draj made an appearance to twist his guns and re-holster them, but at the last second, flipped a switch on his wrists. The kid didn't see it, of course, but Draj was ready with his wrist-slashers if Jak made a move.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking about God."

"In a corner?"

"Faith is not in a floor plan..."

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Sighing, Kat hit a button on a wrist mounted remote, and 4 completely unarmed guards moved into the room.

 

"You will go quietly and peacefully, or you will go unconcious. Your choice."

 

Staying a few meters away from the man, he pulled out a cigarette, and lit it before pulling out a blaster that was set to stun, and pointing it at jak.

Taking a drag, he looked at jak and said "You have three seconds to lay down on the floor, with your hands behind your head. Three, two...."

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Jak frantically looked around.

"whao! Wait. Are you going to kill me? If you are what the hell have I done. Please don't kill me."

Jak thought back to his last day. The bas.... that killed him would pat if he lived throught this. Jak could of been a sith. Jak continued to take in his surroundings. Slowly he counted the guns, guards, and sized them up. He could take two of em, but he'd have to use the guns to target the others.

"Listen, I can offer you each 30,000 credits if you let me go and give me a blaster. I can pay you on the spot. I just need a data pad. Thats all."

Jak waited for thier reply.

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A small ship exited out of hyperspace above the Golden Links. Aeon exited from her ship, and headed into the Casino. The building was huge, she saw droids and people everywhere. Slots rung throughout the building, Aeon was in heaven, but she wasn't here for the fun, she was here for business. She headed to the counter.

 

"I am here to see someone about some weapons. Big weapons."

 

The clerk nodded, and seemed to be messaging it's boss, Aeon leaned against the table, waiting.

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Jak followed The bounty hunters moves and sat down. There was no use in fighting it. Jak did nothing but think to himself. If by some chance he got out of this alive. He would give up his life of crime. Inide the cell Jak thought hard about this decision. Jak would trin in the ways of the Jedi. Jak had little force skill. All he could do was lift pebbles. Nothing more. The guards stood there watching Jak. If only he hadn't tried to kill taht man, he would not be here.

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Jak was led into a large, square cell. Surrounded by 9inch thick durasteel, and a foot of padding on the walls, he was dropped into the cell through the open ceiling. A large sheet of durasteel was set into place on the ceiling, and welded on, leaving only a circular hole for the ventalation system, a slot to pass food etc in, and a single lightbulb.

 

Kat, who was now satisfied that the hunter was completely and utterly imprisoned, now turned to his guards, and asked them to send a message through to the ronan telling him that jak had been captured...

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"No, my dear, You have nothing to worry about. They aren't my type."

 

Ronin grinned quite amused with his own implecation. It was joke, though he wasn't sure that she'd catch it as such. He sipped his drink, smiling idly at his lover.

 

"What have you been up to?"

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