Golden Link Casino

[Faick Ond]

Faick watched the Twi'lek woman in front of him take a seat at the opposite end of the interview table.

 

"Hello Mr. Ond. I am a long tim employee of the Link. I going to ask you a few questions to get you going. First, what kind of position would you like to fill, and what kind of qualifications do you have?"

 

"Well, I'm not exactly sure what I would like to go into. I'm not even exactly sure what kind of postions you offer, but as for expierence, I have worked for many years as a mechanic on Corellia to make ends meat before deciding that I wanted to do more with my life. I had gotten to know some of the local residents pretty well and I knew that one of them was an expert slicer, so I had him teach me everything that he knew and I went into slicing for many organizations. Just some small things for a few terrorist organizations, and eventually moved to stealing information from the Rebel Alliance databases for the Empire. The eventually decided that I was too much of a hassle and so I quit and took on an alias until I faked my own death just to get away."

 

((Okay, I'm not exactly sure what else to write. Any help would be nice.))

[Zara Nargal]

((ok... posting as an NPC))

 

The Twi'lek's lekku twitched as she listened to his answer.

 

"Your skills as a mechanic could be utilized in our repair workshop and towing section if you wanted to do that. We also build ships and droids for various clientel. Would that interest you?"

[Faick Ond]

Faick leaned back in his chair and proceeded to answer the twi'lek woman's question.

 

"Well, I really kind of came here to escape the whole mechanic repair thing, though building new ships or droids from scratch sounds like something I might be interested in."

[Zara Nargal]

"If you wish to work in our building section you could be based out of either the Casino or the Coruscant branch. If you decide you want something else to do in between orders, you could deliver or work in another section. What are you like at spying or smuggling?"

 

The twi'lek decided that if he wanted to become their employee, she would finalize the paperwork here and now. She brought out the final documents and passed them over.

 

"If you agree to our terms, you can sign these papers and we shall issue you your security pass. The first document here is a security and confidentiality clause. That you will agree to protect the Link's privacy in our ... other areas of expertise along with the main. The other is that you will agree to have some form of device on you at all times so that we may be able to locate you. This has a duel purpose. Because we have our enemies, it allows us to find and rescue you if and when required. It also gives you an extra reason not to betray us.

 

You can either have it in a chip that is embedded just beneath your skin, or you can have a regeneration chip, internal comm and locater placed within your skull. This can be linked to your ship along with a recall relay and linked to your brains synapses so that you can use the comm internally. This is so that no one realizes you can send and receive messages silently."

 

She waited to see what he thought about that.

[Faick Ond]

Before signing the paperwork, Faick responded to her earlier question.

 

"I'm fairly good at both smuggling and spying, and I had to do a fair bit of both in my in-between jobs."

 

Taking the papers Faick read them over and signed them, finalizing his employment.

[Zara Nargal]

She nodded her head as he mentioned he was good at both, watching him sign the forms.

 

"Welcome to the Link"

 

The Twi'lek gathered up the signed papers.

 

"If you would come with me, I'll take you up to medical and you can have the chip embedded and the regeneration implants... if you decide to have them..."

 

She led him out of the conference room and up to the medical wing where she spoke to the doctor before turning back to Faick.

 

"The Doc will insert the tracking chip now. Just tell him if you want the regeneration, recall and comm implants as well."

 

[Faick Ond]

Watching the doctor prepare to implant Faick with the chips Faick made a split second descion.

 

"Doctor, I would like to have all the implants offered. I have nothing to hide and it will be useful in the future."

[Zara Nargal]

The Doctor nodded his head, motioning for Faick to lie down on the table.

 

"I will give you an anesthetic which will put you to sleep for the duration of this procedure. When you wake up, all the implants will be done and you will have them all in excellent working order. If ever you need another, or need them checked, just come back here and we shall do so, Now, close your eyes and count backwards from 10 to 1."

 

While Faick was asleep, the Doctor performed the procedure, making sure everything was done properly and by the book. When he was to wake, he would feel the difference of having the regeneration implant. If he were to harm himself, the implant would make his body work faster to heal it, making scratches and minor injuries disappear in moments. More serious injuries would take a lot longer to heal, some still requiring medical treatment, though his body would still heal quicker than it would without it.

 

Finishing up, the Doctor moved on to another patient while the Twi'lek waited for him to wake up.

[Faick Ond]

Faick awoke on a hard stone table. He felt different. He wasn't sure how, but if felt good. For the first time in his life he felt good. He saw the Twi'lek woman sitting cross-legged in a chair a few feet away. He sat up.

 

"So what now?"

[Zara Nargal]

"I have a security pass here for you. This will give you access to use the staff areas. It also has your assigned quarters, both here and on the Coruscant location. You have access to the training facilities, simulators and an equipment allowance for any extra tools you may require."

 

She led him through to the service elevator, taking it to the accommodation level.

 

"Here's your room. If you require anything let me or one of the others know. You can use one of the transports between the Coruscant Headquarters and the Casino if you need to. I'll let you decide where you want to start out. There are other agents around the Casino if you wish to socialize or train with them."

[Faick Ond]

"Thank you very much. But out of curiousity, what exactly does my job entail? I never really found a solid answer on that."

 

((Sorry for the short post. Rushed for time.))

[Faick Ond]

((Legal Double Post))

 

Faick stood outside his quarters WAITING FOR THE TWI'LEK TO ANSWER HIS QUESTION.

[Zara Nargal]

((sorry... ))

 

"You'll create new custom droids and ships and if you want a break from that you can go on a mission with one of the others or solo. If you would like, there's a mission on the board at the moment to take a shipment of supplies to Corelia to our offices there. You can do that if you like... unless you want to get straight into building."

 

The Twi'lek began to move off...

 

[Menthu]

He decided to hold of viewing ths hip, instead he simply sat down on his bed. He was... inactive. Sure this was better than traveling the galaxy with nothing to do. Though he had to admit there were times he wished he could run into his old master again. Or the alien he stole the lightsaber from.

 

He sighed, as he fell into an old memory...

 

He had been, angry, one of many times in his life to be sure, never the lest he had found himself, pointing his gun, directly at a Sith Lord, his apprentice standing off to the side like some sort of whipped dog.

 

The air had felt charged in a way, he could almost smell the blood that was about to be spilled.

 

He had been fortunate enough to knock the Sith's saber from his grasp, which had allowed for the Situation to escalate in the way it had. Which would have never happened if the Man's idiot apprentice had not been utterly useless, despite his so called- advanced training.

 

Suddenly he had felt nearly unimaginable pain, as his former master, appear from no where snapping a whip into the center of his back. If that hadn't been bad enough, the blasted thing had eatten away at him in a strange way. To the point the for ever more he seemed to be cursed with this mark on his back.

 

He had picked himself up and off the ground after his master, had finished 'escorting' the two off his grounds, and had by chanced noticed the lightsaber. That he had of course decided to keep as a sign of his ablity.

 

He sighed, recalling that day, funny thing was, it had been far safer to take on a Kyrat Dragon, which he knew from...Personal experience, then to have attempted what he had that day.

 

He streched, sitting for long periods of time was annoying, as well as sickning when it wasn't being used for any true purpose.

 

Standing up he stalked out into the hall.

[Durose Roshan]

It wasn't long before Victoria crossed his path. Excited to see him, Victoria ran up and gave him a big hug.

 

"Procs! How have you been? It's good to see you're out and about. Oh. Guess what. The lab finally matched the poison that Durose ingested. We have a lead on the seller now! Durose asked me to go track him down and investigate the incident. Wanna come?"

 

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It had only been a few hours since Durose had revived from his coma. He was lucky he had went to the doctor when he did. Had he waited any longer, he might have not survived. Still, the doctors had been able to do little at first. Putting him in a medically induced coma, the medical team had scrambled to determine the extact type of poison while hoping that his unconscious state would slow its spread and activity.

 

Fortunately, it did save them enough time to counter the poison and save Durose's life. However, the trouble had been reviving him from the coma. It would seem that the poison's aftereffects had locked him in his state of absolute inactivity.

 

It was not until a few hours ago that Durose awoke. He was still weak and some of his memories blurry, but he was alive. That's what mattered. A few hours later, Durose was cleared by the doctors to leave the facility. However, he would not be cleared to return to work for sometime.

 

Silent throughout this whole process, Durose's first words were, "Where's Brina?"

[Menthu]

He raised an eyebrow, she sure was excited about trackdown a wannabe killer. He reached up to scratch his head, then decided against it.

 

"Sure i'll come along, as long as you give me some nice looking killing tools."

 

He sighedm well at least he would be able to strech out again. He had been cooped up in this area for far too long. Perhaps he would even exerisce the few force powers he did have. He coudl do the basics, for the most part. Then again he was some what out of practice.

[Durose Roshan]

Victoria looked a little disappointed but tried not to show it.

 

"That's all you care about, isn't it? Killing... It isn't that great, is it?"

 

Leading him forward, Victoria took him to the weapons locker.

 

"Take your pick. Hurry up. The freighter is ready to go and we need to move before our target moves again."

[Menthu]

He sighed, no she wouldn't understand. In the end it wouldn't matter he would still do what ever he felt needed to be done.

 

It wasn't the killing he cared for. After all he had spent almost his entire life killing or almost being killed. No it was the act of killing, the challenge of seeing if one would be able to accomplish such a goal. That and having the ability to wipe out a person's life, their dreams, and their hopes. After all what better way then to have some one acknowledge that you are alive, then by killing those they care for.

 

He would have sighed, it was the matter of leaving the legacy, and the challenge to do it, not the killing itself. He looked through the locker before settling on the A280 blaster rifle. A vibro dagger that he hid in his belt, and three flash grenades. He figured that would be all he needed. With his spider silk, he was normally unstoppable anyway.

 

He strapped on his rifle and looked toward the transport.

 

"Ready when you are."

[Rihn]

A Messages is sent to Zara and the Link Casino:

 

Good day, ma'am. The Hutt Cartel sends its greetings. Being that we are currently in the state of war, the cartel is currently looking to beef up its ranks. We are looking to hire any available mercs, ages 18 to 45, in good health and battle ready.

 

The Cartel is willing to pay handsomely for such services along with bonuses for victories, kills, and the like. If you have some available men or women who are adventuresome, looking to make some good money, and up for the challenge, please send them our way.

 

Please discuss this will all your available members and have them notify Executive Rihn over a secure comlink for further information, if they are interested. Thank you for your time and the cartel bids you farewell.

[Zara Nargal]

Zara's personal secretary received the comm, and sent a copy of the message on to Zara who was still away from the Casino. Processing the request, she had a new Bulletin added to the main Notice Board for All employees to read and respond to if they wanted to...

 

The Hutt Cartel is currently looking to hire any available mercs, ages 18 to 45, in good health and battle ready.

 

The Cartel is willing to pay handsomely for such services along with bonuses for victories, kills, and the like. If there are any available men or women who are adventuresome, looking to make some good money, and up for the challenge, please notify Executive Rihn over a secure comlink for further information.

 

Current Bounties still active are for Piccolo and Ganelon.

[Brina Thalin]

The Black Pantha landed at the Casino.

 

Brina rubbed her eyes with her hand. "Well, that pretty much got us nowhere, wouldn't you say?" she asked Zara.

 

Standing, she exited the ship. For once, an idea struck her. "Actually, I think I could use a drink after that. Do you want to come? Otherwise, I'll meet up with you later so we can talk this out," she told her friend.

[Lobo]

A starfighter emerged from hyperspace, docking at the Link Casino. Lobo had wasted quite a few credits here on his last visit, and he couldn't deny the place was beneath him somewhat. But this was just about the only place he could think of to head next. It was here that Trowa Barton had offered him his last job. Lobo was a big believer in luck, and his ran strong whenever he was in the Casino. Lobo remembered the target of that job,, Slicer, vividly. He'd enjoyed the beating he gave that guy.

 

I'm pretty sure these Casino guys benefited from Slicer's demise. He was involved in that whole robbery event, when they let that group of mercenaries clean them out.

 

Lobo was sure he could use that against them somehow, especially if they were as incompetent as he suspected. Lobo shouted out as he exited his ship,

 

"Hey, can I get some service over here or what?"

 

People today seemed to have less and less respect for celebrities.

[Zara Nargal]

"Absolutely no where", Zara agreed.

 

She followed Brina out of the ship, receiving a message that her children were in their beds fast asleep. Her eyes met her friends, giving a nod.

 

"A drink sounds a good idea."

 

***

 

Lobo was met at the hanger by the usual entourage for 'special guests'. He is shown into the security room first, as per the usual proceedures. All guests had to pass through the security before being allowed into the Casino proper.

 

"If you would place your weaponry in this locker sir, you may collect it once you leave the Casino."

[Lobo]

Lobo set his pistol inside the locker. The bounty hunter hadn't seen much of a reason to carry all his weapons into the Casino. He wasn't here to bust heads, much to his chagrine. He tossed the man his giant hammer. The guard dropped to the floor from the weight of the weapon.

 

"Sorry buddy, but that won't fit. Keep it safe for me."

 

Lobo decided to cut to the chase. If he went straight into the Casino, he'd spend all his credits, or be mobbed by adoring fans. He didn't have time for that sort of thing.

 

"I need to see someone important, as soon as possible. The Link owes me."

[Zara Nargal]

Seeing one of the security personal drop with the weight of the weapon, a droid steps forward to lift it to a secure location until the patron was ready to collect it.

 

Without missing a beat, one of the security personnel motioned for him to come along as he lead the way over where some conference rooms were located.

 

"To which will I say this is in regards to Sir?"

 

They often had people wanting to see 'someone important' so would find out what it was about first.

[Durose Roshan]

Durose sat quietly towards the back of the bar. Stirring his blue milk, Durose stared into the crowd. Various people, all with their own agendas. Some innocent, some devious, and undoubtledly, some outright evil.

 

Sighing, Durose glanced down at the drink infront of him. He frowned as he continued to stir the milk rather than drink it. Had he really become scared of his favorite beverage? The very thought made him violently clench his teeth. This was unreasonable. Just because some devilish person had doped his drink at the Hutt palace didn't mean the same kind of thing would happen here. That very idea sounded silly.

 

Still, he couldn't get himself to move the glass to his lips. He had only recently recovered from the coma Tal Raza's poison had lead to. An old rival, Tal Raza hadn't been any kind of threat to Durose for a long time. However, even the smallest threat often found a way to take advantage of a situation if you let them. He was probably out to settle a few scores. Of course, he hadn't succeeded. As usual, even his best efforts fell short when it came to outdoing Durose. Only this time, Durose would use no mercy. He would make sure Tal Raza would never have a second chance to correct his mistakes.

 

Watching the liquid swirl, Durose became mesmerized as he dodged and darted through memories of the past... old and new... good and bad... The noise of the crowd blurred to an almost complete silence as he continued to reminisce.

 

Piloting... bounty hunting... the.... .... ..... ....

 

Durose suddenly felt flush with panic. He was missing something. He knew something was missing. And the more he thought... the more he realized he was missing multiple memories. But even more than that, he realized he had conflicting memories. He remembered things that couldn't have happened because of another memory he had.

 

That person was dead. No, he was away for the weekend. I didn't let her go. I killed him. I didn't lose that. I still have it in my room... or do I?

 

Durose gripped the table with both hands to steady himself. An immense panic had taken over his body, a kind he had not known before. This couldn't be right. He could only figure that he must still be drugged. But the doctors had cleared him. He was 100% ok.

 

"Oh god..." he whispered as he realized his position.

 

Whether his dreams, coma illusions, or fabricated memories had blended with reality, Durose knew one thing for sure. He suddenly was unsure about everything. An apparent sense of paranoia set in as he resumed browsing the crowd.

 

Why was he here? Was he a spy, a merc, a passerby or an employee? What was his relationship to the others in the room? Was he in danger? Was he really in charge of security here? Did he really go to Myrkr? ...

 

As the questions continued to flood his mind, Durose slipped lower into his chair. A rage begin to boil over within the cathar. A rage natural to his species. A rage he had always been careful to control.

 

With one sudden outburst, Durose hurled the table into the adjacent barrier, smashing the table and milk into little pieces and leaving an impression in the wall. Not caring what anyone thought of his actions, the angry Cathar bumped his way through the startled and somewhat scared crowd, heading for the exit.

[Lobo]

Lobo wasn't about to just go into some conference room. Lobo was egotistical, condescending, and had no ability to differentiate between fantasy and reality. But he was not stupid. He didn't walk anywhere he was directed unarmed. Lobo stopped outside the conference area, forcing the Link representative to stop as well.

 

"Hold up short man."

 

Lobo didn't completely understand the question. So, he ignored it. He hadn't really been listening, practicing his dramatic speech in his mind.

 

"I'm here because the Link owes me. A while back I was burnt, beaten, and nearly killed when I destroyed the man called Slicer. It also got me heat from the Imperials. I believe he was involved in the robbery of this place. Now, I didn't do this for the Link, I was hired by someone else. But the point remains, I should get something from you guys for it. The Link owes me something."

 

The argument wasn't exactly fullproof. But Lobo was oblivious to this. In his mind, they owed him just for gracing this place with his presence, let alone the death of Slicer. Celebrity publicity was gold, afterall.

 

"I need help. I need to find a Jedi, any Jedi. Right now."

[Brina Thalin]

She nodded, and the two headed to one of the bars. Brina entered just in time to see Durose throw something across the room, then storm out.

 

Her eyebrows shot up at the scene. She had thought he would have recovered from whatever had happened at the Hutts' palace by now. She stepped over to a computer screen, and quickly got a report from the doctors telling her that he had been treated for poison, then cleared. With that knowledge in hand, she shot Zara a worried look.

 

Stepping over to the remains of the table and grabbing a broom, Brina swept up the peices while the cleaning droids hurried over to finish the job. She glanced around the room to see most of the other patrons staring. "It'll be alright," she announced. "Go back to your drinks. In fact, the next round is on the house."

 

There was a general murmur of approval, punctuated by a few cheers from some of the more drunken patrons, and everyone did as she said and went back to what they were doing.

 

Brina stepped up to Zara. "Do you think I should check on him?" Her tone betrayed a hint of worry that surprised even herself. Perhaps she had started to convince herself to give him more of a chance. She had never gotten along well with the Cathar, proved in point by the several rather loud conversations they had had on the Myrkr-Tatooine trip, but he was a valuable employee and she didn't want to lose him.

[Zara Nargal]

Zara watched the Cathar storm off as well, also moving to ease the crowd, speaking quietly with the bar staff to see what had set Durose off. Moving back to Brina's side, she took the broom from her to finish up,

 

"I think you better go after him. We'll have that drink later."

 

"Ms Zara... Ms Brina... there's some guy in the lobby by the name of Lobo that says the Link owes him... something about Slicer's death? He's saying something about wanting to find a Jedi... any Jedi..."

 

Zara thanked the staff member, turning back to Brina she shook her head...

 

"No rest for the weary... you see to Durose, I'll see to Lobo."

 

The broom was handed to another staff member to put away while the girls went back to work.

 

**

 

Arriving in the main entrance of the Casino, Zara could see instantly who it was that was creating the fuss. She'd dealt with these people that figured they were gods gift... the majority of them needed to be treated with 'kidgloves'.

 

"I hear you are looking for a Jedi Sir? If you would come over to the bar with me we shall see if we can find you one."

 

Zara motioned for him to join her walking over to one of the bars off the entrance lobby.

[Lobo]

Lobo ran his hands through his massive black mane. His red eyes looked Zara over carefully. As she approached, the subtly sucked in his chest. He slapped Zara on the back.

 

"Well aren't you a cute one. Yeah, I'm looking for a Jedi. Normally I don't associate with do-gooders, but this is a special situation."

 

Normally Lobo would have added an especially inappropriate remark, but he was trying to be on his best behavior. For one completely ignorant of proper etiquette, it wasn't going well. He hopped onto one of the stools as they approached the bar. Unfortunately it was a bit small for a wookiee hybrid. Lobo tried to keep his head low. He didn't want his fans to recognize him.

 

"So what you got for me babe?"