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| AGU-NPC | Feb 15 2014, 09:04 PM Post #1 |
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Time Stamp 77 ABY - Month One - Day 8 Morning Offices of Blyrt Morkath Vice League Headquarters Bothawui Morkath rolled his jaw, testing to see if it really was as stiff as it felt. Deciding that it was, in fact, stiff as duracrete he took another sip of the brandy to his right. It was far too early to be drinking, or so his mother would say, but then again his mother had passed away of an anxiety attack. He grinned as he considered the irony. Taking a moment to reflect on the humor he ignored the buzzer asking that he open his door. After a few buzzes and a bark of irritation at his secretary through his intercom the door swung open. Yasmine O'Haire. She'd been more than just an asset to the Vice League here on Bothawui, she was essential. Her eye for detail was second to none, who else would have noticed the almost invisible bruising left behind on those working girls arms. The CEO herself had come down to mete out judgement on that brothel. He shuddered at the thought. "Yasmine, sit down, I have work for you. Decent assignment, good pay," he said, tapping a long hairy finger on a folder that sat neatly at the center of his desk. The assignment was dangerous, more dangerous than her previous few, but with danger came prestige and pay raises. Eventually she could land herself a job as an administrator. Maybe get out of the league entirely, that was ideal. In the long term he wanted her in a position of comfort. He did care after all. |
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| Lady_Valdyme | Feb 20 2014, 08:16 AM Post #2 |
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"What kind of work?" Yasmine asked as she stepped into the room and sat down in front of his desk. She reached for the folder, tossing her long hair behind her and out of her eyes. Today, she felt confident being in Morkath's office. Usually it filled her with dread; not that she hated the bothan- she felt quite the opposite towards him- more that she hated some of the assignments he presented her with. It was better than working at the Scarlet Blouse, she reminded herself. Anything was better than that. For a brief instance she thought of Jack, probably still sleeping in her apartment. She had left him there after receiving a message on her comlink that lead her here. She left the probably hung over smuggler some breakfast and hoped that he wouldn't touch anything else while he stayed in her apartment. The young woman snapped back to the present, pushing last nights events from her mind. "I guess it doesn't really matter what kind of work it is. I can't exactly say no," she sighed and looked up from the folder. "Where is it I'm going?" |
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| Hobro | Feb 20 2014, 10:53 PM Post #3 |
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The bothan crossed his arms, his protoge had lost the child like naievete that she had carried to Bothawui with her. He wondered just how tough she would become. He sighed. "There's an exchange tonight at the capital city space port. A local Toydarian Vice Dealer by the name of Yettol is meeting with a smuggling gang about shipping in unprocessed glitterstim." He scowled at the folder. "Yettol had a gold star reputation with the 'league. I wonder what drove him to this level of garbage." Shrugging his shoulders Morkath placed his hands on the table. "The Vice League believes in giving one second chance to guys like him. Let him know he can walk away from this and everyone goes home free and clear. If he refuses, arrest him and his new contacts," he paused preparing himself for the next instruction. "If they use force, you're authorized to return with lethal force." |
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| Lady_Valdyme | Feb 23 2014, 10:16 AM Post #4 |
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"Can do, sir," Yasmine muttered, putting the folder back onto his desk. Where she was going, she didn't need the paperwork. The toydarian looked familiar to her, so she figured she'd be able to find him and his new friends without any trouble down at the space port. The young woman stood up and checked her hip for her blaster. After securing its location she nodded to the bothan and smiled. "I'll have this taken care of before you know it. With any luck, lethal force won't be necessary. If this guy used to be as 'in' with the Vice League as you say, he'll probably come around after I talk with him." She moved towards the door. "I'll call in when its taken care of!" |
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