Alien Conspiracy

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)"Well, since we'll be traveling together," Zakta began, sliding a few credits on the table to cover the drinks. "Wouldn't it be much easier if our ships were connected as to limit confusion upon our arrival at any given system?" In a way, he found the situation hilarious, but somehow managed to disguise his grin.

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)"Actually, yes, one more thing," Zakta began, pushing himself from his seat. "How would you feel about carrying my ship around?"

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)"For the time being at least. Once this whole mess blows over, you'll be free to do what you wish." Zakta responded.

IC (Centerpoint, day 1)"Well, first off we need to get out of the system." Zakta began. "Go underground on a city planet, maybe Coruscant or Nar Shaddaa. We hide around there and make a living for ourselves while the earliest people to take the bounty on us lose interest and find other targets. Then, when we've got a better edge on this slimy thug, we get back at him and clear up this price on our heads."

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)"Well, a plan of action would be my first choice." the hunter said, leaning back in his seat. "Now, this guy isn't that big on the food chain, but he's got deep pockets. I checked on his financials before I took out the contract on you, and he's got quite a bit of money for a Rodian who just got out of prison. I wouldn't be surprised if we already have a Hutt-sized bounty on our heads." he paused as the waitress returned, bringing him a new drink. He quietly thanked her and waited for her to leave, continuing. "Now, that kind of money is going to bring hunters. A lot of them. I'd say our best bet to get out of this mess unscathed is to fly low and wait for the main drag to pass us by, and give us a chance to get a bit of payback."

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)The hunter sighed as he finished his drink, setting it aside. "What I want," he began, seemingly unphased. "is for you to lighten up a bit, and have a drink. We have plenty to discuss, so you might as well make yourself comfortable." He turned to a waitress, motioning her over. "What's your fancy? I hear they have some nice Corellian Ale."

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)"I don't see much good in sharing names, considering I already know yours." he mumbled, taking a sip from a drink he had set aside. "But I suppose if you feel so inclined, then you can call me Zakta."

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)The Rift wasn't what Zakta had predicted it would be, but it was good enough for now. He had secured himself a nice corner table near the back, where he sat with a particularly enticing Twi'lek dancer. She stared at him, enthralled by one of his 'pick-up' stories. "... So there I was." he continued in his dramatic voice, watching the dancer swoon. "Caught between the dreaded hunter Sven, and the Hutt Largo; my escape, cut off by a group of the crime lord's finest men. My hope, dwindling, I reached for my blaster, and-" he continued, pausing as his eyes drifted over the Twi'lek's shoulder to Csarissa as she stepped through the entrance. "Ah, Csarissa! Over here!" he shouted out, waving the Selonian over.

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)Zakta crossed his arms, sighing. "If you must. But do hurry, we don't want to spend too much time on this station. When you get back, meet me in The Rift. It looks like a nice enough place to get a drink. They might even have clean glasses." he said, pointing somewhere off behind him. With out any further instructions, he turned and vanished into the crowd of people, presumably heading towards the bar.

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)The Commercial sector, despite its vast array of stalls, didn't seem to have anything that really caught Zakta's eye. Sure he could use a new blaster, and he'd really enjoy an astromech, but where'd he put it? He had the money, but no room on his tiny starfighter. So, with heavy disappointment, he left the last store. He was just getting ready to leave for his ship, when he spotted a familiar looking figured, glancing through the stalls with an astromech droid in tow. "There you are Csarissa... It's time to talk." He pulled up the veil on his suit, stealthily changing over to his human form as he slunk through the crowd towards the Selonian. He stepped casually beside her as she walked, flipping down his veil. "Hey, finally found you." he began in a friendly voice. "Wanna grab a drink?"

IC(Centerpoint Station, Day 1)Changing his ship's ID transponder was a procedure Zakta had grown accustomed to. He learned from an old mechanic back on Nar Shaddaa, and always kept a spare card on him, just in case. His new ID would get him on the station without drawing the attention of CorSec, but it wouldn't be long before they tracked him down, especially after the ruckus he caused planet-side. The docking process took a little over an hour, and after another ten minute wait, he finally arrived at Centerpoint. Rather than use his human form, he chose the more unorthodox iridonian. He was still working out how to get the horns just right, but he could hide it beneath his Mabari armor weave. The Bounties office, a small, cramped room beneath the commercial district was mostly empty, save for an officer who manned the desk. Zakta stepped up to a small console, checking over a list of faces and numbers. "How often does your list update?" he asked in passing. "Our list updates every two to four hours." The officer yawned. "If you're looking for a specific target, they've either already been claimed, or haven't been added to the list yet." "Ah, thank you." He responded, searching for the Selonian's name first. An error message popped up, stating no name existed in the system. Zakta breathed a sigh of relief. If there was a bounty on them, it wasn't up yet. There was still time to get out. He nodded to the officer, leaving the office. Now time to find his companion; but first, a bit of shopping.

IC(Corellia, Coronet, Day 1):Zakta hopped into the cockpit of his Starfighter, sighing as he eased back into his natural, scaly form. As the fighter began to power up, the door across the hangar opened. A second team of grunts spilled in firing blindly. The Clawdite prepped for a quick escape, when the weapons light suddenly flashed on. "Revenge, you have the strangest timing of all forces..." he thought, pulling the trigger. A volley of lasers erupted into the hangar, killing most of the team in an explosion of fire. The few remaining survivors continued firing, even as he flipped the ship around and blasted off into the atmosphere. He felt comfortable in the blanket of space, even with the mass of signals pinging his vessel. "Centerpoint station eh? Well... lets see what happens."

IC(Corellia, Starlight Sentinel, Day 1)"In case you didn't notice, my employer just tried to kill me." Zakta began, crossing his arms. "There's not much point in killing you now, and taking into account the fact that we'll both have quite large bounties on our heads within the next few days, I'd say it's within both of our best interests to we stick together until we come up with a solution to this predicament."

IC(Corellia, Coronet Spaceport, Day 1)"Before we begin traipsing around the galaxy," Zakta began, folding his legs as he took his seat against the back wall. "Perhaps you could drop me off in hangar 342c so I could pick up my ship? It's actually a bit important to me."

IC(Corellia, Coronet Spaceport, Day 1)Zakta said nothing, quickly and quietly sheathing his blade. "Instead of killing me," he began, his face expressionless. "Why not focus on getting us out of here before they decide to blow a hole in your ship like they did with that door?"

IC(Corellia, Coronet Spaceport, Day 1)"Well, so much for your perfect record..." Zakta thought as he stared up at his Selonian captor. The smoke had finally begun dissipating, so the two get get a fine look at one another. "All right," Csarissa barked, "who are you and who sent you?" "Who am I?" He said, surprised at the question. "I am nobody; just another man with a mission... My employer, however is a different story.""Oh really? Do tell.""I believe you two have already been acquainted." He began. "His name is-"Before he could finish his sentence, the door on the other side of the hangar suddenly blew open, sending shrapnel and smoke throughout the room. As the dust settled, four figures rushed in, carrying blaster rifles. They lined up, aiming their weapons at the two as a fifth, more familiar figure stepped through the broken doorway. Zeert smiled, folding his arms as he stared at Zakta and Csarissa. "Hello you two, how are things?"

IC(Corellia, Coronet Spaceport, Day 1):Zakta recoils as a bolt of energy impacts on the hull of the ship mere inches from him. "So that's how its gonna be, eh?" Grabbing his blaster with his free hand, he flipped his vibrosword around, digging the tip into the metal floor. Making sure there was room to take cover behind the ship, he dragged the blade forward, spraying up a shower of hot sparks into the smoke in front of him.

IC (Corellia, Coronet Spaceport, Day 1)Zakta stepped through the smoke, stopping just before the veiled frame of Csarissa's ship. Things were proving to be more difficult than he had predicted. "Come out Csarissa, you can't hide forever!" he called out, scanning around him. "Even if you escape alive, you've got a pretty nice bounty on your head that is sure to attract the attention of every well-off hunter in the galaxy. Just give up now and save yourself the hassle!"

IC(Corellia, Coronet Spaceport, Day 1)Zakta hears the shots before he sees them. He rolls to the right, barely escaping the shots as they impact into the door where he stood moments ago. "She's fast." he thought, quickly pulling out a small capsule. He pushed a button on the top, rolling it out into the hangar. After a small delay, it detonated, spraying a thick smokescreen out throughout the hangar. He smiled, sprinting out into the cloud. "Let's see who's faster."

IC (Corellia, Coronet Spaceport, Day 1)Zakta saw Csarissa step into the hangar. The time to strike was now.. He reached beneath his cloak and quickly activated his vibrosword, slipping through the hangar door unnoticed. Once inside, he found the door control console and smashed it with his elbow.. With a shudder, the door slammed shut, locking him in with the Selonian.

IC (Corellia, Coronet Spaceport, Day 1)Zakta stepped from the hangar, cloaked in his Mabari armor. Stepping from the view of the cameras, he checked to make sure his equipment was well secured. Sword, blaster, and tracer, just incase she managed to slip through his grasp. He paused, admiring the blade; covered in ancient ceremonial markings, light gleaming from its stainless surface. "Six years of service and still not a single stain..." he murmured, sheathing the vibrosword beneath his cloak. "Do not fail me in my mission this time, or any other..."He pulled out the datapad from Zeert, checking the target info for what seemed the hundredth time now. She had her ship docked in bay K4c3. Zakta smiled, studying his target's face one last time before shutting down the device."The hunt begins anew."

IC: DAY 1, CORELLIACoronet city, the Blue Sector, in a small bar called the Smokey Gizka; not exactly where Zakta would have set up a meeting, but who was he to argue with client? Even stranger was the fact that he was even going to this meeting in the first place. His clientele were usually dealt with through wireless transfers and communication, usually to avoid public scandal, embarrassment, possible incarceration, et cetera... but this one was different. This one wasn't afraid of a little one-on-one with a cold-blooded killer. Whatever the case, it was a job worth the extra risk of exposing himself.Zakta adjusted his jacket, making sure he had his pistol close at hand, then checked his reflection in a small puddle outside the bar, formed from a leaky pipe up above. ”Black hair... green eyes... conventional, common, but slightly aggressive... looking good." he thought, smoothing his long hair back. Even though it was all a clever manipulation of his skin, he still thought he looked pretty good as a human. After another final inspection of his body, he stretched out, then stepped into the bar.The place wasn't exactly a five start joint. A thick, white haze coated the floor of the room from origins unknown. There were a couple of patrons scattered throughout, but most seemed to be keeping to themselves. Local music blared over a speaker somewhere as some fuzzy, holographic dancers played around on a small podium in the center of the room. He scanned around until finally spotting the client; a fat rodian in the 'VIP' section of the bar, munching down on some local cuisine whilst being watched by two hulking Gamorrean guards. They already spotted him, of course. Marked him the moment he stepped through the door. He sighed, stepping over with his hands raised. He didn't want to take any chances, especially with these grunts.They grunted in unison, turning back to the rodian."Yes," he said between bites of his meat. "Let him through."The pigs snorted, raising their weapons for him to pass, though their eyes never left him. "So," the rodian began, still savoring his meal. "You are the merciless killer that I hired?""I would assume so... Is there something wrong?"The rodian chuckled. "Oh, it's nothing. I just thought you would be a bit... taller.""Am I not what you expected?""No no," he said, cutting up another piece of his meal. "Here, have a seat, Mr..?""For now, just call me Sven." Zakta said, taking his seat."Alright then, Mr. Sven. I believe you already acquainted with my name?""You're Zeert Gerio." Zakta began. "Arrested by CorSec almost five standard years ago for smuggling and trafficking of illegal substances, recently released for 'good behavior'.""Ah, so you've been doing your homework?" Zeert chuckled, setting his food down. "Then I suppose we can just cut right to the chase.""That was the plan."Zeert slid a datapad from beneath his plate across the table. "Your target is a former CorSec agent named Csarissa Kitanar. She's commanded a small squad that took down all kinds of scum."Zakta opened the datapad, scrolling through various articles and images. "Why her?""She," the rodian spit "Was the leader of the team that brought me in those years ago. She wasted five years of my life, and I want them repaid with her blood!"He didn't respond, looking over the documents. "She was recently removed from command?""Yeah, some sob story about her entire team getting themselves killed in the line of duty, but I really couldn't care less." Zeert said, shoving more food down his throat. "What I do care about, is whether or not you'll be taking this contract.""Hrm... It's a bit challenging, taking down someone with this kind of training... How much are you willing to pay?""You'll get five-thousand credits up front, transferred directly to your account from here, another ten when the job is finished."The Clawdite smiled. "That'll be just fine.""Good, I'll have the credits transferred now."Zakta looked back down at the face of Csarissa, glowing brightly against the backdrop of the bar. He didn't know who this Selonian was, but she was gonna die.

10101010Name: Zakta AnoSpecies: ClawditeGender: MaleHome Planet: ZolanOccupation: Bounty Hunter: Income fluctuates depending on the contracts available and the reward.Abilities: Clawdite Camouflage, Mabari Tier IV training, trained assassin and swordsmanForce Abilities: N/AEquipment/Tools: Personal datapad, Mabari Armorweave, CommunicatorWeapons: Mabari ceremonial vibroblade, DY 225 Heavy blaster pistol, CR-2 blaster pistolAppearance: Varies, prefers original form when alone or with trusted company, but is most comfortable in his human form when on missions or in public places. His most comfortable forms include Weequay, Human, Zeltron, and Zabrak, but he has many other forms that he gathered from his time spent on Nar Shaddaa.Personality: Enigmatic, anti-social when in the presence of unknown company, funny, quiet, polite. Although he hunts and kills for a living, he has a sense of morality and honor, and may even refuse to take down a target if he can find a reason for them to live that is worth more than money.History: Zakta Akto never knew his true parents. They abandoned him at an early age, and he was left to fend for himself in the slums of Zolan for almost ten standard years before two Zolanders, Lari Gado and Seer Gado of the Mabari cult, took him into their family in secrecy. They raised him for eight years, training him in the art of combat until he was old enough to be initiated into the Mabari. After some convincing and skepticism, Zarlan was accepted into the ranks of the religious cult. While facing prejudice in the mostly Zolander warrior cult, Zakta persevered, learning techniques from the Mabari for four years. Then, one faithful day, during a training exercise, he was provoked by his sparring partner, a Zolander named Tarren, and killed him. Fearing prosecution and humiliation for his entire family, he used his clawdite ability of camouflage to disguise himself as a Weequay and escaped Zolan on a departing freighter, taking with him nothing besides his ceremonial Mabari sword which he had hopes of selling off-world. This would later become his weapon of choice for assassination. Unknowing of his destination, he was brought to the Hutt moon of Nar Shaddaa, where he was found out and imprisoned. Having been raised in an environment famous for its animosity to other species, he was quite uncomfortable with the thought of being on a planet filled to the brim with a diversity of hundreds if not thousands of different aliens. This changed quickly however when he realized that a profit could be made by killing off certain, unwanted aliens. His natural talent of camouflage combined with his deep hatred of other species made him the perfect candidate for a bounty hunter.He spent six years doing this before he received a contract asking for the assassination of a Hutt named Largo. In the end, it turned out to be a trap set up by another bounty hunter, Sven Arenio, who tipped off the Hutt in advance. The trap was set and Zakta was nearly killed, but still managed to escape, killing the bounty hunter that tricked him in the process. Now with his identity compromised and an entire planet after his head, he faked his death, liquidated his assets, and fled the planet in the late Sven's HH-87 Starfighter. Free from the confines of the corrupt city planet, he now makes a living as a freelancer, taking contracts from the highest bidder wherever he goes across the galaxy.Ship Name: Deception ReincarnateModel: HH-87 StarhopperFunction: Starfighter/Personal TransportWeapons: Two heavy laser cannonsModifications: Much of the interior of the craft has been upgraded and minimized. Systems upgraded include a modified targeting computer, new stabilizers, and a better engine. A small compartment was also created behind the seat for smuggling or simple storage of cargo.History: Once the property of aspiring bounty hunter Sven Arenio, Zakta acquired the ship when he first left Nar Shaddaa. As of now, the ship has seen little use, having just been custom made for the bounty hunter as a reward for bringing Zakta to the Hutt Largo.

OOC: ACK! Sorry about being so inactive guys, but a lot of stuff has been going on and I just haven't kept up with it. Hopefully this will help make up for the stuff I missed...IC: At the palace in Tsin'Vidali..."... Sir I must object to this outrageous proposition of yours! It makes no sense, especially in this time of crisis!""I don't care Gretli!" Itzli roared as he stormed into the throne room. "They had it in the movies, why can't we have it in real life?The keep sighed. Quite frankly he was growing tired of his ruler's complete ignorance. Unfortunately, he was his ruler, so he couldn't object. "Milord... It was a MOVIE. It was fiction! Not the truth! Why must you insist on having this anti-gravity nonsense in the first place?!""Because..." the emperor began, pausing a moment as though he were contemplating a witty answer. "Because... I just do! So there!"The keeper grumbled beneath his breath, watching as Itzli climbed to his throne, plopping himself defiantly down onto the golden-laced seat. "Our resources are stretched far enough as it is with the ###### war! Which, if I recall correctly, you're supposed to be fighting in!""I don't care!""But how are we supposed to- we don't even know where to begin! It's FICTIONAL SCIENCE milord!""Then I suggest you get those egg-heads started on finding a way to make it work!"The keeper grumbled, seeing no way in beating sense into the childish ruler. "Fine... I'll go tell our valuable scientists to turn away from researching more useful tech and delve into your anti-gravity dream... milord.""See? Now was that so hard? Get to it Gretli! I want one of those Solar Cruisers by the turn of the century!"Gretli grumbled in disbelief, turning and leaving the emperor alone. A wise decision, if he did say so himself.RESEARCH BEGUN: Anti-gravityTime till completion: NEVEROOC: Also production report coming soon, I promise.

(IC Wargames) The officer chose to take his mixed battalion of basic infantry, Zilren, and Elite units up north to the hills and forests. With only four rather outdated tanks at their disposal, this seemed the most logical option. They did however, manage to acquire a new experimental anti-vehicle weapon shipped in before the beginning of the war-games, dubbed the AVL (Basically an RPG-7)(Black Crescent Empire) Riots erupted in the streets as rebel forces stormed the city of Cairn Taliti (Q4). No further news has been released by officials, but it appears as though Imperial forces are slowly being forced from the city, choosing to fall back to the Capital rather than hold their ground.(OOC) Sorry about the inactivity recently. I plan on getting an Industry report up soon.