*Da Sherreef looked around. Hearing no complaints of his treaty, he shrugged.*

=Da Sherreef=

OOC: I miss having days of posts. LOL

*Da Sherriff heard a noise and saw the droids heading his way. He pointed to one of his Gungan officers.*

=Da Sherreef=


*The Gungan officer nodded and cordially walked over to inspect the droids.*

Within the city - somewhere, perhaps not somewhere too crowded, but there were some people around - flashed a brilliant light from whence no origin could be determined. Perhaps only a few meters in proportion, the ball of light receded and dissipated near swiftly as it had erupted.
And there, in the very core of where the light had strangely just existed, stood Ryu Alres.
Normally teleportation and vanishing acts would be frowned upon throughout the galaxy; but not on Wayland.
Never on Wayland.
This was good, and it put an especially cheery smile upon the deformed face of the man as he practically skipped throughout the streets of New Nystao. He had heard rumor through the grape vine that this place had fallen under new management.
"And if that's really the case," he mentioned, half convincing himself it was really true, other half not too bothered by the notion either way, "then it would be terribly uncouth not to extend welcoming pleasantries to the new authorities."
Indeed, he enjoyed meeting new people, picking new brains and shaking new hands. He certainly was a people person, despite what his grotesque appearance might have suggested.

*All three droids were roughly the same size, albeit 'Niner was more... filled out.

As usual, the two B1s were arguing in the background;*

"No, you take out your photoreceptors and see how long it takes you to go blind!"

"No, YOU!"

*But Ayeniner paid no heed, and stopped walking suddenly. He cursed in binary as the two droids behind him walked into him, muttering their apologies.*

"Silence! Sub-sentients are approaching." *Ayeniner said, indicating the Gungans.*

*The Gungans approached the droids in an orderly yet calm manner.*

=Gungans=


*The gungans calmly asked in a formal manner.*

*In his usual, pompous manner, Ayeniner follows his programming - to be an choobies to everyone.*

"I did not come here to negotiate with sub-sentients. Back away or you will be fired upon."

*A few seconds followed where nothing happened. Ayeniner twitched his head, and looked behind him. The two bee-ones were examining eachother's head-cases to see where they could take out their photoreceptors.*

"I said... they will be fired upon!"

*All at once the two battle droids rang out a corus of "Roger Roger!" And fell in behind Ayeniner, guns held at the ready.*

*Ayeniner nodded, seemingly satisfied.*

"Wise choice, vermin. Hold fire, escort! We've got a job to do."

*Ayeniner led the way through the parting of the... well... one Gungan, followed by the two battle droids.

Everything was going well. Indeed, Ayeniner had not detected a hiccough in three point seven three seconds! Almost a record when it came to those dastardly bee-ones.

Then, the whine of blasterfire sounded.*

"Mwahahahahaha, taste laser bolts fleshlings!" *One bee-one shouted.

Ayeniner turned around. His bodyguards had decided to attack as soon as they got a little bit out of arms reach.*

"Fools! I said hold fire!"

*Luckily, their aim wasn't very good. And yet, Ayeniner had detected some sort of malignant programming in their basic speech.*

"You better run, meat-bags! We're gunna fry you!"

*Ayeniner decided it was tactically best to turn around and slip down an alley way.*

"Time to look for some new bodyguards." *He said.*

*New Nystao, capital of Wayland and home to the Noghri Relocation Project. Its population, over the years, had begun to grow and diversify. Before being mainly Noghri and humanoids, it had become home to many different species due to the numerous archeological digs at Mount Tarnis. The mountain once held a secret vault, as well as numerous unaccounted chambers, for Emperor Palpatine and the once supreme Galactic Empire. Although a medium sized portion of the cities outskirts had been destroyed by the invaders, having fired a turbolaser at it from their ship in orbit, the city was thriving. Under the new leadership, however, things might very well just change...*

Adeen walked in to the main office of the now dissolved senate building. He was flanked by two fully armored Mandalorians, his bodyguards. Although he was now the supreme ruler of this planet, he was not foolish enough to take any chances. He had not obtained his ship and crew by simply being lucky. He was a very cunning and strategical man, not to mention a ruthless warrior. Although clan-less, and considered an outcast by the society he hailed from, he had attained great fortune and fame throughout his thirty-five years of life. Now, he had an entire planet to add to his trophy collection.

Deciding the office was too small, he decided to set off for the old Senate Rotunda, the vaulted circular room where the planet's senate had once met. It did not take him long to get there, the complex not being very large.

Upon finally reaching the large room, he descended one of the staircases which lead to the center of the room. There sat a very large table, where the now deceased leader had once sat. "This is much better, inform the Captain to bring me the cities best architects, some renovations are in order." He took a seat at the large desk, one of his bodyguards placing a few maps in front of him. He quickly unrolled them, placing paperweights, which had already been on the table, on each corner. He began to study them intently, deciding where he would build his new castle...

*From the atmosphere a Ye-4 Gunship broke it's descent, flanked by two starfighters to escort it to the City Hall hangar bay. Crew members within the gunship monitored the scans as the ship moved into position to land, minutes passed but seemed like an hour's time. In the cargo hold Darv geared up alongside Tor, securing the woven envirosuit and then placing his beskar'gam over his body. The silver/chrome painted beskar plating shining in the light of the hold save for the scorch marks that lined the backplate and shin guards, they added character to his armor in his mind, on the right shoulder pauldron was the Mythosaur skull of their people, and a constant reminder of the hunter within him. Lifting his buy'ce over his head and letting it fall over his head he blinked twice and let the HUD run it's security scan, taking three seconds to run the DNA scan taken from the scan of his flesh, blinking in the T-shaped Visor were indicators of his friendlies as well as the location they were landing at. Once the thud of the landing was felt he moved to the ramp and pressed his hand against the panel, through the gloved hands the ship's security scanned his print and lowered the ramp. Ensuring that his blasters were clipped into their holsters and the EE-3 Carbine was slung to his back he started to step down slowly, speaking to Tor as he watched for the security team to emerge from their location and meet them.*

"They may be voden, but keep your eyes open. Once we finish talking to this man would you mind finding us a suitable place to keep our things? I need to gather some drinks, I'm sure you wouldn't mind a few bottles..." *Pausing he smirked behind the buy'ce and spoke once more to Tor.* "Besides you don't have any credits anymore." *Chuckling as he finished his last statement he continued to walk forward, stopping near the center of the hangar bay's open areas Darv waited for the security detail to take them to the leader of Wayland.*

==After the meeting with Kandosii in the City Hall==

*Walking silently amongst the civilians of New Nystao Darv moved with earnest toward the closest bar, having wandered around for nearly an hour now he decided the time had come to find somewhere to make his purchases that were desired. Having shed his cloak long before exiting the Ye-4 gunship he merely adorned the silver beskar'gam and buy'ce he normally would wear. Checking his comm ever few minutes as he walked for news from Tor, having discussed where they should break camp Tor had set out to find a suitable location, taking the crew from the ship, wielding beskar machetes to clear an area large enough for the encampment as well as to contain their speeder bikes. The ship would stay in the port of New Nystao, but Darv had decided it was time to upgrade as it was and hoped to find someone in the bar to bargain with. Unfolding his arms as he entered the bar's doorway being scanned for the bar's security he waited, looking over the patrons to see if there were any he somehow knew, but not to his surprise there were none. After the scan was completed he walked slowly to the bar and spoke to the keep.*

"Gonna need a crate of your finest whiskey ner'vod, as well as some ration supplies." *Placing his hand palm down and sliding it toward the barkeep he then lifted the fingers to reveal a few credit denominations, the keep smiled and nodded, speaking only that it would be ready shortly. Speaking again Darv waited.* "I'll take an ale now, just dark and strong. A bowl of soup as well."

*After moments of waiting the soup and ale were sat before Darval, along with a piece of bread to soak in the soup, the protocol droid offered to carry them to a table but he waved the droid aside and instead took a seat at the bar. After the preliminary scan from his HUD had finished, showing no visible signs of hostility other than a few mercenaries sitting in the far back, and one woman sitting alone who was targeted as dangerous he removed his buy'ce, setting it alongside the bowl of soup. Pondering if there was to be another outburst in the second cantina in several days he unfastened the small sheath holding his beskar dagger just below the knee, making it readily accessed if something came about. His blaster pistols still at his sides and ready within a fraction of a moment, slinging the EE-3 Carbine off his back and setting it on the bar the keep then placed it on the underside behind the bartop, Darv nodded and starting eating the soup, using the bread to soak some of it in he waited in silence, listening to the patrons talk to one another around him. Picking up on a voice not too far away speaking of ship sales Darv spoke to the barkeep again.* "Get that man a drink and have him come over here will you?" *As the barkeep walked away with the drink the man had been drinking for hours now according to what the keep had said in return Darv continued to eat his soup, finishing the bread and the soup at nearly the same time, once he was finsihed the ship tradesman sat down alongside him, thanking him for the drink but eying the buy'ce that sat alongside the now empty bowl. Saying something to the affect that they had seen an increase of mandalorians in this establishment recently. Darv smiled at the comment and then spoke to him. Turning to face the man he noticed that he was speaking to a Gran. He started to speak as he turned his seat and faced the man properly.* "Well friend, the times are always changing. I am in the market to sell my ship..." *Pausing to take a drink of his ale he listened to the Gran speak about being willing to purchase his ship he simply needed to know the type and a starting price.* "It's a Ye-4 Gunship, modified weapons systems and nav comp. The navcomp will be cleaned out before the sale, but I'm also in the market for another ship. Crew enlargements and such, just need to find something suitable." *As he took another drink of the ale, a large one, he listened to the Gran go on with a list of ships that he had for sale, one striking the mark of what he knew, manufactured by Xizor Transport Systems, had been used in several pirating schemes if Darv remembered correctly and could fit the needs of the rag tag group quite nicely. The AEG-77 Vigo would serve them nicely. Weapons could be outfitted to do as they liked, as well as hold a substantial amount of cago if need be for a job. The crew would welcome the upgrade to the systems.* "That AEG-77 Vigo will do, how much?" *the Gran smiled and took a drink, speaking again to announce that he wanted one hundred thousand credits and that was his lowest rate since he liked Darv. Darv smirked and spoke again.* "You get the gunship of mine, and fifty thousand credits. That's a good deal. Now if you want to make some more credits you'll point me in the direction of someone holding a good amount of weapons." *The Gran groaned slightly then after a moment accepted the offer. Darv handed him a datapad which he had removed from his belt pouch and opened the bank transfer.* "Just enter your account number and I will transfer the funds now. We can swap the ships out in an hour or so. Have another drink." *After the Gran had entered his account information into the datapad, a clumsy mistake for the seemingly drunk Gran, Darval transferred the credits and flagged the account, sending all the credentials to Tor far away from the cantina now with the coded message to syphon the account in an hour and five minutes. Darv then took another drink of the ale, finishing the pint and setting it down, nodding to the protocol droid to refill it and turned to face the patrons, leaving his back to the bar speaking to the Gran again.* "Transferred, now about those weapons." *Darv waited as the Gran spoke about the men who owned a large sum of weapons that could meet them at the hangar of the Vigo, Darv nodded and continued to stare at the woman who was sitting at the back of the cantina in the dark corner, she wore beskar'gam, and this intrigued him, Darv spoke again to the Gran.* "Meet me there in an hour. I will see you then."

*Standing from the bar stool Darv left the empty bowl and picked up his buy'ce clipping it to his belt as he walked with the now full glass of ale toward the back of the cantina, standing at the table where the woman sat just a moment later he spoke.* "Suc'cuy. My name is Darval. Someone sitting here?" *Looking at the woman sitting in the booth in full beskar'gam Darv waited for a response.*

*Smirking as he heard the voice of the woman, as she leaned forward into the lighting his eyes started to slit and a wide smile spread across his face. Chuckling about the recalling of the last incident Zu was referring to. Sitting down in the chair that she had pushed outward with her boot he began to speak.*

"Well I suppose I could pay that back, but I didn't ask for it either did I?" *Chuckling once more Darv took a drink from his glass of ale and then set it down on the table, knowing that the time he had to spend in the cantina was beginning to dwindle he leaned forward to speak as the band started to play a song, looking over to the bar he spoke to Zu quickly.* "That Gran over there, who is getting ready to leave, he's going to my new ship... But I am sure there is bound to be trouble in the hangar bay. I asked him to bring a friend concerning weapons..." *Pausing he lifted his ale to his lips and took a drink, now facing Zu again. After drinking he placed it back onto the table.* "If my timing is right his account will be cleaned out once he hands the ship over, and he'll have a bolt in his skull. If those Grans even have a skull that is."

*Leaning back and chuckling he pulled the glass of ale and let it rest against his chest, still looking over to the bar every so often as the Gran left the cantina, the barkeep had returned from the back areas of the cantina and gave him the nod that the supplies would be ready whenever he wanted to pick them up behind the cantina. Darv raised his glass to the barkeep and nodded once. Looking back to Zu he spoke again.* "Last I heard you were doing work on your own, something about a shipment being stolen lately? You know I monitor the chatter too much, you expected nothing less I am sure. That Gran has a stockpile of ships, once I get out of there they won't have an owner anymore, and you could take one.... a payback for Zolan?" *Smirking Darv drank the rest of his ale and waved off the pestering protocol droid when asked if he wanted another drink. Once the droid had passed on he leaned in to speak again.* "I've spent more credits than I needed to here. I'm heading to the hangar, Tor is out in the terrain, remember him? He's setting up our camp, speeder bikes are just two kliks from here, take one if you want and meet Tor out there, or you can come be my eyes at the hangar. Your call ner'vod."

*Standing from the table Darv pulled his buy'ce from his clip and placed it over his head, the silver shining in the light as he let the HUD scan his flesh for security, after a few seconds the HUD indicated the message from Tor in the terrain that camp was ready and something about lizard meat, Darv chuckled and shut off the external voice resounding systems and spoke through the personal comm channel so that none other than Tor would hear him.* :: Let me guess, a lizard tried to steal your smokes? Or the whiskey? Will be there shortly, cash out the flagged account on my signal and send the crew to the hangar bay designated for re-fitting of our new ship. The men need to be ready to inventory a new cache of weapons too ner'vod. You get first pick of the lot. :: *Cutting the transmission he looked to Zu who was still sitting at the table through the black T-shaped Visor the HUD scanning the areas around the cantina now and the band's music a dull thud in his ear from outside the buy'ce. Checking the fuel in his jetpack's canister to be full he was satisfied and waited on Zu to make her decision, either way he hoped she would join them, they needed her skill sets, and Darv knew she was handy in sticky situations no matter how different he was now than when they were on Zolan.*

*Laughing over the comm channel between them as Zu moved toward the doorway Darv walked to the bar and spoke to the keep as the man handed him his customized EE-3 Carbine from behind the bar.* "I'll send someone along to gather the crates here soon. Thanks for the ale." *Speaking through the voice software of his buy'ce Darv's voice sounded deeper and darker than the barkeep had heard him before, Darv then slung the strap over his shoulder and held the carbine with the barrel facing the floor as he walked toward the doorway catching up with Zu just at the exit he spoke through their channel.* :: I only asked out of being polite Zu'ika, after all when you get to be my age some people don't like to run a gambit with us old timers. ::

*Continuing to smile behind the buy'ce Darv walked slowly from the exit and blinked a few times to send the coordinates of the hangar bay through the private channel to his friend, as he walked alongside her holding his rifle at an easy mark to fire if need be, as they walked toward the hangar bay he recalled the incidents on Zolan and wondered exactly how much trouble Zu had caused since that time, but she would divulge if she felt it necessary he supposed. Letting the rifle slowly drift toward hanging by itself he continued to speak over their channel.*

:: Tor's doing well, the scruffy kid thinks more about guns and booze more than anything else, but he's always been handy when things get tense. we decided to stay out of the city, the ship can stay here, but I'd rather stick to the wilderness. :: *Pausing to look over the HUDs scans of the area Darv marked targets of sentients he imagined were the people heading to the hangar bay, and the band of slime that had formed outside the hangar's doors so that Zu could see them as well. His voice mixing between the commands in his HUD and then back to the comm channel.* :: This Gran had more friends than I thought, or his friend brought some enforcers. Got Fuel enough for an aerial landing, how bout you? Scans are showing that the hangar doors above the ship are open, might be the best way to get inside. :: *Darv then spoke to the HUD and the scans pulled up the surrounding buildings, giving readouts of the view points needed to watch from a distance, he could then go inside and speak with them, and once things turned south Zu could enter from above. It could work considering the number of people the Gran had brought to the hangar, slowing his pace slightly as they neared he looked over to Zu and waited for her to respond, tapping his buy'ce indicating her to be the watcher, the building to the northeast of the hangar had a nice viewpoint of the open hangar doors and she would be able to see where to land down once the shooting started. Unslinging his custom EE-3 Carbine with elongated barrel and enhanced scoping system he offered it to her willingly, he trusted her to a fault.* :: You go up there, and when I start shooting get your shebs down, this rifle can make sure you cover my back from your pursuit down to the hangar floor. ::

*Standing in wait for her to move toward the building Darv opened the comm channel to Tor once more.* :: Stop fussing over lizards ner'vod, get that account hacked, I'll send the mark in fifteen. ::