The lot of you were transported quickly to a certain rundown hangar in a district most Alderaaneans wouldn't go near, let alone stop at traffic signals within.  You were greeted by a plain human dressed in street clothes at the Alderaanean hangar, who gave your orders on a 'playback' datapad.  You were told to not look at the orders until you were underway so everyone could have a look-see.<br/><br/>He watched rather intently until you were all on board the Kazellis-class Freighter, and served as ground crew so you could get out without any trouble.<br/><br/>When the datapad was activated, you were greeted by somewhat bulky humanoid figure sitting in shadow.<br/><br/><em>The voice that greeted you was somewhat tinny and neutral.  "Hello, this is Nestegg.  I'd say it's good to see a bunch of interested do-gooders have gathered in one place, for the interest of keeping our galaxy from going off the deep end, but this is a recorded message, so I'm not seeing anything."<br/><br/>They paused, giving a static-filled chuckle.  "Your first assignment is a simple one.  We have intercepted the movements of a notable individual with ties to the Separatists, along with communications made carelessly.  Her name is Udi Gunray."<br/><br/>A picture of a female Nemodian popped up in the top corner of the screen, though it might have been a little hard to tell without her large assets up front and near center of the image.  Apparently their females don't have hair...or this one doesn't.  The red halter top she's wearing in this image screams 'party girl' more than 'businesswoman'.<br/><br/>"If you are not familiar with the name, I assure you that there is a relation to the infamous terrorist armsdealer Nute Gunray.   She has sought an audience with Chilu the Hutt, a rather influential...if somewhat eccentric individual on Nar Shaddaa."  The sitting figure shifted uncomfortably.  "That said, he is still a moneyed individual, and Ms Gunray has convinced him to hear a business proposition.  Though we were not able to ascertain her true goals, we can only assume that even if the proposal is benign, that the credits will sponsor warfare."<br/><br/>"She is going to meet Chilu the Hutt at the Yuna Puna Bongo, an 'adult playground' that he owns and operates, in about nine days time.  Sadly, by the time you will be leaving, you will likely arrive less than a day ahead of her.”  The figure shook its head.<br/><br/>A picture of the Yuna Puna Bongo popped up on screen.  It was very garish, with gold and silver dominating its construction on the outside and red and bronze forming the majority of the interior coloring.  Every few seconds, it cycled to a different shot of a different room or part of the exterior.  There were a few holopictures of girls dancing and even a room that was labeled 'Lover's Retreat #1'.  There was even a bit of a casino near the restaurant, though it was small enough that the girls had to be pulling in more money than the dealers.<br/><br/>“You are to disrupt the negotiations by whatever means you see fit.  We know what landing zone that Udi is likely to use, but she has changed ships once already and we suspect she will change ships again by the time this message is sent to you.  You will need to conduct your own reconnaissance if you wish to track her on her way to the club.  Chilu the Hutt is rather...enamored...with humanoids, so he'll probably listen to Udi as long as she talks.  I would advise you to not let that happen.”<br/><br/>A static-heavy clearing of the throat filled the next couple seconds.<br/><br/>“A landing pad has been reserved for you under the name Rayko Bukvaka.  Your transponder codes have been altered to back you up on this.  You will be contacted two days after the scheduled meeting, so be monitoring your comms at that time.  Get out there and do some good. Nestegg, out.”<br/><br/>The display went dark.</em><br/><br/>That was all, but the briefing could be cued up again and again.  Maybe rewatching it would help pass some time on the trip...<br/><br/>Thankfully, the trip seemed to fly by.  Perhaps it was nerves at a new mission.  Perhaps it was good company.  Perhaps it was the hidden stash of fine wines from various planets that wasn't there when the ship was landed on Alderaan.  Who could really say?<br/><br/>Either way, the approach to begin landing on Nar Shaddaa would be done in an hour, and you were only about ten minutes behind schedule.  It was about time to do some good.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">You can make any preparations you might have liked to make over the last eight days on board the ship (obviously within reason), and you may post how you spent the last several days even if you didn't actually make any preparations.<br/><br/>If you want to get into in-depth roleplaying for that time, you could use a PM or I could open a side thread for it.  If there's interest in that, discuss it in the OOC thread, please.</div></div>