Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)
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				Title: <strong>Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 04:06:17</strong>
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				Taris, once the capital of the Outer Rim, a beacon of order and civilization, till Darth Malek and his Star Forge created fleet of Sith bombarded it back to the dark ages.&nbsp; &nbsp;En now, three hundred years after the fact, it was still an armpit of the Outer Rim, a toxic waste dump that was a haven for the scum of the galaxy.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was worse than Nal Hutta for at least on the Hutt home world, there was a semblance of government to keep total chaos in check.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nothing of the such existed on Taris, at least not yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;Both the Republic and the Sith were making advances in Taris, but they had nto had much effect as of yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the middle of it all was the Czerka Corperation, playing all sides against one another, and managing to return to the glory days near three hundred years gone as well.<br><br>The people loosing out were the people that had no choice but to live on Taris, who had no money, no hope, no future.&nbsp; &nbsp;If it was up to Czerka, they all would be wiped out so they can make more weapon's factories.&nbsp; After all who needed to deal with toxic waste disposal when the whole planet was a dump.&nbsp; &nbsp;The issue is they wanted to claim the parts of Taris that were still livable, and that did not sit well with Dom.<br><br>Domanic Blade wasn't a native to Taris, but he understood it, understood the people there.&nbsp; &nbsp;He grew up in the slums and the gangs of Cornet City on Corella, he knew damn well the weight and the hopelessness the people felt here.&nbsp; &nbsp;He got out, he found a second chance.&nbsp; It would be irresponsible of him not to try to pay that back to others.&nbsp; &nbsp;That was how the Republic got him to agree to this.&nbsp; &nbsp;They called in their marker, they played the guilt card, and it worked.&nbsp; &nbsp;Domanic wasn't making a damn credit on this deal, but standing there in the middle of the night as people unloaded much needed Kelto and other medical supplies from the cargo hold of the <em>Corellian Pride</em>, it was hard not to feel some pride despite how he was strong armed into this.<br><br>All about him there were people walking with their backs straighter, their heads held up high, and a look in their eyes that Domanic knew only too well.&nbsp; It was the same look he saw on his face the day an old broken down soldier turned cargo hauler didn't turn him into CORSEC and instead took him under his wing as journeyman pilot.&nbsp; Yelsin was dead now, but the values and code of honor he lived by was still out there, passed on and carried on Domanic's shoulders.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yeslin would have done what was asked and not accept one credit.&nbsp; &nbsp;Domanic wished he could have done the same but he had bills to pay, and low profile to keep thanks to a price on his head by Czerka.&nbsp; &nbsp;He guessed they were a little peeved that the medical supplies and other goods he had been giving to the refugees here came from their own warehouses.&nbsp; &nbsp;Boo hoo.<br><br>Domanic was about to close up the cargo hold when his co-pilot and partner, a old Twi-Lek by the name of Giaus came up to Domanic and passed him a data pad.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dom frowned and he took the pad, thumbing it on as he looked at it.&nbsp; <strong>"And this is?"</strong>&nbsp; He said as he scanned it over."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Giaus said simply <strong>"Bad News."</strong><br><br>As Domanic scanned over the information, he swore softly under his breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bad news was an understatement.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a bounty notice on his head, twenty thousand credits now.&nbsp; &nbsp;That was a fifteen thousand increase.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Well podo."</strong> Even the Huttese profanity seemed too nice a description for this mess.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"This complicates things."</strong><br><br>Giaus merely nodded.&nbsp; <strong>"Shall I tell the Republic we need to cancel?"</strong><br><br>Domanic took a look around, at the children running about laughing and chasing each other, having fun perhaps for the first time in months, years even.&nbsp; &nbsp;How long would other camps like this one lasted if Dom cut tale an ran.&nbsp; &nbsp;Weeks?&nbsp; Days?&nbsp; &nbsp;How long till Czerka had a hold too tight on this place that death of every person here was a mere stat to be put in a data file in the very near future.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dom gave a shake of his head.&nbsp; <strong>"No, we stick to the plan."<br></strong><br>That caused Giaus to stop in his tracks.&nbsp; <strong>"Really?&nbsp; You sure Dom?&nbsp; I know you like to push the edge but this?&nbsp; &nbsp;Taris was so far out there that five thousand wasn't worth the fuel to come out here, but twenty thousand?&nbsp; Every bounty hunter looking to make a name for themselves will be out here gunning for you, and make a profit besides.&nbsp; &nbsp;Things will go very wrong very fast here the longer we stay."</strong><br><br>Dom punched in the last of the security code and watched as the cargo hold closed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Then we will have to be better.&nbsp; Prep the ship, we need to go shopping again." </strong> He might die here in the next week or so, but if that was so, he was going to make damn sure he cost Czerka more than twenty thousand credits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DemonessOfDeathValley</strong> on <strong>14-09-2014, 23:21:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhE45kn_FpM/UqSMOGqQ3BI/AAAAAAAAAq0/geIzl0uFZG4/s400/BogdanMRK_Bounty+Hunter_reg.jpg)</div> Orla Orine had begun life on a dry, dusty world with twin suns, little water and corruption to spare. She'd grown up in the charge of an old woman named Peely with no idea who she really was or where she really came from. Not that it mattered, it wasn't as if she were someone special. After all, who would abandon someone of importance on Tatooine? Peely had never told Orla much about her family, likely because she hadn't known. It wasn't uncommon for Whores and Slaves to abandon their unwanted babies. Due to the lack of real knowledge, Orla had surmised that she was probably the daughter of some unwanted woman that needed a child like she'd needed an energy bolt to the heart. It didn't matter, Orla had grown up into a lovely young woman who had found her talents in the Taverns and Gambling Houses. She was a very capable Bartender and skilled Gambler. But she had craved adventure. Her fate had been decided after a card game, in which she had won her very own D5 - Mantis from an aging Bounty Hunter. Rather than store the ship or sell it, she opted to <em>use</em> it. <div class="floatright">(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131027093706/bcholonet/images/d/d4/Dragonqueen.jpg)</div><br><br>At first, Orla had not ventured far from Tatooine. It wasn't out of fear, but rather inexperience. She had ties there, as informal as they may have been, they were still ties. After a while, those meager ties meant nothing in the face of her own greed. The more bounties she collected, the richer she became. She was finally able to have her heart's desire. The thought of never going hungry, worrying about where she would sleep or if she had clothes on her back, far outweighed any loyalty she had to her home world. <br><br>Orla's current bounty was a human by the name of Domanic Blade. Among the crimes listed on her Data Pad, were thievery and smuggling. Not that she had any concern for his <em>actual</em> wrong doing. Her informant had indicated that he would be in the vicinity of Taris. Taris was not a place that one visited without some sort of incentive. Twenty - thousand credits was certainly an incentive. Orla would not have bothered for anything less than a lucrative bounty. She was, after all one of the most ruthless Bounty Hunters in all of the Outer Rim.<br><br>The D - 5 Mantis, now known as the Queen's Dagger, slowly drifted into the docking clamps. The hissing of hydraulics and the slight jolt of the ship being tethered, were of little notice to Orla. She was exhausted from a long journey and she could feel the inner workings of her left arm had stiffened. Curse on that Hutt bastard who'd sent his thugs after her. A mere misunderstanding had literally cost her an arm. Luckily she'd been able to buy a new one. The only draw back was that every so often, she had to have it repaired. Of course the shot to her forearm hadn't helped. She had been caught in some unfriendly fire but still brought in her bounty. <br><br>Orla flexed the gloved fingers of her flesh and bone right hand. She was restless, wanting to hunt down this Blade fellow, collect her money and get out off this forsaken world as soon as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>17-09-2014, 05:26:13</strong>
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				As Orla departed her ship, she had a reception waiting for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Two men dressed in Czerka corporate colors were waiting for her, as well as a protocol droid.&nbsp; &nbsp; One of the men looked to be nothing more than a whomprat in disguise, with his small stature and his wringing hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;The other man could have been cut from the same cloth as Orla.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stood shy of two meters tall and looked to be a bit less than one hundred kilos.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was broad of shoulder and had a utility bandoleer over top of his jacket.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wore his weapons as if he knew how to use them.<br><br>It was not the competent looking made stepping forward, but the whomprat instead.&nbsp; Even the man's voice had a whining, nasal quality to it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Mistress Orla?&nbsp; &nbsp;Welcome to Taris.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am Jando, chief of contracting here for the Czerka office in Taris.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is I who handle all contracts that we outsource to other organizations and guilds here.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am glad you are here, as the situation has become worse.&nbsp; &nbsp;Local planetary surveillance has spotted the <em>Corellian Pride</em> flying about, visiting the squatter camps that refuse to leave lands that belong to the Czerka Corporation.&nbsp; &nbsp;My college here is Brenton.&nbsp; &nbsp;He will be accompanying you as you hunt down Domanic Blade and confirm the kill."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The man named Brenton stepped forward and he merely inclined his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes are calculating and appraising, and from the light in them as traveled over her hard curves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DemonessOfDeathValley</strong> on <strong>19-09-2014, 16:50:31</strong>
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				The Bounty Hunter slowly sauntered down the ramp of the Queen's Dagger as if she had all the time in the world. Her left arm held across her side, the gaping 'wound' that had been caused by the energy bolt, exposing the mechanics under the synthetic flesh. Stopping a few feet from the Czerka trio. Her large blaster rifle held at her right side showing that he would take no chances and that she was eager to get this job done. Shifting her weight to her left foot, she raised elegantly arched brows and pursed her pale pink lips in impatience. Such formalities on this forsaken rock. She really didn't see the <em>need</em> for a Protocol Droid, she hated those blasted things anyhow, scuttling around pretending to be important. Needless in her mind. Why bother? <br><br>Nodding curtly, Orla let the Whomprat finish his schpiel. "Confirm the kill? You people must reeeeally hate this guy." An almost cute smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Normally, I have to drag the body back myself." Her tone was jovial, yet she really just wanted to put this Blade fellow out Czerka's misery and get the hell off that rock. "And who's going to be handling the money? I don't waste someoen until I know that the transfer will be valid." She explained, not willing to budge on that point. She'd learned the hard way that one always needed to make sure that the money was legitimate before killing someone. "Oh...And is there someone that can see to this?" She asked nonchalantly holding up her damaged arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 01:52:36</strong>
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				It was this Brenton that stepped forward, and there was an aura of charisma and command about him, and his voice matched his looks and was certainly nothing like the weasel man before her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"I will be handling the money and am authorized on Czerka's behalf to transfer funds.&nbsp; &nbsp;Indeed I can see an advance of two thousand credits to you to see to initial expenses, beyond that of your current need that is.&nbsp; &nbsp;Whoever made your replacement arm was a very talented engineer and technician, I would not have noticed if it were not for the damage.&nbsp; &nbsp;Come, we have what you will need at the local offices here.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can show you." </strong><br><br>Brenton fell in line with her and even put a hand upon the small of her back and caressed there a bit as he lead her about the spaceport town.&nbsp; &nbsp;While it was no Cornet City like on Corellia, it certainly put most of the cities on Tatooine to shame, at least in some sophistication and structure, but the feel and layout of the spaceport city is still that of a border world outpost, and certainly not a planet that was once only second to Courscant in terms of influence and political power.&nbsp; &nbsp; After about a walk of near twenty minutes, Brenton lead her into the back of a building to a fully stocked electronics and machine shop.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He made a motion for her to sit in a chair as he pulled out a datapad to review.&nbsp; <strong>"Are you able to preform the repairs yourself or do you need a technician to assist.&nbsp; Also where does your body interface with the arm, do you need any kelto there for any physical trauma?"</strong>&nbsp; Brenton moved over to remove a high quality technicians kit and started to turn on other equipment about Orla while waiting for her answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DemonessOfDeathValley</strong> on <strong>22-09-2014, 20:14:37</strong>
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				The Bounty Hunter's head tilted back and she smirked. Her arm was magnificent, she'd spared no expense in the replacement. She didn't want her Bounties knowing that she might have some sort of weakness and she needed a limb that would perform as well a natural one, if not more efficient. "I'm sure you can." Orla said evenly, making no mention of the credits. First things first, if she was going to apprehend Domanic Blade, she would need to be at her best. She'd read that he was a slippery fellow. Well....No one slipped Orla Orine's grasp. Without another word, she followed the human. She didn't quite trust him, but she never fully trusted anybody. The only person in the entire universe that she had <em>ever</em> trusted, was Peely. <br><br>Taris was not the flea infested rat hole that she'd imagined and while it was far from new, run down and some of its districts could only be described as slums, it was better than Tatooine. Any place that didn't have two suns and was essentially one giant sand dune was better than Tatooine, at least in Orla's opinion. She got quite a few stares from those on the street, no doubt because of the blaster rifle occupying her right hand. She was not about to walk those streets, her bounty somewhere within in the city and not be visibly armed. <br><br>Orla stepped into the building. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, taking stock of the various electronic parts. The question of whether or not she was able to make her own repairs caused her to huff a light laugh. "I think I would keep use of my limb...if a Technician were to assist me." A note of sarcastic mirth in her tone, but nevertheless needing the aid of someone more skilled than she to make the necessary repairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 05:04:26</strong>
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				Brenton smirked at her a bit and them motioned for her to stretch out her arm on the support that was rising to give her arm the perch to rest on.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Then you are in luck that I am just such a person and that I have a vested interest in you being about to use both of your arms, and your hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact the more I look at you, I think I indeed motivated that you stay alive through out this.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps this could be the start of many beneficial partnerships between us."</strong> <br><br>He was quiet for a while as he worked now and he did so in brisk and efficient manner.&nbsp; &nbsp;It perhaps helped that many of the damaged components in her arm were compatible with Czerka's technology.&nbsp; &nbsp;Brenton worked swiftly, and in less time than expected the arm look near new save for the synthetic flesh coating for it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Next he started to run the arm through diagnostics, which was always an unpleasant experience as data input from the arm crossed the bio-interface to Orla's nerve endings, translating into sparks of pain.<br><br>Or at least that was what normally happened before.&nbsp; &nbsp;This time there was no pain, but instead jolts of pleasure, spikes and impulse sensations at the start, then a steady flow pleasure that rose and fell and was an experience that one would attribute to having one's arm stroked.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was during this process that Brenton locked eyes with Orla once more.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"How is that?&nbsp; &nbsp;From what I can tell it is back to ninety-four percent efficiency.&nbsp; &nbsp;I might be able to tweak that a little higher, but to get it back to perfect you are going to need a whole new arm and installation.&nbsp; &nbsp;We can do that, but it will be painful, and might need some readjustment time for you, costing you a bit of your edge.&nbsp; &nbsp;It also would not be the way I would prefer to give you pain, but the choice is yours."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DemonessOfDeathValley</strong> on <strong>23-09-2014, 15:23:22</strong>
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				Orla’s eyes never left the human’s. She slowly placed her arm on the support; she could feel the stiffness of the gears and the reluctance of the limb to do as her mind asked.&nbsp; She had long sense become accustomed to the workings of her new arm. Her synthetic flesh covered fingers curled lightly around the edge of the support. Orla smirked at the mention of ‘beneficial partnerships’. That was not something she never allowed, those sort of <em>partnerships</em> usually only served to distract. <br><br>She said nothing while the man got to work on her arm. This was nothing new to her. In her line of work, she had many ‘injuries’ due to the fact that a Bounty rarely came willingly or quietly. She frequently had to engage fire fights and sometimes take them down unnecessarily. Every one of them did not require use of excessive force nor did all of the contractors ask for the subject to be killed. Some could be so defiant, they’d rather die than pay debts. An energy bolt to the head was sometimes the only way to bring them in. It was regrettable but necessary. <br><br>The usual pain barely registered as did the light tingles of pleasure. She was used to such things. By now it was merely a mild discomfort that she dismissed as necessary to keep her limb in working order. The corner of the Bounty Hunter’s lips twitched up into a simper. “It should be sufficient in taking out the target. I’ll be able to hold a weapon…As to you giving me pain…I don’t fraternize…with those that handle my money. And usually….it’s <em>me</em> that’s bringing the pain. Though….most never enjoy it as much as I do..” She taunted. She never allowed herself to take part in such activities. Her desire at the moment was credits, not pleasures of the flesh. “Domanic Blade….His carcass is worth twenty – thousand. And you….need to confirm my kill.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>25-09-2014, 02:55:01</strong>
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				Brenton's eyes narrowed a bit but he inclined his head curtly.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gone from the diagnostics were the waves of pleasure and replaced again with the familiar picks of pain.&nbsp; <strong> "As you said, I am here to confirm the kill and to pay you the money.&nbsp; Diagnostics will be competed shortly and your arm should be sufficient to the task.&nbsp; I would not get cocky.&nbsp; &nbsp;While Czerka security might not be the Bounty Hunter's Guild, they are more than capable of keeping secure Czerka resources and material here from the gangs of criminals here on this planet, yet Blade has defeated out measures and out men at every turn."</strong><br><br>Brenton moved away and released her arm from the chair, putting up his tool kit and other instruments.&nbsp; &nbsp;He picked up a data pad and brought it over to her, bringing a page that displayed a building and a location that looked to be two thousand kilometers away from their current location.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"We have analyzed the material Blade stole from our stock piles and have determined with a ninety percent certainty that this is his next target, and with a estimated burn rate of the settlers he had helped, will likely hit this location no earlier than tomorrow night, and no later than five standard days.&nbsp; &nbsp;We need to get there.&nbsp; &nbsp;Since you have a starship available, I say we use it."</strong><br><br>He left her the pad and started to walk away from Orla.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a definite coolness to his tone.&nbsp; Not disrespectful, but certainly not as accommodating as he was earlier.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he reached the door he turned and gave a hard smile showing his teeth.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh, the components and repair come out to three-thousand, five hundred credits.&nbsp; &nbsp;I will be sure to assess it to your bounty.&nbsp; &nbsp;So if you do not manage to either capture of kill this Blade, you will be indebted to the Czerka Corporation, and we always collect upon our debts, and I can assure you that you will not enjoy how we do so."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DemonessOfDeathValley</strong> on <strong>26-09-2014, 18:15:38</strong>
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				The little pin pricks of pain didn’t bother Orla one bit. Compared to all the pain she’d felt in her Bounty Hunting career, this was more of a nuisance than anything else. She chalked the tiny sensations up to a man that had had his pride wounded. In her experience, men didn’t like rejection, especially those with bravado to spare. While she hadn’t spent much time seeking out physical pleasures, she’d had her share of them. She doubted that the man in front of her was capable of giving her what she truly wanted. Fleshly delights were the least thing on her mind, with the prospect of twenty – thousand credits looming. Money was her true vice, nothing pleased her more than the wracking up of credits. <br><br>The little smirk never faltered, even though her eyes hardened. “Seems like this Blade….is a thorn in the side of Czerka. And possibly a thorn in yours?” She guessed, slowly flexing her fingers when the repairs were done. Her arm indeed was in sufficient shape for her task. She gripped the butt of her blaster rifle and slowly rose out of the chair. “And I always….pay my debts…” She told him seriously, her eyes hardening a bit more. She now, just wanted to kill Blade, collect her Bounty and get the hell off that rock.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 06:48:05</strong>
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				Nothing else of note happened and Brenton met Orla on board her starship the <em>Queen's Dagger</em>.&nbsp; With the coordinates given, it was a simple two hour flight through the still semi-toxic atmosphere of Taris to get to the supply warehouse Brentin identified.&nbsp; &nbsp;Shields did nothing to protect the outer hull and some of the ships more sensitive sensor equipment, necessitating repairs while on the ground if Orla was to integrate those sensor to better aid her in tracking her target.&nbsp; &nbsp; Time was of the essence if they were to meet the window of opportunity that Czerka believed Blade would take advantage of and hit the target.&nbsp; &nbsp;Brenton and his people likely had the ability to restore the <em>Queen's Dagger</em> to working order swiftly enough but doing so would no doubt put Orla further into debt with Czerka, cutting into her profits.<br><br>The target location was idea and provided several fields of fire for Orla to set up defense turrets if she merely wanted the man dead, or some non-lethal traps if she were interested in keeping him alive.&nbsp; &nbsp;Czerka also did not skimp on the security, but the majority of it were interior.&nbsp; The exterior defenses were lacking, but that was a bit understandable given the nature of the environment.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were guards, and plenty of them, about twenty all in all, with five on any six hour shift at any one time.&nbsp; &nbsp; Right now they were engaged at keeping some of the local wild life at bay, which could be quite aggressive towards the personnel stationed here, perhaps why they had so few volunteers.<br><br>As Orla started to plan how to best deploy to be ready for Blade when he arrived, the computer linked to the Bounty Hunter's Guild primary data base alerted her, something it only did when there was a high valued bounty up for grabs.&nbsp; &nbsp; This bounty however was different than the others as it first showed a very young girl that Orla recognized as herself from holos of her when she was growing up, and the second one is a holo approximation of what she looked like now, save in this holo she still had both of her human arms.&nbsp; &nbsp; The bounty read as followed.<br><br><strong><em>Wanted Orlanna D'Ordine Vanta, traitor to the crown of Onderon for inciting rebellion against the lawful government.&nbsp; Fugitive is currently in hiding and might be under several different alias.&nbsp; &nbsp;The arrest and interrogation of Penlaya Lars gives several identities of Lara Dine, Ara Oda, Rala Vans, or Orla Ordine.&nbsp; &nbsp;Target is wanted either dead or alive.&nbsp; &nbsp;Live bounty is 100,000 credits, dead bounty is 75,000 credits.&nbsp; &nbsp;Information gained from her associate Lars suggests the woman that the target is armed, trained, and considered very dangerous.</em></strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DemonessOfDeathValley</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 17:00:05</strong>
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				Orla had sat her ship down so that it would be inconspicuous. The type of ship the Queen’s Dagger was, it was recognizable as belonging to a Bounty Hunter. If this Blade character was able to avoid capture by a large corporation like Czerka, he could likely identify the class of ship. Instead of setting up the defense turrets, which would obliterate the man the moment he crossed him, she set up non lethal traps. She didn’t want to make a mistake and kill an innocent man. People could be adept at deception. She always confirmed the identity of a Bounty before she took their life. <br><br>Her attention had been solely on monitoring her newly set traps when she heard the familiar chirp alerting her to a valuable Bounty. Absently pressing one of the many buttons, she glanced over at the screen only to feel as if she’d just seen a ghost. On the screen was a read out of a life she had never known and pictures of her younger self. There was also a photo of Peely, only under a different name. This had to be a mistake. She’d never heard any of this. Traitors to a crown? Peely had been a simple merchant’s widow who had taken her in as a favor to her mother after she died. She couldn’t be a traitor to any crown. The worst thing she might have done was be late paying a debt. <br><br>Orla was stunned, her eyes opened wide and jaw dropped. “How….” She breathed, having forgotten that she was not alone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 17:44:46</strong>
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				Mistaking Orla's outburst, Brenton moved over to check a monitor, not paying particular attention to what she was currently looking at.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"He has with him a good crew, or this guy was indeed really good.&nbsp; It could the later.&nbsp; &nbsp;Before he did what he did, Blade was special tactics with CORSEC.&nbsp; He was their infiltrator and was said to be able to get into any area without being seen.&nbsp; &nbsp;They would send him in to prep the area for a breech.&nbsp; Many time he would not even need backup.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is why we but out the bounty on him."</strong><br><br>Brenton squinted at something on the screen and then he shot right up out of the seat he was in.&nbsp; <strong>"SITHSPIt!&nbsp; &nbsp;He is already in the damned facility.&nbsp; &nbsp;All of the internal sensors have been tripped.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some damned bounty hunter you are.&nbsp; &nbsp;How did you let him get that close.&nbsp; &nbsp;We need to get to him now before he takes out the weapons in there."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Weapons?&nbsp; &nbsp;What weapons?&nbsp; &nbsp;In all of the briefings he had given her there was nothing about weapons being stored as this facility.&nbsp; &nbsp; Before Orla could ask anything, Brenton was out room an rushing towards the exit hatch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DemonessOfDeathValley</strong> on <strong>22-10-2014, 14:01:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Orla knew she shouldn't have relied upon this man from Czerka. She always worked alone, it was better that way. Others never understood her methods, nor did they let her do her job. They just interfered and some got themselves killed. Not that she would mourn this Brenton fellow. He seemed about as undesirable as they came. She took her blaster rifle in hand and exited her ship. Instead of following Brenton, she went after the man she knew was caught in her trap. She had figured the large amounts of security were not only there to deal with wildlife. She wasn't the most brilliant woman in the universe, but she was far from stupid. <br><br>The Bounty Hunter slowly stalked her way around the large crates of what she guessed were munitions. Her blaster rifle held at the ready, the muzzle aimed at the back of a head currently held in an energy field. "Domanic Blade? End of the line. You're worth 20, 000 credits unless you can prove you're not my guy." Orla told him authoritatively. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Knights of the Old Republic: Queen Maker (Blackstone and DemonessOfDeathValley)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 04:29:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				All over the warehouse, from every corner, comes a voice.&nbsp; &nbsp;There does not seem to be rhyme or reason to where the voice came from, but that might be part of the trick here to make it so it was impossible for Orla to pinpoint where her bounty was, or if he was even in the same room of her at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"20,000?&nbsp; &nbsp;Well well I might be really impacting the bottom line here for Czerka.&nbsp; &nbsp;You have met them first hand now.&nbsp; &nbsp;Tell me you are not enamored with their wit and charm.&nbsp; Take a look about you.&nbsp; &nbsp;You know what is mainly in this warehouse?&nbsp; Medical supplies, specifically medical supplies for the chemical weapons they have used against settlements here on planet, all so they can turn this planet into one huge weapons testing ground for weapons of mass destruction, weapons to sell to the Sith."</strong><br><br>There was the sound of boots striking the warehouse floor, also sounding from everywhere.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"But of course you are a bounty hunter such as yourself.&nbsp; &nbsp;All your kind cares about is money.&nbsp; &nbsp; I can point you in the direction of several bounties against Czerka here.&nbsp; &nbsp;They will not total 20,000 but it is not a pittance either.&nbsp; &nbsp;You also get the added benefit of a clear conscience and not allowing an amoral organization such as Czerka to continue on, an organization that would kill children in the name of profit.&nbsp; &nbsp; Do the right thing for once Bounty Hunter, shoot that Czerka ass on your ship and take off.&nbsp; &nbsp;I will then send you over holo of the contracts against Czerka."</strong>
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