Bacredi stood at the main terminal of the Devonshire (Bacredi's personal ship), as this was a holiday, the bridge was low staffed and almost every member of the bridge had a glass of eggnog. His white shirt un-tucked, his tie wrapped around his neck and un-done and holding a Corellian Cigar in his fingers, Bacredi was sure as hell not happy about the bridge at this moment. Right behind him and smoking a cigarette was Commander Day (who was the "Commander" of the watch), he was wearing his shirt tucked in, tie straightened, ID on his shirt, and the black cloth pauldrons on his shoulders.

"Sir, message from the admiralty, marked urgent." A young yeoman handed Bacredi a piece of paper that he just printed out. By "the admiralty" he meant the Naval High Command. The yeomen then went back to his satellite programming.

Reading the message over quickly, Bacredi looked up suddenly, and at the same time sliding the cigar into his mouth. "Commander Day, bring us out of lightspeed. Weapons officer, bring our weapons online, ready all batteries. Yeomen, send to admiralty: We are pulling out of lightspeed, weapons are at 100 percent, right, give them our position." The yeomen began to type and then looked back at Bacredi, he then nodded, the yeomen had sent it.

"Holy hell, Bacredi. This a joke?" Commander Day was reading over the message that was printed out. "We are not some type of mercenaries, some pitiful bounty hunters. When is this target suppose to arrive?"

"I'm afraid it's not a joke. He is supposed to arrive on the hour," Bacredi checked his watch, 15 minutes to the hour. Are we out of lightspeed?" Bacredi asked.

"Yes, sir." Commander Day said, still smoking.

"Right, send Arrogant Squadron out, have them stay in complete engine silence until the target arrives - then move in and escort it. Have the quartermaster ready three squads, and have the KAAC Freerunners ready in the hangar, I want this ship locked down the moment it reaches here." Bacredi said, he then put out his cigar in the ash tray.

"Aye, aye, sir." Commander Day said, he then nodded to the weapons officer. The weapons officer flipped a switch, flew up a little hatch and he then pressed down on a circular red button. Commander Day picked up the ship handheld microphone and began to speak as the sirens rang. "All hands action stations, I repeat all hands action stations. This is not a drill." Commander Day put the com down as Bacredi left the room, Day then reached for his ear-com and began to ring the quartermaster.

Moving down to a "set-up and ready" room, Bacredi entered the room and began to straighten his tie. This room as were Morrell was staying, the man that was sent to help Bacredi out on this bounty. The room was full of "Bugs", the yeomen had a few tricks up his sleeve, this was one of them. Proceeding out of the room after he found out everything was in check, he headed towards the captain's quarters. Entering, he replaced all of his clothes and put on his black jacket. He then began to attach his medals (the Vast Empire Naval ones) and they wore down heavy on Bacredi's jacket. He then holstered his Q33 in his shoulder holster, just after adding his silencer to it. Bacredi's ear com then rang.

"Sir, this is the bridge. A ship who's transponder codes are "ShadowHawk" alpha-lima-two-two-niner-three-zulu are approaching the Devonshire. Arrogant Squadron is closing in, and we are opening the hangar hatches."

"Copy that, moving to the hangar now." Moving out of his room, Bacredi took two flights down and then met the observation deck. Charles Robinson was wearing a pea-coat, and under that, a suit. Charles was standing there, watching the ship slowly land in the hangar, and at the same time the TIEs moved into the racks ahead. The MP5s and Shotguns of the three teams that Bacredi had asked pressed up against the ship, right by the opening hatch. Suddenly, the hatch opened and a man of Corellian descent walked down, wearing his pilots uniform. The men stood in a firing squad formation, even though they wouldn't fire.

Two men moved up only to be pushed off by two B-2 battle droids following Morrell. Suddenly, two of the teams headed into the ShadowHawk. Morrell suddenly turned around as he was ushered closer into the ship, he then looked up and saw Robinson and Bacredi. Robinson looked over at Bacredi, his black skin showing the twenty nine years it had put into him. "I'll take care of him. Tanner, Ar, on me." Robinson told Bacredi as Bacredi walked towards Morrell's room. He took out his pistol and waited inside, on a chair. He wasn't going to try to rape him - just scare the living shit out of him.

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For Hunter and I

Bacredi walked down the ramp leading to Morrell's room, outside the room, on both sides of the door, stood Robinson and Tanner. Ar had been dismissed, he was obviously drunk. The dozen plus medals weighed down on him, along with his holstered Mynock Q33 with an added silencer. Moving inbetween the two guards, Robinson and Tanner, Bacredi nodded while keeping there stares. Tanner turned around and typed in a code... three-seven-three-nine-seven-zero. The door slid open, and Bacredi shoved himself and his briefcase through. Moving in, Bacredi saw Morrell struggling to sit down, his helmet off and placed upon a table.

"Petty Officer Morrell, Master Chief Petty Officer Bacredi, good to meet you." Bacredi said, shaking Morrell's hand, with an incredibly firm handshake.

"Good to meet you as well, here is the chip." Hunter said, Hunter then raised his hand, inside the palm of his right hand was a data chip that had the engraved words: V.E.N. engraved on it. Bacredi opened his briefcase on the table. Inside the briefcase was a Epsiloni Technology Programming Center (ETPC) Terminal, seven terrabytes of memory. Gently sliding his palm over the scanner on the side of the briefcase, the terminal turned on and suddenly a metal drive jutted out. Bacredi inserted the chip Morrell had given him into the drive, Bacredi then put his headset on.

"Lets see if this works, Petty Officer." Bacredi said as the ETPC Terminal showed the words "Processing Information" in basic letters, at the same time a status meter was blinking. Suddenly, Tanner's voice (who had went to the Devonshire's Mobile Satellite Command came online. "Tanner, this going through for you." Suddenly, the meter hit 100 percent.

"Yes sir.." Tanner said.

"Morrell, give me a sit-rep, shall we?"

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"None... the image is crystal." Bacredi said, clinging onto his suit. He then closed his computer briefcase and began to walk out. "Morrell, gear up. Tell your droids to get the ShadowHawk ready, I'll be wearing a cover, along with my identity." Bacredi walked out of the door, Robinson, Head of Security was standing outside. Bacredi handed him his briefcase computer and then told him to scan it for everything.

Walking up the Duke-Class Type 23 Frigate (aka Bothan Assault Frigate) Devonshire, Bacredi walked into his quarters. He put on a black suit, blue pinstripe shirt, black pants, red tie, and then set his shoulder holster to his suspenders. He then added his Mynock Q33 Slugthrower with a silencer, he then picked up a New Republic Identification Card. As a citizen, Bacredi who was posing as a banker, C. Flynn, was going to help infiltrate. He then moved over to the side of his room and put his finger on the fingerprint scanner and pushed his finger down.

Soon enough, the table flipped up and turned into a foam mold for a rocket launcher, a few snipers, multiple MP5s, silencers, grenades, clips, etc. He grabbed an MP5 and picked up a spare briefcase and put it into the mold that the briefcase had. He then put a grenade inside and two extra clips for the MP5, and also one extra for his pistol. He then straightened his tie out, put his right hand and help his briefcase with it. He then walked out of the room and down to the ShadowHawk.

Entering the ShadowHawk, Bacredi moved towards the cockpit. Bill Tanner was putting weapons that Bacredi liked in the armory, only one... a sniper rifle. He then checked with Bacredi and moved out. The Devonshire pulled into the first system. The Charnobysis System.

Morrell walked in and pressed multiple buttons and Bacredi took up the navigation system seat. He was practically a navigation officer. He began to plot the course out of the place and then set it on manual for Morrell. Bacredi leaned back and put his briefcase on the ground, he then smiled as the ship moved out of the Devonshire..

Zhar Bacredi walked out of the ShadowHawk, carrying his briefcase with him. His pistol poked against his ribs as he began to walk out. He looked around, Bacredi saw the Hotel D'Charblyix, fifty stories tall, Bacredi had gotten the top room for himself. Morrell walked behind him, Bacredi had booked him a room across the hall from Bacredi, smaller, but still nice. Moving off of the pad, he entered the hotel's luxurious lobby. Two guards stood there with a taller, unarmed man in-between them. The man in the middle walked up and began to speak to Bacredi, Morrell was following up behind him, but didn't enter.

"Mr. Flynn, my name is Mr. Goy. Myself and these guards will be escorting you and your companion to your separate rooms." Bacredi motioned for Morrell to follow, Morrell got very strange looks from everyone inside the hotel. All of them entered the turbolift and moved to floor fifty. They all exited and Morrell was moved to his room, Bacredi was then placed in his room. Bacredi entered the room, multiple bottles of whiskey, a staircase, three seperate doors, everything that a luxury hotel room would have. Putting his briefcase down near the sink, Bacredi unholstered his pistol and he began to clean his weapon.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and began to drink.

Bacredi finished cleaning his Mynock Q33, he unscrewed the silencer and slipped the un-silenced pistol into his holster and slung his silencer in the pocket next to the silencer. Hunter had cleared the room of bugs for Bacreadi and Bacredi was about to leave, finishing up his whiskey, he threw on his jacket and picked up his briefcase. He pressed the elevator down and went to floor one. Morrell had readied a Reconnaissance Troop Transport Advanced (version), and Bacredi nodded at the manager. The manager looked pale, Bacredi entered the troop transport (which had been converted to civilain use.. aka a luxury transport).

"You know the address Morrell. I'll be attending the bankers meeting. I'll sneak you in through the back door.

"Got it." Morrell said through his suit. "Oh, and Bacredi. A ship by the name of Do You Feel Lucky? has hailed you. And by that they mean they want your immediate attention." Bacredi thanked Morrell and headed into the back room to make the transmission. He started the transmission to his CR90 Do You Feel Lucky?. He had chosen that name while drunk.

"Bacredi to Do You Feel Lucky?, over."

"Affirmative, Bacredi. The Frigate responds loud and clear, we are just orbiting the planet. Just tell us if you need us to cause some... damage."