Anival had lied about the Reistlin wasn't ready for travel, it was just Anival didn't want that filthy creature aboard his favorite ship, it wasn't fast, or luxurious, but it was the first ship he had ever owned.
They settled on taking The Mackaneek, Anival wasn't sure if it was a nice ship, or a rusted bucket of useless scrap metal.

Anival entered his room, and quickly went to his weapons locker, he took out a small bag, he fitted it with grenades and a two extra magazines, the Gungan wouldn't notice. Then Anival grabbed his A280-Rifle, and his DC-15 carbine blaster. It was good gear, and untraceable to the VE.

Anival grabbed a small bag on the counter it had his armor, not his standard commando armor, but his own armor, he donned it quickly, and picked up the sack, he walked out with a small sack and his collective arsenal. He made it to the hangar just as the Gungan got their, he had similar things, he was just ahead of Anival al;ready boarding his ship.

Anival stopped and held up his wrist-com to his lips, “3P0 I am going to send you some co-ordinates, I want you to punch them in to the navigation system, stay close but not to close,  I don't want to rely on only one mode of transportation out of that NR-infested rock.”

“Yes, sir.” came the metallic voice of the mechanical servant.

Anival sighed, and walked forward, he would be nice to the Gungan, he was a fellow wraith, but inside their would also be a hatred, he knew, but he would somehow come to terms with it.

“Anival, yousa came in time, put yousa thingin there and come with mesa.”

Anival but his small arsenal in the smugglers compartment, but kept his pistol and two grenades, they would fit in with his story. Anival followed the Gungan into the cockpit, Anival resented sitting in the Co-pilots chair, but he didn't say anything. Orders were orders.

Anival inputed the co-ordinates into the Navi system as well as in to his wrist-com.

“Ready.” mumbled Anival.

“Okie-day, wesa isa going to couruscant!” chimed the Gungan as he accelerated the Theta, or Mackaneek as he had named it.

After they were clear of the planets pull they Jumped into hyperspace, the trip would be a long one. Anival's stomach started to grumble, he reached into the sack, aware of the Gungans eye's on him, he took out a piece of bantha Jerky, and chewed slowly savoring the rich flavor. The Gungan licked its lips.

“Well, Gungan, our cover is two bounty hunters for hire, we have to fake ID's , and they are great fakes by the way, we are supposed to be meeting with a senator, who's name we cannot disclose, for obvious reasons. Then we start our true mission.”

Anival took another bit of his bantha jerky, he looked at the Gungan, then took a deep breath, dipped his hand into the bag, and offered the Gungan a piece, he took it.

“Thank yousa.”
Anival settled into the seat, and decided to learn more about the Gungan, it would be at long time before they got to their destination.

“So how is a Gungan city like?” asked Anival watching the blue streaks fly by them.

Anival though about Yosefin, a lot had happened since then, and a lot was still happening, he wasn't sure he was ready to talk about it, or think about it, he laid at the navigation controls, and thought to himself, he had plenty of time to do that.

Anival laid back, he closed his eyes, and started to go over his memories, it was like a film, a slow groggy film, one that occurred over and over in the middle of the night.

He was back on cot, just awakening from his long slumber, finding out his brother had been killed, he had lost all credit within his home world, his faince getting killed, his whole world turned upside down.
Anival took a deep shaky breath, and let it loose, he felt a tear form in the inside of his eye, he willed it away.

He closed his eyes, as slumber overtook him.
He awoke with a fierce pain in his stomach, he got up and ran to the bathroom, he vomited bile, he washed his mouth and got a drink of water. Marching up to the nav system he noticed that Grahim was there once again.

“Yousa ok?” he asked.

“Yes, I feel great.”

“Okeeday, wesa hav 1 hour left.”

The hour went by fast, soon they left the embrace of hyperspace, and joined the rest of the world, they were quickly greeted an urgent message. Anival brought it up on the screen. A young man sat with his hands folded.

“State your name and business.”

“Wesa sent for, wesa come because a grand senetor tell usen to come heresa. Mesa isen Jep Do Dizz, and dis isen my companion Yush R'all.”

The officer hesitated a while, then sent them a landing zone.

“Welcome to corouscant. Report to ground security when you land.”

“Okeeday.”

“Well, lets land.”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Many Bribes and check-points later.
(Lower Level, Couruscant.)

Anival looked at his Wrist-com, he had a new message, Anival opend it and read.

TO: Sergeant Anival Velasquez.
FROM: First Sergeant Kanderin Draken
SUBJECT: Rendezvous with the Senator.
Velasquez, you should find a familiar face within your travel, Private Elektra should be there, how she got there is Confidential, she should be in the “Mynock's Snout”.

Anival sighed and walked on, he was looking forward to the drink anyway. As soon as they walked in Anival spotted Elektra, he frowned, she wasn't wearing the clothing for her part, well she didn't even have a part, as Anival knew, he didn't know anything, walking over to the table Anival motionedover a service droid, and sat Elektra looked wrung over, Anival felt sorry for her, the droid arrived as they sat down.

“Can I help you sir.?”

“Corelain Ale, and a bantha steak. You?” asked Anival motioning towards Grahim.

“Same.”

“And you Elektra?”

She murmured something that Anival didn't understand, but the droid seemed to understand.

OOC:

Anival gave me the ok; if I've screwed anything up, let me know. I'll probably be using characters other than Corvin for this RP.

Coruscant Orbital Station Aurek-4. Command Deck.

Crewman Jeris Hiran frowned, his face tinted blue by the reflection from his console. Then, he got to his feet and craned his head up, looking for a specific officer on the walkway above the scanner control pit . It didn't take long for him to find.

"Sir! Sir!"

Zaric Revinas frowned as he heard the voice. The young crewman, Hiras or something along those lines, had an annoying habit of calling for higher-ups at the first sign of trouble. Considering that he was manning a sensor suite on a station positioned above Coruscant, a capital planet with millions, if not billions, of ships passing through its orbit daily, that added up to a lot of false alarms. Forcing himself to smile indulgently, he looked down his nose at his subordinate.

"What is it now, Jeris?"

The crewman instantly started babbling, and Zaric found his attention drfiting in moments.

"Well, sir, I was just reviewing some of the readings from Sector Three, and I found some anomalies. There are what seem to be transmissions."

"Of course there are going to be transmissions around planetary space. Why's this of interest, crewman?" Zaric snapped.

Jeris winced, but unwisely pressed on.

"They appear to be orders, sir, for droid brains. The funny thing is, sir, there appear to be a pair of drone ships in Salvage Site Katarn, attached to wreckage from the Hope of Freedom."

Searching his memory, Zaric vaguely remembered the ship as one of those destroyed during the opening salvos of the Thrawnist raid on the capital. The drones had probably been part of the ship's fighter complement or something.

"Log them for the salvage crews and get back to work."

"But sir!"

Zaric silenced the man's protest with a gesture, then turned back to the viewport. He really did have to remember to have Jeris transferred to someone else's station, probably someone he didn't really care for.

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Coruscant Underlevels

The man walked through the grimy streets, hands in the pockets of his overcoat and hood covering most of his face. On the upper levels, such a mode of dress would have singled him out as suspicious and up to no good. Here, almost everyone could be described as such, and his style of dress was almost ubiquitous.

A half-broken holopanel flickered on and off as the man walked under it, his pace casual but swift. There was a splash as he stepped through a puddle, the blue-grey liquid adding another layer of stains his boots and lower coat. He wasn't visibly looking around, evidently blissfully aware of the figures quietly trailing him.

Down here, there were no authorities to complain to if your credit pouch was grabbed by a thug. No one to report a break-in to other than your land-lord, assuming you had enough credits to actually rent a place of your own. There was certainly no one who'd investigate a murder and robbery, given how many there were and how organized their perpetrators were.

The lead thug, either exceptionally bold or exceptionally stupid, emerged from the shadows, brandishing a scatter pistol in one gloved hand. After some hesitation, his three subordinates followed, holding slug pistols and crude melee weapons.

"You there! You in the coat!" the lead thug called.

The man didn't even slow down, continuing to walk at the same rate. He didn't even seem surprised to hear him.

"You there! Stop!" the thug yelled. Again, he was ignored.

Frustrated, the semi-human raised his scatter pistol, flicking off the trigger with an audible click. This time, the man stopped.

Grinning, the thug leader advanced, gesturing as he did so.

"All right, coat-boy, hand over whatever you've got and we might let you go. Credits, passcards, whate-"

The thug stopped in mid-word as the man whirled around. There was a momentary, silent flash of light, and the abhuman crumpled in a twisted heap as the holdout blaster shot burned through him.

Yelling gang slogans and obscenities, the three surviving thugs charged, the two pistols firing them. Slugthrower rounds whistled through the air, going meters wide of their target. There were another two flashes of light, and the two pistol-wielders dropped dead onto the ferrocrete walkway.

The last surviving thug, realizing he was alone and too far away from the target to do anything before he dropped him, stared in shock. He and the man locked eyes for a moment, and then the Weequay bolted.

"They're not all as stupid as they look, then." the man murmured as he watched the alien flee. Holstering his blaster pistol, he gave the tiny holocam on the back of his hood a quick tap. The device had a direct link to his retinal implant, and had gotten him out of many a jam during his time in the undercity.

He didn't even give the bodies a glance as he continued his stroll. They'd doubtless be gone before he returned, stripped of valuables and pushed over the edge and down into the depths of Coruscant. What might happen to them from there onwards didn't bear thinking of.

The man walked briskly, hands back in his pockets. He had contacts to meet, and credits to make. It gave him, once Captain Yuric Gregovitch of the Coruscant Defense Force, now Yuric the weapons dealer for the scum of Coruscant, something to look forward to.

OOC:

Arok, this is the Imperial officer I mentioned.

Name: Yuric Gregovitch
Profession: former Imperial Stormtrooper, now weapons dealer
Height: 2 meters
Hair: Black-grey
Eyes:Grey
Scar: one horizontal down left side of face

According to Arok, it would be ok for him to be the group's weapons contact. If not...I hope this didn't screw anything up.

Grahim saw the figure they were supposed to follow stood up and started to walk out of the bar.

“Wesa should go.” He said and nodded towards the figure.

“Yes, let’s get going.” Anival said and put a credit chip on the table. Grahim was focused on the person that they were following but he noticed that many of the guests were keeping an eye on the trio.

“Yousa pay with republic or Vast Empire credits?”

“Shit I paid with VE credits.”

“Datsa no good. If de authorities get deysas eyes open for disa us, wesa are screwed.”

“Guess what, I know that.”

“Mesa presumes yousa know datsa.”

“Okay boys stop fighting, we have enough problems as it is.” Elektra had interrupted Grahim and Ani’s fight but Grahim could still see the hatred and anger that burned in Anival’s eyes.

“Mesa see yousa haven’t come over yousas anger against mesa, isa yousa like disa against all non-humans?”

“Only against you goggled eyed freak.”

“Datsa was unnecessary.”

“So was your comment, Grahim.” Elektra said and sighed.

“Okeeday, mesa isa sorry Ani.”

“I am also sorry, but I guess we should thank and beg for forgiveness from Elektra.”

“Yesa wesa would have killed each other if yousa weren’t here, Elektra.”

“I accept your excuse, but we need to go before he gets out of sight.” Elektra said and made a gesture against the man in front of them. The trio followed the man. They didn’t knew the name on the mysterious man but they knew that he could provide them with the information they needed.

“Mesa guess datsa man isa ours ’senator’.”

”You are correct Grahim that is our ‘senator’.”

“Shit, where is he?”

“He went around the corner.” Grahim ran around the corner and didn’t see the man anywhere.

“Hesa not here, mesa can’t se himsa. Mesa don’t like disa one bit, mesa have una bad feeling about dis.”

“I think you’re feelings might be right but please be quite about them for the moment. We have a ‘senator’ to look for. Just look out he may have companions or even worse enemies that will try to kill him.” Anival said and looked around. “I suggest that we split up in an attempt to find him again. We have comlinks so we can communicate.” Grahim walked away from Ani and Elektra. Grahim looked around the street were they had lost the man they were following. “Hesa can’t just disappear, sure hesa knows dis planet better den wesa.” Grahim said to himself.  The commlink crackled.

“I hear gunfire; I think it is our man. I am at the north end of the street.” Grahim started to run because he was near the south end.

OOC:

Hey guys, Don't kill the wookie, I have plans for him, it has to do with the plot.

Anival heard an explosion and instinctively drew his blaster, it was in situation like these he wished he was in full armor, ready to take on anything and anyone. Instead he was stuck in his not-so-trusty comp-force armor. It was adequate for “vacations” and adequate for the role of mercenary.

“What was that?” stammered Elektra.

Anival walked over to the wall and looked. There was a wookie launching a rocket.

Anival turned back, all soldier now.

“Grahim, do you think you can distract the wookie?”

“Yes, mesa can do its”

“Elektra go over to the senator, we need to get to him, and we lack the firepower to get the wookie.”

“Okay” she responded.

“Here take this.” said Anival handing Elektra his spare com-link.

“Okay, we are all on the same frequency, we meet back at the mackaneek, Grahim, remember to cover Elektra, she doesn't have any armor.”

“Okeeday”

“On three.”

“One.” Anival tensed.

“Two” grahim punched some buttons on his jet pack, and Elektra scanned for the senator.

“Three!” they all exploded from their hiding spot.

Anival aimed his small pistol towards the Wookies hand, he fired, it hit the launcher.
The weapon fell to the floor, taking out a small blaster from his sash, the wookie fired at grahim.

Anival fired, sending the wookie for cover, it was the best they could do, Anival knew they were out-gunned, only he and Grahim were armed. As far as he knew.

Anival hid as he reloaded, the pistol.

“Anival, mesa is going to land, mesa fuel is getting low.”

“Alright, be careful.”

Anival looked back up as he finished reloading, just in time to see a gaint furry fist flying towards him.
He went flying, it felt like getting hit with a slab of permacrete. The wind was knocked out of him, he got up, in time to avoid some nasty looking blades.