As you decend, the elevator doesn't show the level which the Vault is located.  Before the doors open, the computerized voice speaks.

"Password?"  It asks.  You notice that there is twenty second time showing now on the main panel.

[Private to Regannos: You know the password is your mother's name.  The count down is an auto locking feature, should someone try to break into the weapons vault, that can only be reset with your DNA, for security reasons.]
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Regannos would have been concerened about saying the secure password in the presence of others, though the computer also studdied the tenor and level of the speakers voice. Even a perfect recording would lock the elevator down, for which he was glad. "Password Authorization, Saraa Kraff." He said clearly and calmly. There was a moment, and a tone of acceptance as the doors opened. With the onrush of air from the open doors, there came the scents of metal, armor and weapon polish, and other smells.

The Valut was a massive plated box, more or less, filled with large lock boxes that each held the equipment of a 'higher level' members. Most of them held not so much insofar of weapons, but rather documents and papers for those members given the Valut was more secure then some banks, depending on the world you where on. Regannos calmly headed over to his own box and placed one of his fingers in the receptacle for it. The machine took a sample of his scale, whirring gently before there was a hiss as the box opened.

Rolling out on a single rack rested Regannos's personal armor, pack, and most importantly his weapon. While perhaps not the only one of its kind outside of the Legion, Regannos felt it to be one of the best in his eyes. A streamlined piece of advanced technology, glowing blue lines of energy across its surface, and the large heavy cell attached to its side marked it as a Plasma Rifle and nothing else.

Regannos donned his armor quickly and proficiently, black body suit with dark blue tinged with silver plates of armor covering his form as his large pack clamped onto his back rather then using shoulder straps, as his much valued rifle was placed vertically beside it in the same manner. "Alright then" he said to no one in particular "Let us head to the Garage and get moving."

You return to the Elevator and have an uneventful trip up to the garage sublevel.  You see Sister Aria waiting for you by the company hovercraft, a vehicle which has all the room your small group will need to travel on this world.

[Private to Sister Aria: I will need a Pilot check using your Intelligence modifier for possible routes to your destination.]

Jouhan waves to Sister Aria before he takes seat in the hovercraft and securing seat security straps.

Let's see what mission we have for today.

Regannos gave a nod to Aria, but said little else as he joined Jouhan in the hovercraft. He supposed he was a little cold to his so called staff, but then again he had not been the one to hire them in the long run. Rather it had been his Sire and his desire to look after his offspring. Regannos could understand the feeling, after all he had met other Half-Dragons, and heard the stories of the wealth and situations they got out of because of it. Even so, he had only seen them as spoiled and lazy.

Yet do I try and be different in spite of them.....or for myself? He mused quietly. It was a question he often thought of while he settled into the rich and soft interior of the hovercraft most 'normal' citizens could only dream of. Still, on some level he supposed it was inevitable unless he forsook his Sire, something he didn't think he would ever do.

He sighed quietly opened one of the cabinets in the passenger section of the hovercraft, pulling out a crystalline glass and a bottle of rich wine, for which he poured himself a half glass. At least I wont have to worry about becoming intoxicated he thought werily. It took an awful lot more then a single glass to make him feel drunk.
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Aria nods at the others when they arrive. "Sir." she greets her employer as she lifts her helmet onto her head. She attaches a small cable from the helmet to an outlet on the collar of her jumpsuit, allowing her to access the helmet's built in sensors.

"Strap in or prepare to bounce off the walls." she says as she takes her seat, securing herself as the whine if the engines grows higher and higher as the vehicle lifts a few inches off the ground.

[Private to GM:
07:29, Today: Sister Aria rolled 27 using 1d20+11. Pilot-Navigate
I'm thinking that Navigate might be a better skill for plotting the route than Pilot. I'm +8 at that, so my roll would be 24 if you go that route. Either should be plenty to find a good path.
11:47, Today: Sister Aria rolled 24 using 1d20+11. pilot - driving.
This is my roll for tearing out of the garage at a good pace once everyone is inside.
]
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Vorneyl noted the special password required and was glad that Ragannos was prepared to deliver it... and that the Boss was not suffering from a cold.  Vorneyl wondered what would happen if the countdown reached 0, would it be knock out gas, shockers, spells or just a summons for the guards to investigate.  Whatever it would be, Vorneyl was just as glad not to have to find out.

Vorneyl was reminded of his soulmech state as he tried to lift a non-existent eyebrow upon seeing Regannos "gearing up for bear".  Of course the Boss often planned for the worst case scenario and took his personal security seriously, two aspects of the Boss's character that Vorneyl approved of and even shared.

As the trio reached the garage, Vorneyl nodded to Aria and said in a pleasant tone, "Good morning Aria."

Vorneyl found an empty seat and strapped in securely, he knew that Aria was a bit of a speed demon at times and liked nothing more than to put her considerable piloting skills on display... perhaps proving to the Boss why she was so valuable an asset.

As they prepared to head out, Vorneyl recited the results of his earlier search in a business-like tone, "I have the results back from my initial Net inquiries.  Not a whole lot of detail but that takes more time than we have at the moment.

So then... Silver Eye Interplanetary Safari is a private company that operates independently from the galactic Aristocorps.  This is due to the successful business practices of its founder and CEO Mythos Tasian.  Tasian is a self-made billionaire whose fortune is based upon wise investments and a reportedly savvy ability in establishing good contacts.

Aria, you may know this already but the SEIS space port is not in the greatest part of the city.  According to the local news feeds, there has been a rash of crime in that part of the city recently.  Apparently most of the criminal activity on the rise has been related to street gangs but there are rumors circulating about a "darker motivation" underlying their crimes.

Of course rumors are not established fact by any means.  Maybe Tasian is just being plagued by the increase in street violence... or perhaps he's the target of these rumored "dark motivations".  I'll need more time later to dig deeper into these issues, but that's the basic rundown that I have right now."

Regannos sipped from the wine glass a little as he listed to Vorneyl's report. Personally he had never been sure just what to make of Soulmechs. Granted, he supposed they were technically 'alive' as far as the Empire was concerned. They did think and feel things as such as anyone else was. Still, there was something off about their kind that always seemed to make his scales itch. Still, he could not doubt Vorneyl's ability or his productivity. "Well then, I suppose we may find out more when we reach our destination. As to that, lets keep it respectable today Aria. I know most Imperial Police would rather look the other way when the see the emblem for an Aristocorp, but I don't need the Council breathing down my neck for bad publicity."

The 'Council' he referred to was of course those that he directly reported to, the shadowy dragon' and those who held the real power within the corporation. While it was true there was never such a thing as 'bad' publicity, there was after all appearances to keep up.
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Location:  Silver Eye Interplanetary Safari's Headquarters
City:  Asterak City
Planet:  Arisith
System:  Ganamedae
Domain:  Sarava

Sister Aria navigates you through the early afternoon traffic with ease, her piloting skills proving her paycheck was well worth the price.  As you arrive at the Headquarters of Silver Eye Interplanetary Safari, you notice that there is a pair of armed security guards at the entrance, each dressed in dark grey uniforms, and armed with taser guns.
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The Telamonian mercenary pulls the hovercraft in front of the guards, decelerating rapidly enough to make them nervous as it comes to a stop uncomfortably close to them.

The window slides silently down, showing her head, fully covered by her helmet. "Mr. Regannos of Daguam di Thrae vur Xarzith here to see Mr. Tasian." Aria says.
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Regannos watched the city fly by as they left the towering and glittering building that was the planetary headquarters for Daguam di Thrae vur Xarzith as he sipped quietly at his glass. He didn't pay much mind to the other cars and craft that zipped by, though he did gain glances of the people who walked the road, and in some rare cases, begged there.

Each day more is added to the Empire...be it by force or wisdom. Yet what care is give to those that are added.... He mused as he nursed the glass of rich red wine. He supposed it was the human in him that made him think such. Dragonish foresight and human drive....not the best combination at times

He remained quiet on the trip to there destination, as he often was in such cases. "As always, you impress me Aria" he said to her privately as they pulled into there destination, though he did not want to waste time dealing with the hired help that Tasian had. He clicked one of the interior buttons that slowly lowered his own window half way so the top half of his face and eyes were exposed. The reptilian green tint they held stared hard at the guards as he added "And I hope to do it quickly. My time is valuable, and I dislike to waste it."

Of course, lowering his own window was not the safest thing to do, given the possible circumstances, but then again Regannos was sometimes ignorant of such things when it concerned himself.

The security guards look to each other, the one on the right speaks clearly.  "We were notified of your appointment, Lord Regannos.  Mr. Tasian is expecting you.  Third floor, last door on the right."  He spoke, gesturing to Aria to park the hovercraft right were it is.  The other guard touches a button, the double doors of the building opening for the arrival of the group.

The hovercraft lowers to the street as Aria cuts power to the engines, their pitch descending as the rotors wind down. The gull-wing door lifts as she steps out, helmeted in her black and green uniform. The mercenary looks from side to side, one hand near her blaster pistol.

She turns to face the guards, her helmeted head tilting upward to look at them as she stands between the them and the vehicle. She waves her hand, behind her back, signaling all clear as her helmet's sensors continue to send data into her head.



[Private to GM: 16:30, Today: Sister Aria rolled 18 using 1d20+10. Spot. ]

If Vorneyl was still living, he would have visibly cringed as Regannos lowered his window to speak directly to the guard.  A Aria drove off to park their vehicle, Vorneyl leaned over to Regannos and said in a soft tone, "Umm... Boss, while I'm the first one to appreciate the hands-on approach and I can respect an employer who isn't afraid to get his "hands dirty" sort of speak... I'd really appreciate it if you didn't expose yourself like that until we know the coast is clear.

Even if a stranger doesn't know who you are exactly, one look at your noble half-dragon form and the expensive trappings you have on display... and that stranger knows you're "money".

I don't mean to intrude but, since I was hired to keep you safe, I felt I ought to speak up.  The last thing I want to have happen is for you to get hurt... disappointing a Dragon employer is a quick path to oblivion, if you know what I mean."

As the vehicle lands, Vorneyl is only a step behind Aria in exiting vehicle.  Using his own built-in enhanced senses, Vorneyl surveys the immediate area as his hand hovers near his blaster pistol.  Once he has determined that it is safe, Vorneyl will motion to Regannos to exit the vehicle.  Even if the job was on the up-and-up, the news feed about increased criminal activity in the area would be enough to keep Vorneyl alert for threats.

[Private to GM:  Vorneyl Kenath rolled 32 using 1d20+12. Perception.
Darkvision, Telescopic Vision, Motion Sensors]
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After others signals coast is clear Jouhan steps out first, likewise doing brief look around to try spot something possibly hostile. His hand remains close to his exotic looking handle. Which many would assume is weird to carry a sword but sword handle with no blade on it. He stands besides the vehicle entrance, ready to close it once Regannos steps out.

[Private to GM: 09:31, Today: Jouhan Calader rolled 16 using 1d20+10. Perception. ]
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Regannos sighed some as he closed the window once Aria started to park the large vehicle. "I did not want to spend the next 10 minutes arguing over a com-link. It was not such a dangerous thing" he said dismissively to Vorneyl. "Even so, I appreciate your words, but I do know how to take care of myself. Besides, my Sire would not be that upset if something were to happen." Of course, he was probably referring to himself when he said that, in all honesty he didn't know what his Sire would do to one of them should his ire be aroused.

He did let his guards leave the hovercraft first, given there was a difference from exposing the top part of his head to his entire body. He waited for the all clear signal before stepping down, giving one of his arms a stretch. His well muscled athletic form was displayed nicely in his armor, after all his silvery scales contrasted well with the suit. He had heard that he looked akin to the armor plated knights on the backwater worlds. He wasn't quite sure if that was a complement or not, but he did attract a fair share of attention when he looked for company on a night off.

"Let us not keep our host any further, I am sure he wishes to see me so we can get things under way." He said flatly, not really conveying any preference in the matter, though his long whiskers waved a little bit, drifting in the light breeze the landing lot had.

Aria turns 90 degrees on her heels and leads the way through the doorway. She locates the elevator and presses the button to summon it, turning again and taking a step back, where she can watch down the hall as the rest of her group approaches, still keeping an eye on the elevator doors.

Jouhan follows in Regannos heel when they head to elevator to proceed to actual meeting with their employer.

As you enter the building, you notice the rather large company symbol of a Silver Eye on the main wall, underneath which, the elevators.  Entering one, you notice that there are very few floors, the top most one is the Third Floor.  As you exit and head to the left, you notice at the end of the hall is a rather large waiting area, with a receptionist typing into a computer quickly.  As you approach, she looks up and smiles, indicating to the double doors on the end wall.  "Mr. Tasian is waiting for you."  She says, though her eyes linger on your weapons, she doesn't say a thing about them.  She pushes a button on the desk, and the doors open to reveal a huge chamber, full of the amenities and luxuries that one could possibly expect for visiting dignitaries or a visit from a local dragon lord.  Wet bar, a kitchen, even a relaxation area.  Along the walls are various hunting trophies, stuffed and posed in various attacking stances.

Near the windows, a large desk and the back of a chair can be seen, with several backless couches placed before it for visitors.  As you approach, you can vaguely here a whispered conversation from behind the chair, perhaps someone on a subvocal conference call.

Regannos gave a nod to the secretary before he made his way though the doors to the office. He gave a slight wave of one of his hands to his guards, indicating for them to come in with him, but to remain at the door. This was business after all, and it was a bad show to have his guards hovering over the desk of a potential employer. His arms remained at his sides as he walked closer to the desk.

His eyes took note of the wealth that the person displayed, not really impressed given he had seen things much grander in his lifespan, but he understood the meaning behind the icons. He wanted to show that he was able to obtain power and wealth outside Aristocorp society. It was a admirable thought, though no one got far unless they played the games of the Dragons.

"Mr. Tasian I presume. I apologize if I am interrupting your normal business, but I figured the sooner we could discuss matters, the better" he said as he remained standing in front of the desk, taking note of what was on it as he waited for there host to address him.

Noting Regannos's gesture, Vorneyl obeyed but he didn't like it.  If he had his way, Vorneyl would have made a thorough search of the office or at least a discrete survey of the furnishings before allowing The Primary to enter the room.  But Vorneyl knew better than to argue with the Half-Dragon when he had made his directives clear.

Thus Vorneyl had to be content with at least being allowed to enter the room, taking up a post just to the left of the entrance inside the room.  Vorneyl kept his hands at his side but he could readily spring into action or draw a weapon at the drop of a hat should the need arise.  As he stood there "at attention", Vorneyl discretely looked over the office and their potential new client.  As always he viewed things on multiple levels, one being the surface of wealthy trappings and another being the potential threats that might lie just below that wealthy surface.

Jouhan notices the subtle sign as well, moving to right side of the door into the office he waits there ready. He studies room as well but not so great in detail. Just notifying the items around in the room, determine what they tell about the person who owns the room.

As Regannos speaks, the conversation ends on the other side of the chair.  As the chair turns around, you can see a man with shoulder length black hair and deep green eyes raises an eye brow, but smiles.  A simple communicator is still attached to his ear, though you notice the other is rather pointed.  A Half-Elf, dressed in a fine black suit, with a small black cat is sitting on his lap, purring loudly.

"No interruption at all, Lord Regannos.  I was just assuring my receptionist that you haven't come to kill me.  I am afraid she is rather skittish with all that is going on, and she rather likes her job.  As you can imagine, we are rather worried for our potential customers!  May I offer you and your employees some wine?  I have a sealed bottle of Andalan Prime's finest, aged twenty years."  He asks.  The cat gets off his lap and lays on top of the desk off to his right, looking at each person with interest.

Regannos noted the man, his eyes giving his ears a quick look before returning to his eyes. He was mildly surprised to find a half-elf at the head of such a corporation, given House Mazorgrim's dislike towards the people of the Fey. Then again, this was Sarava space, but he could not help feel that such a thing must have made it difficult for him to run his business at times. His head cocked a little as he saw the cat, something he rarely saw. He supposed it could be a familiar though he was not sure. He didn't have one himself, which was a fact that never really bothered him.

"I thank you for your offer Mr. Tasian, though I am afraid it is against company regulation to drink while on duty" he responded as his whiskers gently waved and twitched in the air of the office. True he had taken in a half glass of wine, but that had been on the ride over, and was not technically on duty. "Though I can also assure you and your staff that we carry our weapons in case of emergency. We mean no hostile intent in that regard" he said before adding "Though you are kind to offer. Perhaps another time should our deal here bear fruit." He believed the man would understand the intent of his words, in that he wished to move on to why he was there.
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Sister Aria walks along the wall, her hands clasped behind her back in a manner of relaxed attention. She eyes the mounted predators hanging on the wall, having delivered her employer safely to his destination, she considers her job for the most part completed until the meeting is finished. "Let the others do the intimidating bodyguard act." She thinks to herself, attempting to classify the various animals and wondering whether their hunts are conducted on the heavily urbanized world or if the clients are taken off-world for their safaris. For reasons to do with security as well as her own curiousity, she has the datapad at her belt record the meeting, pulling her sensations directly from her optic and aural nerves.

It looks like much more exciting work than her current contract, in any case. She was still unsure why Daguam di Thrae vur Xarzith bothered with to contract an independent Telamonian pilot for what was basically glorified chauffeur work. "Most likely for the ego of the half-dragon," she thinks, adding in her mind, "I wonder if Silver Eye would be willing to buy my contract when it expires..."