Location:  Daguam di Thrae vur Xarzith  Planetary Headquarters
City:  Trithiras
Planet:  Arisith
System:  Ganamedae
Domain:  Sarava

Just the usual, boring day going through the company news letters and junk-mail, for all of you, it has been a very, very slow, uneventful job.  Some people in the Empire would kill (literally) for such a life, but for you all, it has been a mild form of torture.  That is until the last folder...

Greetings to Daguam di Thrae vur Xarzith.  I am Mythos Tasian, director of Silver Eye Interplanetary Safari's.  I am having some problems with street thugs for some of my operations, and I would like a moment of your time to consider a possible business venture for your Company.  I hope you shall meet with me at 3 pm at our location in Asterak City.

It is 12 pm at the moment, and the travel would take about an hour by the company hovercraft, traffic permitting...
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:43, Mon 07 Sept 2009.

As Vorneyl read over the last message, he activated his built-in internal personal communicator and used its wireless uplink ability to tap into The Net.  Vorneyl didn't immediately recognize either the name "Mythos Tasian" or "Silver Eye Interplanetary Safari", but at least he had a location (Asterak City) to help localize his Net search.  Vorneyl never liked to walk into a meeting with new people until he had a chance to do some basic "legwork".  Vorneyl was curious about what he would find and whether it would indicate why this Tasian and his Safaris should be have "thug problems".  Of course if this search came up with just the basic public data, Vorneyl might need to "hit the streets" later to dig deeper.

[Private to GM: Vorneyl Kenath rolled 19 using 1d20+11. Research.

I'm assuming a Take-10 isn't applicable here?]

Jouhan after enjoing his morning tea (odd custom by many) he takes his odd bladeless sword handle. He soon conjures a longsword sized double edged blade with leaf shaped tip. He concentrates on the green blade, which soon starts hum by stored extra psykinetic energy. Also Jouan connects his mind and body together into balanced harmony, with his usual mourning meditation. He has still trouble to develop the connection casually and for sure, but he eventually reaches the wanted state of mind. He reads then latest message also did some research on the net, but he got less what Vorneyl had done. Just basic info of the location.

After that he leaves his room, dressed on his usual odd attire he nods to Vorneyl, who was still doing his research; "Morning Vorneyl, found anything about the latest job offer?"
[Private to GM: rolls;

15:43, Today: Jouhan Calader rolled 25 using 1d20+9. Concentration: retry.
15:42, Today: Jouhan Calader rolled 13 using 1d20+9. Concentration: Re-try.
15:42, Today: Jouhan Calader rolled 10 using 1d20+9. Concentration: DC 20, gain psionic focus.
15:39, Today: Jouhan Calader rolled 10 using 1d20+9. Research.

Also note; charged his mind blade ready.]

Aria has finished her morning routine; waking at 6 AM for a brisk run, followed by a quick shower before heading to the garage, where she performed a visual inspection of Regannos' vehicles. She then takes a cord from her work bench, plugging it into the side of her neck, and hooking herself up to her motorcycle.

She starts the engine, and her mind is flooded by a myriad of details about the bike's operating functions; RPM, engine temperature, power cell levels... As usual, she finds it in perfect order.

8 AM finds her scrambling three eggs in her quarters, which she devours with some toast and a pair of oranges while she streams the morning's news from her datapad into her head. After breakfast, she disassembles her blaster pistol, carefully cleaning each part before putting the weapon back together again.

While she puts on her black and green uniform, a message beeps from her datapad. She hangs the small computor from the belt of her flight suit, hooking it to the network of datalines running through the outfit"Finally, some work. And hopefully some action.".  she thinks to herself as the message streams through her head.

She belts a cavalry saber at her waist and slides her blaster into its holster. Then she heads to the garage to see about the company hovercraft, downloading detailed street maps of the Asterak City area to her datapad.

Inside of his private office, he could see the shapes of his 'staff' as it where though the smoky window that overlooked the office. Of course, the widow could be changed in opacity if he wanted it, but Regannos enjoyed the privacy when he could get it. His clawed hands picked though various documents, deep green eyes over looking each one. Other then the papers that covered it, there existed a personnel holocomputer along with several other objects. One of those was a large picture frame that held, oddly enough, an old fashioned picture of an attractive human female with the same kind of eyes that Regannos had.

The silvery Half-Dragon sighed and leaned back his large frame into the soft chair that had been specifically built for his large frame. One of the walls of the office held several awards and commendations, one of which being a diploma from the Royal War College on Endagar. He shook his head a bit as his long thin whiskers curled a bit in the air beside his blunt muzzle. Thanks for the help Father.....just another way for you to check up on me he thought a little sourly. He knew his Sire only had his best interests at heart, but he also knew that his appointment to Legion liaison had not sat well with him. Even despite the prestigious position, Regannos still had his normal duties with the corporation.

His computer beeped with a message, one of Regannos's claws tapping the keyboard to bring up the message that he scanned over quickly. He had never personally heard of the company, but the name implied much. Probably some kind of tourist attraction. Daguam di Thrae vur Xarzith was a well known private military organization....but they where not cheap either. It would be cheaper for them to hire basic mercenaries or even apply for Legion assistance. Which meant they had something to hide other then dealing with basic thugs.

Regannos sighed and snapped his fingers absentmindedly, his claws clicking as a spark of flame jumped between them. It would break up the boredom of course....if nothing else I could assign one or two lower level grunts to the job. If they can pay the price of course.

He tapped another button on his computer, opening a com frequency to Aria he said though it "Aria, if you have not already, please prepare transportation for myself and others for departure in one hour." He stood and pulled his personal Datapad out from its station next to his computer and placed it on his right forearm, where it attached rather securely. His casual clothing shifted as he moved, clearly speaking of wealth though not overtly displaying it as he opened the door to his office and walked out, locking the door behind him.

"Good, your both already here, and I am sure you got the message already. Where headed down to the weapon's vault first and then the Garage. Aria should have transportation prepared by then" he said briskly to the human and the soulmech. It was not always custom for the individual in charge to see to a job like this personally, but it often displayed good faith to do so. The Half-Dragon did not so much wait for a response from both of them, as he walked towards the Lift that would carry them to the Valut, most of the other individuals in the office getting out of his tall frame.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:30, Mon 07 Sept 2009.

"Yes, sir." Aria replies over her communicator. She completes her check of the hovercraft, doing everything visually. Hopefully she will be given the resources soon to upgrade the vehicles so she can do faster, more thorough diagnostics by running them through her datapad. But for now, everything was Mark II Eyeball, from maintainance to driving.

Just to be on the safe side, she connects her pistol to her network, transmitting the weapon's powerlevel and sighting through her brain to be displayed directly on her optic nerve. She unlocks her rail rifle from its holster on her motorcycle and slaps in a clip and powercell, making sure it is fully functional before stowing it beside the driver's seat in the hovercraft.

When all is ready, she stands at ease with her helmet tucked under her arm, waiting for her employer. While she waits, she gets the latest traffic information to plot the speediest course through her destination transmitted from her datapad into her brain.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:15, Tue 08 Sept 2009.

Vorneyl was dressed in his usual urban-camo combat fatigues, though well worn they were still study enough for action.  He had his usual dark sunglasses on, Vorneyl tended to be a bit sensitive about displaying the raw gaze of his soulmech photoreceptors.  And of course there was the ever-present blaster pistol tucked away in a shoulder holster under his left arm.  Aside from a keenblade kama hanging from the right side of his belt and a sai tucked inside under his jacket on the right side, Vorneyl didn't carry any other obvious equipment.  For as long as the others had known him, Vorneyl had always traveled "light".  Then again, since a Soulmech didn't breathe, eat or drink, there usually wasn't much need for him to carry other supplies.

Vorneyl nodded towards Jouhan and said in a passive tone in his lightly synthesized voice, "Morning Jouhan.  I'm still waiting for the last results of my Net searches to come in for analysis.  I'll provide you along with the boss and Aria a run down of anything I uncover just as soon as its compiled."

Vorneyl bowed his head to Regannos, knowing that the upper echelons (especially the draconic ones) appreciated a touch of deference from those in their employ... or "service" as it was often called.

Vorneyl moved swiftly to get in step with Regannos, his natural speed along with his monk training making it fairly easy to catch up and keep pace.  As he did so, Vorneyl said in a polite tone, "Good morning Boss.  You're correct as usual, I'm already processing the returns on my initial Net searches regarding this potential client.  Just on a first approximation surface analysis, I gotta say that something strikes me as a bit fishy about this job.  I mean the man and his business may be totally legit, but who comes to us to deal with mere "street thugs"?  Not at our rates anyways.

Not that I'm complaining, a bit of action would help break the monotony... but I'm just saying that something sparks at the back of my mind that there's more going on under the table than meets the eye at first glance.

But then that's what they pay us the big bucks for, because we can handle the unexpected with aplomb.  Speaking of which Boss, have you ever heard of this guy or his business before?"

The "weapon's vault" eh?  Are we gearing up for "bear" or is this just normal precautions?  Do you know something we don't?
This message was last edited by the player at 06:05, Tue 08 Sept 2009.

Jouhan likewise did not need much in food and drink wise. Much as it was known he only drinked and ate only for taste alone. Also curiously he has signs he long time ago had cybernetic parts connected to his body (mostly neck and left hand) but now he has none.

Also he carried all his own gear with him, traveling light as Vorneyl is. As during pass missions he uses his odd blade what he carries. Most of time unshaped but when shaped in combat it slices deep on foes and he can throw it in short ranges.

However when Regannos came in he likewise bowed his head respect for his boss, when he started head to vault he followed him, Vorneyl ahead of him of course. When Vorneyl made his query he replied; "Your correct, they would not hire us to deal with low level street thugs. I smell a crime organization or something nastier behind this but they are reluctant mention it up front through The Net where messages can be hacked open by hacker expert before they reach to us."

"I have not heard of them before, though it is not unusual for the company to be contacted by new contracts as such" he said in an off hand manner as he walked towards the bank of lifts that ran though the entire building. However, rather then wait for one, Regannos placed his index finger into a panel, the machine reading his print and biometrics before beeping and opening up a private express elevator that ignored the normal hustle and bustle that the public elevators had.

"Regardless of there reasons however, if they can afford us, then we will honor there contract. Daguam di Thrae vur Xarzith was founded around the principle of protection with out intrusion." It went with out saying that 'intrusion' did not mean the same thing as still finding out and using what was guarded to there advantage. Knowing what advances where going to come ahead of time in aeronautics, technology and otherwise gave a healthy advantage when it came to investing.

"And let us not fall prey to assuming Jouhan." He added sharply as he entered the elevator and selected the floor the equipment vault was stationed on, that being the second basement level. Regannos did not carry his equipment with him, other then his Datapad, mostly because it was unseemly for a Half-Dragon to appear to 'dirty himself' with menial labor. Equipment had a place however, in showing ones possible contractor that they where ready for anything that would come along.