Seeking the Seeker: part 2

   After I toss back the rest of my drink I decide it is time to start working the room. I make my way to the dance floor and do my best hooker-booty-look-at-me dance but really get no where. These guys are pretty  low on the evolutionary scale so I don't know why I still hold them to such high expectations as my own. Next thing I know four huge apes walk in the door, two flank the door and two others make a path through the crowded club. The front door of the club opens and a very distinguished and well dressed gentleman struts his way in. As he makes his way to the back of the club I make eye contact with Chewy and the gang and we all prepared to re-group.The VIP leaves us with his goons and Chewy asks the bartender if he can share any info on who the guy is. Course all he can tell us is that the guy is a local business owner and a man of influence. Chewy thinks about it a minuet and I move a bit closer to the guards by the back door. 15-20mins later Chewy gets it in his head that we need to talk to the guy in the back. So he approaches the guards and tries to bride them with 100cr for a meeting. They are not real open to this idea and Chewy almost get us shot..again. Finally the VIP comes out with a large payroll box and takes his thugs and leaves. Things seem to relax and go back to normal, well normal for these freaks. So all we know is the guy we are lookin for sold his rock to the assayers office. So Chewy and I head out to check the Assayer office and the starport for Horton or his ship. We stroll into the front door and ask the clerk for info on ole Horton. The guy gives us a wary look and sighs deeply while rolling his eyes, I am tempted to shoot him but Chewy beats me to it and slips the guy 100 cr. Clerky tells us that Horton had cashed in 15 tons about 8 weeks ago and that the rock he had could only be found in one spot near one of the corprate compounds. Chewy slips him another 400 cr and asks if he has seen the ship cause really it is the ship we are after, ole Horton could be spaced for all we know. We get a com call from Doc, he went to check the local clinic for medical records on our guy but comes up empty handed. Gavin stays low and makes some reward flyers offering these locals 10,000cr for info. I am sure that will get us a nibble. Next we stop by the Corprate offices and find out that they know our guy but have not seen our man or our ship since the last time the escorted him off thier land. This was about four months ago which didn't help us at all. So we ask him to spread the word about the reward for the location of Horton and the Nutronium Strike his Seeker.
   Doc wanders about making friends and gets the low down on where the free miners and seekers hang. So we head out to this redneck bar. We walk up to the counter and find out nada from the bartender cept Horton has a tab that needs to be paid. So we offer 1000 in mineral to anyone who has any info. Seems like we are spending an awful lot on this little ship. We get a hit right away from a guy rockin a full vacc suit that looks like he put it through a blender before rolling around in the mud in it. He had a fantastic smell that was a cross between the great unwashed and pure raw sewage. Good news is he knows where our guy is, so he makes a deal with Chewy that includes the 7 day trip to get there and 1,000 cr up front with 6,000cr more to follow on finding our man. So we order drinks and make our plans for this trip and Chewy has us leave in pairs. He and I make our way out the door and down the street. As we exit this big guy bumps into Gavin, this seems to happen to Gavin a lot, I blame his magnetic personality. Gavin pats down all his pockets and finds nothing missing. Chewy and I hit the bank and get the reward money together compleatly unaware that things are about to get crazy back at the bar.

Seeking the Seeker: part1

   Three long weeks in a ratty transporter. I did a little drinkin, a little smokin and used the time to study up on my streetwise skills. See being streetwise where I grew up meant knowing the fastest way to the mall, or where the best party spots are. So the guy we are lookin for is Horton Merriweather, age 56, Ok credit, seems a legit guy on paper really. Besides the fact he was in the Scout Service we really don't have anything else on the guy.
   This planet we are on is pretty wild, only around 20,000 people here and with such a low law level things could get interesting quick. We unload and enter Termous Dex's starport to head down to the town. This place is like some crazy miners wet dream, lots of bars and general supply houses ready to suck up every penny they can. Everyone is armed, including myself. I carry two body pistols at all times cause a girl never knows what will happen next around Chewy. We hit a nasty smelling little dive and start asking for info. We wanted to know if there was a rotation in the schedule of the miners, we got lucky and found out our guy was considered a scab, and was last seen on the 8th orbit six or seven weeks ago. Chewy slips our helpful new miner friends a 100cr each and they are quick to tell us more. Looks like there are three corporate facilities up there, all very private and oddly enough no one knows, or will admit to knowing, what they are actually mining. We really came up with nothing else so we spent two days in jump and headed to the 8th orbit. There is no law level here and it looks like a nightmare version of blade runner meets deep space 9, oh yeah it's guns out time. Of course Chewy decides it would be a good idea to go as a pimp and a hooker so we fit in *sigh*. So I squeeze into something slutty and put on some heels. Pray that I make it off the ship in these things cause I am not very graceful. I manage to conceal my pistols, don't ask where just know I can get to them quicker than you think, and Doc gets the pimp job cause he is the best dresser and he has the highest streetwise skill. We split up and head into this big bar on the main drag. Doc and I head for a booth in the back and start playing our roles.
   This place is filled with ruff looking guys and really nasty looking hookers. Chewy, Gavin and Stormie head to the bar and order drinks. About the time the bartender set the drinks down this hairy mammal looking thing had shoved past Chewy and the gang. They pat them selves down and oddly enough they don't find anything missing. I take the opportunity to pat myself down as well while trying to look extra sexy and get some nice cheers from a table near by. I take my role playing very seriously *wink* My first victim is the waiter, he makes the mistake of coming too close and I latched on to his arm. In my best imitation of a dirty girl I whisper in his ear that I need his help finding a date and then a slide back across the seat, smiling my best you know you want me smile at him, and sip my drink.

Repo-Rama!

So here we sit on Caloran waiting for the next round of drinks at this sleazy TAS bar. We are meeting our rep from the bank. We just completed our first repo job and I know I'm feelin pretty good right now. Who am I you ask? Well some know me by my birth name, Eris Howard Norris, but for all concerned I'm Astrid Douglas, Repo Babe. I know the title is a bit lame, but hey a girl in my line of work is never gonna be called princess. Well not in a nice way..riiight? I am pure blood Vilani, so I sorta stand out around here. Before I hooked up with this crew I worked as a TAS Journalist. I was born into one of those family's, you know a lot of money and a relative with political power sorta folks.  I wanted nothing more than to be out in the world and on my own. So I started working with the Travellers aide society doing field reporting and some how I found myself trained in combat journalism. To look at me you would think "She doesn't belong here." but oddly enough I fit right in. Boss likes to use me as eye candy, the deadly kind, when the mission calls for that sort of thing, which seems to be more often than not.  I personally consider the ability to slip into something tiny and slutty and conceal two body pistols, and a knife, an art.
    I guess you should meet the crew. We have one pervy old fleet admiral named Chewy Zulu, My buddy Gavin Spriggs who is a free trader (of the best shrooms and nugs in town), Dr.Barrett Romanov our crazy Doctor, The noob and ex-Marine Lt. Col. Stormie who is our muscle, and Grunion our fast talkin Scout. You will learn a lot more about them soon enough, back to the story.
   So the rep finally shows up and hands us two contracts to look over. Being a pro-active thinker, I said we would take them both and the crew agreed. The first contract is a big one, as in 26.3 million big ones. This Liner has gone missing with it's crew and some passengers. She is the AdAstra and she was last seen in Imperial space which sucks for us cause three of us are wanted for murder over there, we didn't do it, I swear!. So this ship takes 6 people to run it and we have just enough crew to pull it off. Once we have it BAM! we make 26.3 million. Sweeeet! The second contact is for a Seeker. It was last seen on Tremous Dex, we will only make 2.4 million for this one so we jump on it first. 5,000 Cr  for mid passage later and I kick back and get mah study on. We will be landing at a B class space port on a law level one planet, should be fun.