Xavier approached the Eagle . He opened the cockpit and placed his
E-11 in the storage compartment. He then reached into the cockpit and took out a thermal detonator and a pouch containing several stun darts. He then shut the cockpit canopy and left the hangar.

On the through the station Xavier radioed his droid, "Red". "Hey Red, can you get me a general location of one Salu Fett please? I need to talk to him." The little droids' whistles were lost in a roar behind Xavier. "Holy Son of a-" He said after spinning round. There was an immense mountain of fur in front of fim and decending fast. He whipped out his blaster pistol and sent two shots towards it. It fell, shot in the arm and leg. It roared again, swiping claws across the floor. "No, my furry friend." Said the bounty hunter. He looped a cord around the creature and pulled it tight. He then activated the alarm for the security forces and strode off down the corridor.

"Well then Red, how about that location?" Said Xavier, heading towards the turbolifts. The astromech's reply was quick and precise. "The apartment levels? Thanks Red. I shouldn't be long." Xavier stepped into the turbolift and pressed the button for the apartment levels. "Let's just hope Fett doesn't shoot me as soon as I arrive." Said Xavier to himself.

(It appears wolf's gone, so we'll just make do without him. Sorry for the delay, as I have been busy, and I will try not to be late again.)



It was no suprise when he found out he was being tracked, but that it was the silver armored Mandolorian, now that was interesting. Earlier on he had programmed his ship to moniter standard comm frequencies, standard communitcations codes were no problem to break, and notify him about any major references to himself. Thus, he was waiting for him when the other man came out of the transporter, blaster in hand.

The silver armored man was clearly not expecting an ambush, because Salu could sense the fear behind the mask when he saw the blaster pointed at him.
"Salu," he said, "I need to talk to you."

"No," he replied calmly, "I need to talk to you."

Xavier's pistol was raised towards Salu's chest, as was Salu's blaster to his head. Xavier felt a rush of panic. "Salu," He said, trying to avoid a blaster bolt in the chest,"I need to talk to you."
"No." Replied the man behind the scarlet mask, "I need to talk to you." Xavier was relieved. "I'm putting my blaster away." He slipped his pistol into the holster. Fett, after a moments pause, followed suit. "Well, shall we retire to somewhere more...secluded?"

Salu directed Xavier to the Shockwave, careful to stay behind him. Only in the apparently safe confines of its lounge did the other hunter seem to calm down. The space within the ship projected an aura of calmness. Of course, always the careful type, Salu checked the 4 security blasters in the room before entering. Sure that he was safe, he decided to take a seat accross from the other Bountyhunter.

"Now," he said, "On to business."

Xavier sat across from Salu in his ship, the Shockwave. Noting the security blasters in the corners of the ceilings, he spoke earnestly to his fellow hunter. "Listen," Said Xavier, placing his E-11 and his pistol on the table, "I'm going to be frank with you. I need your help. I came to collect a bounty on a slaver, as you saw in the bar. I discovered his ship in the cargo bay and inspected it. It exploded in my face. I found out it's name, though: the Man'O'War. Upon closer analisis I found out it belonged to the Tenloss Syndicate. I had heard you mention the Syndicate in your conversation earlier and wondered if you know anything about the Syndicate's movements; my employer wants the slavery ring destroyed, and if it's part of the Tenloss Syndicate, I'm gonna need help."

(Damn, very sorry for my absence. Been really busy with the holidays and all, along with one hell of a lot of setbacks concerning friends and family. I'll try to be more consistent with my posts. Again, my apologies.)


Wolf stood still amid the churning crowd of sentients, appearing even more statuesque due to an increased amount of activity in his vicinity...some children playing a game of "tag". He sighed, a brief moment of nostalgia overtaking him. Realizing it, he shook those thoughts off and returned his attention to the small hand held video reciever, just in time to see Salu leave the apartment complex. The second the crimson Mandalorian disappeared from his view, and that of his bug camera, Wolf approached the Busy Mynock's front doors.

He moved with an obvious purpose, having decided that subtlety in this hunt had failed him. It was time for a good old fashioned direct and violent confrontation. There would be no more running for Mesh, or breathing for that matter.

After entering, he gave a slight nod to the female Rodian on duty at the front desk, gesturing to his holstered pistol and smiling behind his visor, "Know where I'd find a Twi'lek named Mesh? He's a criminal...a murderer. You'll understand if I get a little violent with this particular tenant, won't you?"

She smiled weakly and responded in basic, "No, no problem at all. His room number is 13, just down the hall."

"Fitting number," Wolf thought, nodding once more to the alien girl before continuing on.

He came to the door...it was a thicker model than most, but nothing his chosen ordinance couldn't handle. Wolf again reached into one of his belt compartments, this time producing a pair of explosive charges and a detonating device, along with an EMP grenade as an added bit of insurance against possible security measures.

Whistling, he placed the two charges directly onto the door itself, about a foot or two apart. He walked down the hall a ways, keying them to his detonator, it gave a small beep to indicate success. A moment later, and with the push of a button, Mesh's fate was sealed.

The door exploded inward creating a massive cloud of smoke and debris highlighted with bright white flame. Wolf calmly walked to the burning entry way and switched on the EMP grenade, tossing it into the room. A blue flash, and every piece of electronic equipment that may have been in the room went dead. His armor's EMP shielding really was a useful feature, especially in this case.

He took his blaster carbine from his shoulder, walking through the smoke, confidence clearly evident in his gait. In the corner, a coward whimpering pleas for mercy... was reflected in the black void of Wolf's face plate. He would continue to plead, throughout the entire process...

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Fifteen minutes later, Wolf took a seat beside Mesh's blackened skeleton, which was lashed to a table turned on its side. He relaxed, checking the charge on his carbine and kicking his feet up for a short stay. Salu would be back soon, he was sure of it, and he'd be waiting.

The mention of the Tenloss Syndicate he'd heard while in the Hades' Hive had piqued his interest. Something was going down on the station. Something big.

He glanced to the still smoking remains and posed a question, "Just what in the galaxy is going on here?"

One thing was for sure; there were credits to be made.

(good that your back. I know what your saying. My girlfreind had the same problem and we couldn't do anything all month)
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So the Bounty Hunter had been eavesdropping on him this morning. He would have to keep it down in the future.

"So you want them destroyed?" The other man nodded his agreement.
"Good. Now in 2 days you are going to do me a perticular errand. You are going to attack a perticular conference room surrounded by security, of which I have the details of on this datacard." He handed it to him and continued. "Once you've done this for me we'll work on that slave ring. And you might want to get a couple of mercinaries to help you out on this one. It ain't gonna be easy."

Xavier, he had learned his name only recently, was sitting there with the data card, clueless.

"Damn it" he muttered to himself. "Alright. Your jobs to distract them, to draw off security with an attack. Once that's up and going I'll infultrait into the conference room and take the leadership out, though if you manage to fight your way there that would be great. Your jobs to get them away from me, and once the keystones been removed the lower levels will collapse. Plus, there's a heafty five million credit bounty on the leader. You get your slaving stopped and I get my credits. Fair?"

He was sure that Xavier would object about the credits, so he continued. "You can't do this without me, so take it or leave it."

On the other side of the room, the bounty hunter was deep in thought.

"I'll take it." Said Xavier.

Jake Clawman sat at a table in the cantina. He was deep in thought about what he had saw. That man in the black Scout Trooper armour was a bounty hunter. His bounty was that twi'lek. Jake couldn't get past the twi'lek's feelings to find out why the hunter was after him . That Mandalorian in the scarlet armour. Jake overheard his name was Salu Fett. Interesting.... The man in silver Mandalorian armour... he killed that man for a reason. Jake had sensed that he was after some slaves. He stood up to leave the cantina. Maybe Jake could find out more.

(Marcus, I'm gonna go confront Wolf (though I'm not sure how that's gonna end up), so there might be 6 or 7 posts covering that. You could just go and hire mercinarys or make some sort of preperations, maybe plant a few bugs and just set up whats to follow in general.

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After sending Xavier off to make preparations, Salu noticed a small red light blinking on a control panel in the cockpit. Below it was a label "Probe Dump Returned." He clicked a button below it, causing the lights to dim as a holoprojecter warmed up. As viewport shutter closed, cutting almost all light to the cockpit, 2 bluish figures appeared. One was Mesh, and one was the black armored bounty hunter he'd seen earlier today. Over the course of a half-hour, he watched the man blast his way into the room and torture Mesh to death.

"Shit. Computer, can you get me last known location of this man?" The Astrial Astoria spacestation maintained a comprehensive, up todate file on the whereabouts of anybody in the spacestation. It was supposed to be impossible to break through the access codes, but he didn't have the time to check. Every front door had a back door behind it. In practice, all it took was a request from an R2 unit or a computer running through an Emulator asking for information about a person who was supposable in danger so that they could help. This technique worked on almost every tracking mainframe and it was no exception here.

Location in hand, he headed off towards the teleporter. "That basterd is gonna pay..." he muttered.