"I see." Eve replied, "Confidence is it?" She pondered, Did I not look confident? I doubt I was meek. Hmm... it seems I will need to study organics a bit more closely to understand them. The android thought to herself as they failed to find a fair vantage point, "As expected, finding a hiding spot in a desert is troublesome." She said as she heads up one dune, using her visor's binocular functions to look around the surrounding, and check on the villages.
Finding a small weapons dealer near the Theed spaceport, Isabia is able to offload her captured blasters. They go dirt cheap, but that's normal for Imperial equipment, since there's so much of it in the galaxy. (+300 Credits) Heading back to the ship and depositing Perron, Isabia heads up to the naval base in Naboo's orbit. After broadcasting her identity and prize, she's instructed to go to one of the newly built New Republic flagships, the Indomitable, and speak to the admiral. Inside the hangar, a squad of naval marines escort her to a spartan office, where a Mon Calamari sits behind a desk. "Hmph, Pelagia Perron." The marines ID the blonde and confirm her identity. "Take her to the detention centre." He orders the marines. "Take the panties out of her mouth - we're not Imps, we don't humiliate prisoners." The marines obey, and Perron shouts obscenities as the marines drag her away. "6000, right?" The admiral turns to Isabia, before collecting the money from a safe and handing it to her. "The New Republic pays its debts. Kote, Vode An." He nods his head and says a traditional Mandalorian phrase. (+6000 Credits)
Isabia count the money and nod to admiral. "Kote, Vode An admiral, it is nice to hear my people language, it is polite. I recommend myself for the future." She said looking for taking away prisoner. "I just hope that her punishment will be enough for what she has done. You could make of her egzample for leaders to not overcome their privages." She suggest and return back to her ship, and take curse on Currusant, to bounty hunters guild.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 82 It isn't long before she sees four black dots on the horizon, heading to one of the villages - the pleasure barge and its three escorts. Green lasers streak toward the village, as Valdoon's thugs lazily open fire, not worried about retaliation.
"There they are." Eve calls out to Valentija, "So, shall we depart?" She asked, already ready for combat with her sword strapped to her back, while 6 grenades strapped to a belt on her hip, two each of the weak detonation, non-lethal, and lethal poisons she had just bought. Leaving the rest with her companion.
"She'll be dealt with, within the bounds of the law." The fish man states. "If you ever feel like joining something bigger, the New Republic would be happy to have you." He offers, as Isabia walks out his door, 6000 credits richer. A day later, she's landing on a spaceport dock on the city planet of Coruscant once more, and soon she's in the guild house, looking at the bar and bounty board.
" Well, maybe I will someday consider that, admiral if that won't stand against the Code and Mandalorians." She said for that offert as she leaves. In the guild, she go to look for armorer seller. Last fight left her small headache and Isabia want get better protection than her old armour. Yes, it is old but bescar is really expensive, but maybe she could afford some parts of the armour.
"Let's do th- Ah!" Valentija ducks as a laser bolt nearly takes her head off, hitting the ignition hard to send the speeder hurtling forward. Looking out into the desert, she sees that they've been spotted, and two of the skiffs have moved to engage, each crewed by four mercs, and armed with a cannon.
"Tsk. They're more vigilant than I thought." Eve was surprised to be receiving fire. But, it changes nothing in the long run. "Get me close to one of them." She stated, placing a gloved hand on the hilt of her blade, Eve jumps into one of the skiffs once they got in range, and proceeds to cut down the guards.
In the lower city, Isabia finds a small forge and armour shop, run by an aging Mandalorian woman. Looking around, she sees a few options for armour: [] Plastoid Armour Set: Used by clone troopers, and later by the Empire's stormtroopers, plastoid is a cheap but not particularly reliable choice for armor, capable of deflecting indirect hits, but vulnerable to direct hits. Given the implications of what is basically stormtrooper armour, these plastoid sets are coloured to look unique and avoid Imperial connotations. (1000 Credits, +5 Damage Resistance) [] Laminoid Armour Set: An older, less common variant of plastoid, slightly stronger. (2000 Credits, +10 Damage Resistance) [] Durasteel Armour Set: Used in starship armour, Durasteel also makes for reliable personal armour. (3500 Credits, 15 Damage Resistance) [] Plasteel Armour Set: A cousin of plastoid, but far, far stronger, Plasteel is one of the most reliable forms of personal armour on the market. (5000 Credits, 20 Damage Resistance) [] Beskar Component: After dodging the question, the forgemaster reveals that she has a small amount of beskar, and the capacity to smelt and forge it. She only has the capacity to make one single piece of Beskar armour, such as a gauntlet or a greave. This can be worn in addition to armour sets, and if more beskar is found, additional pieces can be created, eventually leading to a full suit. (5000 Credits, +10 Damage Resistance, Can be worn in addition to a set)
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Valentija: 10 Eve: 14 Mercenaries: 12 (Lol, wtf) The speeder shakes, as it takes a hit from one of the cannons, and it begins to veer off. Luckily, the blonde is able to get it stable for long enough to come alongside one of the skiffs. In the blink of an eye, Eve takes a leap of faith, sword raised, and she feels her feet hit the metal of the skiff floor, as her blade stabs through the man using the gun turret. The man screams as he dies, and the three others aboard turn to face Eve, clearly unused to their victims actually fighting back. Two raise their blasters, as one is forced to continue steering. Nearby, the other skiff pursues Valentija's wounded speeder.
(Them rolls.) "Hyah!" Eve exclaimed as she kills the gunner, before turning around. She was confident in her ability to deflect, or evade normal blasters. So she fearlessly rushes to the other two, aiming to kill them both as quickly as she could so that she could support Valentija.
For Isabia there is only one choice, beskar gauntlet is what she want. There is no point for her to spare money on substitute. Beskar is rare, so such possibility like that would be not repeated too soon. "Too bad it is not enough for helmet." She said as she chouse. Helmet protect head, the most important part of her body, as long as Isabia keep clear mind, as long she is going to survive. After shopping and return to guild, Isabia decided to try her skills on something more challenging. Hertia Heart, former bounty hunter. Killing of her own it mean it is matter of honor for Isabia.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 67+20 (Skill and Weapon) Pulling her weapon from the dead man, Eve moves gracefully, sword darting about. Ducking, she dodges two hurried blaster shots, before she closes the distance. The first man tries vainly to shoot Eve, but before he can readjust his aim, the vibrosword slashes upwards as Eve uncoils and stands, and takes his throat. Handling the situation better than his friend, the second merc tosses his blaster at Eve, trying to unbalance her as he goes for a vibroknife. Unfortunately for him, his friend's blood is on his visor, and instead of hitting Eve's face, the blaster sails harmlessly off into the Dune Sea. Before he can react, Eve steps forward and plunges her blade between the man's ribs, and he falls limp, tumbling off the skiff. Spoiler: Morale Roll D100: 9 The remaining merc, piloting the skiff, turns his head to see all his comrades dead in less than ten seconds. Gulping, he leaps from the skiff in retreat, tumbling down a dune.
With the guards dead, Eve flicks her sword, removing the blood and fat that may have stuck to it. Before sheathing it, as she moves to the gun turret, aiming at the other skiff. Though she couldn't do any advanced maneuvers, the android thought that she could still aim properly. And this time she aimed for the other skiff's engines, hoping to disable them.
(-5000 Credits, +1 Beskar Gauntlet) Plugging her datapad in, Isabia receives some information about her fellow bounty hunter. Apparently, the woman has taken work on Nal Hutta, for a minor hutt named Garata.
Isabia whistle by teeth. Nal Hutta, homeland of Hutts. As she go to her ship, she collected all information about this Garata. "If she works for him, that means she is under his protection. If I don't want to get involved in some Hutts vendetta. What is his moral code, what he trade and what he seeks." She tells to herself, as she eat supper, bowl soup of vegetables. Once she get to her ship, Isabia yawn wide. "Well, secend bounty one my list, without single scrach. Good, very good, but better to not be overconfident." She said to herself, as she underdressed herself and get the shower. She look at herself in the small mirror. Full nude, with all scars on her body, prosthesis arm and small, perky breast, didn't make her too atractive. "Well, it didn't matter so much, since I'm in the full armor most of the time." Isabia washed her torso and head, letting her hair spring free down, from her braid. "It would be fun to find someone equal to bed. Not bounty of course, but someone from the mandalorian clan or other hunters would be intresting." She said, massaging her breast. Finaly, she finished her shower and get out, drying her hair and getting dressed in the tank top and shorts. While she was on the ship, Isabia could relax a little. She also, clean her weapons, make sure that her armor is clean and ready to use. Today, she could find some sleep. Tomorow, she will fly on Nal Hutta. "Hmm... After I complete my beskar armor, I will have to buy better ship. This is good only for transport, not for some more serious issues." She said to herself looking at her new gauntlet.
Spoiler: Combat Rolls D100: Eve: 83 Valentija: 47+10 (Pilot Skill) Mercenary Skiff: 9 Valentija pushes the damaged speeder to its limit, flames beginning to spark out of the engine, as she turns sharply and uses the angles of the dunes to jump the craft high into the air, making accurate shots impossible. As the skiff tries vainly to shoot Valentija, the pirates don't see Eve getting on the gun turret. A few shots of green laser energy fly above the sands, and suddenly the enemy skiff erupts in flames, its occupants flying off, propelled into the desert by the explosion. "Auresh One." The radio crackles to life. "RTB - we need you to help transport the new slaves. This village had rich pickings." Luckily for Eve, the chase took them out of sight of the main pleasure barge, beneath a dune ridge, so the mercs probably thought that the explosion was from Eve's speeder, not one of their own skiffs.
Looking it up, she sees that, according to reports, Heart is employed on a freelance basis - not actually part of Garata's organisation. Garata seems like a normal hutt, with few moral quandries, though he's young by Hutt standards, and inexperienced in the crime business. Thinking about it, if Isabia wants company, she could probably find it in one of Coruscant's many clubs, or back at the guild hall. Alternatively, she can rest until tomorrow.
With the other skiff destroyed, Eve moves to the pilot's side, moving the skiff closer to Valentija to allow her to board. "Good job." She said with a nod, "Now, we have two left to deal with." Once her companion boarded, Eve leaves the pilotting to her, as she hops on the gun turret. "It seems they've captured new slaves, so we'll need to be careful about damaging their skiffs." She informed the blond of the recent report.
