The two men look at each other, before one moves forwards, hand on the blaster at his side. "Come with us, and you don't have to get hurt".
“Empire or rebel scum?” She says distastefully glaring at both of them “Either way your dead unless you start talking.”
The men look confused. "Look, lady, we're just here for the price on your head. We're not with the Rebels or the Empire. We're just out for ourselves". He throws her some handcuffs. "Cuff yourself. We don't have to resolve this with violence".
She smiles and drops the handcuffs. She charges with her staff to attack one of them as Max-7 fires shots at the other one. She would not be caught to dead weights. She wanted off this planet and collect some real bounties.
The droid shoots its target dead. Vahlia's target puts up some fight, but he's clearly no match for her.
DT-L30 is in his quarters on the harbinger, when he hears his door open, and an officer step in. "Oy, no-legs. Admiral wants to see you. You're to head up immediately". He uses the nickname without real malice, though he doesn't care if he causes offence.
DT-L30 had just finished putting on his armor, and his helmet as an officer entered his room. He doesn't really care for nicknames, as he was never really sure what his real name is. Hell, maybe his parent's named him No-legs for all he knew about them, which was nothing. He proceeds to sheath his vibroknife to his side, as he grabs his heavy rifle, "Very well, I'm on my way." He replied, as he turned out, looking at the officer, before heading to up to meet the Admiral.
Kayana hears a beeping on his commlink. An automatic message plays. "If you want work, meet Va'rush on Dantooine." The message then spells out some coordinates.
DT-L30 sees Admiral Zenobia seated casually in her office, looking him up and down. Eventually, she nods. "Yes, you'll do, I think.", she says absentmindedly. "Tell me, trooper. What do you think about Jedi?"
As he reached the Admiral's office, DT-L30 stood at attention. "Jedi's are an enemy of the empire, therefore they are scum meant to be eliminated." He replied, his helmet making him sound like any other death trooper.
Garra nods. He leads her inside a private hangar. "There she is. That's my baby. Take care of her, will you?" He gestures towards a luxury yacht, with powerful laser cannons added onto the side.
Zenobia nods. "Well said. Before she was abducted, the captain of the Netuno managed to obtain information on the whereabouts of a particular Jedi." "Traditionally, Jedi apprehension is the responsibility of the Purge corps, and the Inquisitors, but we're here, now. I'm ordering that she be captured. How would you like to be part of the operation?"
DT-L30 listened to the Admiral speak. The captain of the Netuno? If he remembered right, the death troopers under Moff Tarkin would sometimes comment about her. Heck, they even went as far as to leave a recorder in the Moff's office whenever she would come over to fuck him. "Jedi apprehension? Will this mean the jedi needs to remain alive?" He asked, thinking how he hasn't had the chance to test his skills against a jedi yet.
Zenobia shrugs. "The Inquisitors prefer to take Jedi as prisoners, but you'd have free reign to kill her if you feel that it's necessary".
"Work...well, I guess it had to happen at some point. I better get going then." The cyborg hadn't really had much planned lately, tucked away in a dark corner on his own. He had stowed away on a merchant vessel after a brief stint at the last station. He had arrived on a slaver ship originally, but had made his escape after realizing that they were in fact, headed for the manual labor market. After they made a quick pit stop at the station, they discovered just how fast a cybernetic assassin could move if he wanted to. He had hopped onto a new ship without much of a plan, but now one was forming. Breaking out of the shadows of the storage bay where had lurked, he readied his vibroblade, and determined he'd need to make his way to the cockpit.
He grins, thankfully his face was covered by his black helmet, "Very well, I would be honored to accept this mission." He gave his reply in an excited tone, yet his helmet made sure he still sounded like an ordinary death trooper.
She gets in finding the cockpit and starts this ship up. In no time at all she has hit warp speed and is heading to unknown region of the galaxy that will give her access to new bounties to hunt.
The cargo hold is empty, and dark. The crew have all gone out drinking and gambling after a successful mission. As the cyborg walks through to the cockpit, he sees what seems to be the ship's captain, snoring in the pilot's seat. From his reflection in the cockpit glass, he appears to be an old bearded man with cybernetics on his face.
